Above the hall, the light of the torch on the gray stone wall swayed slightly, lengthening its shadow and changing into different shapes.
A wisp of light smoke rises from the unburned pine oil and gathers on the dome of the hall. In the smoke, the dragon horns appear more mysterious and ferocious, as if they are still alive in those ancient legends and stories. Same as in.
The arena for the main competition was crowded with people on the three levels inside and outside. There was a buzzing and low-pitched voice, and from time to time there was a burst of exclamation, drowning out all other sounds.
Zhang Tianmiao is the only one who seems to be out of tune with everything here.
He lowered his eyebrows, lowered his head and concentrated on smoothing the cuffs of his sleeves with his fingertips, ignoring everything around him. After a while, he raised his head and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.
He saw his deputy walking over with a tall, majestic man like a giant tower. In fact, just by listening to the footsteps, he could tell that it was the owner of the hotel here.
The other party also saw him and nodded gently to him.
Zhang Tianmiao didn't even mean to return the favor.
"Have you found the person you are looking for?" Mazak then asked.
He spoke calmly and in a thick voice.
Zhang Tianmiao shook his head gently. "No, there are just a few tourists. In fact, it is unlikely that he will appear in El Paxin. We are just prepared for any emergencies - just think of it as a holiday from above, but it is purely unnecessary."
He put down his hand and then said: "Speaking of which, thank you for your help."
"Easy job," Mazak replied, "What about the other guests in the hotel?"
"We will find another way."
"That's good."
Zhang Tianmiao raised his head and looked at his old friend. He was not short, but he had to look up to see the top of Mazak's head. The men of Essia are all so tall and burly. According to legend, the ancestors of this tribe came from the wilderness of Istania, and the blood of the dark dragon flows in their bodies.
But they are also the sworn enemies of dragons, descendants of dragon slayers.
"I heard that you plan to transfer this hotel to the Silver Forest Spear?" He suddenly asked an unrelated matter.
But Mazak did not shy away from asking you, and nodded: "What do you think?"
Zhang Tianmiao shook his head. "I'm a soldier, you know we have discipline."
"Discipline means not interfering in the affairs between the indigenous people?"
"More or less, under the premise of legality, our principle is not to interfere in internal and external affairs. The same is true for major guilds."
"What if it's a guild from another country?"
Zhang Tianmiao sneered: "They can come and try."
Mazak glanced at him curiously. "You know that the Korin-Ithurians also have armies, but they are not like this."
The former raised his eyebrows: "We are naturally different from them."
"I'm very proud," Mazak replied slowly: "But what I need now is just the advice of a friend."
Zhang Tianmiao was stunned for a moment. "What's wrong?"
Mazak looked at the dome of the hotel. The huge dragon horn was hanging there, motionless. After a moment of silence, he said: "I'm leaving this place."
"Leave?" The former was a little surprised: "What's wrong, are you going back to Istania?"
Mazak shook his head: "I have things I must do, just like the sacred responsibility you have, Zhang."
Zhang Tianmiao suddenly understood and asked, "Is this why you took out the Ring of Golden Flame?"
Mazak's eyes moved to the stone platform not far away. The golden ring was placed on the tray. Several dwarves surrounded it, guarding the treasure vigorously.
"Although the Ring of Golden Flame is only my proud work in my early years, I have always kept it as a souvenir. Just like a daughter to her father, one day she will leave my wings and meet The person you like."
"Your tone is not as simple as leaving, it's as if you are making arrangements for the funeral."
"That's not too different -"
Zhang Tianmiao looked at him.
Mazak paused for a while before continuing: "The place I am going to is very dangerous, and I must settle everything before that."
When he said this, the former saw that there was no fluctuation in his dark eyes, as if he was saying: "A new cafe has opened at the corner of the street. I'm going to have a cup of coffee." Such a simple thing, just I have no intention of just going back.
His meaning was very clear. Once he left, he might not come back again.
Zhang Tianmiao suddenly said: "We have known each other for five years."
"Pretty much. I still remember your previous commander. I didn't have a good relationship with him."
"That's my old superior. He retired last year. You won't make me happy if you say bad things about him here."
Mazak smiled slightly.
Zhang Tianmiao was unusually serious: "Then let me give you a piece of advice. You must understand that we endorse every citizen, not just the big guilds."
"It doesn't sound like much difference."
"No, of course there is a difference."
"Can't you explain it more clearly?"
"It's discipline."
Mazak thought for a moment and nodded: "I understand."
There was another brief silence between the two.
Suddenly, a roaring exclamation like a tsunami came from the east side of the hall. Most people in the hall were attracted by it and glanced curiously. Zhang Tianmiao's train of thought was also interrupted and he raised his head to look in that direction.
"What's going on?" he asked his deputy with his eyes.
But at this time, Mazak had already looked over there and took steps to walk in that direction.
The deputy also replied with some uncertainty: "It seems to be the venue for the qualifying competition over there. Captain, something must have happened, right?" Zhang Tianmiao shook his head, glanced at the tall man's back, and waved to the deputy. He waved and said: "Let's go over and have a look."
After that, he also followed.
"Ah? Captain, wait for me!"
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The first round of the main competition is coming to an end.
Among the four contestants, they are from the Elpaxin Artisan Association, the Oak Knights of Tapolis and the Spear of the Silver Forest. The contestant from the Elpaxin Artisan Association is a young man in his twenties. Level 14 combat craftsman.
His opponent was Wu Di from the Silver Forest Spear. Although his level was lower than his, it was one-sided on the field.
Soon the young man's Walker III was knocked out by Wu Di's Shield Guardian II, damaging the structure. Although the health value had not been cleared, the young man admitted his failure openly.
After shaking hands with Wu Di, he walked off the field.
Seeing this scene, Tian Lan lay on the table and snorted disdainfully.
She had a very bad opinion of the two perpetrators who had hit Jita and still refused to admit their fault. Although Wu Di was not the main culprit, his attitude was not necessarily that good either.
Not only her, but Luo Yu who was watching the battle couldn't help but frown - but the reason for his frown was not because of this, but because the contestant from the Tapolis Oak Knights was about to lose.
The latter's opponent happened to be the boy who hit Jita before - according to Tian Lan, the main culprit among the perpetrators.
To be honest, they didn't expect that the two 'genius boys' on the Silver Forest Spear happened to be the two people they had problems with before. Moreover, the opponent showed off his power on the court, making the little French girl furious.
Luo Yu looked at Jita.
But Jita didn't care about the game at all. She was hanging her long eyelashes, holding a wooden cup filled with milk in her hands and taking sips. After noticing his gaze, the latter raised his head curiously, blinked and looked at Luo Yu in confusion.
There is also a line of white marks on the little mouth, which looks very cute.
"Red Leaf is going to lose."
"She didn't expect to win," Jita said in a gluttonous voice, holding the cup, "Those two are the two talented new combat craftsmen of the Seventh Regiment of the Silver Forest Spear who have been rumored for a long time. There is a gap between them. Too much."
Luo Yu nodded: "Indeed, the opponent is very strong."
Tian Lan was furious after hearing this, and stared at the two of them with crooked eyes: "Hey, what are you talking about? What are the strengths of these two guys?"
Jita was startled and quickly winked at Luo Yu.
But the latter didn't see it at all, and organized the sentence seriously: "Whether it is reaction, control power or tactical judgment, they are all superior choices. The key is that their flexible construction does not have the stiffness common to ordinary craftsmen below the second level. This It’s very rare.”
Tian Lan sneered: "Then how do they compare with professional craftsmen?"
Luo Yu was startled: "Of course it's incomparable. Even non-professional combat craftsmen of level three or above are definitely no match for them. But this is not a matter of level, but a matter of level."
"Then why are you bragging here? I think brother Ed can easily defeat these two guys."
Jita quickly pulled Luo Yu's sleeve.
But Luo Yu was still thinking and making judgments. He frowned and shook his head: "——I think it's difficult. The opponent's military magic furnace is very good, and it can even allow them to leapfrog and use complex structures like the Shield Guardian II. As for Mr. Ed, I don’t know what his level is, but the equipment is far behind.”
"What kind of hero is he relying on his equipment?"
"Equipment is also a part of strength," Luo Yu said earnestly: "And the magic furnace alone is not enough for them to control such a complex structure. In addition to their computing power, their own level should also be very high. "
After hearing these words, Jita knew she was going to die.
He sat back on the chair, crouching down cutely with his head in his hands, pretending that this had nothing to do with him.
Sure enough, Tian Lan was furious after hearing Luo Yu's painting. She slapped the table and stood up: "After all, you are trying to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. I didn't expect you to be such a person!"
The young man was stunned for a moment: "How do you understand? I am just seeking truth from facts!"
"To be honest, those two bad guys clearly bumped into Jita and didn't apologize. They didn't even have basic courtesy. How could they become powerful selectors? If all professional combat craftsmen are like this, then I would rather Brother Ed They are unprofessional combat craftsmen!”
"Okay," Luo Yu was about to speak, but the little French girl interrupted him angrily: "Luo, you don't want to join that Silver Forest Spear, so you're talking to these outsiders, right? "
Luo Yu was shocked, what is this and what, why is it related to whether the combat craftsmen are professional or not? Besides, what does it have to do with whether the selector is powerful or polite?
He quickly defended himself: "What are you talking about? I am a member of the Oak Knights of Tapolis. How can I join the Spear of the Silver Forest?"
"Oh -" Tianlan suddenly realized: "You are trying to express this, right? You and the Spear of the Silver Forest belong to the same Rainbow Alliance, right? They are indeed the same species."
Luo Yu was speechless.
He couldn't help but turn around and said to Jita: "Jita, please say something, this damn foreign woman is unreasonable anymore - Tata, what are you doing?"
Jita put the hood over her head and covered her ears with her hands, pretending to be an ostrich.
Anyway, he was used to such disputes.
When the dispute between the two gradually escalated, the third party here was finally awakened.
The Papalar crossbowman suddenly smacked his lips, sniffed, and muttered: "What does it smell like? It smells so good?" Then he opened his bean-like black eyes in a daze, and threw his arms around. Lying on the chair, with a bulging belly, he looked at the ceiling curiously.
While turning his chubby little head, he asked curiously: "Am I resurrected? What kind of temple is this? Do I believe in some kind of kitchen god or food god? Why does it taste so good?"
"Ah, I understand, this is the temple of the harvest god."
"There is no such god in Aitaria." Tata, who was sitting aside, said this carefully from under his hood.
Only then did Tian Lan notice that the former was awake. She couldn't help but scream and jumped up from her seat. She didn't care about arguing with Luo Yu. She ran over and grabbed the Papalar man's shoulders and asked, "You Are you awake, are you awake, Parker?"
Parker was about to be shaken to pieces by her, and he hurriedly stopped him with his short hands: "I'm awake, I'm awake, Tianlan, please stop, I'm already awake."
Only then did Tian Lan let go.
The latter looked around blankly: "This place looks familiar. Wait, isn't this the 'Traveler's Rest'? I think I recognize this place - the Hall of Dragons. Am I not dead?" "
"Dragon Horn Hall." Jita corrected him as the voice continued to come from under the hood.
Tian Lan happily said to him: "Of course you are not dead, Parker. It was Luo Yu who picked you up. You don't even know how brave he was at that time."
Luo Yu couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
"That's great," the Papalar man suddenly sat up from his chair: "Of course it would be better if you didn't use the word 'pick up', because it would make me feel like a bag of flour. "
"It's indeed similar." Jita's voice continued to come from under the hood like a mosquito.
But Parker just pretended not to hear and asked loudly, while grabbing the barbecue fork on the table with his short hand: "What about those brown weevils?"
"They're all gone," Tian Lan slapped his hand away: "Don't move, these are reserved for Brother Ed. He saved us all."
"Ed?"
"Brother Ed is a combat craftsman," Jita then lifted her hood and replied in a low voice: "He defeated the elder sister, and the rest of the people ran away, and those weevil beetles naturally retreated as well."
"A combat craftsman, isn't that the person Luo Yu admires the most?" Papalar sat back on the chair, stretched out his short legs, and asked curiously: "What about my dinner? "
Luo Yu's face turned red and he quickly denied it: "Mr. Parker, I just like the profession of combat craftsman."
"It's almost the same." Parker replied, looking around to see where his dinner was. He had just woken up and his stomach was already growling with hunger.
But Tian Lan grabbed his collar and said, "Don't look at it. You have more important things to do than eating."
"ah?"
"Come with us to inform sister Aitila."
"Wait a minute," Luo Yu hadn't reacted yet: "Fuli, didn't Miss Attila ask us...?"
"What do you want us to do?" Tian Lan looked at him dangerously: "Shouldn't we inform sister Aitila about such an important matter? Besides, Parker also wants to meet our savior."
"No, I don't want to," Papalar shook his chubby head hurriedly: "I just want to have dinner in peace."
Tianlan ignored him directly, and Luo Yu finally saw Jita on the side who kept winking at him. He was finally not a real fool, and suddenly understood.
So he nodded: "Okay, what you said is not unreasonable. I also want to see how Mr. Ed's game goes."
"I love you so much," Tian Lan couldn't help but excitedly hugged the latter and screamed, as if she had completely forgotten what happened before, and said excitedly: "Let's go, let's go find Sister Atila!"
After that, she grabbed Parker by the back of his collar and dragged the chubby little guy towards the crowd.
"Wait a minute," Parker said loudly, obviously not understanding the situation yet: "What are you going to do? Do you know the racial talent of the Papalar people? If they don't eat anything for three hours, they will starve to death? - Wait, Put me down!"
"Then you've starved to death twice today, Mr. Parker."
Jita followed behind, looking at the Papalar crossbowman a little pitifully.
"What I said is true!"
So Gita handed him an apple.
Parker picked up the apple and took a bite, then continued to protest loudly:
“A true Papalar would rather die than surrender and only eat barbecue!”
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