I glanced at the dwarf seat not far away in confusion, and found that the dwarves who came with Muradin had puzzled eyes as he rushed away.
Even if this old guy has something important to do, he should come back here first to say hello to everyone and go through the motions. Could it be that he has been the dwarf king for a long time and has become stupid and has forgotten even the most basic common sense?
Not long after coming out of the arena space, two wretched figures suddenly emerged from a corner and waved to Muradin. The guys first looked around vigilantly like an underground party. After confirming that no one was there, they quickly turned around and walked in. corner.
There are two ghostly Lele figures inside. If you look closely, you can see that they are the old alcoholic Kasha and the miser Farah, plus the penniless Muradin. This may be the most stingy combination in the first world. There is only a strong feeling. The aura of stinginess and poverty soared straight into the sky from above their heads. It was an overwhelming sky, with no light from the sun and the moon, and even ghosts and gods would be frightened by it.
"How's it going? You've got all the money, please get my share." As soon as he came in, Muradin couldn't wait to reach out to Farah.
"Why are you so anxious? Don't worry, I won't be missing out on you." Farah looked at Muradin, whose eyes almost turned into gold coins, with disdain.
"I'm not anxious in the hands of others, but I have to be anxious in the hands of you, an old guy. If I give you one more second, I might lose it." Muradin rolled his eyes at his old enemy not to be outdone.
"Okay, you two, stop arguing and settle things as soon as possible, so as not to have a long night and a lot of dreams while Akara is busy." Kasha on the other side couldn't stand it any longer and urged.
When she heard Akara's name, Farah shrank her neck. If her prophecy skills were accidentally discovered, then all her efforts would be in vain.
Thinking about this. He took out a small sack in his hand and opened it. Suddenly, the light of gems leaked out from inside. The faces of the three people were illuminated with colors. Pupils gradually dilate. His breathing also became rapid.
"I exchanged all the gold coins for gems. There are seventy-three cracked gems in total. Three cracked gems, leaving 827 gold coins... What do you want to see? Although I am stingy. But there is still such a thing as deduction. I won’t do it. I’ll just show you the bill later.”
Farah said. While glaring at Muradin and Kasha who looked at him with trusting eyes.
"According to the pre-discussed place. Five short winter melons. Three me. Two old drunkards." He said. Farah began to separate the gems one by one.
"Why I'm the least."
Although 20% is still a big income. It was enough for Kasha to drink wine for more than ten years, but she still muttered a few words unwillingly.
"You have to know, but thanks to my manipulation in the lottery, otherwise, the eyes of the rival adventurers like Carlos and others would be very bright if the short winter melon met Carlos. How many people do you think would buy the wrong thing? That is a Not even a penny was earned.”
"You think I don't know?" Farah looked at Kasha with contempt while weighing the gems.
"If it weren't for Akara's instructions and the courage to give you the courage, you wouldn't dare to mess with the draw of the top 16. You guys are just going along with the flow and enjoying the results. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
It seemed that Farah's words had struck a vital point. Xia muttered a few words and then stopped.
"It's unfair that I'm the one who blames him." Muradin smacked his lips as soon as Kasha finished speaking, and then complained.
"You have to know that among the three people, I suffered the most. I made such a embarrassing portrait, deliberately made a fool of myself when I went on stage, and was ridiculed. If I hadn't won by luck and earned some face, I wouldn't have returned to the clan. If you go, what will happen if you get ridiculed by that brat?"
"It's true that you have the biggest loss, but if I didn't operate behind the scenes, draw a portrait and publicize it so that adventurers will look down on you, and there won't be an old drunkard playing tricks on the lottery, you think it's just a silver coin of yours. How can you win so much money with a worthless face? The relationship between wisdom and manpower is also an investment, you know?"
Farah snorted, Muradin rubbed his sour nose dissatisfied and remained silent.
It turns out that there was a big conspiracy starting from the portrait of Muradin who made a fool of himself after drinking. Farah organized the Mages Guild, released the portraits and information of the top 16, secretly belittled Muradin, and made the adventurers side with Naais, and then Make a lot of money gambling.
"The amount seems a bit small. Most of it was earned by Muradin from this game. How about Wu boy? Didn't you say that he can also earn a lot from his game? Why is it so small?"
Kasha scratched her burgundy shawl hair and asked in confusion.
"This is also my miscalculation." Farah, who was counting the gems, suddenly sighed and said, then took out the receipt and handed it to the two of them.
"What's going on? How come so many adventurers bought that brat to win?" When the two of them saw it, they suddenly became depressed.
"I was also surprised. Logically speaking, that guy is only level 39 and doesn't have a special profession. Against Hadamas, a werewolf special profession at level 55, not many people would buy him to win. "
As the other two nodded in agreement, Farah pinched his gray mage beard and said painfully.
"That's right. If I didn't know the details about Mr. Wu, even I wouldn't think he could win." Kasha said, shaking the wine bottle in his hand, taking a big sip, and then spitting out a It smells like white mist and alcohol.
"That's the problem. Later, I inquired secretly and found out what was going on." Farah sighed and continued.
"A small part of the people who bought that kid to win, about one-fifth, were motivated by the league's reputation. As the league's seeded players, they still wanted to buy a deal even if they knew they would lose. This number is more than I expected a little more, but that’s okay.”
"But what I didn't expect was that the boy's popularity would be so good. From the camp to Harrogas, he seems to have many good friends. Four-fifths of them have met him. His strength, or bought by adventurers who had fought alongside him. In the end, not only did we not make any profit from his game, but we lost hundreds of gold coins. It was really a mistake."
After Kasha and Muradin heard this, they both sighed and couldn't blame Farah. The three of them ignored it. In order to complete Akara's mission, someone traveled all over the first world and had friends all over the world.
As for other games, for example, in the first game, the fox mage and the elf archer had almost the same personal strength. Such a battle is not profitable. There is also the game between Carlos and the others. They obviously have overwhelming strength. Such a game There is no doubt that adventurers have sharp eyes, and it is not that easy to defraud money from their pockets.
"By the way, the remaining 827 gold coins will be taken out and divided later. Don't try to keep it all to yourself." The three of them were silent for a while, and then Muradin suddenly said.
"I'll give it to you later, look at how poor you are." Farah looked at Muradin with disdain, but secretly thought in his heart that he wanted to secretly embezzle the fractions of the hundreds of gold coins.
"Oh, are you sharing the gold coins? Can you also give me, an old woman, a share?" A gentle voice with a smile came from not far away.
"Don't even think about it!!"
As a senior Grandet, when the three of them saw that someone had the guts to come to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, they instinctively turned around and shouted angrily in unison.
Then, the brain began to analyze the composition of the sound and came to the conclusion, "This sound sounds very familiar." The actions of the people who coincidentally were fixed on the spot as if they were petrified, and sweat dropped like rain on their foreheads.
You bastard is still a great master, why didn't you notice she was coming?
Farah turned the beads and Kasha gave a fierce look.
Haven't you discovered it yet?
Kasha's eyes were not to be outdone:.
With their strength, it was impossible not to detect the other party's footsteps. The only blame was that they were obsessed with money and were obsessed with gems, and the other party's footsteps were indeed a bit "cat".
After a while, Akara, who was on crutches, emerged from the grass directly opposite and looked at the three of them with a smile.
"What are you doing together in this remote place?"
"Hahaha, let's... squat here... chat, talk about our ideals..."
Kasha responded incoherently. Even though he knew that Akara could not see his eyes, he subconsciously moved his stiff body to block the light of the gem behind him.
"Oh? I also want to know what great ideals you three big shots are talking about. Can you tell me, this old woman?" Akara took a few steps forward gently, the smile on his face unchanged.
"Ahem, of course it's about how to defeat the resistance army..." Farah coughed a few times and said righteously, but under Akara's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller.
"You guys have made a lot of money this time." After a pause, Akara stopped teasing the three of them and pointed it out directly.
Hearing Akara's words, even though they knew they couldn't hide it from the time she appeared, Farah and Kasha still held on to a small hope. When they heard this, they lowered their heads in despair.
"Farah, you really know how to use those mages to make something like this, which is a waste of precious paper and ruins the atmosphere of our alliance."
After changing his tone, Akara's expression became serious, and he took out a stack of thick papers. These papers were exactly the portraits of the top 16, including the funny portrait of Muradin who was drunk on cheese tincture and jumped on the bar table to dance. , put first.
"Although I guess this was probably done with Muradin's consent, other dwarves would probably feel uncomfortable if they saw it and knew it was our alliance. Do you know that you are wrong?"
Akara glanced at Farah lightly, and her tone softened, but the pressure on her increased.
Muradin shook his beard and wanted to say that if he was exposed, he would explain it to the dwarves. With his character and notorious reputation among the dwarves, the dwarves would eventually focus all their resentment on him. I have no idea about the alliance.
However, after coming into contact with Akara's half-smiling eyes, he decided to keep his mouth shut. Now was definitely not a good time to rescue Farah, and Muradin was also happy to see his old enemy look frustrated.
"I did do something this time, admit defeat, and do whatever you say." Farah shrugged his head, looking like he was appointed.
"Let's do this. I won't confiscate your gem. You can use it to provide research materials for the Mage Guild." After a moment of pause, Akara turned solemnly and smiled again.
"No problem, I'll just do it."
Farah's face lit up and he nodded in response. He didn't want to be like the old alcoholic Kasha, who drinks and eats meat every day and spends so much. If there is an experiment, he can eat weed noodles for three meals, and most of the money in his pocket will be For experimental research, Akara did this and it had no impact on him.
However, using it as your own money for experimental research and using it as confiscated punishment for experimental research, although the results are the same, the meaning is still slightly different. People like Farah still feel a little disappointed, which is rare. I made so much money at once, my pockets were so hot.
"As for Kasha, you..."
Akara looked at the old drunkard with a smile, and then stretched out his hand.
"Oh, is it easy for me..." Kasha handed her share into Akara's hands in frustration, and then looked at her eagerly, hoping that Akara would be merciful and leave some money for herself.
Originally, there was nothing wrong with leaving any money for Kasha, but it was because of his nonsense in the ring during the draw of the top 16 that Akala issued a debt collection order to all the bars. If she left some money for him, it would be nothing. Did it work?
So Carla smiled slightly and mercilessly ignored Kasha's pitiful gaze as she screamed. She could only say that this guy had brought his own evil and would not survive.
Muradin looked on happily. As Kasha and Farah were alliance elders, Akara had the right to punish them, but he did not. Even if he did something wrong, Akara could not say anything.
"Your Excellency Muradin..." Akara turned his head and smiled faintly at Muradin.
"Two elders of my family have done such shameful things. Old lady, I no longer have the qualifications to say anything to you. However, I will truthfully explain today's matter to King Tualatin."
After saying this, Akara took Kasha's money bag and left happily.
"My God, this old fox is such a devil."
After Akara left, Muradin immediately began to mourn. He could already predict that after returning to the dwarves, his unfilial son Tuadin, who got the news about Akara, would definitely use various pretexts to use his share to do what Kasha did. Not confiscated.
Is it better to just escape on the way back to the dwarves? Muradin was no longer in the mood to laugh at the other two poor people. He thought about the pros and cons and left the scene of dividing the spoils.
"Well, even though I know that I probably can't hide it from that old fox in Akala, I still feel a little disappointed when things come to a head. It's all money. I haven't received that much money in decades."
Kasha stared blankly at her right hand, which was holding a heavy and thick money bag a moment ago but was now empty. She suddenly sighed, turned around and leaned on it.
Go up and look at the wine in your mouth.
"Yes, a few decades ago, you were called the 'burgundy devil' and was admired by countless adventurers. You were so unattainable that you probably didn't expect that a few decades later you would be fighting for a small bag of Crack your gems and sigh.”
Farah on the side sighed slightly, his face no longer looked as stingy and poor as usual.
"Forget it, don't mention the past anymore, it's you..."
Kasha raised the whole wine bottle, and the wine bottle blocked her face. She could only see the bright red wine spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her clothes.
"You guys, do you really plan to see Yaluo... for the last time? Yaluo misses you very much. What a poor child, he met such a heartless teacher."
"Old drunkard, how old do you think I am?" Farah suddenly answered the question.
"Who is going to remember this kind of chat? I even have to go back and calculate how old I am."
Kasha rolled his eyes and shook the wine bottle. There was an empty sound inside. It was obvious that there was not much left, so he couldn't help but sigh again.
"Yes, I have lived for so many years, experienced so many things, parted from life and death, there is nothing left that I can't see away, right?"
Farah glanced at Fang indifferently and said with a very calm expression. He shook the gem in his hand. The thick weight and the crisp sound of the gem clashing seemed not to arouse his interest. He threw it into the inventory indifferently. The figure disappeared out of thin air in a flash, and the place was empty, leaving only a vague sad sigh.
"Humph, have you looked away?"
After taking a look at the place where Farah disappeared, Kasha got up, picked up the wine bottle, and left drunkenly.
"If I could really see through it, I wouldn't have to hide it even when we meet..."
With a hint of cold words, as the breeze gradually dissipated, the remote corner returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
On the other side, Akara was holding a small purse, but she ran into Kane head-on.
"The harvest from this camp is really not small." Akara rarely got carried away and showed a treacherous smile.
“These adventurers have really good spending power.”
Kane agreed, while taking out a two-brick-thick account book. This heavy account book records the camp's income in the past few months since the tournament was held.
"Those three old men thought they were doing it without anyone noticing, but they didn't know that even how much money they made from those adventurers knew exactly how much they made."
Kane said while flipping through the ledger, smiling like an old fox.
"Hahaha, the adventurers have some spare money on hand. Instead of letting them squander it on gambling, we have used some small means to collect it. In the past few years, Wu has brought back a lot of research materials. The Mages Guild is surprised."
Akara's smile grew brighter.
"Wu Ke is really a lucky star."
"This martial arts tournament is also a timely event."
The two of them spoke with kind faces and gentle expressions. People who knew better would never have imagined that these two old foxes were behind the bookmakers of the entire tournament, and they could only be regarded as trivial monkeys.
On the other side of the field, I had no idea that a sinful black-and-black incident had just occurred in a corner not far from me. I was with Vilas and the others, happily eating snacks made by Vilas and drinking. Taking the tea handed over by little Sarah, playing with the little ghost from time to time, and looking at the battle below, this day is so nourishing that not even gods can change it.
The only dissatisfaction is that after the vigorous collision of power between Muradin and Naais, the following games also lost their focus.
After Muradin, there are still four games, three of which are between the mysterious imposter Mage Roja, and sister Sharna. You can also think with your toes that the game between Seattle and Ke is one-sided, although the three games are one-sided. It's true that people are very powerful, but their opponents can't match their strength at all. It's nothing more than roasting, instant killing, and brutal killing. There are really no exciting scenes worthy of praise.
How much I hope that Carlos and Seattle can have a little bit of a bloody collision. Then Mars will definitely hit the earth, but if Carlos accidentally loses, then my fighting spirit will have to be tragedy.
As for the last battle, it was a dwarf warrior who faced off against a mage. Both of them were elites among normal level adventurers and were of similar strength. It was a relatively fierce battle for the audience, but in my case It seems that it is still a bit dull. Although the dwarf warrior is brave, he is really not on the same level as Muradin.
Finally, this dwarf warrior is more tragic. If he, like Muradin, had met a barbarian opponent, he might have a higher chance of winning, but he happened to be a wizard. As a result, he was defeated by the opponent's wretched teleportation and overwhelming attacks. The spells were exhausted.
Therefore, it is not good to be too partial to science, and the dwarf warrior is a typical example.
So, the top eight came out. I, Sister Sharna, the three giants of the Fallen Alliance, the cheeky Muradin, and two other supporting characters, the Elf Archer and the Wizard. It was really a list that was not surprising at all.
What? Am I an accident? who? What bastard said, let's try it out in a duel? ! !
Looking at the top 16, in addition to our six seeded players, there are a total of one paladin, two barbarians, one fox mage, one elf archer, one dwarf warrior, one wizard, and one assassin. Two Amazons, almost all races and professions are Paul.
It's just that our druids are more tragic. There is no one (not counting me as a seed player), and there are necromancers. But it's not that necromancers are weak, but their characters are more sinister than assassins, and they don't like to compete for power. They are very competitive and are good at hiding in corners and playing tricks on people, so they did not participate. If the Necromancer participated, they would definitely have a place in the top sixteen, or even several seats.
So we druids are quite tragic. When we are at a low level, we can summon pets, and we can rank among the top seven professions. When we are at a high level, with our balanced comprehensive strength, we can also make other professions afraid, but we are in the sixth level. The threshold of level ten is neither high nor low, so it is tragic.
It is said that in previous martial arts competitions, few druids have reached the top sixteen. Most of the seats are occupied by relatively powerful duel masters such as barbarians and Amazons. This time, four new races have been added, and Several unknown (?) strong men have become unpredictable again.
