Iron Nation Embassy.
After enjoying the banquet hosted by Her Majesty the Empress, Eitek was a little drunk.
It was the end of the banquet, but the invited nobles were still gathered in the Iron Nation Embassy.
Today was a day for them to raise the national flag and celebrate. The Ironforgers who won the honor naturally became the center of attention.
The older Ironforgers dealt with the surrounding nobles, while Eitek was surrounded by nobles of the same age.
These nobles were mostly studying in Noland, and many of them had played the Holy Ghost game before.
"I told you, I'm evenly matched with Fuya!"
Eitek let go of his humility after drinking, revealing the mannerisms of a young man and bragging about his performance on the battlefield.
"In the words of the spellcaster forum, Lord Eitek and Master Fuya are evenly matched."
"But Lord Eitek was killed by Master Fuya twice in the finals."
One of the younger noblemen's descendants instantly exposed the group's praise for Eitech, and for a moment, Eitech didn't know how to respond.
"I'm sorry, Lord Eitek. He's still young."
His parents immediately ran over and dragged the naughty child away. Eitek witnessed the scene and his drunken mind instantly sobered up.
"Lord Eitek, don't mind the nonsense of children. Come … Let's congratulate our champion again."
One of the nobles raised his glass and was about to clink with Eitek, but Eitek shook his head and placed the glass back on the table.
It was true that he won the Holy Ghost Open, but it didn't mean that he was better than Fuya. Fuya suppressed him in all five rounds of the finals.
If he didn't have the support of his teammates, he would definitely lose badly.
Eitek was well aware of this. If he won the first championship, would his career as a Holy Ghost come to an end?
The answer was impossible. Even if he wanted to retire, Empress Yekana wouldn't allow it.
It was certain that Eitek would fight against Fuya again because he was in charge of the middle lane.
Next time, Fuya's teammates wouldn't be as weak as they were now.
"Lord Ethek, Master Fuya seems to have started a live broadcast."
A noble heir suddenly said, although his words sounded a little harsh to the ears of the people around him.
Eitech immediately opened his Weave, and sure enough, the entrance to Fuya's livestream was at the most obvious spot on the Weave.
It wasn't just Fuya's livestream. After the Holy Ghost Tournament ended, Fuya's previous gaming videos also attracted a new group of fans.
What made Eitek feel the most ashamed was that he had learned many of the Hero's playstyles from Fuya.
Eick was also a fan of Fuya.
"There are already 30,000 people here. This number of spectators is three times more than the number of spectators in the arena managed by my family."
"It should be 40,000, and the number is still rising. What is Master Fuya doing?"
By the time Eitek came to his senses, many people around him had already opened Fuya's livestream, with bullet comments floating across the screen like a wall.
The livestream didn't look like a Holy Ghost. In fact, it looked like Fuya wasn't playing a game, but in the wild.
"Isn't that Master Fuya's All-Rounder? It's a real person? "
The audience recognized the figure standing beside Fuya at once. The All-Rounder's weird color scheme was too unique, especially the rubber duck on his head.
"Has Master Fuya been summoned by the God of Holy Spirits to the real Holy Ghost Battlefield?"
There were many Players of the Church of Games on the Spellcaster Forum, all of whom firmly believed that the game they were playing must have really existed in another world.
Eitek didn't have time to pay attention to some of the discussions on the bullet comments. On the screen, magic was already gathering in the All-Rounder's hand, and he was facing an enemy Eitek had never seen before.
Still, Eitek couldn't move his eyes away from the realistic viewing experience, as if he was watching a movie.
…
"Your resistance is meaningless. The Pilgrim Legion will eventually flatten you."
The old man recovered after being burnt to a crisp by the All-Rounder's spell for the fourth time, just as the Knights of the Dead beside him revived once more.
"The power that God has bestowed upon us allows us to remain within our roots, never to perish."
"Never die?" Josiah stared at the glass orb in the old man's hand, which already had a second crack on its surface. "Can I conclude that your immortality means that you have many chances to revive? But it's definitely not infinite, right? "
The old man didn't answer Josiah. The Knights of the Dead had already left the range of the Holy Ghost Legion's highland gate, and the old man released more souls, increasing the number of knights from a hundred to a thousand as they charged towards Josiah.
At that moment, Josiah could hear the sound of hooves stomping on the ground.
"Rest in peace under God's iron hooves."
The leader of the Knights of the Dead raised his spear and was about to pierce through Josiah, but a tall figure suddenly fell from the sky. When he landed on the ground, the ground cracked like a fragile board!
In the next second, he raised his arms and slammed them down on the ground. The ground cracked … The charge of the Knights of the Dead was blocked by the cracked ground, and the horses fell into the cracks in the ground and whined.
"Summoner! The war … has begun. "He clenched his arms and spat out a cold breath.
The Trembling One, Rolaxius Karshilov!
"I think you can stop your stupid lines now."
Josiah looked at the old man from a distance across the ravine on the ground. The ravine and the cracked ground were gradually recovering, and a green arrow flew past Josiah and shot towards the old man.
He wanted to use the Grey Fog to block this arrow, and he had blocked it before!
However, what he was facing now was not a stunted Elven Forerunner, but a fully equipped Elven Forerunner.
The arrow penetrated the shield formed by the Grey Fog and went straight through the old man's chest. The hole in his chest was immediately filled by the energy in the glass ball.
But the next moment, another arrow pierced through his shoulder.
"This is the seventh time I have taken your life. Let me guess how many times I have to kill you before you can resurrect … A hundred times? A thousand times? It doesn't matter, I have all the time in the world! "
Josiah's provocation finally made the old man angry. The Knights of the Dead raised their shields to block the arrow of the Elven Leader.
But hot black flames fell from the sky, and a flag symbolizing the glory of the Falosi was raised high beside Josiah.
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