Chapter 97 (1/2)

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97 – Druid

The atmosphere of the entire Black Dragon Empire’s Royal Grand Arena became instigated and excited because of the words of the presenter.

Fluctuations of spirit force unbridedly descended on the followers of the two groups, scanning them.

The 100,000 aristocrats in the Royal Grand Arena, there were close to 10,000 official Warlocks among them. This was precisely the depth of the first empire, the Black Dragon Empire, in Turandot Subcontinent.

The presenter casually snapped his fingers and cast a spell – a radiance glimmered in the center of the Royal Grand Arena and then gathered into a light screen.

The light screen displayed the various handicap bets. Among them, a.n.u.sha’s team winning, the amount of bets was the highest, the total exceeding 60,000,000 Magic Stones. Closely followed by the various handicap bets of Rex’s group being completely wiped out. The several handicap bets of Rex’s group winning, the number of bets could be counted on one’s fingers. Clearly, there was no one optimistic about the prospects of Yang Feng’s group.

a.n.u.sha was one of the heads of Black Dragon Empire’s thirty six great Black Dragon blood-meridian families. She herself was a formidable being with the cultivation of a pinnacle level-3 Warlock and adding on her family’s great power, she could casually pick countless experts from among her family. The aristocrats of the Black Dragon Empire were not stupid, they naturally wouldn’t squander their Magic Stones by placing a bet on such a rookie like Yang Feng.

Yang Feng felt somewhat covetous as he looked at those tremendous odds: “Unfortunately, I don’t have enough Magic Stones, only then would I make a killing.”

After the increase of the total of bets became very slow, only then did the presenter said with a slight smile: “Alright, lets finish with the bets, lets officially start this life and death wager rarely seen in a decade!”

Finished speaking, the presenter silently recited an incantation and then casually pointed with his finger.

A dazzling light radiated in the center of the Royal Grand Arena, shrouding forty followers.

A huge gate appeared in the center of the Royal Grand Arena. It opened and turned into a huge black hole, directly devouring the forty followers.

Suddenly, a huge light screen manifested itself in the center of the Royal Grand Arena, displaying the overview of an island.

“Put this on! I guarantee that you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” Reigns gave Yang Feng a mysterious smile and handed him a pair of crystal eyegla.s.ses.

Yang Feng put on the pair of crystal eyegla.s.ses and looked towards the huge light screen. Only to see that huge light screen very strangely divide itself into forty one screens. Among which, the most central screen displayed the panoramic view of the Dragon Battle Isle, while the other forty screens respectively displayed the whereabouts of the forty warriors.

Yang Feng’s mind moved, the screens constantly switched, quickly switching to the screen with the whereabouts of the warrior that he wanted to see and zoomed in until it felt like the warrior was before his eyes.

“High tech! Truly high-end!” Yang Feng’s heart shook, getting a deeper understanding about the civilization of Warlocks.

In Turandot Subcontinent, many places were impoverished and lagging, looking like medieval europe. But at the summit of the world, the world where the Warlocks dwelt, it was in fact extremely flouris.h.i.+ng, not the slightest bit lacking when compared to the modern earth and even by far surpa.s.sing earth in some aspects.

Dragon Battle Isle was a small, long and narrow island, it had an approximate radius of more than three hundred kilometers, nearly equivalent to a Viscoutdom. With the Dragon Battle Isle’s dense forest and its complicated topography, it was the best place to carryout battles. There would be more than a dozen extremely b.l.o.o.d.y close combat shows among Warlock followers in the Dragon Battle Isle each year, being also the most exciting and the most brilliant matches.