Hello. I said this would not give face to the werewolves. After all, my god-sister Lena is also a member of the werewolf tribe.
A barbarian in golden armor. The golden light reflected the excited and bloodthirsty expression on his face. It looks extremely ferocious. Gently wiped the blood on the sword. There seems to be some enjoyment. There is also the regret of not being able to enjoy it to the fullest.
It's exactly what the old drunkard said. This guy is a fighting maniac. Fortunately, the werewolf warrior just fainted. There was no murder.
"Victor. Seattlek the Barbarian."
In a quiet atmosphere where the surrounding adventurers gasped. The Angel Judge's announcement was particularly loud. At this moment. The man in danger seemed to have just woken up. They all whispered to each other. Some Harrogath adventurers who know Seattlek's name. There was even more vigilance in his eyes.
The two golden giant swords in his hands flickered. Lost in the hands of this crazy savage. He jumped down from the stage heavily. A body wearing heavy golden armor. Landed like a tank. Caused bursts of wailing. Then he strode over to us.
A huge one. A fierce beast-like momentum came. Let the adventurers along the way give way to a wide path. It seemed as if he had been lightly rubbed by this armed savage. Also seriously injured.
He came to my ghost. Take off the golden savage-specific fang helmet on your head. Revealing a big face covered with tattoos. From forehead to cheek. There is a deep scar. There is a small braid hanging on the back of the head. Almost the same look as all barbarians.
The most conspicuous. Probably because of his unruly eyes. Like a beast, although Sister Shana’s eyes are. is also like this. But if you want to describe it. My sister's eyes are more like a cheetah's, full of wild aggression. Bloodthirsty yet calm. Elegant | Proud.
And Seattle grams. It was like an out-and-out mad tiger going crazy. A cruel tiger that seems capable of ruthlessly killing even its own relatives.
but. This brutal tiger. Before and after coming to the old drunkard. His face also softened.
"Teacher Ka!!"
Big guy Seattle K. Grinning, he gave Xia a big warm hug without hesitation. The strength of more than sixty levels of savagery is no joke, even if Kasha is more than ten levels higher than him. It also hurts a lot and makes me grit my teeth.
"You are so awesome. Why haven't you made any progress?"
Kasha raised his hand and barely touched Seattle's tall shoulder. Took a few shots. There was a joy in seeing each other again after a long separation on his face. Take out the wine bottle. He took a big sip.
"Who said that? Teacher Kasha. My drinking capacity has increased greatly over the years."
Seattleke wiped his nose and took out a bottle that was exactly the same as the old drunkard's. But the giant wine jug, which was several times bigger, also took several sips. Then two masters and apprentices. In unison, he pulled the wine bottle out of his mouth. He blew out a breath of white mist and alcohol. The shoulder-to-shoulder Haha laughed wantonly.
What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice. Sure enough. Just a little weird. Why is Sister Shana's drinking capacity so low? Could it be that he was under the cruel teachings of this old ghost in his childhood? What kind of psychological shadow does alcohol have?
I can even imagine such a situation in my mind, the cute teenage sister Sharna. He was caught laughing by the evil old drunkard. The wine bottle gurgled into her pink little mouth. I couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on my forehead.
At this moment. Seattlek suddenly focused his attention on me. That ferocious gaze that was as real as a beast. Scanning my body up and down. Timid. I'm afraid I'll be looked at by him like this. Will faint alive. Had nightmares for months.
"This brat is half your junior brother. He is even more unfilial than a brat like you. You must take good care of him. Hahahaha" This old drunkard guy. He obviously drank too much. My tongue is curled up when I speak.
Go! Go! Go. Who is half your student? Half a sandbag is more than enough. You bastard is obviously just looking for someone to fight with.
Seattle's copper-bell-sized bull's-eyes stared at me fiercely. Then the voice became louder. Big hands kept patting my shoulders. "Dong dong dong" I remembered with a heavy voice. My feet gradually sank into the soft grass and mud.
Me. After that, I got acquainted with the barbarians even after being beaten to death.
"That's right. That's right. He's his opponent. As expected, he didn't disgrace Master Kasha."
Finished. The look on his face was suddenly full of bloody fighting spirit. That ferocious expression. Give me an illusion. He seemed to be in the next moment. He will immediately draw out the giant sword. It's like slashing at me. The tall figure exuded fierce momentum. A small mountain shrouded me in the attack range.
"I can't wait to fight you!!!"
I was not frightened by Sijak's futile changes. On the contrary, I was very moved. Master. I have met a comrade. Those little fox guys. Everyone said that I don’t have the temperament of a master. Not even a child can be scared. That's because they are blind. Look at Seattleke dude. See the essence through the phenomenon at a glance. We discovered the master's aura that was deeply hidden in his melancholy eyes and sad stubble. This is how a wise eye recognizes a hero.
this moment. Seattle looked at me with a ferocious expression like a man-eating tiger. In my eyes, he has become more innocent and cute. | Jiao couldn't help but outline a big smile. Grinning at Seacoat.
"Of course there is no problem in fighting. I believe we will meet in the martial arts competition soon. But there are more than just you and me in this competition. You can take it easy. Don't make me wait in vain."
After listening to my words. The expression on Seatlek's face was stunned. Then he laughed wildly: "Wow, hahaha, you are indeed Master Kasha's student. Your tone is so crazy. I like it. I recognize you as my junior brother. Hahaha."
"Hahaha. That's an honor. It's just so-so." I also laughed.
"|That is. A student taught by me, Kasha. How can I not be a little crazy? Hahahahaha." Kasha also giggled at the side.
As a result, the whole place was empty for a long time and was filled with the idiotic laughter of a certain three people.
next moment. Our laughter stopped in astonishment. |The light suddenly turned. They all looked in the side direction.
His posture and steps are as straight as the barrel of a gun. The tall paladin, covered in a black cloak, walked over step by step. Just like a general on the battlefield. Attracting the attention of all adventurers.
"Master Kasha. I'm coming."
He stopped in front of Kasha. He lowered his cape and hat to reveal a handsome middle-aged face that made me quite jealous. His razor-sharp skinny face revealed a calm and heart-stopping expression. The pair can be seen as gloomy and sad. And his firm eyes are full of iron will. It gives people the feeling of thousands of troops. Determination not to look back.
Although I don't want to admit that this group is indeed much more handsome than the Paladins with bad personalities like Lal and Hamas. Even the White Wolf, who I secretly dubbed the Master Killer, is slightly inferior in temperament.
"Oh. You're such a kid. This martial arts competition is going to be great." Kadan glanced at Carlos. Take a sip of wine. He said with a leisurely look and breath of wine.
This guy is not bad either. Look at him walking slowly from the distance to the ring. I am afraid that the speed of solving opponents is not slower than that of Seattle. Even a few minutes faster. What Carlos is best at is speed.
"You can't escape this time Carlos, let's have a good fight."
Seattle Lake looked at - Si. The whole body seemed to be on fire, and the muscles tightened with excitement. The heavy body armor expanded violently. It exudes a hot and crazy heat.
I stared at Carlo closely. His eyes were also full of fighting spirit. Eye contact. I pointed at him and said loudly: "The shame of last time. But I will not forget it for a moment. Just wash your neck and wait."
Carlos was not moved by my words. Those cold eyes compared with "| Full of the complete opposite calmness and indifference.
but. I am affected. He vowed not to give in and has a strong fighting spirit. It was slowly emanating from his calm expression. He was facing off against the two fanatics Seike and I without any inferiority.
"I'm going to win. I have to win."
He glanced at both of us. He said in a very quiet tone. But there is a firmness and determination in it. But it suffocated the momentum of Seattle and I.
"Yo. I'm the last one."
During the dark confrontation between the three of us. The voice of an old drunkard sounded next to him. Follow her gaze. A mage in black robes. Like a ghost, it floated over slowly but really quickly.
"Master Ka."
Old Farah's unfilial apprentice. The mysterious mage who seems to have a mysterious connection with my sister. He leaned slightly towards the old drunkard.
"It's you. I remember it. You are in the third round, right." The old drunkard who is the person in charge of the competition. It seemed like I finally remembered. He patted his head and said.
"Royal. I didn't expect that you, a guy who hides his head and hides his tail, would also come to participate in the competition. This is just the right time. There are a few of us. Let's have a good competition. Let's see who is the old one."
War-mongering Seattle Cook. The visitor is the last of the three giants. It is also known as the strongest one. The smile on his face is even happier and crazier. The more masters there are. The more excited he gets.
"Roya. I didn't expect you to come too."
Carlos nodded slightly to indicate to the other party. He seemed to be slightly surprised by the arrival of this mage. Is it really that weird? Did this guy have "I actually don't want to come to the game" written all over his face?
"Even if it's you, Roja. I will never give up the number one position."
Carlos seems to have some concerns about Roja's strength. However, the tone was still full of unquestionable firmness. Meet gods and kill gods. Demons slay demons. This is probably the best portrayal of Carlos’s inner world right now. Although I don’t understand why he is so obsessed with Champion Treasure. I don’t know Carlos though. But intuitively I don’t think he came for those ten drops of sacred potion.
"Carlos. Seattle. It's been a while. You guys are still the same."
The mysterious mage nodded at the two of them. Then he glanced at me. Don't know why. I always felt that this mage looked at me a little strangely. What a strange thing. I didn't hook up with her daughter.
"I'm not interested in the number one position. But if you block me, I won't be polite." This mage named Roja. Glanced at us. He also said in a firm tone.
With different reasons for their obsessions. The four of us are facing each other. As he looked at the other person, he exuded huge confidence. Being a strong person. No one will doubt his own strength. No matter what obstacles lie ahead. They must be crushed one by one with their own hands.
A storm is brewing in the center of the scene, brewing for the sensitive adventurer. It was as if the world was coming to an end as if it was being pressed down from the sky. Under the pressure of this storm that is about to brew but not come out. There is even a feeling of being out of breath.
"Are these four the strongest in this competition?"
A pair of penetrating eyes high up in the distant grass were watching the storm, and a majestic voice carrying huge holy power slowly echoed in the air.
"How do you feel, messenger?" Akara's lips curled up into a smile.
"The four are all pseudo-field-level strengths. They are indeed much stronger than the last competition. I look forward to the rise of mankind again." The voice sounded again with slight admiration.
"Yes. I hope that this time I can do it all in one go. The prison forces will be completely driven out of the mainland." Akara smiled mysteriously. Nod lightly. The voice returned to silence again.
"Ahem. That... Roja. Your game seems to be about to begin."
The old drunkard on the side coughed softly, interrupting the vigorous confrontation, and Roja turned around again. He nodded gently to the old drunkard and walked away.
"Tch. This guy is not interesting at all." Seatlek smiled slightly. He muttered quietly.
"Hey, hey, old drunkard. That mage's name. Is it really called Roja?" It seemed that everyone was no longer cross-eyed. I turned my head away. Ask the old drunkard who seems to be hiding something.
"Well... let's call it like this now." The old drunkard's eyes rolled a few times. It was obvious that he had something inside.
"What does "it's called like this now" mean that it's not his real name, Luo?" Hesitant words for the old drunkard. I rolled my eyes in serious protest.
"You can say that. Anyway, if you want to know his real name, just ask him yourself. If he is willing to tell you." The old drunkard shook his head slightly. Start drinking. I'm going to avoid this topic.
"What a god. Isn't it just a name? What's there to hide? I'm the one who went to Guangming. I can't change my name, but I can't change my surname. Wu Fan." I said disdainfully. Then he pointed at himself with his thumb.
"Ask in person, just ask in person. What's the big deal." He said. Then he headed in the direction of the hidden mage (Seattle Croak) who pretended to be Roja. Followed.
certainly. Asking for the name is false. |Look at his strength. I don't think so about that imposter mage. Together with the other two giants of the Fallen Alliance. They refused to tell their real names. And will tell people like me who haven't even said half a sentence.
"Anyway, I have nothing to do. I'll go take a look too." Barbarian Seatik. Cross your arms. Follow me carelessly. And Paladin Carlos. Probably also feeling bored. There was a pause. Also took steps.
Waiting for us to find the division's arena. The game is about to start. against him
Drew's hometown. Amen. What an unfortunate guy. Why. I hope the mage can be gentler.
When the Angels referee announced the start of the game. The division did not take any action. Facing druids near and far. Stand quietly where you are. I also know what the expression is on the face of the cloak and hat. A secretive look.
The druid just nodded slightly. Then he reacted. Contempt towards an opponent. Expressed his dissatisfaction with actions. A big move. Three crazy wolves acting as cannon fodder. The poisonous flower vine is known as half an assassin. The still erratic oak wise men flashed one by one. Then his body also suddenly grew in size. Transform into a werewolf.
Druid versus Mage. Using the Yuan element system, it feels a bit like Guan Gong playing a big knife in front of him. This druid. It seems that they want to use the speed flow of melee group fighting, which is more common against mages. Greet each other well.
From summoning the wolf. To transform into a werewolf. It only takes a moment. It seems to be a bit faster than me. This fully demonstrated the advanced knowledge of this sixth-level druid in summoning and transformation skills.
The mage is still standing like Jingyuan (actually, I suspect that his feet are not attached to his cloak). The face with eyes closed was happy and expressionless. It was as if he didn't know that the druid had already rushed over with his ghost wolf.
quick. Suddenly the three ghost wolves dispersed. In a circle. Together with the druid, Roja was surrounded. The druid roared and the figure suddenly accelerated again. Run straight towards Roja.
At this moment. Luo seemed to have come back to his senses. The right hand inside the cloak is raised at an angle of thirty degrees. The face Wei Wei pointed at was when Dee was secretly wary. A circular flame suddenly erupted from the front. There would be no time for Dei to react. Three ghost wolves. Even the poisonous flower vine inside. They all rushed into the air.
He continued to raise his right hand and followed Yaluo's gesture. The sky above his head seemed to burn and turned red. An overwhelming wave of scorching fire. Even through the protective energy shield of the arena, it can be clearly felt outside. Needless to say, the druid and his pets are at the center of the Red Cloud.
Under the bright red firelight. The figure covered by the mage's cloak seemed to be getting taller and taller. Becomes the master of fire in our eyes. Just by raising his hands and feet, he can activate flames that can destroy the world.
Countless hot red dots. In the burning sky. When we saw it clearly, we couldn't help but be dumbfounded. These red dots turned out to be the most basic skills of the teacher. Everyone in the first-order fire bomb had a ridiculous feeling in their hearts. As if | from the muzzle of a mighty large-caliber cannon. It popped up like a small smoking stone.
However, these fire bombs are superior in number. Densely filled with the entire sky. There are hundreds at least. And it’s still taking shape. As the saying goes, an elephant is killed by ants. Strength cannot be underestimated.
Clenched his fist lightly. These fire bombs floating in the void. It's like I have eyes. Heading toward the druid and his pet, the sky was overwhelmingly shrouded in the past. Surround it tightly.
What makes adventurers even more surprised is. The power of these fire bombs. It seems to be condensed but not dispersed. Not like other fire bombs. It exploded as soon as it was touched. But each one looks like a ball of water. Gradually merge. Finally, it condensed into a huge ball of hot molten magma. Completely wrap up the druid and those poor pets.
A seemingly simple and casual approach. But just look at the sudden changes in the expressions of other mages around you. It's definitely not easy to do this. There is no absolute thorough understanding and mastery of fire magic. It's simply impossible to do.
Wait for the magma ball to remove. There was not even ashes left of those pets. And druid. He also fell from the sky with his whole body charred and black. Passed out. Only the oak wise man with no attack power was left on the field. It was spinning around its master innocently.
"Victor. Wizard Roja."
With the Angels referee's high announcement. Roja mentioned lightly. Flying out of the ring. He disappeared from everyone's eyes in an instant.
"Tch. This guy is really hiding his head and showing his tail. That's all he has." Seatik smacked his lips dissatisfied. Spit out the grass root in his mouth.
indeed. It seems that except for the imposter mage Roja. The ability to control flames has reached an extreme level. Didn't see anything?
but. These two skills are revealed. It’s already incredible. The last trick is the technique of countless fire bombs. I don’t need to say more. The previous move alone knocked Druid high into the air. It's enough to make people wary.
What skills are derived from them? Is it the French fire wall technique? possible. But the Fire Wall Technique can really do this. |The power of an eruption. Even faster than my level nine volcanic explosion. Two or three times faster.
If it were me. Use modified volcanic explosions. There is no guarantee that he can hit such a fast Werewolf Druid. Not to mention raising his summoned pet as well.
Even if it happens to hit. It may also be so powerful. Knock it into the air dozens of meters high! !
The simpler things are. Able to sense the unfathomable depth of the other party. Can use the mage's fire wall technique. Transformed into Bidruid's authentic volcanic explosion. A skill that is even more powerful and swift. from this point on. You can see the huge difference between me and Yaluo in the field of flames.
but. Druids don't want to compete with mages in terms of magic skills. Just like what I just said. It's just a fool's errand. Kuang|Roya and I are still twenty levels apart. The combat experience is even less than that of the other party by decades. Even with the help of soul magic. Such a gap is normal.
on the contrary. If Roja is good at fire spells. I can breathe a sigh of relief now. Even though Roya is stronger than Carlos. I'm also more confident that I can beat him.
Some confidence is without others. The key lies in mutual restraint. Just like Carlos' speed flow can restrain my blood bear transformation one. My blood bear transformation. Immune resistance to fire is also great. No matter how powerful Yaluo's fire magic is. I was also slapped with several big discount labels. Of course the same. My fire moves. Even blood bear energy cannons. The damage done to Yaro is also discounted. But there is one irreversible advantage. My blood bear|state. His life endurance is hundreds of times stronger than that of Roja, a wizard. If he messes with me. Over time. The arm cannot twist the thigh to keep it safe. Only defeat.
After knowing this. My mood brightened. Looking forward to meeting Roja, the fake mage, one step ahead of her sister. I will teach you a lesson and vent my anger for my sister.
anyway. The people in charge of the competition are probably Old Drunkard and Linya. Should we let them compete in the group stage of the top 16? How about moving a little bit? ,. This is indeed a means to consider.
That's the momentum. Big oil loses votes. The tide is coming soon! &g;
