The news of an Arcane Circle first-year apprentice provoking the necromancy apprentices quickly spread around the town, triggering quite a stir. Many necromancy apprentices were indignant, insisting they would never let off this arrogant apprentice, and quite a few decided to watch the battle live, wanting to see how confident this person really is.
The disadvantages of being in a foreign place were fully reflected, as the victim, Charlie's side lost the support of public opinion, and the situation was quite difficult.
Originally, under everyone's efforts, Charlie's team had a fairly quick and perfect start, but because they were embroiled in a feud with the necromancy apprentices, they fell behind the other students. While the others were adapting to the environment of Twilight Town and smoothly carrying out their team tasks, Charlie's team had to stay in the private room of the tavern, with nowhere to go.
The Blood Raven Tavern can provide basic safety guarantees, so they don't have to worry about retaliation from other necromancy apprentices for the time being, but the atmosphere in the private room is quite gloomy.
"It's all my fault! I shouldn't have cried out! If I had just endured it, maybe nothing would have happened!" Qingtong seemed particularly dejected and apologized to everyone.
Davie shook his head and said, "It's not your fault. If we can't even speak up when being molested, then Twilight Town is too dark! The necromancy apprentices are outrageous to an unknown extent!"
"Yeah! It's not your fault! Davie and I have personally seen that many classmates dare to be angry but not dare to speak up, they are actually our supporters, they just don't want to be dragged in and delay the completion of the task. In my opinion, the management of the Necromancy Division is really poor! Can we report the situation to the academy? See if we can seek help at the strategic level?"
Charlie pondered, "This is my responsibility. There are many ways to deal with molestation, and I chose the most unyielding one, so I was retaliated against by the opponent.
In addition, I also sense a hint of conspiracy, of course this is just an intuition, without evidence.
So, it should be up to me to end it, that's the purpose of my challenging him to a battle. I believe that after this battle, everything will return to calm."
Qingtong suddenly interjected, "Regarding the phenomenon of necromancy apprentices bullying the main campus apprentices, the upper echelons of the academy have already noticed it, but they merely treat it as a test, without considering how to deal with this problem. Unless the upper echelons of the Necromancy Division feel that this environment is not conducive to the growth of necromancers and take some measures, we cannot currently get the support of the academy.
In addition, I asked my senior brother to investigate this Duke, he does not have a particularly deep background in the Necromancy Academy, his teacher is only a senior great mage, still some distance from being a Magus.
Normally, Duke would not have reacted so firmly, because there are also rules in the academy when bullying people, the phenomenon of bullying the weak and fearing the strong is common, so Charlie's concerns are not unfounded."
"Don't think too much, just focus on preparing for the battle!" Charlie smiled, trying to ease the atmosphere, but the others couldn't relax at all.
Duke's challenge came quickly, giving Charlie little time to prepare.
In the evening, Charlie's team appeared as scheduled at the dueling arena in the north of Twilight Town, the Bloody Arena.
Due to the popularity of the match, in half a day, the tickets for the arena were sold out, and many people lingered outside the venue, sincerely hoping to get tickets but to no avail.
At this moment, the seats in the arena were already full, and the sound of commotion could be faintly heard from the arena, the atmosphere was already heated even before the match began.
"Oh, how unfortunate, you just arrived in Twilight Town and got into a conflict with the local thugs. Charlie, you're really a troublemaker, always getting into trouble, it's a pity that Master Nal doesn't have time to help you now!" Prince Weining stood at the gate, holding a glass of red wine in one hand and hugging a pretty girl with the other, greeting Charlie with a smile.
Since the failure to recruit Qingtong into his team, Weining has abandoned the practice of maintaining his composure in front of Qingtong, and judging from his appearance, he is most likely waiting here specifically for Charlie, to watch him make a fool of himself.
"What's it to you?" Qingtong was most disgusted by his gloating.
"As a fellow apprentice from the main campus, I'm just expressing my concern." Weining shook his head and sighed, "Ah! Such a good team, but it's not going well! If you want to blame someone, blame your team leader for only caring about his own glory, without a sense of the big picture, disregarding the team's situation."
"You can only do some petty tricks behind the scenes and mock a few words to my face, coward!" Charlie snorted.
Weining's hand trembled, freezing in place, then his gaze turned into a cold, sharp blade as he smashed the wine glass on the ground.
Following the guide of the arena assistant, Charlie walked towards the underground passage leading to the arena.
"Be careful!" The team members said in unison.
Davie handed him a knight's sword, the spoils from his defeat of Jacob, with no special abilities, just exceptionally sturdy and sharp.
Charlie took the sword, about to turn back, when the hilt was held down by a slender white hand pressed directly on Charlie's hand.
"Charlie, let us witness the true style of the team leader!" The blue eyes flashed with a faint light, resting on Charlie.
Charlie smiled and turned back, facing the long, dark passage, a cold glint in his eyes.
An empty waiting room, a cold steel door, the clamor outside like a tide, the inside silent.
Charlie took out a magic brush and star light ink from his ring, sitting cross-legged, placing the knight's sword on his thighs, taking a deep breath, dipping the brush in ink, hesitating for a moment, then tracing a magical rune in his mind. The brush moved like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, a delicate and dense rune was left on the side of the sword blade, shimmering faintly with starlight.
As the last stroke was completed, the entire rune pattern shimmered and flickered, igniting a faint holy fire that enveloped the sword blade, instantly transforming the knight's sword into the "Holy Flame Longsword" of the Holy Blade Church, radiating the solemn light of divine punishment.
The fourth-tier "Holy Flame" rune is a special rune that Charlie learned from Master Nal before coming to Twilight Town. After a week of intensive study, he has barely grasped it. It draws inspiration from the holy runes of the church, possessing the ability to burn evil spirits.
This small step is "weapon enchantment" - a temporary enchantment, the most superficial level of enchantment craftsmanship, allowing the knight's sword to have extra damage effects against undead creatures within an hour.
Suddenly, a clear bugle call sounded from outside.
With a creaking sound, the iron door in front of Charlie slowly opened, and the frenzied screams frantically pounded on his eardrums, deafening, the madness and hysteria of the audience falling in Charlie's eyes, all mocking.
Charlie gripped the knight's sword with one hand and slowly walked into the arena under the astonished gaze of the crowd. Isn't he a mage? Why is he holding a sword?
The Bloody Arena is oval-shaped, with piles of rocky cover at the symmetrical positions of both sides, which can bring some variables to the battlefield, and tactics often revolve around the terrain.
Charlie's opponent is a magic apprentice wearing a golden badge, who has brought a stitched dog and two white bone skeletons, leaning back on the rocky cover, ready to flash behind the cover at any time to avoid potential magic attacks. Seeing Charlie holding a holy flame longsword, he paused.
The intelligence and the actual situation did not match, his rotting brain was still trying to discern whether this was a plot.
Then the bell of battle rang.
Charlie held the sword with both hands and started running wildly.
Huh! This speed! This frequency! This jumping amplitude!! This "magic apprentice" really has some momentum!!!
By the time the necromancy apprentice reacted, Charlie was less than ten meters away.
The stitched dog emitted a dim bloody glow all over its body, bursting out with agility beyond the ordinary, rushing up, its overlapping fangs suddenly opening wide, spewing out a suffocating stench. Being bitten by it not only causes physical trauma, but also multiple layers of corpse poison corrosion.
The two white bone skeletons, wielding inferior hand axes, blocked in front of the necromancer, hobbling towards Charlie.
Charlie's footsteps crossed, evading the stitched dog from the side, his longsword sweeping forcefully, the blade slicing through the waist of the stitched dog.
Boom! Soundless, yet clearly felt as a tremor.
The wound of the stitched dog was stained with holy flame, burning violently, the corpse oil constantly seeping out from the wound, sizzling on the holy flame, the holy flame even affecting its movements, making its body unable to coordinate its actions. The stitched dog itself has no sense of pain, but under the scorching of the holy flame, it displayed a painful appearance.
The two white bone skeletons, without even raising their hand axes, were cut in half by Charlie at the waist, their bones burning fiercely, in the blink of an eye, losing their mobility.
Holy light and evil are naturally opposed, the effect of the holy flame is so amazing! No wonder holy light scrolls are so popular in Twilight Town!
The necromancy apprentice's withered face revealed a look of terror, hastily reaching into his backpack and taking out a jet-black bottle, throwing it at Charlie, this should be his life-saving item.
Unfortunately, he encountered Charlie.
Charlie flipped his palm, and a water dragon roared towards the bottle, sweeping it aside, his footsteps never stopping, the holy flame longsword drawing an arc of light, piercing into the body of the necromancy apprentice.
The latter suddenly opened his eyes wide, the bulging crystals seemingly about to pop out of his dry eye sockets. He looked down at the huge wound on his chest, unable to believe that he was defeated so decisively, without the slightest ability to fight back, his opponent seemed to be just a simple charge?
The burning pain of the holy flame constantly stimulated his sensitive nerves, causing excruciating pain, while his strength was completely drained, unable to move, the pale eyes revealing deep regret, he shouldn't have been instigated by Duke! He shouldn't have been greedy for that bottle of vengeful essence! He shouldn't have agreed to wade into this muddy water!
He was indeed a mage, with simple but highly effective tactics, and the execution was perfect.
The Bloody Arena fell into a brief stagnation, and the necromancy apprentices in the stands also could not accept such a decisive battle, feeling both disgraced and subconsciously intimidated.