Chapter 113

At the moment, the arena, which was originally full of people, was extremely quiet. Everyone was staring at Sattar arena.

Just now, why is it calm again? Was that a dream? The sloppy man is gone? Was it buried?

A series of well-informed questions came to mind.

This is a very wonderful contest, but how can it shock only one person in the blink of an eye?

The battle seemed boring, but the magic was even more amazing!

Sure enough

"Witch" can't lose

At the beginning, many people were still cheering when they saw the "witch" fall into the disadvantage, but at the moment, they felt stupid. How could they lose? Mingming won very easily!

Beren and the three women all opened their eyes and looked at the silver haired girl below in disbelief.

This time I felt more shocked than last time.

The strength and talent of this age can be said to be favored by God!

Elia, it's a little different

This is beren's feeling, not strength, because it was impossible to judge the depth of Elia's strength from the beginning.

Different, it means feeling that Elia standing there at the moment is looking at her hands.

How to describe that feeling?

Perhaps, it can be said that it is more vivid?

Bold guess, perhaps, because of the last thing?

"Sigma... Arlo, Arlo...?"

Vaguely, beren thought of something. His eyes moved slightly, but his mind was not clear. He needed some hard thinking to understand.

VIP room.

"Too strong, this child."

Even Verny couldn't help but marvel. The child called "witch" was even stronger than the witch race in the talent of magic and magic.

"Xingnai, do you have a chance of winning against that child?"

Verny curiously asked the beautiful girl with purple hair. She was a little concerned.

When Verny asked, Xingnai shook her head and blinked her beautiful star eyes.

"That kid didn't want to fight at the beginning. He didn't get serious until later. In my opinion, if I can't get close, I can't win."

Xingnai roughly simulated his battle with the silver haired girl in his mind, and the final result was like this.

If she can't get close, she can't even imagine the possibility of ensuring invincibility.

"That's great. It's a pity."

Verny sighed. She was very sorry in her eyes, but at the same time, there was doubt.

On the tower.

"How could it be so strong...?"

Rodriguez was foolish at the moment. He thought that the "madman" was enough to defeat the "witch", but the result was completely beyond his expectation.

Now, even if we dig three feet, we may not be able to bring out the body of the "madman". I'm not sure. Is there any residue left?

Rodriguez can't accept that such a strong man is locked up in Sattar prison. Anyway, how?

Now Rodriguez began to be afraid. How should he take away such a person?

"Oh... Oh, Hagrid, do you know her power?"

Rodriguez looked very ugly at Hagrid. He didn't think Hagrid would be sure to control such a strong man?

"Cough, when, of course."

Hagrid just coughed and then showed a look of course he knew, but it was not convincing.

Originally, he didn't know.

After taking a deep look at Hagrid, Rodriguez withdrew his eyes, and he looked at the silver haired girl standing in a daze in the field.

The "witch" must be taken away, but the question is, how should I take it away?

At the moment, he was still very upset, because he had to bear the consequences of the "madman" dying here. After all, the prisoner was not under his control, and it was the limit to come out.

"What trouble!"

Rodriguez wanted to stamp his feet angrily, but he couldn't get down in front of Hagrid.

"That's all for today. I just want to taste yerusal's wine. I'll go first and talk later."

With that, Rodriguez left here without looking back.

Seeing this, the soldiers and guards around couldn't help laughing. Isn't that why they ran away?

Haigelun also felt a little smile. He looked at the child below again.

Many things are unexpected, like this time.

Elia stood where she was. She said that her eyes were taken back from her hands. She looked up at the countless audience outside the arena, looking calm.

Finally, the silver haired girl turned around, walked to the iron fence gate and returned to the darkness.

When Elia entered the passage, Hagrid was standing alone in front of the passage and watching her.

"Elia."

Hearing someone calling her, Elia also raised her head, and her eyes fell on Hagrid's body, with some fluctuations in her eyes.

"Are you hurt?"

Hagrid came forward and didn't care that Elia had just killed someone. He was full of worry and care.

"No."

Elia subconsciously replied to the middle-aged man who was almost entering her old life.

Hearing Elijah's reply, Hagrid was stunned and looked at Elijah a little dull.

This was the first time Elia replied to his words, and her voice was no longer so low.

"Elia... What's the matter with you?"

Out of concern, Hagrid asked her doubts.

Elia's eyes drooped, her body shook slightly, and she only felt a headache.

"Think of something."

Hearing Elijah's words, Hagrid's heart trembled. As expected, he already had this hunch.

"Do you know anything?"

Elia raised her head and looked at the man with half white hair in front of her. Her eyes were calm but very focused, as if she wanted to get an answer from the face in front of her.

Hearing Elijah's words, Hagrid was silent. Finally, he sighed in his heart. Anyway, he didn't convince himself to hide everything.

At the moment, Elia's memory is obviously not clear, but she will remember everything sooner or later.

And Hagrid, too, made a decision.

"Elia, I'll tell you everything I know, but can you give me some time?"

If she could, Hagrid would choose not to tell her face to face.

Elia felt more and more dizzy, but after she looked at Hagrid for a while, she finally nodded.

This relieved Hagrid. He looked at Elia with a tired look. He didn't know if it was because of the battle, his eyes gradually softened.

"I'll take you back and have a good rest. You should be tired, too."

Hagrid held out her big hand and took Elia's small hand.

"Yes."

Elia did not resist the kind man. There was such a person in her memory.

Gentle, kind, equally rough but warm hands.

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