Diablo Destruction

When we arrived at the competition space venue, there was already a sea of ​​people inside. Although the space created by the angels, no matter how far away from the ring they were, they could use special visual magic to zoom in on the competition, regardless of whether they were standing in the same position.

But knowing this, most adventurers still came to the venue early to fight for the front position. This fully shows that the mentality of adventurers is actually very civilian, just like the tens of millions of people in the original world who like to watch. .

After placing the four Vilas in the "special seats" where Akara and the others were, sister Sharna and I, as well as fourteen other contestants, all walked into the arena and waited for everyone to watch.

In the entire venue, there were originally ten giant arenas with tens of thousands of square meters. The guys from the Angel Clan had put them together like building blocks to form a super large competition arena. At a glance, you couldn't even see the sides.

The grass under my feet is soft, but it seems to have been blessed by special magic. I wonder if it will affect my performance? This is a problem.

When we stepped into the ring one by one, the entire competition space erupted with the most intense cheers in history, and tens of thousands of blazing eyes focused on it. To be honest, this feeling of being stared at is not a good one, and Deng Deng The sense of glory on the podium is completely different. It is more like the feeling of a car model girl in cool clothes being teased with the eyes of those paunchy and obscene exhibitors.

Amid the thundering cheers, you can faintly hear that Sister Sharna has the loudest voice. As the only woman among the sixteen contestants, and a beautiful woman who has captured the hearts of many people, this phenomenon is not surprising.

What surprised me was that when I looked in the direction where Sister Sharna shouted the loudest, those adventurers who were shouting the loudest and were ardent fans of Sharna who would not hesitate to tear their own throats out, turned out to be all of them. The contestant who lost to Sharna's sister in the ring.

Could it be that the M attribute hidden in their hearts was finally stimulated after experiencing this competition?

With the druid's good eyesight, which is worth the peeping glasses in the girls' dormitory, I easily discovered that the guy standing at the front, holding a flag and shouting desperately, turned out to be the Saint who lost to my sister in the first round. Knight Hamas, the seven bright red characters "Long Live Queen Sharna" on the flag are particularly conspicuous.

Wait, there seems to be a string of small words in the lower right corner that says "The tasteless cloaked man wearing a tasteless cloak next to the Queen must die", followed by two big exclamation points to express determination.

"..."

Okay, you bastard, don’t let me see you in a deserted alley in the dead of night, where only dogs barking can be heard. Otherwise, with our max-level sap skills... I believe it. Kara wouldn't blame me.

After retracting his murderous gaze and "enjoying" the looks and cheers of the other adventurers, the old drunkard seemed to be awake and staggered up, holding a large box in his hand. .

"Well... I believe that everyone already knows the information about these sixteen players. If you don't know it, I won't know it better than you, so I won't introduce it more..."

It is indeed a very honest statement, but can such words really be said by the host?

Seeing that the voice gradually became quieter, the old drunkard seemed to feel a little proud. He felt that the creative opening he had been thinking about all night had an effect. He couldn't help coughing a few times to moisten his throat. His usually half-dead tone was rare for him to become excited. .

"Everyone must have been waiting very anxiously. That's right, the next step is the most exciting thing, the drawing ceremony of the sixteen contestants. Who will each of these sixteen strong men fight? Which eight strong men can win? Successfully promoted, have you bought the gambling tickets in hand? Everyone must be impatient. Ahem, let me state in advance that I did not gamble with the ten gold coins I saved. The alliance does not advocate this kind of thing. Unhealthy behavior, small gambling for pleasure, big gambling to make a fortune, do you understand? Gambling is bad..."

Once the interest arose, the old drunkard became ecstatic and chatted a lot. His face was filled with a red light that only an avid gambler can have, which made Akara's smiling face on the stage also appear. Gradually began to exude murderous aura.

"Linya should have been allowed to go in the first place."

Akara said to herself lightly, as for why Linya was not chosen, it was because she was gradually handing over the identity of the heir to the Edward family, as well as some affairs in the camp, and was gradually transitioning from a high-level manager to a private ordinary person. Being an adventurer and a wife is no longer suitable for such public appearances.

That boy Wu kidnapped all the good women. Akara sighed, and then said to a soldier next to him: "Instruct the owners of all the bars in the camp not to give us credit on credit for the next two months." Dear Mr. Kasha, the gambler, let’s just say that she made a fortune from gambling.”

He didn't know that he was about to be in a tragedy. He would have to face all the old drunkards from the bar owners who were crazy about collecting debts. He continued to spit for several minutes before wiping his mouth with unfulfilled content. If he was an adventurer who didn't know the situation, he would still I thought I had entered the wrong door and arrived at the scene of a large-scale gambling competition for the throne.

"Okay, without further ado, let's start drawing lots. You guys will come here one after another."

In fact, the old drunkard who had already talked a lot of nonsense waved at us in a pretentious manner, but she did have some pride.

Looking at the sixteen players on the field, Carlos and Seattle are her students, and Sister Sharna was brought up by her. Although I don’t want to admit it, I did learn a lot from her, that is She said that among the sixteen strong men present, four, or a quarter, were taught by her, although two unfilial guys had already betrayed the alliance...

She opened her mouth like this, and everyone came forward obediently and reached into the box she put on the stage. Muradin, the cheeky old man, was the most anxious, probably because there is a saying that "the one who smokes first has the most opportunities to choose." "The monkey mentality, so the short winter melon body rushed forward quickly, passed through the crowd, and took the lead in reaching into the box to start tinkering.

However, this guy had short hands, but the box was large and deep. Almost his entire shoulder was stuffed into it. With a grin on his face, Muradin finally touched the lot amidst the ridicule of the adventurers and pulled out a round ball from the box. stone with a horoscope written on it.

"Eight is good, eight is good."

Muradin smiled broadly and carefully stuffed the stone into his arms like a treasure. He glanced at us latecomers with a proud look. He really didn't understand what there was to be proud of. Could it be that people with low IQs are more optimistic?

Others were not in Muradin's good mood. They took out their own numbers from the box one by one. The battle method was very simple. Numbers 1 and 2, and numbers 3 and 4 were arranged in order. There was no such thing as a resurrection battle. The complex procedures, from the top 16 to the championship game, are all determined by one battle, so a careless move can easily lead to tragedy.

The person in front of me happened to be Hadamas, the seed player of the werewolf tribe. He drew a four. I smiled behind him and said, "This number is not very auspicious."

Hadamas turned back indifferently: "I don't believe in this, strength is the foundation."

"Really? Look at me." I put my hand in, fiddled with it a few times, and then took out a number three. Hadamas who didn't leave immediately laughed: "Look, my luck is not very good. Really? You can do it in the first game.”

"You will soon discover that meeting me for the first time was not luck." I grinned at Hadamas.

"I hope you have the strength to say this, and my hard work these days will not be in vain."

Hadamas also smiled confidently. Unexpectedly, this simple wolf boy who came out of the snowy mountains had an unexpectedly sharp mouth.

After the draw was completed, we also walked out of the ring one by one and gave up the battlefield to the two players No. 1 and 2. One of these two is a seed player of the fox tribe, a level 63 fox mage, and the other is an elf bow and arrow from the elf tribe. Hands, among adventurers whose strength falls within the "normal" range, they are all very good.

Hadamas and I returned to the special seats side by side and were greeted by the smiles of Akara and the Fake Prince.

"I didn't expect you guys to face each other in the first game." Chris, the prince of fake smiles, sighed in a fake gentle tone.

"It's fate."

Hadamas suddenly popped out a sentence that could be included in the top ten classic vulgar lines along with "Burn my little universe, punish you on behalf of the moon, meow".

"Although we are brothers, I still have to stand with the werewolves." White Wolf came over, patted me on the shoulder and smiled.

"Hmph, there's nothing to argue about. Anyway, you two guys have no chance of winning the championship."

The little fox on the side raised his head and said proudly with his tail raised, as if the champion must be our fox tribe. At this time, the competition between the seed players of the fox tribe and the elf archers has officially begun.

"Wu, are you confident?"

After everyone discussed it for a while, I returned to the alliance position and sat next to Akara.

"Of course there's no problem." I smiled confidently.

"Brother, keep working hard." Sarah, who looked like a little wife, handed the exquisite kettle to my hand with a sweet smile.

"Sir, are you still hungry? I made some snacks." Little Vilas gently opened the lid of the box in her hand, revealing a full array of neatly arranged snacks.

"Xiao Fan, come here, eat a diamond to replenish your energy." The little ghost rolled his eyes, and pushed a diamond to my mouth unwilling to be outdone, with a domineering look as if you don't want to eat to make you look good.

"..."

Do you want me to retire injured?

"Master, do you want to see...?"

The sleeves were gently pulled, and when I turned around, I saw the indifferent Princess Sanwu, who was also encouraging me in her own way - handing over a "strange" book.

No... no need. I appreciate your kindness. Although I read some h-books before the competition, my spirit will indeed be high.

I'm very happy for everyone's encouragement, but if possible, I really hope that the other half of the family can think a little closer to normal people...

Soon, the competition in the arena became intense. The players from the fox tribe and the elves tribe were probably not much worse than Hadamas. How can those who can enter the top sixteen be considered weak? The magic and arrows flying on the arena dazzled the adventurers, and they could hardly tell who was who.

But what is more tragic is that although the fox mage is not weaker than the elf archer, professionally, the archer has slightly restrained the mage profession. Although this restraint is not absolute, when the strength of both sides is similar, the archer has a slight restraint. , but gradually became prominent.

After more than half an hour of stalemate, the fox mage failed in one move, which made the adventurer regretful.

"Damn it, you idiot."

The only fox player in the top 16 was eliminated in the first round. The proud little fox no longer cared about Tianhu's demeanor. Under the pull and obstruction of several fox people, he kept throwing punches in the direction of the ring. Kicking his feet, two cute little tiger teeth were exposed, flashing with cold light.

"Do not worry."

I walked forward, patted the little fox's shoulder in a kind and comforting way, gave her a thumbs up, and flashed my white teeth.

"I will win the championship for you fox tribe..."

"Click——"

Before I could finish speaking, my outstretched hand was suddenly bitten by something sharp and hard. I jerked it quickly, and a row of tooth marks were clearly marked on my thumb, with a particularly deep tooth mark on each side. , aren’t they the little fox’s two eye-catching little tiger teeth?

"And...it's not because of you, a bad guy, that I...I just...hum!!"

The little fox bared its teeth and claws at me, muttering some incomprehensible words, and tried to pounce on me and bite me a few more times before it finally gave in.

"If you fox people lose, what does it have to do with me?"

I blew my aching thumb and rolled my eyes at the little fox. If I wanted to vent my anger on someone, I wouldn't have to make such a bad excuse.

Returning angrily, I met Lena in a wheelchair.

"Sister Lena, will you bless me?" I was heartbroken by the little fox, so I squatted down and held Lena's pale, cold hand, trying to seek some spiritual comfort from her.

"Brother Fan and Brother Hadamas, please work hard, I will bless you." Lena's quiet and pretty face gently revealed a smile, "Hey, what I want is not such a panacea answer."

"but……"

After a pause, Lena gently raised my big hand that was holding her to her lips, then gently touched the back of my hand with her gracefully curved thin lips, and gave me a blessing kiss.

"I will secretly give Brother Fan more blessings in my heart..."

"Lena, you can't twist your elbows outward." The prince with a pointed ear and a fake smile pretended to complain from the side.

"Brother Fan is the wolf god warrior of our werewolf clan. He is not an outsider. You think so, brother Chris." Lena tilted her head, a hint of mischief on her soft outline, which immediately made the fake smiling prince speechless. He kept muttering about the fact that the female university was not good enough to stay.

Finally, I gave a thumbs up in the direction of Vilas and the others, saying nothing. Then, with the angel referee’s announcement, Hadamas and I slowly stepped onto the ring.

The overwhelming cheers resounded again. After all, I am also a seed player in the alliance. More than 70% of the adventurers here are alliance adventurers. It can be said that I have the advantage of the home field. If the audience doesn't cheer warmly, why don't I Isn’t it weakening the alliance’s momentum?

However, among the loud shouts, there seemed to be a faint curse word or two of "Fuck me, the tasteless cloaked man". Is it my imagination?

Standing face to face with Hadamas in the center of the ring, all the sounds outside the ring seemed to be far away from us.

"I've been looking forward to this moment."

Hadamas clenched his fists, and the excitement and fighting spirit on his face were mixed together, making him look a little twisted and ferocious.

"Really? But I'm sorry, the opponent I expected is not you."

"Oh? Who is it?"

Hadamas was not angry because of my words, but showed an interested and questioning expression.

"Here, there he is, the cool guy with the stinky face." I pursed my lips in the direction of Carlos.

"It turns out it's him." Hadamas was stunned for a moment, and his expression became solemn.

"Although I don't know him, I can feel that he is a powerful opponent. My werewolf instinct actually sent out a signal of fear in front of him."

After a pause, Hadamas stared at me closely: "I have to say that you have chosen a terrifying opponent, but before that, you must pass me first!!"

"Of course, but to be honest, brother Hadamas, your strength is still a little weak now."

"Hahaha, you guy is here again. It was the same last time. You always wanted to use words to irritate me. This time I won't be irritated by your tactics."

Hadamas smiled instead of being angry, as if he had completely seen through my little trick.

"..."

These days, it’s rare for us to tell the truth, so why doesn’t anyone believe it?

"Two contestants, are you ready?"

The angel referee on the side seemed not to let the two of us chatter, looking for a gap to interrupt, and shouted loudly.

"Ready." "Of course!!"

Hadamas and I responded unanimously.

"Then I announce that the match between Level 39 Druid Wu Fan and Level 55 Werewolf Warrior Hadamas has begun."

After the formulaic announcement, the wingless birdman jumped up again and flew high into the sky. As his voice fell, the stadium that was originally filled with shouts seemed to be suddenly cast into a forbidden area. The magic is normal, calm down.

Level fifty-five? The last time I fought this guy, he was only level 49. He rose to level six in just half a year. This speed is almost catching up with Sister Sharna. Do the werewolves also have something special for Saiyans? Strange house?

"Oh, oh, watch, I'll let you feel the progress I've made in the past six months."

As the angel referee's voice fell, Hadamas instantly turned into a boy from a hot-blooded comic book. He leaned forward slightly, clenched his fists, and all the muscles in his body swelled.

Werewolf transformation! !

Werewolf fighting spirit - crazy fighting power! !

Bloodline - bloodthirsty and violent! !

A series of transformations gave Hadamas a major transformation. His body quickly expanded into a two-meter-tall agile werewolf. A hot and violent fighting spirit emanated from his body, shaking the earth. He felt an extremely strong air flow rotating. If it were an ordinary person, this fighting spirit alone would be able to blow him dozens of meters away.

At the same time, his green eyes gradually turned blood red. From the werewolf's chest to the heart, a pool of blood gradually spread, slowly wrapping around his limbs and face like vines, forming strange lines. The bloody tattoo totem, the claws were also dyed blood red, and it suddenly increased a few points, as cold and terrifying as four blood-stained bayonets.

The blood-based skills of the werewolf warriors, not to mention their power, are already frightening in terms of momentum.

This guy planned to fight tooth and nail from the beginning.

"Come on, let me see how far your strength has grown."

Hadamas, who was ready for everything, stretched out his bloody claws like sharp swords and gently pointed in my direction. His cruel and murderous eyes were filled with unshakable confidence.

"as you wish."

I smiled slightly, and in the surprised eyes of Hadamas and everyone else, I opened my big hand, and five summoning magic arrays suddenly appeared on the ground. A low and loud howl sounded from the summoning magic array, filled with endless majestic sounds. All the werewolves and druids, including Hadamas, felt an inexplicable throbbing in their blood.

Five snow-white giant wolves rose from the magic circle, their sharp eyes fixed on Hadamas opposite, and slowly gathered around one of them, a super-giant white wolf that was more than two meters tall.

The auras of these five white wolves seemed to be perfectly integrated. When they stood together, with the aura of the super-giant white wolf as the core, they formed a faint aura like a real sharp sword. , suppressing the storm of fighting spirit of Hadamas.

With the appearance of the five white wolves, the adventurers present were in an uproar again. Those advanced adventurers wondered how there could be such a powerful ghost wolf, while the novices who had lived in the camp in the past year or two exclaimed, these few Why does this ghost wolf look so familiar?

Of course, in the past few years, although I am not often in the camp (even if I am, I am still at home), Xiaoxue and the others have stayed with Vilas, going back to Rogge Camp from time to time for experience, and becoming familiar among the adventurers. , there may not be many adventurers in the camp who can recognize me, but when it comes to Xiaoxue and the others, everyone knows that in addition to the conspicuous giant body, Willas, Sarah, Little Ghost and Princess Sanwu are also The important factor is the elegant giant white wolf with four picturesque and beautiful girls sitting on it. Such a touching scene will surely be unforgettable for many people.

"Hey, aren't those those ghost wolves that often appear in the camp? How come they appear on the battlefield?"

"That's right. Aren't these ghost wolves summoned by the four girls? How could they be summoned by that druid?"

"You are stupid. Our four beauties in Rogge, Vilas, Sarah, Alice, and Miss Linya (Princess Sanwu, you have been ignored again), are all mages. How can they summon ghost wolves?" ?”

"Because she is a beautiful woman. Isn't it very romantic to have a guardian beast?"

Suddenly, the place was filled with questions like this.

Alas, as expected, few of the newcomers in the camp knew me. At this moment, I felt a little bit disappointed in my heart.