The door of the Throne Wizard Tower was tightly closed, and the people gathered beside Abylos Avenue were eagerly waiting. Even though they could not see or hear any movement inside, it did not hinder their concentration and high interest.
They are waiting for a result.
In the casino of the royal city, another handicap was opened at this moment, betting on when today's tower battle would end and who would be the winner.
From within an hour to tomorrow night.
Includes both shortest and longest limit times.
This time, the odds between Nance and Thomason were not much different. But many people still flocked to it, hoping to recover their losses.
Cook also hurried over.
Before going, he specifically asked Ash for his opinion: "Which time do you think is more suitable for betting?"
Ash recommended it to him without hesitation: "Choose the shortest time."
Cook: "..." The shortest time has the highest odds, in other words, the least reliable choice. He had heard that Scarlet Moon was ridiculously strong, but Thomason was at least the first among the challengers, a dignified gray-robed wizard, right? How could he lose so quickly?
But when he saw Ash's serious expression, he gritted his teeth, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.
He ran to the entrance of the casino in one breath, left himself some money for the trip home, and bet the rest of his wealth on it: "One hour! I bet that in one hour, Mr. Nance will win!"
The people around him looked at him with strangeness and sympathy.
I thought, this must be because I spent a lot of money on Thomason in the previous round, and now I see Scarlet Moon, I regret it. I was so obsessed with gambling that I wanted to get the gold back in one go.
In fact, there are many people who hold this idea, but they still dare not put all their hopes in one hour.
It’s impossible to even think about it.
Even that Scarlet Moon couldn't do that...
"impossible!"
In the Sea of Stars, Thomason's cold expression disappeared, and he looked crazy, with red eyes: "This is impossible!"
In his hand was a staff inlaid with dark white crystals, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a huge black hole that swallowed up all the light. There were countless dark filaments around his body, swaying outward like seaweeds on the bottom of the water, separating him from the silver-white light walls around him.
He hid in the domain he had opened up. Only in this way could he protect himself in this endless maze.
Just look at his bodyguard Gala to see what happens when you are trapped in a maze.
Not far from him, the cat beastman Garo had uncontrollably transformed into a tall and agile black panther, lying quietly on the ground with his head resting on his two front paws, as if he was asleep. However, seeing the black panther's body trembling violently from time to time, one could tell that he was not at peace in his dream.
Thomason knew what was going on.
From birth to death, a person is just a line in the long river of fate.
This line is unique and the destiny it presents is unique.
But this line is winding and tortuous, and at countless turning points, it has the possibility of going in another direction and developing another future.
Nans, the fate weaver, has eyes that can see through the nodes of fate. In his field, he can strip off countless possible destinies of a person and impose them all on that person. When the thread of fate is tangled and overlapped, the person in the fate cannot find the right way out.
Jia Luo is already trapped.
And if he had not unfolded his own field of devouring the power of rules, he would probably have fallen like Gala.
But his field is not as good as Nance's.
Thomason didn't want to believe it, but he had to admit the fact: his domain was completely suppressed by Nans, and could only barely protect his body. And Nans's domain actually covered the entire Sea of Stars at the moment before the duel began.
He was trapped in a prison, barely able to protect himself, let alone fight back?
They are all gray-robed wizards, regardless of their level of strength.
What determines the gap between them is their different understanding of the rules of the stars.
"This is impossible..." Thomason still murmured unconsciously. He felt desperate about the huge gap. He was so embarrassed that he almost lost control and shouted loudly, "Throne! His Majesty Reinhard! He must be cheating!"
The Sea of Stars was silent, with no response.
However, no response is already an answer.
No cheating.
Who can cheat under the nose of the shining throne?
Thomason looked depressed, as if all his energy had been drained away. He muttered in a trance, "With this level, how could he be only the master of the Third Wizard Tower..."
…
Outside the door.
Cook squeezed back to Ash's side again. It was hard for him to accurately locate Ash in the crowd.
It took him almost an hour to go back and forth.
"Not over yet?" He panted, looking at Ash eagerly, "Little brother, the time is almost up."
But Ash smiled and pointed - Cook thought vaguely, this action of the little brother seems familiar, it feels like there will be good news next?
As he thought this, he heard Ash's voice: "It's over. Thomason is out."
He quickly followed Ash's fingertips and looked towards the tightly closed door of the wizard tower, and saw a beam of starlight falling, wrapping up Thomason and a nimble black panther, and landing on the steps in front of the door.
The black panthers were curled up in a ball, looking injured and unconscious.
Thomason was kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely, as if he had just been in a fierce fight, with strands of white hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks, his eyes were dull, his lips were trembling, and he looked extremely embarrassed. It was impossible to imagine how confident and arrogant he was before entering the tower.
There was no need to wait for the Brilliant Throne to announce the success or failure. Everyone who saw the scene had an idea of the result in their minds.
"That's too much." Ash also heard someone sighing quietly, "Scarlet Moon beat him up like this, without holding back at all."
"Yeah, it's fierce."
"As expected of the Scarlet Moon."
…
Quite a few people actually feel this way.
I wasn't surprised at all by Thomason's defeat.
He accepted it calmly, adding a brilliant touch to Sigourney's glorious record.
"Sigourney didn't do anything." Meng also heard the discussion and shook his head. "He probably just stood there with his hands folded and watched the show, right?"
Ash blinked, confirming once again that the rumors were unreliable. Look, a new rumor was fermenting and degenerating before his eyes, becoming a part of Sigourney's false resume. He thought to himself, perhaps many of the rumors he had heard about Sigourney before were very untrue.
"Where are Lord Nance and Sigourney?" After a while, seeing no familiar people coming out, Ash pulled Ramon.
Meng wasn't too sure: "Should I come out now?"
Inside the door.
The Sea of Stars became calm again.
Thomason and Galar left, leaving only Nance and Sigourney standing calmly in the middle of the field.
The voice of the Brilliant Throne finally rang out again, but it was a little gentler than at the beginning: "Nance, congratulations on your successful defense of the tower."
Nance smiled and said, "For the glory of His Majesty."
"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and your understanding of the rules has reached such a level..." in an appreciative tone.
"Stop!" Nans raised his hands in surrender, and dared to interrupt the king directly. "Your Majesty, I am going home to retire soon, really."
The throne's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and serious affirmation: "Nance, you have the talent to become the throne."
Nance shook his head firmly: "But I don't want to be the throne."
"..." After a long silence, the throne seemed to sigh softly, "There is still time. Nans, please think about it carefully..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a silver-white light enveloped Nance and Sigourney beside him. The two disappeared from the Sea of Stars and landed outside the closed door of the Wizard Tower.
Standing on the high steps, a solemn and majestic voice spread out to the entire royal city with the Throne Wizard Tower as the center.
"The battle for the third wizard tower is over. The winner is Nans, the weaver of fate."
At the foot of the stairs and on both sides of Abilos Avenue, thunderous applause and cheers rang out.
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