Even though Wyvern had won five rounds in a row, Gulagas was convinced that Wyvern had relied on his skills and calculations. However, Tina was different. She had relied on her Legendary cards to suppress Wyvern's HP. From a psychological point of view, Gulagas hoped that Wyvern could win, even if he was from another race.
However, no matter how unwilling he was, Gulagas could not help but sigh in his heart. "I'm about to lose."
At the critical moment, the Warlock controlled by Flying Dragon was even faced with a desperate situation where he only had a drop of HP left. He could only rely on an [Old Healing Robot] to recover his HP and barely survive this round.
However, at this point, Wyvern's opponent had already stood his ground. Two Legendary cards, [Tangerine, King of the Black Wings] and [Garen Nefadeus], as well as two other high-cost Followers.
"It's about to end."
Looking at the situation, Caesar paused for a moment before speaking in a voice that everyone could hear. "Elegy has never been a game where one's Legendary cards are stronger than the other's. That was not the case when it was created, and it will not be the case in the future."
As he spoke, he looked at his injured Followers and tossed a Gluttonous Sludge Monster and a Horrifying Slave Master. Then, he cast a spell card, "Blasphemy".
He slowly leaned back and gestured to the judge. "Please make your decision."
Warlock spell [Blasphemy]: Deals 1 damage to all Followers. If a Follower dies, the spell will be cast again.
Follower card [Horrifying Slave Master]: 5 Cost, 3 HP, 3 Attack. Effect: Summons another [Horrifying Slave Master] when the Follower is injured but not dead.
The referee maintained a proper expression and began to perform his duties. But soon his eyes widened and his lips opened. He found that the scene had fallen into a continuous cycle that was difficult to stop. The terrifying slave owners appeared again and again.
"Wanna fight?
Count me in. "" Everyone, come here! "
Sweat dripped down his forehead. Under everyone's gaze, the judge fell into a stiff silence. He realized that he could not do it alone.
Left with no choice, he had to ask for the help of two other judges. Even with the three of them working together, it still took them more than ten minutes to confirm the results.
The result caused a huge uproar in the tavern. Miss Tina's two legendary and two high-cost servants were all killed. Only five terrifying slave masters were left.
Gulagas' eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. "How did you calculate this?"
"Emperor Black Dragon!
This kind of blasphemy isn't even written in the official elegy textbooks … "
"This Flying Dragon is definitely not at the Epic stage. I don't think even the legendary players in the latest tournament can do it." A spectator exclaimed from behind.
"What do you mean?" Caesar asked through the psionic link.
As a forerunner in a different world, he knew very well that Luna's deck could not possibly carry a spell to resolve the situation.
"I …"
Luna began to pull at her hair. If it weren't for her disguise, her little face would have been crumpled into a ball.
In fact, it wasn't that Caesar didn't have similar high-end operations in private games, but Luna couldn't understand it, and Caesar always said strange things like "details, algorithms, defense cards," and so on. It made her think that Caesar was just blindly making up the rules to cheat cards.
But this time was different. The current situation was completely calculated by the judge.
Her impression of the stupid dragon instantly grew. Could it be that it wasn't Caesar who was stupid, but herself?
No, no, no.
Luna shook her head and puffed up her cheeks. "I haven't lost yet."
"Blessed by the Elegy Card God!
My turn, draw a card!
Spell — Spreading Plague! "
Druid's six-cost spell, Spreading Plague: Summon a Level 15 beetle with Taunt.
If your opponent has more minions, cast the spell again.
From the perspective of the spectators, the situation was once again in a stalemate. The number of Stone Beetles on Miss Tina's table was equal to that of the Slave Master.
Of course, this was just a last-ditch effort.
"It's useless."
Caesar used a Wounded Slave Master to launch a suicidal attack on the Stone Beetle. After it entered the graveyard, he tossed out another Blaspheme and turned to the judge. "Please make your decision."
The judge's face darkened.
There was no doubt that the Wyvern was the final victor. Its exquisite technique and meticulous planning won the cheers of the spectators. The entire situation was perfectly preserved.
After leaving the Elegy Tavern, Caesar felt a lot more relaxed. Rest and entertainment were indispensable to life, but after this, he still had to focus on the matters of the Empire.
"It's definitely not an ordinary Wyvern."
Gulagas looked at the empty table. "It's the master of the Elegy Card God. I have to find it."
… …
"The further away they are from Airadia, the more uneasy they feel," Krendo thought as he looked at the sailors whispering among themselves.
The voyage fleet had been at sea for almost half a year. In the beginning, they still had to face the spying of pirates and the attacks of sea monsters. But as time passed, these things gradually disappeared. Even the birds that occasionally flew over their heads disappeared. It was as if all living things had left them. When they looked around, only the boundless sea and the boundless sky surrounded them.
The sailors had half-jokingly said that they were sailing to the end of the world.
Hearing this now, no one would be able to laugh.
The unchanging scenery and the incalculable destination could drive anyone crazy. Even though the fleet was full of trained and selected crew members, mortals could not bear such torture. The crew members gradually became emotionally unstable. Some became timid and weak, and from time to time, they would whisper and pray for the blessings of the Black Dragon Emperor with tears streaming down their faces. Some became irritable and easily angered. They would always fight with their companions with anger on their faces, and they would only calm down after painstakingly comforting them.
Seeing such a scene, Krendo did not interfere too much with the premise of stabilizing their emotions. On such a long voyage, pain was something every sailor had to go through. Back when he was on a merchant ship to Vilost, it was even worse than these people.
Bad news came one after another. The consumption of food and water, as well as the occasional small problems with the ironclad, always tugged at the heartstrings of the sailors, causing them to become even more uneasy.
Recently, they suddenly realized that even the Black Dragon Princess did not fly in the sky. She seemed to be very tired and had become sickly. She hid in the cold and dark bottom of the Empire's Grasp and did not show herself.
According to the news from the corvettes, most of the spellcasters on the voyage were also unwell. Their magic abilities dropped again and again, and in the end, they were not much different from ordinary people.
This caused an even greater panic. People were afraid of being swallowed by the ocean, but Krendo knew very well that they were about to reach Vilost.
Three days later, a group of birds that had never been seen before suddenly flew over the voyage fleet. The signs of life made the sailors even more excited. Soon, they saw many green weeds floating over from the water in front of them. These weeds mostly grew in the cracks of the rocks. Everyone was spreading the news that they were about to reach land. Some of the lookouts mistook the clouds in the sky for land and cheered loudly. When they saw clearly that it was clouds, they were even more disappointed.
Then, they saw an island. According to Krendo's wrinkled nautical chart, they were close to the edge of Vilost!
Some of the sailors suggested that they explore the surrounding islands first, but Krendo rejected it. Their first target was Vilost, and they did not have the time to stop at all the small islands that were as numerous as the stars in the sky.
On the morning of the 275th day of the Airadia Third Era, 1661, the voyage fleet had their backs to the sun as they braved the wind and waves and sailed westward. The Empire's Grasp let out a loud whine, and the black-winged flag at the top flapped in the wind.
After breakfast, Kroendo stayed in the captain's cabin. Just as he was about to write his diary, he suddenly felt a tremor outside. Soon, his second-in-command rushed in and yelled, "Land, land!"
"Captain, although the scouting ship's mana connection with us has been cut off, they fired a signal cannon. Did you hear it?
They've discovered Vilost! "