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In any case, with the efforts of Linya and the others, in just three days, the competition for tens of thousands of adventurers was assigned as scheduled, and the countdown to the competition gradually entered.
The only surprise during this period was that Lal and the others finally arrived in Kurast. After hearing the news about the martial arts tournament, they hurried back, taking Aunt Lisa with them.
"This kid actually got seasick, causing us to stay in Kurast for three more days."
When talking about why it took more than two months to get to Kurast, Lal slapped Doug hard on the shaved head and still said indignantly.
During this voyage, they had great luck. Surprisingly, they never encountered a storm. Even Doug, who was as strong as an ox, unexpectedly got seasick.
"Ugh, brother, stop talking, or I'm going to vomit again." Doug, who seemed to have lost a lot of weight, turned green after hearing Lar's words, and looked like he was vomiting. It seemed that It's reached the point where the talk becomes ugly.
The slutty Geoff told us privately that Doug's seasickness was purely accidental and rare among barbarians, and tried to draw a clear line between him and him on the grounds of humiliating barbarians.
On the second day after Lal and the others arrived, the martial arts tournament also officially started. Adventurers swarmed outside the camp early in the morning, and many adventurers were even already camping outside.
For a moment, the camp that was crowded with people yesterday suddenly became empty. Not even a single adventurer could be seen on the entire street, which seemed particularly awkward.
And on a flat grassland ten miles away from the camp. But it gathered nearly 100,000 adventurers. That wave. That momentum. It makes people feel like they are in the scorching Lugaoyin Desert. It was also difficult to breathe.
Or even make a guess. The three Baal brothers suddenly arrived here. Throw an energy bomb down. I am afraid that the entire Dark Continent has the power of adventurers. will be dealt a devastating blow. It will be difficult to recover within a hundred years.
But this is the case. Just think about it. Listen to Akala talk about this competition. The angel tribe sent dozens of angels. There are two second-wing level among them. That is, the angelic management of the four demon kings.
There is even a four-winged angel sitting behind him. It's just that the angel stayed in the dark continent for a long time. Strength will continue to be depleted. The stronger the force, the greater the loss. Therefore, the four-winged man did not appear in front of everyone. He only met Akara once and then hurried back to the "backstage". Perform remote operations.
There is such strength to sit in command. Don't say that the three Barr brothers cannot cross the space barrier and come to the first world. Even then. It's just asking for trouble.
There is mist and dew on the grassland in the early morning. He has long been driven away by the enthusiasm of adventurers. When a ray of sunlight shines over from the horizon. In the eager eyes of tens of thousands of adventurers. Above one is a carved angel praying. Below is a simple huge stone gate carved by the church's enlightenment. Suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The huge stone gate, exuding a simple and sacred atmosphere, appeared out of thin air on the empty grassland. It was a hundred meters high and more than ten meters wide. In the shocked eyes of the adventurers, it made a rumbling sound. The gap slowly opened, and dazzling white light projected from inside, like a second sun.
When the stone door was fully opened, the adventurers were shocked again. What appeared inside the stone door was a vast and boundless grassland. This grassland was divided into pieces in an orderly manner, and a huge stone sculpture ring was erected on each piece. Square and neat, the majestic and majestic sight is simply difficult to describe in words.
Here is the giant magical space arena opened up by the angel clan using space magic.
After being shocked for a while, the adventurers began to file into the venue, and whispers like this could be heard from time to time.
"F***, these guys from the Angel Clan are so rich..." An adventurer was jealous.
"Yes, I heard that they spent ten perfect gems and hundreds of flawless gems to build the magic circle to open up this space battlefield. I don't know whether it is true or not." The adventurer next to him drooled.
"I, why don't I just find an open space and give us those gems as rewards." Another adventurer was indignant and lamented that he had lost his fortune.
"You are wrong to say that. If we don't make a big scene, how can they control us? It's all about face." The adventurer thought more deeply.
"If you can go and rob the Angel Clan, you'll be rich." Obviously, the person who can say such a thing must be a barbarian adventurer.
"I heard that the girls from the Angel Clan are very beautiful, hehe..." A piece of obscene laughter rang out.
Hearing this, I can only sweat. The fearless character of adventurers can be seen from these people. For ordinary people, just hearing the word "angel" will make their legs weak. They were the only ones who dared to think about the Angel Clan's wealth at this time.
"Could this magic space battlefield be demolished by these guys?" I turned back to look at Akara, expressing serious affirmation of the destructive power of these adventurers.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Even if hundreds of pseudo-domain experts fight inside, they can't tear it down. This is a magic space array built according to domain-level strength, hehehe~~~"
A few of us stood high on the grassland, watching the adventurers below filing into the gate, and then the leader, Akara, who was leaning on a cane, responded with a smile.
On both sides of us are the alliance elder Kane, the old drunkard, the elf clan elder Leighton, the dwarf clan's "former" dwarf king Muradin, the fox clan's little fox Lucia, and the werewolf clan's smirking prince Ke Reese, in addition, there are representatives of the barbarians and Amazons. I didn’t remember them. Anyway, Akala is dealing with them.
It can be said that the senior officials of all races on the road have gathered here. Looking at the gorgeous opening ceremony prepared by the Angel Clan for us, the many old and young foxes present may have their own plans in mind regarding the strong strength shown by the Angel Clan.
Sure enough, I am the only one with the purest thoughts here.
"Great Elder Akara, should we go in and take a look too?"
Lucia, this stunning little fox, began to wagging her tail restlessly and suggested. As a representative of the fox tribe, she still tried her best to put on a serious face, and she really concealed a bit of flattery. And showed the noble and elegant temperament of Princess Tianhu.
However, that big brown tail that always sways restlessly betrays her restless personality. Look at the Smiling Prince, who also has a tail. His tail is so peaceful and drooping. Keep it up.
"It seems that Her Royal Highness Lucia can't wait any longer. Okay, let's go in and have a look together."
Akara smiled and nodded to the other clan representatives. After receiving everyone's smiles and approval, he followed the old drunkard's lead and headed towards the gate in a mighty manner.
"You bad guy, don't you take your time and worry about the game?"
I curiously looked at the angel door in front of me, and a charming voice came from the side. When I turned around, I saw that it was a little fox. I didn’t know when it was a few steps behind everyone. It was holding its little hands behind its back, wagging its soft tail, and pretending to be serious with me. Talking.
"What are you afraid of?
Are there still a few days until the Harrogath-level competition? That's when our seeded players will appear. "
I smiled easily and responded with a natural expression. The first day of the competition started with the camp-level adventurer competition. This was also to take care of these novices.
Otherwise, if you put the camp-level adventurer game and the Harrogas-level game together, who else would watch the camp-level adventurer game? I'm afraid that even the contestants themselves will be absent-minded and want to take a peek at the competition of Harrogas-level powerhouses so as to gain some insights.
Therefore, this space is divided into so many arenas, which is why the competition between camp-level adventurers is not very dynamic. The arena is one thousand square meters, which is enough for them to toss around.
As we go to the back, these arenas will gradually merge. By the time of the final Harrogas level sixteen competition, they will be merged into a giant arena of more than 100,000 square meters, allowing all adventurers to have a glimpse of the sixteen arenas. The demeanor of the last strong man.
"Hmph, you are so ignorant that you don't shed tears when you see your talent." The little fox sneered at my statement, snorted a few times, and couldn't help but put his little head forward and continued.
"Do you know how many strong men there are in this session? The great elders of those clans are all worried about the seed players in their clans, fearing that they will not be able to win a single game."
"I won't boast that much."
I thought about it, and then I felt that what the little fox said made sense. The seed players represent the top 16 players. Are those who can enter the top 16 weak players?
There are several strong ones that I know now. Sister Sharna is the first choice, and there is also the Paladin Carlos. I don't want that guy to lose in the middle, and it's unlikely.
There is also the murderer of the sister tribe, the mysterious mage, who is also a pseudo-domain level master. I know that there are these three strong men who are definitely qualified to compete for the top sixteen, plus other hidden secrets. Guys, seed players of all races, tsk tsk, the future is really worrying.
Seeing me looking thoughtful, the little fox also leaned forward with his curvy front half. In front of me, the smile in the corners of his eyes naturally exuded a seductive look, making the passing adventurers look at him with side eyes.
"How's it going? You know how powerful you are. Let's see if you dare to be proud of it. You said it yourself, in terms of strength, you can only be considered among the top ten in the first world."
"I know, thank you for worrying about this little fox, but shouldn't you remind the seed players of your own clan to be more practical?"
Seeing the little fox leaning over and looking at me, with concern in her eyes, I couldn't help but smile, and reached out to rub her fox ears gently.
"I...I'm not worried about you, I just can't see you being so complacent, as if you can definitely win." The little fox swished my hand away, retracted his body, folded his arms and turned his head heavily. Go ahead and hum.
"Yes, yes, how could the incomparably noble His Highness Tianhu do such a laborious thing of alerting the enemy?
"Seeing that this little fox was becoming arrogant again, I could only keep nodding in agreement, keeping this small sentiment in my heart.
Thanks to the reminder from the little fox, because of the special weapons of Vilas and the others, and the return of Lal, I had almost forgotten about it. I finally thought about it again with the old drunkard about asking about the mysterious mage. Let’s see. There was an old drunkard walking at the front with a careless look on his face. I secretly made up my mind to catch up and find out what happened later.
"By the way, where are your wives? Why didn't you come with them..."
"Today is the first day. The elders of all races are visiting together. They don't want to attract attention, so they didn't come. The camp-level competition is not interesting. Speaking of which, what about White Wolf and the others..."
"The reason is the same as yours..."
While the little fox and I were secretly saying this behind the scenes, the elder team had already entered the competition venue. At this time, many people had gathered around each arena.
Although it was only a camp-level competition, only first- and second-level skills were used, and the combat skills were beyond the discernment of those advanced adventurers, but everyone had a fresh idea and watched it with great interest.
Those adventurers who were impatient and really couldn't stand it were jumping up and down on the playing field like monkeys. They probably wanted to test how vast this space was. There were also some boring ones among the adventurers.
The game still adopts the half-health system that is common in arena games. The first person whose health points are reduced to half will lose. After slowly walking around with these old guys, the old drunkard walking at the front, and me and I walking at the back The little foxes all began to yawn, their eyes rolled, looking for opportunities to escape.
"By the way, where are the angels? Where are those angels? Why don't I see any of them?" I asked suddenly.
"Today is the first day. They are inspecting and monitoring various magic circles. Why, Wu, are you very interested in them?" Akara turned back and glanced at me.
"Absolutely. I haven't seen angels yet. I always want to see what they look like." I scratched my head and smiled honestly.
"Don't worry, they will appear in a few days. And when the game is over and the champion appears, the four-winged angel may also appear. You have to watch carefully then."
Akala suddenly broke the news. Not only me, but also other elders around me were shocked. The four-winged angel, that is a first-level existence of the great demon Baal.
"By the way, where did that guy Farah go?" I continued to ask from behind as I had nothing to do.
This time, Akara didn't answer me immediately, looking mysterious with a smile but not a word. Kane fell a few steps behind and began to explain to me.
"Ahem, that old guy secretly went to study the space magic array."
So it was like this. It suddenly dawned on me that I should have thought that this giant space arena set up by the Angel Clan would be a good thing for the old miser who was at a bottleneck in researching space magic.
"Why didn't he study a few days ago?" I suddenly remembered that old man, who seemed to be leisurely a few days ago, fighting to the death with Muradin.
"Isn't it because he can't lose face? Even though that old man is so shameless, he always wants to save face where he shouldn't. It wasn't until the angel clan opened up the space that he dared to blatantly come in and observe."
Kane sneered at the old man Farana's sudden "reticence", his tone filled with contempt.
"Okay, I know you young people are probably impatient to follow us old guys. If you want to go shopping, just go ahead."
At this time, Akara's voice came from ahead.
I was so serious that I left the group of elders with a bang. The little fox showed some coyness for a while, and then followed. What surprised me was that the old drunkard also had no shame. He ran away in a flash.
It seems that Akara is talking about "young people". Which hair of hers is related to the word "young"?
But just in time, I chased after the old drunkard, followed by a little fox.
"Hey, there's the 'young' Lord Kasha in front of you." I said hello full of teasing meaning.
"It's you, kid. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have a fart, hurry up. Master Kasha, I'm busy.
The old drunkard's face had indeed been soaked in for many years. Even if he was ridiculed like this, he couldn't breathe, but instead felt like hitting the snake with a stick.
"I want to ask about that mage, don't tell me you don't know him."
"Well..."
The old drunkard's playful face suddenly became hesitant, as if he was considering whether to say something, and then he glanced at the little fox following behind me.
The little fox was a thief elf. When he saw Kasha's eyes falling on him, he was obviously considering his identity and immediately said: "Now I represent a member of the alliance adventurers."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Anyway, it won't be a secret by then. It doesn't hurt to tell you in advance. Speaking of which, this can be regarded as a bitter humiliation within the alliance."
The three of them found a deserted corner. Xia sighed and began to recall the past.
"Boy, you know Si and his relationship with me."
"Of course, he is the main target this time, how could he forget?" I grinned, my eyes filled with fighting intent.
"It seems that guy is your student. Speaking of you, you are really a bastard. Your own student actually went to become the leader of the Fallen Alliance, which is opposed to the alliance. Didn't Akara teach you a lesson?"
"Hey, what about the leader of the Fallen Alliance? Anyway, as long as he didn't do anything bad, Akara can't teach him a lesson even if he wants to." Kasha chuckled.
"Asshole, you said you didn't do anything bad, but I was almost killed by him. This is the crime of murdering an elder." I suddenly roared with dissatisfaction. If I was killed for no reason at that time, I would be in a bad mood! point! unhappy.
The little fox listened inexplicably, and at the same time he was very shocked. What is this? Elder Rogge's student turned out to be the leader of the Fallen Alliance, and almost killed the bad guy? An adventurer named Carlos?
"Aren't you just standing here? If he had wanted to kill you, you would have been dead long ago." The old drunkard smiled coquettishly and avoided my eyes.
"Okay, let's put aside the matter about Carlos. I will settle the score with him personally during the martial arts competition. What about the mage? Isn't it also related to Carlos?"
"Look what you said, haha - ah hahaha -" the old drunkard laughed even more guiltily. It took a while before he seemed to muster up the courage and stammered.
"Well, actually, that mage is also one of the three heads of the Fallen Alliance, and he is the strongest one among them."
With a "bump", I fell to the ground: "You bastard!! It's just Carlos. After all, he is your student and will bring some face to the alliance. Where is the mage? Doesn't he have anything to do with the alliance? ?”
I stared at the old drunkard with murderous eyes, and my mind was in chaos. Oh my God, two of the three leaders of the Fallen Alliance have come to participate in the martial arts competition. Is this world about to end?
"He has nothing to do with me at all. He was taught by that bastard Farah." Kasha quickly denied it.
"..."
The scene fell into silence for a long time...
"Aha? You mean, of the three leaders of the Fallen Alliance, one of them, Carlos, is your student, and the other one, the mage, is Farah's student?"
I stammered and gestured with my fingers, not knowing which direction to gesture.
"That's it, hahahahahahaha-" Kasha touched the back of his head and laughed loudly.
"Haha, you are a dead man!" I yelled at the knife in front of me! !
"Wait, there's no point in killing me now. Don't you want to know about that mage?" Kasha held the big knife in front of him with his hands and feet, showing a flattering look.
"Well, tell me, what happened to that good disciple of Farah? I don't care what his identity is, I just want to know what is his relationship with Sister Sharna, and why he killed his sister's tribe members ?”
Seeing that the old drunkard could still be used, I suppressed my thoughts of doing something for heaven for the time being and asked coldly.
"Well, they do have some relationship, but I don't have the authority to tell you. If you want to know, just ask the mage yourself."
The old drunkard took a sip of wine and licked his mouth.
"However, I can tell you that he has absolutely no intention of hurting that smelly girl, or even... in short, as long as you understand that he will not hurt that smelly girl, that's fine."
"Is that so? However, the act of killing my sister's tribe is also called 'no harm'?" I questioned the old drunkard's explanation.
"That's also...how should I put it, the grudges of the previous generation." Kasha smiled bitterly and shook his head, not knowing how to answer.
Although this old drunkard has a vicious mouth, he cares about Sister Sharna as much as I do. I will trust her for a while this time.
I thought for a moment, sighed, and saw that I couldn't get anything more useful out of the old drunkard's mouth. If I wanted to find out the truth, it seemed I had to go find the mage.
"Brat, wait, I still have something to say."
Just when I wanted to turn around and leave, the old drunkard sitting on the ground suddenly stopped me and looked at me hesitantly.
"The three leaders of the Fallen Alliance, Carlos, and the mage, uh... I can't tell you their names yet, you already know them, and the last one..."
"How about the last one? You don't mean to say that he is also here to participate in the competition." I immediately rolled my eyes.
"Um, ah ha ha ha -" the old drunkard was silent.
"..."
Yes, all the enemy leaders have come to join in the fun.
"And..." the old drunkard continued to stutter.
"He is also my student, the barbarian Seatik..."
"..."
Very good, among the three giants of the Fallen Alliance, one is a student of Farah and the other two are students of an old drunkard. We elders have made an appearance.
"Don't worry, you also know that not all the Fallen are bad people. There are various reasons why they join the Fallen Alliance. I can guarantee that none of the three of them are bad people..."
As he said this, the old drunkard's expression gradually became serious.
"What I want to tell you is, brat, don't think that you can rest easy once you understand the pseudo-realm. These three people are all masters of the pseudo-realm, and you still have a lot of fighting to do.
"
"I know, let me step on them one by one." I stopped without looking back, and left with the little fox who still looked numb. I felt very domineering now.
"Are you going to step on that stinky girl too?" From far away, the old drunkard's teasing voice came, which made me tremble and stagger a few times...
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