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This humiliation made the middle-aged man angry. His original sneer gradually turned cruel. He gritted his teeth and said, "Very good, you will pay the price for your ignorance!"

"I will pay the price? Well, it seems you really want to fight me!" After the Lord of Plague said this, he became restless and planned to take action directly.

How could Sigma let him do whatever he wanted? He fought desperately to seize control of the body.

The Lord of Plague roared angrily: "Don't stop me!"

However, all this was to no avail.

The middle-aged man looked at Sigma, who was standing still but his body kept twitching, with a disdainful sneer on his face.

"Are you only good at talking? Well, since you don't dare, I'll take you there!" After saying that, the middle-aged man reached out and grabbed Sigma, lifted him up like a chicken, and then dragged him straight into the tavern at the corner.

"Ignorance is a sin! You are provoking me!" The Lord of Plague was still roaring, his voice full of anger and unwillingness.

"Shut the fuck up! Idiot!" Sigma wanted to cry but had no tears. His heart was filled with despair. He kept wondering what sin he had committed to fall into such a terrible situation.

Merlin Tavern was still bustling even after the attack on the Arcane City.

Today is the last day before the settlement of Arena of Valor qualifying matches. This group of card players are like possessed, not afraid of whether the Ancient God Cult and the demons are lurking or not. They all come to the tavern with their decks of cards. People sit together in twos and threes, playing Arena of Valor. There is constant laughter and joy, and the air is filled with the aroma of barbecue and the aroma of beer.

Although there are convenient things like duel disks now, they are only popular among young people. The duel table that Merlin developed at the beginning is more popular among this group of middle-aged people.

Baker Monroe was sitting in the corner, holding a glass of wine in his hand, enjoying the moment of comfort leisurely.

When he saw the man dragging Sigma in, his eyes lit up, and he raised his glass and greeted him from a distance: "Hey! Roth, long time no see, where have you been these days? If you weren't in the tavern, I wouldn't be able to find an opponent who could fight me!"

Ok?

When the Lord of Plague heard what Baker Monroe said, he was stunned.

As a god, he keenly sensed the huge magical fluctuations on Baker Monroe's body, and instantly realized that this person had already stepped into the realm of the seventh-level great wizard, who was a group of powerful people standing at the top of the continent.

The Lord of Plague at his peak would naturally not be afraid of such an existence. With his divine power, killing a seventh-level strongman would be as easy as blowing a breath.

But things are different now. He is now pitifully weak and can only mobilize the magic power in Sigma's body.

Sigma is only a fourth-level intermediate magician. Even if he is controlled by Him, he can only exert the strength of the fifth level at most. Facing the seventh-level Baker Monroe, he has no chance of winning.

But the man in front of him, Roth, whom Baker Monroe called his opponent, had pitifully weak magical powers, only at the level of a magic apprentice.

How could a guy like this possibly be a match for Baker Monroe?

Could it be that this man has hidden his strength?

Do not!

The Lord of Plague denied it frantically in his heart. He was a true god, the great Lord of Plague. Even a demigod would find it difficult to discover His existence without careful perception and judgment.

But now, even though I am so powerful, I can’t even judge the strength of this middle-aged man?

The Lord of Plague couldn't help but panic. If this man was really as powerful as Baker Monroe, then he would not be his opponent at all.

Damn it! I was careless! The Lord of Plague gritted his teeth secretly and couldn't help but sigh.

Sigma was so frightened that his soul left his body. Wasn't the person in front of him the dean of the Beast Taming Academy, Baker Monroe?

How could he be here? Sigma was filled with fear, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The Lord of Plague knew that he might not be able to escape easily today. He secretly felt sorry that the little consciousness he had finally obtained to escape would be destroyed here.

"Come on, use whatever means you have. I'm not afraid of you at all!" The Lord of Plague gritted his teeth and shouted, trying to cover up his inner panic with these bluffing words.

The Plague Lord's sudden shout shocked everyone present and they all looked at him in surprise.

Baker Monroe was stunned at first, then burst into laughter. He picked up a glass of beer, pointed at the Lord of Plague (actually Sigma's body) and said, "Boy, you are pretty good. Although today is a free exchange meeting, you are the first person besides me who dares to challenge Roth! Waiter, give this little brother a plate of barbecue and a big glass of beer. It's my treat!"

After hearing what the Lord of Plague said, Roth snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He waved his hand, and the waiter standing beside him seemed to be familiar with this scene. He walked over skillfully and started the duel table in the middle of the tavern.

The duel table slowly rose up, the surface of the table flashed with mysterious rune light, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble slightly.

Roth took out the card from the deck and inserted it into the deck area with skillful movements. He then stared at the Plague Lord fiercely with a provocative look in his eyes and said, "Good boy, let me see what kind of strength you have!"

The people around instantly became excited and began to cheer.

An unknown young man is actually going to challenge Roth, who has always been in the top ten in the Arena of Valor rankings. This is undoubtedly an extremely interesting contest, and the atmosphere in the tavern is instantly pushed to a climax.

The Lord of Plague looked at the duel table that suddenly rose up and had runes flashing, with a puzzled look on his face, and muttered to himself: "No, what's going on here?"

"It's your turn! Man, I've seen the card box on your waist. It's obvious that you are also a duelist! Burn your dueling spirit, kid!" Roth clenched his fists, his eyes seemed to have a burning flame, and his whole body exuded an exciting aura unique to a duelist.

The Lord of Plague was completely stunned. This was completely different from the fight he had imagined. What the hell was this? What kind of legendary duel? He was filled with questions.

Roth looked at the somewhat dazed Plague Lord and snorted disdainfully, "I actually know everything. You bumped into me just to get my attention, and then to provoke me, and just wanted to duel with me. I have actually encountered this kind of thing many times, and they are all my fans."

"What the hell?" The Lord of Plague continued to look confused and completely puzzled.

"After all, I am one of the top ten players in the qualifying round. Ordinary card masters are not qualified to challenge me!" Roth said proudly.