In the arena, Dion handed the light cloak to Niannian.

Every year, I hung the short bow on my waist, took the cloak, lowered my head and carefully folded it, and walked towards the side of the field.

"I decided," he put the square cloak into the storage crystal every year, "I want to temporarily seal this cloak, at least not wear it in the arena."

"No need for this, after all, it is a guarantee just in case." Dion smiled.

"No, this has become lazy. If you want to go to heaven if you have something to do, it is not conducive to progress at all."

Every year, he is determined, bulging his chest and taking steps.

"How else do you want to make progress? my       lady?"

Dion laughed and walked beside Niannian and handed her a hand.

Every year hesitated for a moment, put his hand on the back of his hand virtually, raised his chin slightly, and restrained his heroic steps.

As soon as Dion appeared, the audience whispering to each other in the stands wafted their eyes, and a few kind whistles sounded sporadically.

Every year I was secretly glanced at Dion, always feeling that his high-profile appearance was full of conspiracy.

Especially this man was wearing a plain silk fabric today. The golden rope drooped from one shoulder and loosely stretched out on his waist, causing the wide fabric to shrink. The natural wrinkles flowed with his footsteps. The contour of the human body was looming inside it, and the exposed skin was white and shiny.

Nian Nian's fingers were ready to move, and she wanted to pull the rope, but she shrank her hands back, and she blew her legs without any trace, and slipped in front of Dion, reorganized her style, treating Dion as her follower.

There is no way, getting too close and being too stressful.

Dion smiled and did not tease her again. He lowered his head slightly. The tree of life "Uktra Hill" floated from his palm, and the flowing rainbow bridge was dazzling.

He raised his hand and slowly drew a lengthened "w" and then drew a "i" under it. Every inch of the handwriting was extremely heavy, as if it was carved in the invisible air for eternity.

“ear.”

I looked back in surprise every year.

According to the elf tribe setting, there are five very rare letters in the entire Lun rune system used by the life priest, and five letters that directly point to the fourth element of the original, which can basically be mobilized by elf mages of the high priest level of each tribe.

ear is one of them, representing the earth element and also representing the god of death Hela.

The arrival of Death is low-key, without dazzling light, nor the whistling wind, just a little cold that invades the bone marrow, plus a little crazy silence and suffocating stagnation.

The scattered corpses in the field were silently swallowed by the earth, as if they had never existed in this world.

The lights in the arena are red, the night is ink blue, the auction house above the head is golden, but the earth in the field is a piece of white paper.

It is not white paper in the sense of color, but a kind of cleanliness that has been erased and cleared, as clean as a piece of transparent crystal.

Dion smiled at the corner of his mouth, the branches and leaves of life were stretched out, and the rainbow bridge suddenly became dim.

The crystal was flipped from inside to outside, revealing a few flaws. The content appeared again on the white paper, which was still vivid, messy, and even dirty and old. Although no one could tell what they saw, it couldn't help but feel relieved.

"You are..."

Looking at "Uktra Hill" who completely shrank into a shriveled seed every year, he couldn't help frowning.

Did Dion directly destroy the staff?

"Nick thinks that the reputation of our mercenary group in Usher is not very good enough."

Dion was still chatting and laughing calmly, Shi Shiran walked to the sidelines and entered the iron gate with a slightly stunned person every year.

"But it should be almost the same now. After all, Sara and his performance were also very impressive yesterday."

“…”

Nian Nian patted her face awkwardly, as if she wanted to wake herself up: "I seem to disappoint you too much, and I disappoint Nick too much."

"Since you have this strength and this need, it's not trouble to raise your value. I can't say that you can get it once and for all from now on." Dion said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I will definitely work hard to make myself worthy of your value." Every year clenched his fists and swore.

"It's all my family, and there's nothing worthy of it." Dion sighed slightly, "Actually, it's my fault. I was too eager to achieve success yesterday, just stuffing things for you, and I didn't give you time to think and breathe."

"No, no, no, blame you for what you do. It's obviously because I am lazy, but I don't understand a lot of things, so I just messed up in a mess." Every year was upset.

In fact... she still has one, two, three or four new skills that Dion gave her a surprise tutoring yesterday, but...

She thought, the combination of the arrow skills she had mastered now and was enough to use it, so she temporarily left behind the difficult and complicated problems.

"You still remember yesterday, well...it was actually this morning," Dion accompanied her slowly onto the steps, "Do you don't quite understand the skills?"

"Remember, the Triassic Arrow, the Ice Condensing Arrow, the Tornado Arrow," Nian Nian stuck out his tongue, "In fact, I don't even understand the principle of ignoring defense that the wandering Arrow ignores defense, but it's okay to use it."

To be honest, she only understood half of the new skills that Dion introduced to her.

The original effect of the Triassic Arrow was to automatically track the target with one arrow, which was also a lazy skill commonly used every year. After all, with the correction of the system, she would not have to be distracted to control the three arrows alone.

After the advancement of the triple-stacked arrow, the first arrow still has the effect of locking the target, similar to a marking function that lasts a relatively long time. The tracking of the latter two arrows can be delayed, rather than being sucked immediately.

According to Dion, this skill can at least mark two independent targets at the same time, and the duration of the mark is about three minutes.

For every year, this marking function is something she didn't understand. Could it be that the first arrow will turn the wound into a magnet? So how can this magnetism take effect in a delayed manner?

The ice condenser arrow falls into ice. After advancement, the ice will disappear, but instead become a slow button.

If you understand this effect with biological knowledge, for example, it is okay to cause the target joint to be stiff and slow, but the additional effect that is equivalent to extending the magic skill reading bar and energy storage time is also very difficult to start every year.

After advancement, the whirlwind arrow can turn forward, blow the target away, or turn backward, gather the target together, but Dion's requirements for every year are to mix and seamlessly connect the positive and negative, which seems to be a trick to play with the airflow.

"Yeah, that's fine." Dion nodded, looked ahead and said politely, "How many people have something to ask us?"

The three referees hesitated, one of them cleared his throat and whispered:

"I don't know if the two elves have time. We want to discuss some things with you."

"Did you ask us for something, or do you ask us for something?" Dion asked straight to Nian Nian.

"This..." the referee lowered his voice, "Please don't make things difficult for us, we are only employed by others and make some money."

"Yeah, I understand." Dion turned his face and smiled at Nian Nian, "Look, it's time forever."

Nick's goal has been achieved.
Chapter completed!