"What?" Field's face tightened. The two sides were not very close, but Lance's words fell clearly into his ears.

Then he pretended to be disdainful and said, "I am a hooded man, what's the point of pretending to be? Even if you don't want to admit defeat, don't talk nonsense."

However, although he said this, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Loriel.

"Is it her who reported the secret?"

Field was a little unhappy. He had been following Roriel for a long time and also liked this cheerful girl very much.

However, Loriel has always politely refused his admiration, which made Field, who has been smooth sailing since childhood, very depressed. However, he has never given up.

Recently, Field suddenly discovered that Loriel seemed very interested in the hooded man, so he asked people to inquire about the whereabouts and information of the hooded man. His thoughts immediately became active - the hooded man? It seems to be good...

The most coincidental thing is that Field himself does have a very fanatical love for bows and arrows. Because of this reason, his witchcraft practice has also embarked on a different path than ordinary wizards. Compared with the hooded man, his archery skills may be a little worse than those of the other party and cannot be as magical as the other party, but it is probably no problem to hide the eyes of most people.

On the other hand, he believed that his attainment in bows and arrows was far superior to that of the Hooded Man. He watched the video of the Puppet City broadcast by the Rambo Union repeatedly. The bows and arrows used by the Hooded Man were very ordinary, with only two types. In addition to the most basic model, there were only one special arrow with phosphorus gunpowder applied. This was far from his treasures.

After inquiring about this information, a thought suddenly emerged in his mind: My archery skills are also superb, why can't I pretend to be a hooded man?

Once this thought was released, it continued to expand like a hot air balloon. Especially after further understanding Rorrell's admiration for the hooded man, he resolutely made a decision!

He wants to become the hooded man in front of the stage!

So he chose the Blood Sails qualifiers for the qualifiers as his own stage.

It was obvious that he succeeded. In the second round of live broadcast, he became famous in one fell swoop. At the same time, he just pointed out his identity. Even the iconic headshot technique of the hooded man was used by him. Originally, he shot arrows, aiming at his chest instead of his head, because the skull on his forehead was harder and harder to aim.

If you want to shoot the head with one arrow, you have very strict requirements on archery. Although Field refined archery, it was not that level.

However, this did not stump him. In the second round of the game, he made a clever trick to make the enemy lose its resistance or movement ability, and quickly shot him with a bow and arrow, which dispelled most people's suspicion of him in one fell swoop.

Only some meticulous wizards would be surprised why this guy didn't use archery to take away the enemy's life, but these people are a minority after all, and they may not continue to observe the battle for blood sails.

It can be said that after the second round of the game, Field's goal has almost been achieved.

What made him feel uneasy was that when he proudly looked at Rorrell's identity, the latter seemed a little absent-minded!

At that time, Field had a bad premonition in his heart.

Later, when the cafe met, Luo Ruier asked a question sharply, which made him not know how to answer - he did not expect that Luo Ruier had had close contact with the hooded man! The other party actually saved Luo Ruier! How could this information be known to him, a fake?

That night, Field felt for the first time that his idea of ​​pretending to be a hooded man was really terrible.

But two hours later, when a pair of beautiful twin sisters threw themselves into his arms because he was a hooded man, he immediately changed his mind. Although he couldn't handle Rorrell, the identity of the hooded man seemed to have benefited him a lot!

Besides, I have already pretended to be a lie, so I can only continue to perform all the way. If the real hooded man doesn't show up, then he is the real hooded man; if the real hooded man comes to him - then the six magic arrows in his hand are ready!

This is the wishful thinking that Field had made.

...

"You know the most in your heart if you are talking nonsense." Lance smiled faintly: "You don't have to care where I learned the news. Anyway, there can only be one person standing and leaving here between you and me today."

"Not bad!" Field looked at Lance up and down, and suddenly smiled, "I originally thought that Lord Katerina had taken a look away, but now it seems that Mr. Lance's strength is mostly more than the point that appeared, right? Otherwise, after knowing my archery skills, I would not continue to fight. Wouldn't it?"

Lance closed his mouth and was silent, leaving Field's temptation empty.

"It's really not at all." Field mocked: "Do you know how our battle is described in today's newspaper?"

Lance raised his eyelids and still didn't say anything.

Field continued: "The title of "Ferrondor Weekly" is: Fireball Men vs. Hood Men, and the subtitle is: A battle without suspense."

...

"We all know that the Hooded Man has amazing combat capabilities. This guy is a killer in Puppet City. Now a few months have passed, his strength has increased further. However, when I learned that the Hooded Man is Mr. Field, I was also surprised. As the heir to the Childries family, Mr. Field will definitely not lack various resources. So why did he enter Puppet City for? All this seems to be hard to explain.

But there is no doubt that he is the hooded man because of the iconic archery! Let us welcome this powerful wizard to the public eye of Ferundor. He completely changed the positioning of archery on the wizarding path, and he completely turned this craft of killing into art…”

On the side of the training ground, Renn held a thick newspaper in his hand and recited loudly.

"The front page is very large, and it's all about the hooded man, that annoying Field - to be honest, I always think that this kind of slick guy with a slick face is not a good thing. You see, he always acts so cruelly." Rennes said.

Rorrell and Jane stood beside him. Jane glanced at the Ferrondor Weekly in Rennes's hand and couldn't help saying, "Isn't the title [Fireball Men vs. Hood Men]? Why only the Hood Men? Where is Mr. Lance?"

"But the subtitle is [a battle without suspense]," Lane responded, "I look for... Honestly, although Mr. Lance's big fireball is impressive, I still don't like him very much--the Field is a real killer, and as for Mr. Lance, hey, I found out, the description of the fireball man, at the bottom."

"... So, although the game has not started yet, we can almost announce the result of the game. Hood man Field won the final victory. As for the fireball man Lance - Oh my God I still remember his name Lance - I can only summarize it in one sentence: Hey man, fireball can't kill anyone."

Jane rolled her eyes: "Ferrendor Weekly has underestimated Mr. Lance too much, right?"

"The author of this article is Gaster, the vice president of the Lambo union, and the guy who slapped himself because of Lance." Ren said hee: "I wonder if his prediction will be slapped in the face again this time."

"By the way, Loriel, who do you think can win?" Jane asked curiously.

Loriel stared quietly into the field and replied firmly: "Hotel man."

...

"Two contestants, please be prepared quickly. The first battle in the third round of the Blood Sail Battle will start within one minute."

A thick voice sounded from the zenith of the training ground.

A giant python made of mercury slowly entrenched in the sky. It had no wings, but could float freely.

"I am Andra, the King of Ten Thousand Silvers, and the loyal subordinate of Lord Matthews." The giant python slowly spoke: "As the referee of this game at the same time."

"Now, allow me to read the rules - well, I'm too lazy to continue to pretend!" The body of the King of Ten Thousand Silver began to change drastically, from a giant python to a flying eagle. His appearance was still like mercury, transparent and beautiful. "The rule is that either one party dies in battle or the other party admits defeat."

"You can do any means, I'm by your side, just want to admit defeat and shout. If someone calls for admit defeat and the other party still wants to chase him, I won't show mercy." Andra continued to change, the eagle's body began to collapse, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a convex and convex image of a woman. She wore a silver miniskirt and laughed: "Actually, I'm looking forward to such a plot..."

Looking at the strange and changeable mentality of the King of Ten Thousand Silvers and his malicious smile, Lance couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

Who knew that at this moment, the King of Ten Thousand Silvers suddenly shouted:

"The battle begins!"

...

"Ti Matthews, your pet's desire to perform seems to be a little overwhelmed." In a mage tower in the floating land, eight third-level wizards gathered together.

Katerina said dissatisfied.

The middle-aged man opposite her looked calm: "Andra likes to show off, but he is still the best referee. As long as it has no impact on the outcome of the game, I will not restrict its behavior."

"Catrina, your apprentice looks very ordinary." A sharp voice sounded, an old woman with her head tilted.

"His fireball is very interesting," Katerina said with a smile: "I have never seen such a big fireball."

"No matter how big the fireball is, it's still a fireball." Howard said coldly: "His opponent will not show mercy. If he refuses to give up, he will be dead."

"Old Howard, you have been very dissatisfied with me since I beat your apprentice last time!"

Katerina's eyes rolled and she suddenly smiled and said:
Chapter completed!