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"You brat, I want to thank you this time."
Along the way, the old drunkard suddenly said this, which immediately made my skin crawl all over my body. This guy can actually thank people? Could there be some conspiracy brewing? This was my first reaction.
Seeing the vigilant look on my face, the old drunkard who finally managed to straighten his expression showed his true colors again. His eyelids trembled and he immediately hit me on the head angrily.
"You brat, it's rare for me to sincerely thank you. What's your reaction?"
"Your sincerity will only make me feel sick." I covered my head and said sarcastically without mercy.
The old drunkard opened his mouth to retort, paused, but stopped without interest: "Forget it, I'm not in the mood today, I won't argue with you kid. In short, I have already said that this time, Carlos can win, you kid will do it Very good."
As she spoke, she patted me on the shoulder, her expression full of admiration.
"It's nothing. Anyway, in terms of real strength, I am indeed no match for Carlos. And seeing that he would rather spend decades of his life to win this game, I believe no one can remain indifferent. Victory in this game , it’s not very important to me.”
I shook my head and said, then I remembered something: "By the way, it's useless for Carlos to ask for so many sacred potions. You are his teacher. Can you help me tell him how many bottles he can give me?" , I want a few more bottles.”
"Don't worry, I know you are lazy. This is the reason for participating in the competition. If there is no reward, even ten camels and beasts will not be able to pull you. I have already agreed with Carlos on this matter. Holy The potions are dispensable to him, it doesn’t matter even if I give them all to you.”
"All of them? The more the merrier, but doesn't Carlos himself need it?" I asked curiously.
"Experts at our state of mind generally disdain to use other external objects to enhance their strength, except for indispensable equipment." The old drunkard said with a radiance that could blind a dog's eyes, and spoke in the tone of an upright master. said.
I:"……"
"What's wrong?" She looked over.
"No, it's nothing." I tilted my head guiltily and changed the subject.
"But then again, what is Carlos' purpose? Is it worth working so hard for?"
As if he was asking something that shouldn't be asked, the old drunkard sighed heavily and from the bottom of his heart.
"You will naturally know it later. However, I think it is not that simple for him to achieve his goal. No, rather than put it this way, it is simply impossible. He may also know this."
"You know it's impossible, why are you still working so hard?"
“There are some things in this world that you have to work hard to do even if you know it is impossible, even if there is only a slim chance, because if you don’t give it a try, there will be no chance at all, and everything you live and work hard for will be meaningless. "
At this point, she sighed again, looked up at the sky, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "There are three types of people in this world. The first type of people live to achieve their goals; the second type of people live to achieve their goals. Find the purpose of living; while the third type of people live aimlessly and waste their lives."
Hey, I said the topic has turned to the connotation again. Why is this old drunkard feeling like he has a brain convulsion today? Why is he lamenting all the time?
"In short, even if Carlos wins, the hope of achieving his goal is very slim, but if he doesn't win, I really don't know what he will do. That's why I want to thank you. Of course, the money will not be paid back for the time being. .”
The old drunkard said seriously, of course, if you can ignore the last sentence.
As we were talking, we had already reached the edge of the competition space.
"Is it held here?" I asked in a loud voice.
Although it involves personal privacy and the reward process cannot be made public, there is no need to choose this kind of place.
"Of course not, let's wait." The old drunkard replied, looking far away, as if he was waiting for someone to come.
After a while, the miser led Carlos over. When he saw me and the old drunkard already standing here, he didn't look surprised and walked straight over.
If other people saw it, they would definitely think that the four of us, three alliance elders and a martial arts tournament champion, were planning to hold an illegal gathering in such a shady place, conspiring to subvert the alliance.
Carlos seemed to be led directly from the ring. His expression was a little solemn, nervous, and absent-minded. He was expecting something and fearing something. Even the broken Heavenly clothes and clothes on his body after the battle The blood stains were not cleaned up, and the clothes were ragged and stained with blood, making him look like a down-and-out warrior who had just walked off the battlefield.
When he saw Kasha and I, he didn't say hello, but nodded subconsciously in a daze. It was obvious at a glance that his heart was completely occupied by something, and he didn't pay attention to everything around him. superior.
"Why did it come so slowly?"
The old drunkard complained. Logically speaking, we had been hanging around Vilas for a long time, so Scrooge and Carlos should have arrived first.
"I accidentally got entangled with that silly boy from Seattle, and I finally got rid of him."
The miser seemed to have difficulty wiping the sweat from his forehead. Sometimes people with a stubborn mind are more difficult to deal with than those old foxes.
"I said that after the game, he disappeared." The old drunkard showed a look of surprise.
"Why do you want to get rid of Seattle Lake and not let him come?" I raised my hand and asked.
"That boy is too impulsive and not suitable for such an occasion." The old drunkard took out the flask and took a sip, and said with satisfaction.
Is there an inevitable conflict between impulse and “the occasion”? I was just receiving an award. I couldn't understand what the old drunkard said, so I was about to ask, but the miser was seriously tinkering with something on the side, which made me shut up immediately.
I saw his fingers drawing a circular magic circle in the air. A black vortex two people high suddenly appeared in the empty air. After the vortex stabilized, the center part slowly opened like a door. The open gap revealed a soft and holy white light.
"Go in, Akara and the others are waiting."
After doing all this, Farah took the lead and walked in, followed closely by Carlos who looked a little impatient. The old drunkard and I followed. As soon as we stepped in, the door disappeared out of thin air. .
I asked where Akara had gone, and what was so important that I could put aside such an important final and not watch it. It turned out that I was hiding in this limited-edition special seat to watch the live broadcast.
As I walked, I looked at this space full of holy power.
The sacred aura in the air is so strong that it even appears as a light milky mist, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.
Inhaling this milky white gas through the nose, the body and mind immediately became calm and peaceful, filled with a sense of holiness and serenity. This feeling is dozens or hundreds more intense than the realm emanating from the arrival of the two-winged angel Ericl. times.
What is even more frightening is that the aura of this terrifying and huge holy power is unique, that is to say, it is all emanating from one person.
Could it be that the four-winged angel Tyrell really came in person? Otherwise, I can't imagine anyone else who can exude such a pure and holy atmosphere.
The four-winged angel is equivalent to the existence of the three demon gods. No, if it is Tyrell, it surpasses the three demon gods. As the patriarch of the angel tribe, the seraph Michael, there is also the deputy patriarch, the quasi-seraph Jia. Under Bailie, Tyrell, who is known as the most powerful person in the Four Wings, heard that he once escaped unharmed despite being surrounded and suppressed by the three demon gods.
His strength is recognized as the first among the four-winged people in both heaven and hell. He is ranked fifth in the three realms, just below Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer and Satan. And because his wings are different from other angels, Tyrael's is the touch of light...oh no, it's the wings of light, so he is called the light-winged Lao Wu, or the bare-armed Lao Wu for short. Within the angel clan, he is respectfully called Wu Ye. It is said that he has a dragon-shaped tattoo on his left arm. Wearing a Texas Chainsaw Massacre mask on his face, he was dancing with nunchucks in one hand, stained with the blood of countless gangster brothers.
By the way, the following words were written by me myself.
I don’t know what’s going on in this space. When I finished my sex, I couldn’t see the end. However, Carlos next to me seemed to be more anxious than me. The look on his face made it look like I couldn’t help but lead the way with my steps. With the lukewarm Fara clipped around his waist, he performed Shunpo.
After a while, the surrounding milky white holy mist became thicker, and the aura coming from the opposite side became more and more astonishing, almost making me feel like I was worshiping.
Soon, Akara's figure appeared in front of us, and standing next to her was a four-winged angel with two pairs of wings on his back.
But it's a pity that it's not Tyrell, because his wings of light are so recognizable that almost no one in the three realms knows about them. Although the angel in front of him also has four wings, he has ordinary white wings.
However, although this four-winged angel is not Tyrell, the aura he exudes is really terrifying. Before I saw it, I thought about getting an autograph from him and selling it to those Lu Gaoyin rich people. The oily rich man is probably worth a lot of money, but now that I look closer, I have no idea of mischief. I just feel that my soul is affected by the ubiquitous holy breath, and even my steps can't help but move. Much more relaxed.
There is absolutely no doubt that the five-meter-tall giant four-winged angel in front of me can easily kill myself in the blood bear posture. Even if I face the second-winged Ericl, I dare not say that I can beat him, but I feel somewhat confident, but facing the four-winged angel in front of me, I can only say that the difference between the two-winged angel and the four-winged angel is really huge. It seems that there is another big threshold from the two-winged angel to the four-winged angel. .
"You are the contestants in this final, Carlos and Wu Fan. Very good. As first-world adventurers, you performed very well."
The four-winged angel said in a majestic voice, which sounded like the ringing of bells in the ears, solemn and making one's brain buzz.
"I am Caial, Quasi-Quarterpian. Nice to meet you."
Then, he added something that shocked me. Is this guy just a Quasi-Four Wing? Just being a quasi-four-winger already made me feel insignificant and powerless. What would happen if Tyrell came? Could it be that I would feel inferior and directly choose to commit suicide?
My ordinary brain was completely unable to calculate it, and I immediately crashed. At the same time, I had to admire Akara for being able to sit in front of the pressure of such a strong man for so long, with a smile on his face. Is it great? Didn't the Eye tell the person next to her that just one hair could directly wipe out her soul?
"You all performed very well this time..."
After Gaiyar finished speaking, it was the turn of our immediate superior, Akara, to speak. He boasted so fiercely that I felt embarrassed, but I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that Akara glanced over here from time to time. The smile seemed to imply "what price should I sell this kid for?"
Carlos's face calmed down, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind. It could be seen that he didn't pay attention to Akara's long-winded mandarin.
After a while, Akara ended his speech without finishing his speech, and added his lips and announced: "Then, now let's invite Carlos, the winner of this competition, to come up and receive the reward."
It wasn't until these words were heard that Carlos came back to his senses. His body shook violently, as if he was welcoming something solemn, and he strode forward.
"Angeliel."
Following the command of the quasi-four-winged angel Caial, a female angel with an indifferent expression slowly walked out from behind her, holding ten exquisite crystal vials that seemed to be carved with diamonds and inlaid with gold rims. , you can vaguely see that the bottle contains half a bottle of transparent luminous potion, which makes the already exquisite bottle exude a faint light.
Those transparent liquids are probably diluted sacred water.
However, these ten gold-encrusted crystal bottles and the sacred water inside, although attracting attention, also dimmed a bit in front of the female angel named Angelil. Her appearance was too dazzling. Compared with other female angels, she stands out. The only flaw is that her expression is too cold, like a robot without emotions, even worse than the three princesses.
Of course, no matter how beautiful the angels are, in my eyes, they cannot compare to Vilas and the others. After a few words of praise in my heart, I turned my eyes to the others out of boredom. At this glance, I could see something was wrong.
Carlos, who had become very calm, suddenly had a dramatic expression on his face - shock, surprise, disbelief, doubt. At this time, he gave me the feeling that he was no longer the one who seemed to be indifferent to everything. He is not an indifferent paladin, but a huge volcano with raging passion that is about to erupt.
His excited eyes were staring motionlessly at the face of the female angel. Could this be the legendary love at first sight?
However, under Carlos's fiery gaze, the female angel, who was still unconscious and as if she was a puppet, had a remarkable ability to remain calm.
"Carlos!!"
Seeing Carlos take a step forward suddenly, as if he was about to make some move, Akara's voice rang out, with a gentle sigh, but full of majesty that could not be resisted.
Carlos seemed to wake up a little after being shouted at. He stepped forward and stopped, his eyes still not leaving the other person's face. Tears were shining in the corners of his eyes, and his lips were trembling. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a thousand words. He looked like he didn't know where to start.
"Player Carlos, this is your reward."
The female angel handed over the ten bottles of sacred potion in her hand. Her voice was clear and sweet, but like the cold wind blowing from Harrogath, it was cold and emotionless.
"Angeliel, what's wrong with you? It's me, it's me, Carlos!!"
Carlos showed an expression of disbelief for a moment, and the tears in the corners of his eyes finally couldn't help but flow down from his blood-stained face. His lonely look, coupled with the tattered armor stained with blood, looked like... After a bloody battle, he comes back full of joy, only to find that all his family members have been killed in the war. Even adventurers who are used to seeing joys and sorrows can't help but feel sad when they see this.
"I am Angeliel, but I don't know you."
The female angel named Angelil said with an indifferent expression like a robot, and then almost forcedly pressed ten bottles of sacred potion into Carlos's trembling hand.
"No, this is impossible. You are Angelelle, my wife. I still remember your breath and your taste clearly. It is impossible to admit it. Tell me why, Angelelle, why Are they those damn angels who refuse to recognize me? Don’t be afraid, even if I risk my life, I will be with you. Didn’t we make a promise at the beginning? Angelil!!?”
Carlos said loudly in a tone that was close to incoherent, grabbing Angeliel's hands with force, his eyes full of determination and hope, as if he thought that by saying this, the other party would shed tears, with a sweet smile that made him enchanted just like before. The sound rushed over, yes, the same as before.
However, as time passed by, the hopeful expression on his face gradually stiffened.
At this time, other people's expressions were also diverse.
There was no expression on Caial's hazy face, but a faint smile could be detected. Another two-winged male angel stood behind Caial with an indifferent expression. Act like I don't know anything.
Akara, the old drunkard and the miser had endless sighs on their faces.
As for myself, although I can't see my own expression, it should be a look of confusion.
"What on earth is going on?" I asked quietly to the old drunkard standing aside.
"Angeliel, a two-winged angel from the angel tribe, was seriously injured during a mission decades ago and suffered temporary amnesia. She met Carlos and finally got married and lived together for five years. Finally, she was discovered by the angel tribe. I have already recovered my memory, and returning to heaven is that simple."
From the old drunkard's mouth, he spit out an extremely formulaic and bloody answer that seemed to be read according to the words in the official document. But seeing Carlos's bloody figure, thinking of everything he had paid for this, and the tears that kept falling on his face. Tears, but I couldn’t complain at all.
