C90

"Get out of the way, let me in …"

When Shaya and Cardina reached the entrance of the abandoned building, they were attracted by a voice.

"Sister Shaya, look, isn't that the little girl from before?" Cardina pointed.

As expected, the little girl who had bumped into her earlier was stopped by a senior student. She was in the middle of a dispute.

"I'm sorry, Miss Goethe, but I can't let you in!" He was not tall, but he was like a steel wall that stood in front of Goethe.

"Why?" They can all go in? "

The white-robed mage smiled. "Why not?" "It's Haifert's order. If you want to go in, that's fine too, unless you can defeat us …"

Each of the four white-robed mages had the strength of a high-level vocation. As an intermediate mage, it would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens for Goethe to defeat them.

Goethe bit her lips. Naturally, she knew that these people were specially arranged by Hailey to stop her, so that she could not ruin her plans.

Looking at the white-robed mage who had a very friendly smile on his face, Goethe began to think, "Highfield is at least at the third phase of the soldier rank, while I'm at the fifth phase. Ron should be slightly stronger than me, so he shouldn't be a problem to deal with Highfield, but I'm afraid that if they fight one of them, Ron will be at a disadvantage …"

At this moment, she sighed in her heart, "Forget it, with these few Advanced Level Warrior Saints here, I'm afraid I won't be able to help much …"

Goethe could only leave sadly.

Shaya and Cardina looked at each other and stepped forward.

"Frances, what are you doing here?" Shaya asked coldly.

When the white-robed mage saw this, he exclaimed, "My dear, why did you drag these two ladies into this? He can't afford to offend any of them!"

As one of the strongest duos in the academy, Shaya and Cardina were both very famous in the academy. Frances could only smile and say, "You two beautiful ladies, how did you have the time to come here today?"

Shaya snorted, "Then I'll ask you, what are you doing up there?"

"Ugh …" "Ha …" Frances laughed, "It's nothing, just a few new students playing around, so it's not a big deal..."

Cardina smiled slightly, "Who's playing around with who? I seem to have heard that this has something to do with that fellow Haires …"

Cardina's smile captivated Frances so much that he stuttered, "Uh …" Uh... Yes, yes. One of the battlers up there is Highfield, the younger brother of Khafir … "

"Who's the other one?" Shaya asked.

"I think it's the new Necromancer, Ron. He's just a small character, not worth mentioning..."

"As expected, it's him..." Shaya and Cardina looked at each other. There were traces of hatred in Shaya's eyes. She could still clearly remember the day she was defeated by a fifteen-year-old child.

Thinking back to the figure of the girl who just left, Cardina understood immediately. A trace of disdain appeared on her face, "So you just stood here and stopped his friend from going in. "That girl seems to be quite strong..."

"Ugh …" "Where, where …" Frances chuckled dryly. Seeing that Cardina's expression was not friendly, she was shocked and quickly said, "It's like this. That girl, Hefelter, knows her and was afraid that she would cause trouble. That's why she asked me to stop her …"

"Humph!" "Sure enough!" Cardina gave a little sniff of her lovely little nose.

Shaya said in a cold voice, "So, if we go up, you will also stop us?" Do you also want me to defeat you guys before I can enter? "

Frances jumped. Fighting with this lady? Don't joke around, who didn't know that Shaya was one of the geniuses of Baroque Academy. Although Frances was also a high-ranked professional, she was still a far cry from Shaya.

"No …" "I dare not …" In front of Shaya and Cardina, Frances immediately became frightened. He extended his hand and gestured, "Miss Shaya, Miss Cardina, how could I dare to stop you? Please come in …"

… ….

The upperclassmen escorted Ron to the arena step by step. The arena was already packed with students watching the show. Some of them had sympathy flashing through their eyes while others were gloating over the situation.

When he saw Ron, he let out a cruel smile. In his heart, he had thought of thousands of ways to torture this necromancer who dared to contradict him until he felt that it was better to die than to live. He wanted to vent his anger and establish his might in front of the freshmen.

As for Goethe, he was not worried at all. Naturally, someone would take care of this matter.

Ron walked up to the arena, which was filled with onlookers. The sweaty air smelled bad, so there was a large empty space in the middle of the arena. Ron knew that this was the place where he and Highfield would settle.

At this time, he saw Hefelter. The latter smiled and waved at him, and at this moment, he felt someone push him, pushing him to the center of the arena. At this moment, cheers came from the crowd, and the atmosphere became even more lively.

Ron turned around and glared viciously at the upperclassman who was pushing him. The murderous look in his eyes caused the upperclassman's heart to tremble, cold sweat trickling down his back.

"Dammit. Why is this guy's gaze so scary?" The senior gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He lifted his hand and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes. Why? Why is my hand trembling? Am I afraid? Why should I be afraid? He was just a useless Necromancer.

A few men and women were chatting and laughing above the barrier of the arena, completely looking down on the people around them.

"Is this what you meant by Ron?" "It doesn't look that good either..." "He's just a waste of a snack, my dear, and I think you're making a big deal of it."

The red-haired girl was also a specially recruited student this year who came from a certain family in the Holy Empire. Even a fool could tell that the people sitting on the other seat were from the same dorm, both the seniors and the freshmen. They all called him their boss.

"Yi Charlotte, you don't understand …" Highfield smiled sinisterly. "I want this trash to be knocked down in front of everyone, so that he won't be able to hold his head up in front of all the other teachers and students. In the end, he can only leave the academy dejectedly …"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …" Yi Charlotte smiled daintily, her red hair dancing in the wind. "Hailey, it's not wrong to say that you made a big fuss out of nothing. Is there a need to treat a trash like that? If you don't like his words, it's better for you to just kill him … "

Highfield smiled. "No one is allowed to kill people in school. Besides, it's not fun to let him die so easily."

With that, Highfield no longer paid any more attention to Yitsyl, and he jumped down from the guardrail, looking directly at Ron, "Ron, you're finally here, can't you hide any longer? "I've almost triggered the whole school to come and find you. I've been waiting for you for a long time …"

Ron shook his head helplessly. "Hefelter, well, your name is Hefelter, right? If you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time, but I don't think you need to call so many people to watch? "

"Hehe, are you scared?" "I want to beat you down in front of so many people, to let you lose all your face, and see if you dare to stand up against me again …" Hehe, you want to be a hero, right? You want me to save your mentor, right? Let me tell you, you have to pay a price to be a hero … "

Ron shook his head. "I was going to secretly teach you a lesson, but I didn't expect you to call so many people over to watch. Didn't you ever think that you would be the one to lose face if you lost?"

"Hahaha …"

The surrounding freshmen burst into laughter. They were laughing at Ron's boasting. A powerful Necromancer only existed in legends, something that had never happened before in real life.

However, Highfield's face turned red. He treated the laughter in his surroundings as a mockery. A Necromancer actually dared to confront him head on, causing him to lose face.

He was so angry that he laughed instead. "Alright, alright, Ron, I hope you're as good as you say later on that a guy who only knows how to talk is useless …"

He clenched his fists, and a faint flow of Dou Qi flowed out from his body, gradually turning his body red.

"Originally, I only wanted to humiliate him a little. Since you want to die, don't blame me …" Hefelter swore in his heart that he would beat this reckless bastard half to death.

"It's starting, it's starting..." The surrounding students started to clamor, pushing the atmosphere to a standstill. Even the air started to heat up, and this bunch of people, who only wished to stir up trouble, started to yell.

"Highfield, beat him up..."

"Come on, Highfield. I think you can do it!"

"Haha, knock him down..."

At this time, all sorts of disorderly sounds began to coalesce like a horn, forming the same sound.

"Beat him up..."

"Beat him up..."

"Beat him up..."

No one favored Ron, not even a single one. Everyone cheered for Highfield, and even the ones who originally sympathized with Ron began to support him. In this world where strength was everything, the weak would never need cheap sympathy.

His thoughts went back to the days when he had been passionate in his youth, and he was not worried about Ron at all. "Ron, you should be able to handle this guy, right?"

Ron nodded slightly as a trace of a smile appeared in his eyes, "Grandpa Hou Meilin, if I can't even deal with this guy, then my undead magic will have been learned in vain, and I won't be worthy of being your disciple …"

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