Diablo Destruction

Hey, I said this is too disrespectful to the werewolf tribe. After all, my god-sister Lena is also a member of the werewolf tribe.

The barbarian was covered in golden armor. The golden light reflected the excited and bloodthirsty expression on his face, making him look particularly ferocious. He lightly wiped the hot blood on his sword, seeming to be enjoying himself but also regretting not being able to enjoy himself to the fullest.

Sure enough, as the old drunkard said, this guy was a fighting maniac. Fortunately, the werewolf warrior just fainted and did not cause a murder.

"Victor, Seattle the Barbarian."

In the quiet atmosphere where the surrounding adventurers gasped, the Angel Referee's announcement was particularly loud. At this time, the adventurers seemed to wake up and started whispering to each other. Some Harrogath adventurers who knew Seattle's name, There was even more vigilance in his eyes.

The two golden giant swords in his hands flashed and disappeared into the hands of this crazy barbarian. He jumped down from the ring heavily, and his body wearing heavy golden armor landed on the ground like a tank, triggering bursts of wailing on the ground, and then a loud roar. He stepped towards us.

A huge, beast-like aura came, causing the adventurers along the way to give way to a wide path. It seemed that even a slight brush with this heavily armed barbarian would cause serious injuries.

He came to me and the old drunkard, took off the golden barbarian-specific fanged helmet on his head, revealing a big face covered with tattoos. There was a deep scar from his forehead to his cheek, and a scar on the back of his head. It has a small braid, almost the same style as all barbarians.

The most conspicuous thing is probably his unruly eyes, which are like those of a ferocious beast. Although Sister Sharna's eyes are the same, if you want to describe them, her sister's eyes are more like a cheetah, full of wildness and passion. Attack power, bloodthirsty yet calm, elegant and arrogant.

Seattlek, on the other hand, is an out-and-out mad tiger, a ferocious tiger that goes crazy and seems to be able to brutally kill even its own relatives.

However, this brutal tiger's face softened after coming to the old drunkard.

"Teacher Kasha!!"

The big man Seatik grinned and gave Kasha a big warm hug without hesitation. The strength of a barbarian of over sixty levels is no joke. Even if Kasha is more than ten levels higher than him, it still hurts. He grinned.

"You are so awesome, why haven't you made any progress?"

Kasha raised his hand and barely reached Seattle's tall shoulder. He patted it a few times. His face showed a joy of seeing him again after a long separation. He took out the wine bottle and took a sip.

"Who said that, Teacher Kasha, my drinking capacity has increased greatly over the years."

Seattle Ke wiped his nose, took out a giant wine bottle that was exactly the same as the old drunkard's wine bottle, but several times larger. He also drank several sips, and then the two masters and disciples took the wine bottle from their mouths in unison. As soon as he pulled it out, a breath of white mist of alcohol came out, and he laughed wildly with his arms around his back.

What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice? It's true, but it's just a little strange. Why is Sister Sharna's drinking capacity so light? Could it be that under the cruel teachings of this old alcoholic in childhood, some kind of psychological shadow on alcohol was formed?

I can even imagine a scene like this in my mind - the cute teenage sister Sharna was caught laughing by an evil old drunkard, and the wine bottle was poured into her pink mouth. As he was pouring, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

At this time, Seattle's gaze suddenly fell on me. His ferocious gaze, which was as real as a beast, scanned my body up and down. If you are timid, I would be scared to death if you look at him like this. In the past, I had nightmares for months.

"This brat, he can be considered half of your junior brother, is even more unfilial than a brat like you. You have to polish him up, hahahaha -" Kasha obviously drank too much, and his words were a little sloppy. Tongue curling.

Go, go, who is half your student, half a sandbag is more or less, you bastard is obviously just looking for someone to fight with.

Seattle Ke stared at me with his bell-sized bull eyes, and suddenly laughed loudly. His big hands kept patting my shoulders, and a heavy sound of "dong-dong-dong-" sounded, and my feet gradually fell into the trap. Inside the soft grass mud.

I will never be acquainted with barbarians even if I am beaten to death.

"Yes, yes, he is an opponent. As expected, he has not lost Master Kasha's face."

After saying that, the expression on his face was suddenly filled with bloodthirsty fighting spirit, and he added lips, and that ferocious expression gave me the illusion that he would immediately pull out the giant sword and slash at me at the next moment. The tall figure exuded a fierce momentum, enveloping me in the attack range like a hill.

"I can't wait to fight you!!!"

I was not frightened by Seattle's futile changes. On the contrary, I was very moved. Master, I have met a comrade.

Those little fox guys all said that I don’t have the temperament of a master and can’t even scare children. That’s because they are blind. Look at Brother Seattle, he can see through the phenomenon and see the essence at a glance. He hides us deeply in melancholy. The master's aura was discovered in the eyes and the sighing beard. This is how to recognize a hero with a discerning eye.

At this moment, Seattle's ferocious expression as he looked at me like a man-eating tiger became innocent and cute in my eyes. A big smile appeared at the corners of his mouth involuntarily, and he grinned at Seattle.

"Of course there is no problem in fighting. I believe we will meet in the martial arts competition soon. However, there are more than just you and me in this competition. You have to take it easy and don't make me wait in vain."

After hearing what I said, the expression on Seattle's face was stunned, and then he laughed wildly: "Wow hahahaha - you are indeed a student of Master Kasha, your tone is crazy enough, I like it, I recognize you as my junior brother, hahaha ——”

"Hahaha, no thanks, it's just so-so." I also laughed.

"That's that, that's the student taught by me, Kasha, how can I not be a little crazy? Hahahahaha-" Kasha also giggled at the side.

As a result, the entire open space was filled with the idiotic laughter of a certain three people for a while.

The next moment, our laughter stopped in astonishment, our eyes suddenly turned, and we all looked to the side.

With his posture and steps as straight as a gun barrel, and his whole body covered in a black cloak, the tall paladin walked over step by step, just like a general on the battlefield, attracting the attention of all adventurers.

"Master Kasha, I'm here."

He stopped in front of Kasha, took off his cloak and hat, revealing a handsome middle-aged face that made me quite jealous. The thin face like a knife revealed a calm and heart-stopping expression, and those slightly visible eyes The eyes are gloomy and sad, but full of iron will, giving people a decisive momentum of thousands of troops and never looking back.

Although I don't want to admit it, this guy 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 kid is here too. This martial arts competition is going to be a good show." Kasha glanced at Carlos with one eye, took a sip of wine, and said with a leisurely expression.

This guy is not bad. Looking at him walking from the ring in the distance at a slow pace, I am afraid that the speed at which he can deal with his opponent is no slower than Seattle, or even a few points faster. What Carlos is best at is speed.

"Carlos, you can't escape this time, let's have a good fight."

Seattlek looked at Carlos, his whole body seemed to be on fire, his muscles tightened with excitement, and his heavy body armor suddenly expanded several points, exuding a hot and crazy heat.

I stared at Carlos closely, my eyes full of fighting spirit, and making eye contact, I pointed at him and said loudly: "I will never forget the shame last time. Just wash your neck and wait. "

Carlos was not aroused by my words. Compared with ours, those cold eyes were full of the complete opposite calmness and indifference.

However, I can feel that an unyielding and surging fighting spirit is slowly emanating from his calm expression, and he is facing off against the two fanatics me and Seattle Lake without any inferiority.

"I will win, I must win."

He glanced at the two of us and said in a very calm tone, but the determination and determination in it suffocated me and Seattle Ke.

"Hey, the last one is here too."

When the three of us were confronting each other secretly, the voice of an old drunkard sounded next to her. Following her gaze, a mage in black robes floated over slowly and quickly like a ghost.

"Lord Kasha."

Old Farah's unfilial apprentice, the mysterious mage who seemed to have a mysterious connection with his sister, gently bent over to the old drunkard.

"It's you, I remember, you're in the third round, right?" The old drunkard, who is the person in charge of the competition, seemed to have finally remembered, and said, patting his head.

"Roya, I didn't expect that you, a secretive guy, would actually come to participate in the competition. This is just the right time for us to have a good competition to see who is the boss."

The warm-blooded Seattle Cook is the last of the three giants and the one who claims to be the strongest. The smile on his face becomes happier and crazier. The more masters there are, the more excited he is.

"Roya, I didn't expect you to come too."

Carlos nodded lightly towards the other party, seeming to be slightly surprised by the arrival of this mage. Is it really that strange? Does this guy have "I actually don't want to come to the game" written all over his face?

"Even if it's you Luo Ya, I will never give up my first position to you."

Carlos seems to have some concerns about Roja's strength, but his tone is still full of unquestionable determination. Meeting gods and killing gods, meeting demons and slaying demons is probably the best portrayal of Carlos's heart now, although I don't understand why he I don’t know Carlos about being so persistent in winning the championship, but intuitively I don’t think he came here for those ten drops of sacred potion.

"Carlos, Seattle, I haven't seen you for a while, you are still the same."

The mysterious mage nodded to the two of them, and then glanced at me. I don’t know why, but I always felt that this mage looked at me in a weird way. It was really weird, and I didn’t hook up with her daughter.

"I'm not interested in the number one position, but if you stop me, I won't be polite." The mage named Roja glanced at us and said in a firm tone.

With different reasons for our obsession, the four of us faced each other at four corners and looked at each other. We all exuded huge self-confidence. As strong men, no one will doubt their own strength. No matter what obstacles are ahead, we will overcome them. Use your own hands to crush them one by one.

A storm is gradually brewing in the center of the venue. Adventurers with sensitive senses feel as if they feel the sky is pouring down, as if the end of the world is coming. Under the pressure of this storm that is about to brew but will not break out, there is even a sense of breathlessness. a feeling of.

"Are these four the strongest in this competition?"

Far above the grass, a pair of penetrating eyes were watching the storm, and a majestic voice carrying huge holy power slowly echoed in the air.

"How does the messenger feel?" Akara pursed his lips and smiled.

"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 a slight admiration.

"Yes, I hope that this time I can work hard to drive the hell forces out of the mainland." Akara smiled mysteriously, nodded gently, and his voice returned to silence again.

"Ahem, um... Roja, your game seems to be about to begin."

The old drunkard on the side coughed softly, interrupting this huge confrontation. Roja turned around again, nodded to the old drunkard gently, and then walked away.

"Tch, this guy is still not interesting at all." Seatlek spat slightly and muttered in a low voice.

"Hey, old drunkard, is that mage's name really Roja?" Seeing that everyone was no longer interested in playing cross-eyed, I turned my head and asked the old drunkard who seemed to be hiding something.

"Well... let's call it like this now." The old drunkard's eyes rolled a few times, clearly showing that he had something inside.

"What do you mean by 'this is what he is called now'? Does it mean that this is not his real name, Luo?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes in serious protest at the old drunkard's hesitant words.

"Let's put it this way. Anyway, if you want to know his real name, just ask him yourself, if he is willing to tell you." The old drunkard tilted his head slightly and started drinking, intending to avoid this topic.

"It's mysterious, isn't it just a name? What's there to hide? Like me, an upright man, I don't change my name or surname, Wu Fan." I said disdainfully, and then pointed at myself with my thumb.

"Go and ask in person, just ask in person, what's the big deal?" After saying that, he followed in the direction of the hidden-headed and exposed-tailed mage (Seattlek language) who pretended to be Luo Ya.

Of course, if you ask if his name is fake and see if his strength is real, I don’t think that the fake mage, together with the other two giants of the Fallen Alliance, would not tell his real name, but would tell someone like me even half a sentence. People who haven’t said that.

"Since I have nothing to do, I'll go take a look."

The barbarian Seattlek, arrogantly crossing his arms, followed carelessly, while the paladin Carlos, probably feeling bored, paused and took steps.

By the time we found the mage's arena, the game was about to start. He was facing off against a druid. Our old master, Amen, is such an unfortunate guy. Let's pray for him. I hope the impostor Roya can be gentle. a little.

When the angel referee announced the start of the game, Roja did not take any action. Facing the Druid from far and near, he stood quietly, not knowing what kind of expression was on the face under the cloak and hat. Mysterious look.

The druid was just stunned for a moment before he realized his dissatisfaction with his opponent's contemptuous behavior. With a big move, he used three mad wolves as cannon fodder, a poisonous flower vine that is half-assassin, and The erratic oak wise men flashed one by one, and then his body suddenly expanded and transformed into a werewolf.

The druid and the wizard were fighting against each other. In terms of the elemental system, it felt a bit like Guan Gong was playing with a big sword in front of him. This druid seemed to want to use the speed of melee group fighting, which is more common against mages, to greet the opponent.

From summoning a mad wolf to transforming into a werewolf, it only took a moment, seemingly a few minutes faster than me, which fully demonstrated this sixth-level druid's profound knowledge in summoning and transformation skills.

Roja was still standing quietly (in fact, I suspected that his feet under the cloak had not touched the ground), looking expressionless and expressionless, as if he didn't know that the druid had already rushed over with his ghost wolf. .

Quickly, very quickly, the three ghost wolves dispersed, circled around, and surrounded Roya together with the druid. The druid roared, and the figure suddenly accelerated again, running straight towards Roya. .

At this time, Roja seemed to have come back to his senses. He raised his right hand in the cloak at a thirty-degree angle and pointed slightly at the ground. Just when the druid was secretly vigilant, a ring of flames suddenly shot up from the ground, blowing away all the objects at all. With enough time to react, the druid, the three ghost wolves, and even the poisonous flower vines in the ground all rushed into the air.

He continued to raise his right hand. Following Roja's gesture, the sky above his head seemed to burn and turned red. The overwhelming wave of scorching fire could be clearly felt outside even through the protective energy shield of the ring. , not to mention the druid and his pets at the center of the red cloud.

Under the bright red firelight, Royana's figure covered by the cloak became taller and taller. In our eyes, he became a sun-like controller of flames. It seemed that he could start flames to destroy the world with just a raise of his hands and feet.

Countless hot red dots were formed in the burning sky. When we saw it clearly, we couldn't help but be dumbfounded. These red dots turned out to be the wizard's most basic skill, the first-level fire bomb. Everyone had a ridiculous feeling in their hearts. It was like seeing a small smoking stone pop out from the muzzle of a mighty large-caliber cannon.

However, these fire bombs are superior in number. They are densely packed all over the sky. There are hundreds at least, and they are still forming. As the saying goes, an elephant can be killed by ants, and its power cannot be underestimated.

With a slight clench of his fist, these fire bombs floating in the void, as if they had eyes, engulfed the Druid and his pet, tightly surrounding them.

What makes the adventurers even more surprised is that the power of these fire bombs seems to be condensed and not dispersed. They are not like other fire bombs that explode when they are touched. Instead, they gradually merge together like water balls, and finally condense. It became a huge ball of hot molten lava, completely enveloping the druid and those poor pets.

It seems to be a simple and casual technique, but looking at the sudden changes in the faces of other mages around you, you will know that it is definitely not easy to do this. Without an absolute thorough understanding and mastery of flame magic, it is simply impossible to do it.

When the magma ball was removed, there were no ashes left among the pets, and the Druid fell from the sky with his body charred and black, and passed out. Only the oak wise man with no attack power was left on the field. It innocently circles around its owner.

It's not that the druid is too weak, but that the wizard Roya is too strong. What seems to be two simple magics actually contain a lot of manipulation skills. That's why he can suppress the druid so easily, leaving him with no skills at all. Room for display.

"Victor, wizard Roja."

With the angel referee's loud announcement, Roja's figure lightly lifted, flew out of the ring, and disappeared from everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Tch, this guy really hid his head but only exposed his tail. That's all he showed." Seattlek smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and spat out the grass root he was holding.

Indeed, it seemed that apart from the fact that the imposter Mage Roja had reached an extreme level of control over flames, nothing else could be seen.

However, the two skills revealed are already incredible. The last move with countless fire bombs needs no further explanation. The previous move alone is enough to lift the druid high into the air. Make people alert.

What skills are derived from them? Is it the mage's fire wall technique? It's possible, but can the Fire Wall technique really do that? The power of that kind of eruption is faster and more violent than my ninth-level volcanic explosion, and it's several times faster.

If it were me, I wouldn't necessarily be able to hit such a fast Werewolf Druid with the Improved Volcanic Explosion, let alone hit his summoned pet as well.

Even if it happened to hit, it would not be so powerful that it could be knocked up dozens of meters in the air and fall into a brief state of immobility! !

The simpler something is, the more unfathomable it is to detect the other party. It can transform the mage's fire wall technique into a Druid volcanic explosion, and the power is more powerful and rapid than the authentic volcanic explosion. From this point of view, it is It can be seen that there is a huge difference between me and Yaluo in the field of fire.

Of course, there is no need for druids to compete with mages in terms of magic prowess. As mentioned just now, it’s just a matter of skill. Besides, there is still a twenty-odd level difference between me and Roya, and we have decades less combat experience than each other. , 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. Even if Roja is stronger than Carlos, I am more confident that I can defeat him.

There is no other way to have such confidence. The key lies in mutual restraint. Just as Carlos's speed flow can restrain my blood bear transformation, my blood bear transformation also has great immunity and resistance to flames. Yallo's flames No matter how powerful the magic is, it still has to put a few big discount labels on me.

Of course, my fire moves, including the blood bear energy cannon, will also do less damage to Yaluo. However, one irreversible advantage is that my blood bear state and life endurance are stronger than Roja, who is a wizard. Hundreds of times, if he messes with me, over time, the arm will not be able to twist the thigh, and he will only be defeated.

After learning this, I felt happy and looked forward to meeting Roja, the fake mage, earlier than my sister, so that I could teach him a lesson and vent my anger on my sister.

Having said that, the people in charge of the competition are probably Old Drunkard and Linya. Should we let them play a little role in the group stage of the top 16? Well, this is indeed a method that can be considered.