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Chapter 271 The Ancient Dragon Slayer
Chapter 271 The Ancient Dragon Slayer
A curly-haired wizard trying to run forward with an open shuttle, hissed and yelled at a guy who was riding a broom to attract the Gundam behind his butt!
"When we are chased by a lion together, we don't necessarily need to run faster than the lion!" The wizard on the broom shouted loudly, without any embarrassment, "Thank you my friend! I will rest later Well, I will definitely come back to help you, I still need to hit a little bit of damage to make up for points, I will not leave you—my broom!”
The broomstick that was about to speed up was ignited by a ball of flames on the tail of the broom. The wizard sitting in the open shuttle didn't want to beep with this person at all. He shot down the elder brother who was planning to bring disaster to the east.
"Thank you for the points! Idiot."
He spit out the shuttle, and just after finishing the fall, 30.00% of the man's score fell into his pocket, nearly [-] points more, and he has already met the minimum score for passing.
But in other places, it is completely opposite to this kind of PVP earning points. After leaving the previous Iron Forest, many school warriors who met together seemed to plan to join forces in this individual match. It has never been said that individual competitions cannot be teamed up!
But just when they discussed the cooperation and started to play the Gundam behind them, the Gundam who was chasing them slowed down suddenly. It rose nearly 20 meters at once, and the anti-aircraft tracking missile, which was originally only used when brooms and other tools were flying high, also opened the magazine cover at this moment.
It took only two seconds for twelve missiles with orange-yellow tails of alchemy flames to catch up to the three people who were fleeing in front of them. Two of them were directly bombed to retire, and the three-in-one Super Gundam chased after the last person's butt!
This unexpected result frightened those young wizards who hadn't started cooperating to scatter. It is true that there is no express rule in the individual competition that no cooperation is allowed, but if the players choose to cooperate, the difficulties they have to face are of course also It should be the sum of all the cooperators.
But just like this Gundam that can transform twice, it is obvious that 1+1+1>3!
The Gundam, whose firepower, destructive power, and pressure are suddenly several times higher, cannot be easily thrown away with a broom.
The previous Gundam would still maintain restraint and control its speed within a certain range, but now, the Gundam that has not only evolved long-range means can even achieve a powerful jet propulsion that lasts for several seconds, bringing it closer in an instant. With such a large distance, even the Firebolt would have difficulty surpassing them in a straight line when they exploded in speed.
After killing the first trio in five seconds, this upgraded version of Gundam did not go dormant like other Gundams. Instead, it started a random hunting mode, facing the nearest unlucky kid The pig is advancing by leaps and bounds!
The unlucky child whose soul was scared away ran wildly, and the continuous polite greetings that popped out of his mouth probably did not let go of the relatives and friends of the three or eight generations just now.
But after struggling for less than ten seconds, he was still on the spot under the double chase.
The angry curse blew off half of Gundam's arm, but this was the last trace of him on the field.
But other people didn't read the whole process of the accident here. After all, there are not a few people who took the same action as those three who took the lead. The stricter and stricter the rules, the more 'loopholes' are discovered Afterwards, it became more and more attractive to those who thought carefully. There were more than 200 warriors, good and bad, and there were thirty or forty embarrassing ones, which were not too much.
In other words, there are as many as sixteen Gundams that have entered the second stage of runaway fusion.
Hundreds of homing missiles exploded in the sky. The dazzling alchemy tail flames painted chaotic lines of ribbons on the canvas of the blue sky. The missiles detonated by magic made a violent explosion sound. In the voice, there were countless curses, protests and screams.
Alchemy missiles with a limited charge are actually not that scary. As long as they are well protected, they can withstand several rounds until they are rescued.
But what if there is no protection?
The death index of the Triwizard Tournament has never been lower. In the Triwizard Tournament that has lasted for hundreds of years, there is no session where no one is undead. Many contestants chose the former, perhaps this choice does not matter. Irresponsible, but it is their own decision after all.
The red fireworks symbolizing abstention exploded in the sky with a striking signal, and the contestants who had made the decision to abstain disappeared instantly above the ruins of this huge metal city.
Including those who have already been eliminated, there are no more than 30 people left in this huge ruin.
Although it is not over yet, less than 230% of the 12.00 nine contestants have the hope of advancing to the next two rounds. The number of eliminations in this first individual competition is really a bit exaggerated.
It is said to eliminate the chaff and save the essence, to eliminate those who are not qualified at one time, so that the strong can have more stage time, which is probably the effect that the first stage wants to achieve.
After the fragmentation of the live footage due to the large number of people, the first round of the knockout round at the end stage became complete and coherent.
Without the extremely fragmented picture before, after handing over the camera to the more than [-] most elite people, the wonderful operations that continue to appear all the time make the end of the moment the climax of the first game.
The Runaway Gundam, who was able to shoot down people casually with homing missiles before, could do nothing even if the magazine was empty. This group of real elites was only one-tenth of the number before.
At least a hundred alchemy missiles were chasing behind his buttocks. The most eye-catching player on the field was Krum, the strongest Seeker of the 442nd Quidditch World Cup. Perhaps he was inferior to others in terms of magic spells, but In terms of flying skills, apart from Ron, it is estimated that there is no single enemy.
To lure the missiles behind him into a dive posture, Krum used a perfect Ronsky feint to instantly miss the target of hundreds of missiles. When he dived and sprinted with him, he had no time to brake, and was induced to chase Krum away. The Gundam that Mu ran exploded into a pile of scrap iron in an instant.
Everyone has shown a side that is far superior to that of their peers. They have their own special abilities, and the Gundam that has made others worry about it is actually not very difficult to deal with in their hands.
At the same time when this lively and exciting battle started, two idle men stared at each other with big eyes, and they seemed out of place with the others because they didn't have a Gundam to beat at all.
"You~have a~nostalgic~smell~ on you~"
Little Titan's voice is unhurried and unhurried. This voice with a unique reverberation is extremely recognizable. Coupled with his exaggerated body, every participating warrior has a deep memory of him.
"Onga?" Ron looked back at the noisy battlefield ahead, and asked the little titan curiously, "This is the first time we've met, right?"
"Yes ~ the first time ~" Weng Jia nodded, "I ~ don't know ~ your ~ name."
"My name is Ron Weasley, from Hogwarts."
Although he really wanted to shake hands, seeing Onga's big slap that could almost pinch his upper body, Ron put an end to this novel experience.
"Where is Tata Kulin?" Ron asked a question that he had been puzzled all along.
"Under the sea ~ very deep ~"
The answer given by Onga caught Ron a little off guard. He didn't expect that there would be a magic school established in the deep sea.
"Very deep~" Weng Jia emphasized again after thinking for a while, "Swimming~ will make me~ chest tight~"
This wonderful description is really a bit difficult to understand, and it is too abstract to describe the depth of the school with chest tightness.
Ron scratched his head in embarrassment, "By the way, you just said that I smell nostalgic? What does that mean?"
Hearing Ron's question, Onga lowered his head and stared at Ron for a while.
"I kind of want to eat it~ although I haven't eaten it~ but I miss it~ it tastes delicious~ I~ don't know~why~ like this."
"I miss it~ It seems~ I have eaten it before~ but it's not me~"
Onga's upper body, which was only wearing a big cloak, showed countless hideous and tragic scars. Although his expression was simple and gentle, these scars could not be weakened.
Especially after he made a statement that you seem to be delicious.
Even Ron is a bit of a mental drummer.
He saw the swift side of Wengga dismantling the Gundam with his bare hands. He is by no means a giant with huge strength and clumsy movements. People are now separated by three or four meters, which is enough for Weng Jia to reach out.
"Ahahaha." Ron scratched his hair and moved his butt, he laughed awkwardly, and then tried to change the subject, "Onga."
"That's right~ it's a dragon~ that's right~"
Onga, with a dazed look on his face, interrupted Ron's unspoken words. He stared at Ron with a hint of interest and joy in his eyes.
"No~salamander~" He took a deep breath, as if he was distinguishing some smells that ordinary people can't distinguish: "Yes~dragon~"
His palm-sized teeth were exposed to the air, they were neatly lined up in two rows, and the toothy smile was pale.
"My ancestors~hunted~dragons for~food~"
Onga's big grin and the sparkle in his eyes made him exude a kind of coldness that made Ron's hair stand on end. Giants have the habit of hunting fire dragons for food. They shot down fire dragons from the sky with huge stone logs, and then Thirty-foot-tall giants jumped up in groups, hugged the fire dragon, broke his wings and unscrewed his dragon's head, and devoured the fire dragon alive with the hot blood of the dragon.
"Onga~not~giants."
The huge man seemed to have guessed something in Ron's mind.
"I am ~Bloodborn of ~Titan~"
"You are the ~last~and~only~dragon that I ~saw~"
"Nice to meet you~"
"Ron Weasley."
Onga stretched out his hand. Unlike his ancient ancestors, in this era when giant dragons had disappeared, the Titans who used to hunt dragons for food, saw that this might be the last descendant of dragon blood in the world. Some are just nostalgia.
Just like meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, the remaining bloodline inheritors of the two ancient races should not continue to meet each other in life and death as in the past.
"Nice to meet you too, Onga."
Ron grabbed his fingers and shook them, then patted his butt and stood up.
"Do you want to dismantle a Gundam to play with?"
Looking at the stabilized battlefield ahead, Ron asked Onga.
"It's better to be in a daze."
Onga moved his butt, revealing the wreckage of a Gundam that he had squashed.
"It's a pity, actually, these big toys are quite interesting."
Seeing that the Gundam who had been fused for the second time was kicking around, and eagerly looking forward to the end of this round of competition, Ron, whose body was itchy with idleness, moved his body, and quickly moved between flashes and jumps. Moving forward, within half a minute, they approached the edge of the chaotic battlefield.
He put away his wand, and under the puzzled eyes of other contestants, he stepped on Gundam's metal body and jumped onto his shoulders with his empty hands.
"There's electricity on it!"
I don't know which kind-hearted person shouted to Ron.
But before Ron could respond to the reminder, the lightning blasted by the high-voltage current engulfed his figure.
(End of this chapter)