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"I'm sorry. I lost."
Back to the special seats. Hadamas seemed a little ashamed of the many fellow werewolves who had high hopes for him. As a result, he was eliminated in the first round. Face Chris and the others. He nodded. Don't know what to say.
"It's okay, Hadamas. You've done a great job. It's just that your opponent is too strong. Our hearts are bright. You don't have to blame yourself."
Chris's smile was still bright. Full of hypocrisy. It was as if they had won instead of losing. Then look back. The smile in his eyes was even bigger.
"Elder Fan's strength is indeed extraordinary. And he is still so ruthless. Uh-huh-"
He was referring to the martial arts arena. When I just came out in the third game. He was also very merciless and killed the werewolf warriors who came from afar to "rob the bride" in an instant. Then in the fourth game, he faced Hadamas.
"What the hell. I'm still far from being a master." I felt the weird look on Kerry's face. I paid carefully.
"Elders don't have to be humble. The Alliance has such talents. It's really enviable. Haha!!" while smirking. While looking back at the arena. At an angle I can't see. This guy seemed to mutter something.
(Quietly) "Tch. Let us werewolves be embarrassed. Let Lena stab him some other time."
"..."
This fake smiling prince finally reveals his dark side? It must be that my ears are hallucinating. I returned to my position confused. There was also a sleepy little ghost under his arm.
"Boy. That's pretty good!!"
The old drunkard came up. Tap me on the shoulder and smile all over your body |. Even the exposed teeth shone like gold coins.
This bastard would be kind enough to come over and congratulate me? That's weird. No need to ask. It must be because I won if I bought it. Make a small profit. So be happy, asshole.
Hum. This guy probably doesn't know that the old fox Akara has issued a debt collection order to the bar owner. When the tournament is over, she will know what prison is. None of those bar owners are vegetarians. Crying, making trouble, and hanging himself are his special skills. I remember when Sister Sharna and I burned down the entire bar, we didn't obediently pay for it right away.
I looked at the old drunkard with pity and took the competition list from her. Take a look. The first three games have ended for me, Carlos. There is also an elf archer whose name has not been recorded and has successfully entered the top eight.
Round four will soon follow. I quickly glanced at the list from top to bottom. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"The top sixteen games. Did you really not do anything wrong?"
I don't want to doubt it either. Because Baby Linya is also one of the planners of this martial arts tournament. But this is a list of lists. I really have no reason not to think too much about it. It's so harmonious.
Among the top sixteen. Everyone recognizes the strong person. There are three heads of the Fallen Alliance. Sister Sharna. I. Old Muradin can barely count as half. Five and a half in total...eh. It's six. The other ten players. Such as Hadamas. It is on another level.
And on the battle list. I&qu;|Six people. Surprisingly, no two met each other. The opponents are all players of another level. It would have been a competition held by other races. I might still consider it a coincidence. But the organizers are the old fox Akara and the others. There's no reason why I don't associate the word "cheating" with it. Besides, they already have a record of winning in the knockout rounds.
"How is that possible? Hahahaha~~. Didn't you draw the lot yourself? That is fair, just and open." Laojiu clicked. Then he laughed exaggeratedly.
"No, no, no. You don't have to use it to deceive people. Although we personally drew the lottery, it is not difficult for you to do it. There are at least ten kinds. Way. I’m right.”
I stared hard at the old drunkard. Looking at the rain of cold sweat on her forehead.
"This... I still have something to do. Let's talk about it next time. Let's talk about it next time. Hahahaha~~~" with an exaggerated laugh. The old drunkard Zhang's speed and lightning.
"..."
Sure enough... Linya, baby. Don't let these bastards fool you.
“Woo~~
At this moment. The little ghost that has always been in my arms. Only then did he wake up from his out-of-body state with a mournful cry. He raised his head and looked at me with sinister eyes. Tears flashed in the corners of his eyes. Said in a decisive tone.
"You scumbag devil!"
"Then I'd better keep rubbing your face from now on. I have created a new Wu Style Triple Speed Thousand Buddha's Hands. Do you want to try it now?" I gave him a good look. Scan the little ghost's smooth and soft face that feels so good.
"Wow!!"
He was probably too scared to speak. The little ghost let out his signature cry. He quickly pressed his face tightly with his two small hands. Revealing a squeezed face. Funny and cute face. Then he shook his head desperately.
"Then it's better to be Hu Zha."
Look at the little guy’s cute child. If there weren't too many people. I will definitely give those lips a few kisses. He held her in his arms and rubbed him* for a while before he was willing to accept it.
"Woo~~"
A little ghost at a disadvantage. Screaming. For a good while. You kept staring at me with the eyes full of conspiracy that you were waiting to see. The eyes are sinister. Let me sleep with her tonight. When I wake up tomorrow, my whole body will definitely be covered with tooth marks. No whole body.
never mind. It’s better to go to Sarah’s room and sleep tonight. I shuddered. I decided not to be tempted by the beauty of this lustful saint tonight.
while talking. The fourth game has begun. It was number eight. Muradin was as happy as a monkey. Fight a barbarian.
The savage was tall and mighty. Seattle Lake is not much shorter. In his hands are two golden two-handed swords. Golden Helm of Excellence. Golden combat armor. Gold light metallic boots. There is also a gold belt for murder and arson. The whole body is golden. Coupled with the figure that is stronger than a bear and the savage's natural aggressiveness and good fighting posture. He is simply a god of war than a god of war.
I just don’t know about this golden outfit. Except for the two golden two-handed swords. How much of the outfit was borrowed from teammates or other teams. As for weapons. Adventurers generally do not borrow money from others. Unless it is very suitable. Otherwise, they would rather use the weapons they have on hand to perform their skills better if their attributes are slightly inferior. Pretending is ultimately a foreign object.
A long jump. A shining golden barbarian who looks like a god of war. Like a cannonball, it turned into a parabola and jumped directly onto the ring. It held two giant swords that were one meter and a half long and as wide as an adult's palm. He held it high above his head. Accompanied by barbarian rough
The two sword blades crossed and struck each other with a "roaring clang" sound. The crisp golden collision sound even seemed to be knocked out in the air, creating a wave-like sound pattern. It continued to expand outwards.
The barbarian's heroic appearance. Arouse the emotions of the surrounding audience. Especially the militants. Hot *** one by one. He raised his fists high and shouted with his face flushed.
This barbarian... seems to have some impression...
I tilted my head and thought about it. Numerous examples prove it. I am not a person with a strong memory. Especially for things that have nothing to do with you. It goes in through the left ear and out through the right ear. So not many brain cells. It is always wise to choose to clean the system garbage once every day while sleeping. So as not to cause a negative impact on the brain.
I don’t want to be brainwashed by some weird church every year because of this. Then he ran into some strange people while running away. Uh-huh.
Back to business. It turns out that we are this person. This barbarian can leave an impression on our minds. There must be something special about it. Meditation thought for a while. I suddenly patted my head. Finally I know why I remember this guy.
I still remember this morning. Lal's three fellows. I came to eat happily. And tell me about the gambling? Except for the poor old boy Latin. That funny portrait. Besides the pitiful odds. The fact that he was a barbarian impressed me deeply.
One. Him in the portrait. Wearing golden armor all over. Tall and mighty. The eyes are melancholy. The vicissitudes of temperament. and another comically drunken portrait of Muradin. They are two teaching materials full of sharp contrasts, one positive and one negative.
It probably also contributes to the tall image of the portrait. Approval ratings for this fellow barbarian. Also surprisingly high. The odds are so low. Actually second only to Sister Sharna. Seattle Ke waited for a few players who knew they were masters at a glance. Far above me, a guy who is "silly and cheerful. He doesn't have any master's temperament or power" (comment under the portrait. The handwriting looks a bit like that guy Farah's. Am I overly concerned?).
certainly. If only that was it. It’s not enough for my brain cells to retain his information and impressions for half a day. The main reason why I remember him. It's because of his name.
Naai...
by the way. In the original world. When it comes to dish soap, I am a firm "Libai" party.
The brain wanders. When I came to my senses. I thought the game had already begun. Take a look at the field. Only then did he realize that there was still only Naais, a very clean barbarian, on the field. Continuously shout out greetings to the surrounding audience. Show off your strength. The savage's pushy hair is clearly exposed.
What about Muradin? Are you still lying on the bar table sleeping with a hangover? That's not right. I clearly saw him coming with other dwarves this morning.
At this moment. There was a sudden burst of laughter from the other side of the arena. Use visual magic to get closer. I couldn't help but be amused.
Full armor. Muradin with a sledgehammer on his back. He was running towards the ring huffing and puffing. Short limbs. Short one. Put inside the armor. It's like forcing a big winter melon into your clothes. Indescribably funny. That portrait. You really didn't slander him.
Then. Facing a five-meter high platform that was four times as high as him. He failed to be like Naais. Jumping forward gracefully. Instead, he pushed hard as if it was very laborious. Short and short, Longdong's body suddenly bounced up.
But maybe his legs are too short. Not enough bounce. In addition, the coquettish one wore a full set of heavy armor. And there is a big hammer on his back that is bigger than his body. Although a big hole was made in his face by the powerful force. It indeed showed the powerful power of the dwarves. but……
When Muradin's body rose to its highest point. His sad discovery. The edge of the ring. From the stubby he held high -|the longest middle finger on it. There's still about a centimeter to go.
The distance in centimeters is the dividing line between success and failure. With tyrannical strength. Muradin stayed in the air for a moment at the highest point. Make a clenched jaw. Eyes widened. The neck is tight, red and thick, constipation-like. I almost want to lengthen my head by one centimeter out of thin air. Good enough to be on the edge of the stage.
But no matter how tyrannical he is, he can't forcefully raise his body by one centimeter in an instant, otherwise. Dwarves hold back once or twice a day. for a year. He's bigger than a savage.
So Mu's eyes were full of anger. Gradually discouraged. Until he became sad and desperate, his body in mid-air was also sinking.
"bump!!"
Strong Muradin, brave Muradin. The wise Muradin did not give up. The whole body was like a fierce bow. The large font is completely attached to the edge of the ring. It seems like he wants to take advantage of this.
But this tragic dwarf. But he had no choice but to find out. The edge of the ring is really too smooth and vertical. There is no way to borrow any power at all. The body just paused. Still sliding down while wiping the edge. Muradin cursed the angels. Why do you want to make the arena so nice if you have nothing to do? Slide and slide along the edge. Finally, my butt popped. success.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The adventurers on the field held their breaths as they watched Muradin's comical struggle. When he finally slid down. I don’t know who started first. The roar of laughter suddenly flooded the entire venue. The Biharrogas knockout round had just begun. The crowd chanted loudly and loudly.
"Puff-puff-" I suppressed a smile. There was a constant popping noise. If it weren't for Akara next to me who kept winking at me. I must endure it. I already laughed out loud.
A special seat for the dwarves. It's not far from us.
The little ghosts and their bodies are different. He laughed unscrupulously. Even the kind and gentle Vilas. There was a smile on his face involuntarily. Buried his head tightly in my arms. That’s just Princess Sanwu. Sitting aside blankly. That face is not inferior to Sarah's beautiful face. Still as dull as a doll. Lack of life. But those slender fingers. But he kept tugging at the poor grass on his bed.
Look at Akara and the Smiling Prince again. T***. I finally understand why these old foxes always keep smiling. Because once you encounter such an unexpected situation. Even if you laugh, it's natural. Others can't see it at all! !
As for the little fox. Her color is normal. It’s just the plush tail at the back that feels warm at first glance. The frequency of swing is almost twice as fast as usual.
Elders of other tribes. There are different ways to vent, too. All kinds of things in the world. All in one smile. The only one who couldn't laugh. Probably only the dwarves. I guess after I go back. Muradin's son. The current dwarf king Tualatin. He must be tied up and dragged out to parade in public. Think about Tualatin and the fiery personalities of the ten dwarf elders. This is not impossible.
The old man Latin. I don’t know how thick-skinned I am. He rubbed his red wine-stained nose. He actually completely ignored Zhou|'s ridicule towards him. The big beard trembled. I don't know what I muttered. Then take a deep breath. Use all your strength to push again.
The laughter on the field was astonishing. They all stared at Muradin intently. Let’s see if he can bring laughter to the audience again. Unfortunately, Muradin learned his lesson this time. It didn't take much effort to reach the edge of the stage. Then hehehe turned over and climbed up.
Facing him. It's the big smiling face of Savage Naice. He "made a big move." Just that huge palm. It seems that it can completely trap Muradin's brain.
"This brother. Do you want to give me a hand?"
Naais smiled brightly at Muradin. Unfortunately Muradin didn't appreciate it. The fool also knew that Naais was joking, otherwise why didn't he come to help him the first time? Let yourself be "little" embarrassed?
After standing up. Muradin clapped the dirt from his hands. He slapped Naais's big hand away: "Go, go, go. Who is your brother? You were my predecessor. When I was the dwarf king, you were still nursing."
Then he walked toward the middle of the field with his head held high.
Naice's "good intentions" were rejected. Scratching the back of the head. Looking at the other person's seemingly aloof back. I can't figure it out in my head. Displayed based on information. This short winter melon is one or two hundred years old. Being my own grandfather is almost enough.
But is this really a book that can be used to show off and be proud of?
Naais's head was confused. But the footsteps also went up. A hundred meters away from Muradin. Duel in the center of the ring. The Angel referee coughed several times after waiting for a long time. After asking both parties in a formulaic way whether they were ready or not. Then he waved his hand.
"The sixty-level dwarf giant warrior. The match against the sixty-two-level scolding Naais begins."
"Come on, grandpa, let me see. You are a big guy. How much do you weigh?"
The angel referee just took to the sky. Muradin pulled out the hammer behind him with one hand, then stretched out his other hand and struck Naais with four fingers. provocatively.
A "whoop" sound. Muradin swung the hammer, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, with one hand and made a dull howling sound. There was a shallow scratch on his face.
The audience on the field couldn't help but gasped when he was carrying Muradin on his back. You know this hammer is huge. But Muradin drew out now. Just got a glimpse of the whole picture.
Stainless steel hammer handle is. A giant square iron lump is connected to it. It is estimated to be one meter and two meters high. The lower side is square. The sides are nearly half a meter long. The water chestnuts are distinct. Although there is no beauty of lines at all. But there is a real sense of weight. But it gives people a sense of heroism and power like a heavy sword without a sharp edge.
If he were hit by this hammer with a skill, he would be hit in the front. Same level. An assassin profession with less health. There is a possibility of instant kill on the spot! !
Instant kill at the same level. What is this concept? Even barbarians. I dare not say that I can kill a mage of the same level with one move. However, the dwarf warrior can.
Everyone couldn't help but start to re-evaluate this funny old dwarf. some people. Watch Muradin hammer that hammer. It can be thrown as easily as a knife, fork and chopsticks. Already secretly worried that he was suppressing Aisi. Is it the right choice.
The two two-handed swords in Naaisi's hands. It is already huge in the eyes of regular adventurers. But compared to the hammer in Muradin's hand. But like a chopstick. Along with a hammer. Appear vulnerable.
But Naaisi is nearly three meters tall. But it is more than two and a half times that of Muradin. One big and one small. One small and one big. Take the small one and take the big one. The big one takes the small one. The contrast is very abrupt. Take everyone's breath away. Pay attention to this asymmetrical battle.
After the game starts. Muradin is much shorter. Take the lead in provoking Fang Fang
Naais looked calm. He was not offended by Muradin's language. He can reach the top sixteen. Except for a little bit of luck (I didn't meet perverted monsters like Carlos in the knockout rounds. Normal-level players who make it to the top 16 must have some luck). Plus solid experience and skills. There are also excellent equipment. It's also due to his calm and composed heart that doesn't match his rough appearance.
before the game. He has already inquired about the information of the sixteen players. Like Carlos and Seattle. He considers himself inferior. Unless a miracle happens. Otherwise, there is no hope of winning the championship.
But I can get into the top two or semi-finals. You can always stop at the top 16 to shine.
therefore. He focuses more on players who "seem" to be on the same level as him. Among them was Muradin.
Dwarf giant warrior. The special profession of the dwarves. This is no longer a secret. But what's special about it. He doesn't know yet. Therefore, we can only use the information of ordinary dwarf warriors for comparison.
barbarian. Known as the melee king among the seven professions. The attack power is unmatched. But in front of the dwarves. It seems to be a bit lower.
Dwarf warrior. High attack. High defense. Almost a melee mobile fortress. What are the shortcomings? Of course there are. There is no career that is perfect. That's their speed. and attack frequency.
In fact, he is among the players that Naais considers to be "at the same level as himself". The last thing he wanted to face. That's it | seems funny. In fact, he is an old dwarf who is having difficulty giving birth.
barbarian. The king of melee dwarf warriors. It is also a melee mobile fortress. and. Dwarf warrior attack and defense. They are all one step ahead of the barbarians. There is a faint smell of professional restraint. Naais has always been very confident in his melee prowess. But in front of this old man who can only hold a big hammer with his own two hands. I'm really not sure.
If you were a mage. ||Mason. assassin. No need to worry so much. Damn it. I actually met the pair I least expected to meet. Is this a test for Bulkesso?
Faced with Muradin's provocation. Ace's face became calmer. Holding a large hand adorned with a sword. It started to bang. Take a deep breath. He decided to follow the original plan. Tactics against Muradin. Win this battle to win.
In the face of the powerful attack of the dwarves. He decided to give up the close combat that he was best at. And take advantage of the shortcomings of the dwarves' slow speed. Have a speed battle.
For speed. The barbarians are actually very confident. Improvements through jumping skills. Barbarians can fly around like martial arts masters. It's even better in terms of sheer speed.
This is indeed the best way to deal with Muradin. Naais has eight points of confidence. But for the other party's special profession-dwarf giant warrior. After watching the strength shown by the werewolf's special profession in the second game. But it made him feel confused...
