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"Hey. This Hamas guy. Is he dead?"
Those unscrupulous teammates of the Paladins. He poked the charred patch on the ground with his weapon. Confirm its likelihood of survival.
"I think it's hopeless." Another teammate mused. His expression was solemn. Then make a conclusion.
"Bury it."
"Yes. Bury it. By the way. Take back the shield and halberd in the arena. Take off the armor and equipment on your body. Alas. This guy is so serious. He didn't take out those good things in the inventory before he died. Come out. It seriously harms the interests of our team."
A third teammate shrugged |. He sighed helplessly.
Sudden. The "black" on the ground stood up straight like a corpse. He grabbed the third teammate by the neck and said, "You guys are heartless bastards. I'll strangle you to death. I'll strangle you to death..."
Really. This team of adventurers. Could it be that it was really taught by Omas? We watched on the sidelines and secretly wiped our sweat.
Just as the three of us were leaving with our equipment. Harrogath's adventuring party. My sister's men defeated the Paladin Hamas. Ended their fight. Then come up. He bowed slightly.
No matter how you look at it. These paladin rituals are very standard. It fully demonstrates the rigor of the Paladin. Modest style. It can simply be used as a model for Paladin students to observe. certainly. If Hamas can wipe his dark face clean. It's even more perfect.
"I lost. I will take it seriously. Your strength is too strong."
"Look. The Hamas| boy failed to show his strength. He plans to start changing his role type. Let others think that he can pick up the game." The teammates behind him whispered. Said in a voice that we just heard.
Hamas blushed. Fortunately, his face was already blackened by the explosion. You can't even see it. I secretly decided that I would have real sex with these bastards when I went back. However, he continued his modest and gentlemanly style.
"I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to the bar to chat and discuss combat skills together. I believe that with your strength, I will definitely benefit you a lot."
So mediocre. So cliche. Very vulgar pick-up style. When I looked at Hamas, my eyes suddenly became strange. Even when I was complaining, I forgot that this guy must be the main character from a Bad Rider novel, right? therefore. Regarding his behavior of chatting up Sister Sharna. I didn't feel any irritation. On the contrary, there is even a sense of pity. Think about it if a big bear in a tuxedo approached your girlfriend. You may also feel that you are more mischievous than angry.
"I'm not used to talking to weak people."
My sister just glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. As if to ward off flies, he turned back and continued talking to me.
So hurtful. It's really hurtful. I'm afraid it's just a crazy person like me. Hearing it will be like the thunder bombardment of the City of God's Punishment. Charred inside and tender outside. Thinking that my sister also has an unexpected venomous side.
really. Take a look at that paladin. He kept a modest smile. His body stiffened as if he had been struck by a hundred thousand volts.
never mind. It's better not to embarrass this poor guy. I was about to take my sister and leave. I didn't expect trouble but I found it myself.
"Wait a minute. If that's the case. Then... | How can this brat be by your side?"
Hamas lowered its head. His body trembled slightly. This was the first time in his life that he fell in love at first sight. The most precious relationship suffered a serious blow unexpectedly. Why. How could that cloaked man win Sharna's favor? In what way am I inferior to him.
then. Hamas cast its angry eyes on me: "I, Hamas, are not qualified. Then this guy wearing a cloak with no taste at all. Why is he qualified?"
"No... tasteless?"
I froze. It took me a while to figure out what exactly Hamas meant. Veins began to appear on his forehead.
. This bastard. I actually said the last thing I should have said, and I got really angry for the first time. This style of cloak. I wore it for six years. Already have feelings. No one has ever said anything else about it in six years. It was also the most popular style among adventurers at that time. To be called tasteless?
"That's right. You have no taste at all. You have no taste at all. If you have the ability, fight with me, Hamas. Let's see what qualifications you have."
Tasteless... tasteless...
Three words kept echoing in my mind. I felt as if my heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows. Holding his chest. Clenching his fists with bulging veins. Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath. Wu Fan. You can't do this. A dignified elder of the alliance. How can one be aroused by a big bear?
"Really? Hum. I'm not sorry...the corners of my mouth raised slightly. I showed an ambiguous smile. I held Sister Sharna's warm little hand and glanced at Hamas.
"I'm not used to fighting weaklings. And..."
Take a few steps. I looked back again and rubbed salt into my own wound. Hamas stood stunned and glanced at him. Speak softly again. Then he took his sister Shi Shiran and left.
"You have just lost the qualification to fight with me."
"Damn it. This kid..."
Until the other person's figure leaves. Our lovelorn paladin Hamas. Only then did he recover from the huge blow. The black face (who was originally black) roared. He was about to catch up and fight with the opponent. Unexpectedly, his shoulder was grabbed by his companion.
"You bastard. Don't stop me. I must teach that arrogant boy a lesson today. Let him know why Roger's son is so red!!"
Anger at Hamas. His fellow assassin just responded with a slight smile: "Hamas. Big bear Hamas. What he just said is right. Now you. Have lost the qualification to fight with him."
"What? What do you mean? What is that kid capable of? Our great Big Bear Adventure Team. The elite adventurer team of Harrogath. Are you not even qualified to fight with him?"
Hamas turned around. With his big, bear-like hands. He grabbed the assassin's poor slender shoulders and shook them hard.
"It's a ferocious bear. Not a big bear. Don't use your nickname to replace the name of the adventure team without permission, you bastard!!"
Even under severe shaking. The assassin still has a long breath. Speak clearly. Apparently they are used to Hamas's aggressive tactics.
"Besides, I really don't know what kind of competition you are participating in. Haven't you even inquired about the most noteworthy opponents in this tournament?"
"How many opponents are worth paying attention to?" Hamas stopped gesturing with a puzzled expression on his face.
"really……"
His three teammates looked at each other. He shrugged helplessly. This big bear. It’s not unfair to lose.
"Then listen carefully.
The adventurer you choose. You call me a druid with no taste. Just compete for the seed selection of our league. Druid Wu Fan can directly advance to the top 16. Here you are, the loser who was eliminated in the first round. You should know why he said that you have lost the qualification to fight him, right? "
Hamas opened its mouth. It didn't close for a long time. Then he smacked his lips like a crab and uttered: "Is he really that awesome?"
His three teammates nodded in unison: "Wu Fan, the lone druid. The youngest elder camp in the alliance pacified the monster attack on the village. Defeated Belial since then. Killed dozens of fallen people in Lu Gaoyin. In Kuras He specially organized a rescue operation for the elves. He shined in the hunting activities of the Demon Fortress. He killed elite monsters with one punch. He was also said to be very active in the Harrogath orc tribe. He was even awarded the title of Sky Fox Warrior and Wolf God Warrior. title."
The assassin patted his shoulder and looked at his partner with a lucky look: "You're lucky. If there had been a fight just now, you might have lost even more miserably."
If it's in the campground. Lu Gaoyin. Kurast and Demon Fortress are active. That's nothing. After all, Hamas is an elite risk-taker of the Harrogas level. But the identity of the "lone ranger". What does the Sky Fox Warrior Wolf God Warrior represent? He is an adventurer who has been hanging out in Haloga for several years. It couldn't be clearer.
"Tch. Maybe it's not just him. That guy. He looks like a brat no matter what." Although he was shocked in his heart. But Haas still argued stubbornly.
"Do you think Elder Akara would let an embroidered pillow be used as a seed player? Would it be a disgrace to the alliance?"
The assassin rolled his eyes. After Hamas has spoken, he does not need to believe what his companions say. Think they are exaggerating. But the alliance’s great elder Akara. As the most noble leader of mankind in the first world. But he had no reason not to believe her eyes.
"Come on, brother, tell me who are the strong players in this competition.
"
He wiped his dark face. Hamas finally gave up its attempt to bring trouble upon itself. A thick armored arm rested on the assassin's shoulder. Let the assassin | Yilie. I suffered a dark loss. "Forget it. You are a defeated general. You stopped asking earlier. Now you have lost the game. There is no use asking." The assassin forcefully pulled his hand away. Showing a scornful expression.
"Don't say that. I can cheer for that pretty opponent." Hamas said with a smile. Then his eyes rolled.
"Why don't you find a quiet place at night and give that kid a sap. I don't believe in a sneak attack. He can still beat the four of us..."
"Are you really a Paladin?" The other three people looked at Hamas with a malicious smile. Suddenly I didn't know what to say. Shame on the Paladin.
"-..."
I rubbed my nose. Showing confusion. It seems like someone is speaking ill of us behind our backs. never mind. Anyway, I'm used to it. My sister and I were wandering around the arena. From time to time, I come over to take a look. A few comments. First round. Except for Sister Sharna. There doesn't seem to be any strong players. So the battle was particularly exciting. And Sister Sharna’s stage ended early. It is extremely abrupt.
That's okay. At the level of a Harrogath level adventurer. Each of them has decades of combat experience. The technique is naturally very slippery. Patience is even more abundant. Although it is a half-blood system. But the two sides come and go. Warm up first. Test your strength again. Then the official confrontation began. During this period, it is divided into causes, development and ending. If both sides are evenly matched. One fight down. It wouldn't be surprising if it took several hours.
Especially when there are assassins on both sides. It's often a stealthy battle for several hours. Then it reaches the top in an instant. Decide the winner. The adventurer who was yawning at the side was at a loss. There was no reaction for a while - why was he still hiding his head and tail just now? It seemed like there wasn't a day that went by without a winner. Will the game end next moment?
After walking a few laps. We felt uninterested. First round. It should last for a while, based on the old drunkard's "exclusive love". The second round is the match between Carlos and that barbarian Seattle Lake. I'm very interested in both of them. I want to see how strong their strength is.
. their opponents. They definitely don't have the resources - they try their best. Just like Sister Sharna, she dropped Hamas without even thinking about it.
But even if their opponents are weak. There is always a glimmer of information that can be glimpsed. That's enough for me. Just feel at ease in everything.
so. I can only continue to stay.
Surprisingly, it took a few turns. I actually found three familiar figures.
"Yo. Lardoggev. This way. This way." I waved to them quickly.
The three guys were wandering around boredly. I also bought a lot of snacks from somewhere. Eat while walking. A swagger in his steps. Talking nonsense. I didn't expect that the surprised looks of the adventurers around him looked like the "Four Great Talents of the South of the Yangtze River".
Oops. Is it better to pretend not to know them?
The words have been spoken. Regret too late. Three cheeky guys. He immediately set his sights on me. Then it fell to Sister Sharna on the side. The words on his lips stopped. I don’t know if I should step forward.
For this they walked inside. The queen is always in the limelight, no matter how shameless they are. There is also awe in my heart. After all, I can enjoy my sister's tenderness. It's just me.
"Brother, please come over. I haven't been to the training ground for a long time. I just wanted to practice my skills."
My sister is cold and arrogant. But it’s not that he doesn’t understand the truth. Look at the hesitant expressions on Lal and the others. He also knew that it was because he said it indifferently because of his own existence. He turned around and strode away.
. My sister is still acting in such a fickle manner.
"Although this stinky girl has a tough mouth, she also knows in her heart that there are many strong enemies in this competition. She doesn't dare to relax even a little bit."
Look, Sharna is going to the training ground. That old drunkard guy. Cross your arms. He said it in a tone that he thought he knew the other person well. It's really upsetting. But I couldn't deny what she said.
"Okay. I'm also going to see if those two idiots are here."
Stretching under my contemptuous gaze. The old drunkard just turned towards me without looking back. He also strode away. That cheerful and quick attitude and back view. She is exactly the same as her sister. I have long said that my sister was led astray by this guy. It is no longer possible to correct it.
"Wu. You are the only one in the world who can make our Rogge... no. It's Queen Lugaoin who can smile." Lal stepped forward. &qu;Yue Cheng gave me a thumbs up in conviction.
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Woolen cloth. Didn't follow you. "
, look left and right. My baby Sarah was nowhere to be seen. Too. He must be following these three guys. It must be very embarrassing.
"My baby girl!! She would rather stay at home and learn needlework with Lisa than watch the game with our kind father. I think she was very clingy to me back then. For example, when she was four years old Year……"
Speaking of Sarah. Lal's mass-produced cannon fodder-like tragic face with the Chinese character "Paladin" suddenly became full of guilt. Four girls inside. Weiss didn't like fighting and killing. than fighting the enemy. She would rather fight those cockroaches, mice, spiders, clothes stains, ground dust, vegetable patch pests at home, even the vegetable seller at the vegetable market or the old man measuring cloth in the tailor shop. So I didn't force her to come with me.
Little Sarah. Although he looks gentle and quiet. Sunny angel. But deep down, he is more keen on fighting. Logically speaking, I should come back this time. But it was a difficult trip for Aunt Lisa to come back. Between watching the game and accompanying my mother. The cute little Sarah naturally chose Aunt Lisa.
Uh...you mean Lal? By the way, does Aunt Lisa have this person in her family? Does Sarah have a father? Why don't I remember it?
As for the little ghost. This little lazy pig doesn't mind getting there. Just stick it to the back of my ass. No. I was greedy and ate a whole diamond this morning. Probably due to insufficient digestion. She was fast asleep in her necklace. If you are careful, you can even hear the little lazy pig's "sleep" from time to time. rolling around. Also drools. The difference in sleeping phase is rare in the world.
So when I sleep with her. I came here to hold her tightly and half-press her... ahem. Do not misunderstand. My motives for saying this are very pure.
The last one is what the third princess used to describe her in a more thoughtful and profound way. That's a girl like Dandelion. Wherever it floats, it takes root. Take things as they come.
If I bring it. She would follow without saying a word. Walk quietly behind. There was no joy, anger or joy on her face. I would have called her. She would start early in the morning. Sit on the hall chair. Make a full pot of tea. One by one, I drank and watched the morning sun rise. Rise high into the sky. Then gradually fell.
So when I get home in the evening, I will find that she has nothing but that ugly face. From the east to the west direction. And probably changed a few pots of tea. The posture was exactly the same as what I saw when I left in the morning. It didn't move at all! !
besides. On a whim. Occasionally, it's like a god disappearing. Without anyone noticing, he went out alone to investigate the ecological, geographical and humanistic environment of Rogge Camp. Then at dusk. There are often well-meaning Rogue soldier brothers. Let me go to the prison to collect people.
Actually what I want to say is. Even if this little one is following me. I'm afraid I don't think about what she is doing there right now. It's hard to feel her presence. Can't blame me. Who makes her sense of existence so thin...
At this time, bragging is king. Started talking nonsense. The content is of course the Barbarian game among the ten games in the first round.
Poor Lal. He was originally going to watch the game of his old team, the Paladins. Unexpectedly, both brothers were barbarians. He was outnumbered. As a result, the two of them dragged them to the barbarian ring.
In fact, if he is going. That would be even more tragic. Because he wanted to see the arena where the Paladins battled. Didn't it happen to be the match between Hamas and Sister Shar just now?
When I saw Doug foaming at the mouth and saying that the barbarians were victorious. Even more dancing. Overjoyed. It was as if he had won the battle. Lal had an old face. Staring at Doug.
He just learned about the Paladin's battle stage. -|-The Knights lost. The only reason I feel good about myself is that I don't cheer up my partners. Without the encouragement from his supporter who was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The Paladin will lose. Therefore, he felt at ease and cast his resentment on the two barbarian brothers.
Ge was still chirping like a child. La La suddenly felt angry in his heart. Evil comes from courage. He had a wrinkled black face. Suddenly it was like an old witch casting a spell. In a low and sinister tone. The inhumane curse began to be implemented.
"The sea is rocking in a boat... it is rocking... it is rocking... it is rocking..."
Don't even say it. More effective than a curse. I listened in confusion. The tone of his voice was weird and creepy. Doug on the side stopped spitting. His face was sweating. It seemed like he was holding back something. Then from the neck. An oily color began to spread gradually. Soon. Doug's entire head of light turned green. There was a feeling in the throat. The pace also began to wobble. It's like standing on a rocking ship.
"Lal... vomit... the whole... vomit... bastard... vomit!!"
A big grin. Doug was just about to yell. I couldn't help but spit it out. Vomited. Dark and dark.
"Hahaha——" I laughed loudly.
When having fun. The first round of ten games also ended. The second round is the match between Carlos and Seattle. Damn it. Which one should I go to see better? These old drunkards. He even boasts of being the mastermind behind it. Wouldn't it separate these two guys' games?
I looked around. Looking for these two people. Finally, the old drunkard was spotted not far away. She's here. Her precious student was definitely not left behind either. And this time. The game also officially started.
"Yo. Old drunkard. Where is your precious student? How is the battle going?" Far away. I pushed through the crowd. Walked towards Kasha's position. At this moment. The voice of the Angels referee announcing the start of the game was just remembered.
"Level 61 werewolf warrior Rezas. vs. level 64 barbarian Seitak. The game begins!!"
"Here. Didn't you hear? You're in the ring. The game has already started."
at this time. The loud exclamations of adventurers suddenly came to mind. I felt a knife-like air flow blowing across my face. The entire arena seemed to be filled with a storm of blade airflow. The air expands and bursts when breathed. Then it suddenly became quiet again. I slowly turned around. All I saw was the arena. An adventurer dressed as a druid. He fell into a pool of blood with blood spurting all over his body. And beside him. A whole body of gold. A barbarian who emits dazzling golden light like a god of war. In each hand is a two-meter-long golden sword. Steaming blood is slowly flowing on the sword blade...
Instant kill!
