Diablo Destruction

"Sorry, I lost."

Returning to the special seat, Hadamas seemed a little ashamed of the many werewolf compatriots who had high hopes for him, but he was eliminated in the first round. Facing Chris and the others, he lowered his head, not knowing what to say. What would be good.

"It's okay, it's okay, Hadamas, you've done a great job, it's just that your opponent is too strong. We are in the clear, so you don't have to blame yourself."

Chris's smile was still bright and full of hypocrisy, as if they had won instead of losing, and then looked back with an even bigger smile in his eyes.

"Elder Fan's strength is indeed extraordinary, and he is still so ruthless, huh hehe——"

He was referring to the time when the little fox competed to recruit a bride. When I first appeared in the third game, I also ruthlessly killed the werewolf warriors who came from afar to "rob the bride" in an instant, and then in the fourth game I fought with Hadama. Sri Lanka duel.

"What the hell, I'm still far from being a master." Sensing the weird look on Chris' skinny face, I responded cautiously.

"Elders don't have to be humble. It's really enviable for the league to have a talent like you, haha!!" While smirking, he turned back to look at the field. From an angle that I couldn't see, this guy seemed to mutter something.

(Quietly) "Tch, let us werewolves lose face and instigate Lena to stab him another day."

"..."

This fake smiling prince finally reveals his dark side? It must be that my ears were hallucinating. I returned to my position confused, with a small, sleepy ghost under my arm.

"Good job, boy!!"

The old drunkard came up to me, patted me on the shoulder and laughed. His whole body, including his exposed teeth, shone like gold coins.

This bastard would be kind enough to come over to congratulate me? That's weird, no need to ask, it must be because I won and made a small profit by buying it, so you are so happy, you bastard.

Humph, this guy probably doesn’t know that the old fox Akara has already issued a debt collection order to the bar owner. After the martial arts competition, she will know what hell is. Those bar owners are not vegetarians. They cry and make trouble. Hanging yourself three times is a special skill. I thought back when Sister Sharna and I burned down the entire bar, we had to pay immediately.

I gave the old drunkard a pitiful look. I took the list of game procedures from her hand and took a look. The first three games were over. I, Carlos, and a second-hand elf archer whose name I didn't remember had successfully entered. Quarterfinals.

Round four was quickly approaching, and I quickly glanced down the list and rolled my eyes.

"Did you really not do anything wrong in the top 16 matches?"

I don't want to doubt it, because Baby Linya is also one of the planners of this martial arts tournament, but this list of names really cannot help but make me think too much, it is so harmonious.

Among the top sixteen, everyone privately considers them to be strong, including the three giants of the Fallen Alliance, Sister Sharna, me, and old man Muradin can barely count as half, a total of five and a half... uh, six, and the other ten Famous players, such as Hadamas, are on another level.

On the battle list, surprisingly, none of the six of us met in pairs. Our opponents were all players of another level. If it were a competition held by other races, I might still regard it as a coincidence, but the organizer It's the old fox Akara and the others, so I can't help but associate the word "cheating" with them. Besides, they already have a criminal record in the knockout rounds.

"How is that possible? Hahahaha~~~, didn't you draw the lot yourself? That's fair, just and open." The old drunkard's heart stopped for a moment, and then he laughed in an exaggerated way.

"No, no, no, you don't have to use it to deceive people. Although we drew the lottery personally, it is not difficult for you to do tricks. There are at least ten kinds. Method, what I said is right."

I stared hard at the old drunkard, watching the rain of cold sweat on her forehead.

"Well... I have something else to do, let's talk about it next time, let's talk about it next time, hahahaha~~" With an exaggerated laugh, the old drunkard left the scene at an exaggerated speed.

"..."

Sure enough... Baby Linya, you must not follow these bastards' bad example.

"Woo~~"

At this time, the little ghost who had been lying in my arms woke up from the out-of-body state with a mournful cry. He raised his head and looked at me with sinister eyes, tears shining in the corners of his eyes, and said in a decisive tone.

"You scumbag devil!!"

"Then I'd better keep rubbing your face from now on. I've created the new Wu's Triple Speed ​​Thousand Buddha's Hands. Do you want to try it now?" I looked at the little ghost's hand with evil intentions, and it felt so smooth and soft. His face was scanned.

"Wow!!"

Probably too scared to speak, the little ghost let out a signature cry, and quickly pressed his face tightly with his two small hands, revealing a squeezed, funny and cute face. Then he shook his head desperately.

"Then it's better to be Hu Zha."

Looking at the little guy's cute appearance, if there weren't so many people, I would definitely kiss him on those lips a few times, hold him in my arms and rub him for a while.

"Woo~~"

The little ghost who was at a disadvantage, screamed sadly, and for a long time, she stared at me with the eyes full of conspiracy that you were waiting for me to see. The eyes were so sinister that I felt that if I slept with her tonight, When you wake up tomorrow, your whole body will definitely be covered with tooth marks and there will be no skin left on your body.

Forget it, I’d better go to Sarah’s room and sleep tonight. I shuddered and decided that I wouldn’t be tempted by the beauty of this lustful saint tonight.

While I was talking, the fourth game had already begun. Muradin, who was drawn with the eighth pick and was as happy as a monkey, faced off against a barbarian.

The barbarian was tall and mighty, not much shorter than Seatlek. He held two golden two-handed swords, a golden excellent helmet, golden combat armor, golden light metal boots, and a golden belt for murder and arson. The whole body is golden, and combined with the figure that is stronger than a bear, and the naturally aggressive and fighting aura of a barbarian, he is simply more of a god of war than a god of war.

I just don’t know how much of this golden outfit, except for the two golden two-handed swords, was borrowed from teammates or other teams. As for weapons, adventurers generally will not borrow them from others unless they are It's very suitable, otherwise they would rather have slightly inferior attributes and use the weapons they are familiar with so that they can better display their skills. The equipment is always a foreign object.

With a long jump, this golden barbarian who looked like a god of war turned into a parabolic black shadow like a cannonball and jumped directly to the ring. In his hands were two giant swords that were one meter and a half long and as wide as an adult's palm. He raised it high above his head, and accompanied by the barbarian's rough and heroic roar, with a "clang" sound, the two sword blades crossed and struck each other, making a deafening crisp metal collision sound, and even the air seemed to be struck into waves like waves. The voiceprint continues to expand outward.

The barbarian's heroic appearance aroused the emotions of the surrounding audience, especially the militants, who were all excited, raising their fists high and shouting with red faces.

This barbarian... seems to have some impression...

I tilted my head and thought about it. Numerous examples have proven that I am not a person with a strong memory, especially for things that have nothing to do with me. It goes in one ear and out the other. With not many brain cells, I will always be wise. It is better to clean the system garbage once every day when you sleep to avoid overloading the brain's memory system.

I don't want to be brainwashed by some weird church once a year, and then run away and meet some weird people, hmm.

Closer to home, even though we are such people, this barbarian can leave an impression in our mind, which means there must be something special. After thinking hard for a while, I suddenly patted my head and finally knew why I remembered this. Guy.

Do you still remember that this morning, Lal’s three boys came over happily to eat and told me about gambling? At that time, apart from Muradin's poor old boy, his funny portrait, and his pitiful odds, it was this barbarian who impressed me more deeply.

First, in the portrait, he is wearing golden armor, tall and mighty, with melancholy eyes and vicissitudes of temperament. He and the other portrait of Muradin, who is funny and drunk, are two completely contrasting teaching materials.

Probably also due to the tall image in the portrait, the support rate of this barbarian brother is also unexpectedly high. The odds are so low that he is second only to Sister Sharna, Seike and others. You can tell at a glance that he is Below the expert players, he is far above me, a guy who is "stupid and cheerful, without any master's temperament or power" (the comment under the portrait, the handwriting looks a bit like that written by that guy Farah, am I being careless?) .

Of course, if it were just this, it would not be enough for my brain cells to retain his information and impressions for half a day. The main reason why I remember him is because of his name.

Naais...

By the way, in the original world, I was a firm "Libai" party when it came to dish soap.

My mind wandered, and when I came back to my senses, I thought the game had already started. When I looked at the field, I found that there was still only Naais, a very clean barbarian, who was constantly shouting and greetings to the surrounding audience. Showing off one's strength and showing off one's power clearly exposes the barbarian's tendency to be in the limelight.

What about Muradin? Are you still lying on the bar table sleeping with a hangover? No, I clearly saw him coming with other dwarves this morning.

At this time, a sudden burst of laughter erupted from the other side of the arena. I used visual magic to get a closer look, and I couldn't help but be amused.

Muradin, who was fully armored and with a big hammer stuck on his back, was running towards the ring with a huff. His short limbs and short head were put inside the armor, just like forcing a big winter melon into his clothes, saying, It's ridiculous, that portrait really doesn't slander him.

Then, when faced with a five-meter-high stage that was four times as high as him, he failed to jump up gracefully like Naais. Instead, he pushed hard as if it was very laborious, and he was too short. The body suddenly jumped up.

But maybe his legs are too short and his jumping ability is not enough. In addition, the slut is wearing a full set of heavy armor, and there is a big hammer on his back that is bigger than his body alone. Although a big hole was created in the ground by the powerful force, which indeed showed the powerful power of the dwarves, but...

When Muradin's body rose to its highest point, he sadly discovered that the edge of the ring was still about one centimeter away from the longest middle finger on his short, stubby arm raised high.

The distance of one centimeter is the dividing line between success and failure. With his tyrannical strength, Muradin stayed in the air for a moment at the highest point, clenching his teeth, eyes widening, and his neck stretched red and thick with constipation. He seemed to be trying to lengthen his head by one centimeter out of thin air, so that he could reach the edge of the ring.

But no matter how powerful he is, he can't forcefully make his body taller by one centimeter in an instant. Otherwise, if the dwarf holds it in once or twice a day, he will be taller than a barbarian in less than a year.

Therefore, Muradin's eyes went from glaring with all his strength to gradually becoming discouraged, until they became sad and desperate, and his body in mid-air was gradually sinking.

"bump!!"

The strong Muradin, the brave Muradin, the wise Muradin did not give up. His whole body bowed like a grasshopper, completely sticking to the edge of the ring in a large shape, as if he wanted to take advantage of it to jump up.

But this tragic dwarf had no choice but to find that the edge of the ring was too smooth and vertical, and he couldn't use his strength at all. He just paused and continued to slide down while rubbing the edge.

Muradin cursed those angels for making the arena so smooth, and slid along the edge, finally landing successfully with a pop on his butt.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The adventurers on the field all held their breaths and watched Muradin's funny struggle. When he finally fell to the ground, whoever started it, the roar of laughter suddenly flooded the entire field. It was even louder than the Harrogas-level knockout just now. At the beginning, everyone was shouting loudly and loudly.

"Puff-puff-"

I suppressed my laughter and kept making huffing and puffing noises. If Akara next to me hadn't kept winking at me, telling me to hold it back, I would have burst out laughing.

The special seats for the dwarves are not far from us.

The little ghosts and the others had different identities, so they laughed unscrupulously. Even the kind and gentle Vilas couldn't help but pursed her little mouth and buried her little face tightly in my arm. She was also Princess Sanwu. , sitting aside blankly, her beautiful face, which was no less beautiful than Sarah's, was still as dull and lifeless as a doll, but her long fingers were constantly pulling at the poor grass on the ground.

Look at Akara and the Fake Prince, tnnd, I finally understand why these old foxes always keep smiling, because once they encounter such an emergency, even if they smile, it will be natural, and others will not be able to tell it at all! !

As for the little fox, her expression was normal, except that the big brown tail at the back, which looked very warm at first glance, swung nearly twice as fast as usual.

The elders of other clans also have different ways of venting their anger, and all kinds of things in the world can be seen in one smile.

The only ones who can't laugh are the dwarves. It is estimated that after returning, Muradin's son, Tualatin, the current dwarf king, will have to drag him out to parade in public. Think about Tualatin and the ten dwarf elders. With a fiery personality, this is not impossible.

Muradin, an old man with such a thick skin, rubbed his red nose and completely ignored the ridicule surrounding him. He shook his beard a few times and muttered something. Then he took a deep breath and used all his strength. Kick again with half your strength.

The laughter on the field stopped in astonishment, and they all stared at Muradin attentively to see if he could bring laughter to the audience again. Unfortunately, this time Muradin learned his lesson from the previous time and reached the edge of the ring without much effort. Then hehehe turned over and climbed up.

Facing him was the big smiling face of the barbarian Naais. He stretched out his big hand, and it seemed that with his huge palm, he could completely trap Muradin's head.

"Brother, would you like to give me a hand?"

Naais showed a shining smile to Muradin, but Muradin didn't appreciate it. The fool also knew that Naais was teasing him, otherwise why didn't he come to help him for the first time and make him "little" embarrassed? Got a face?

After standing up, Muradin patted the dirt on his palms and slapped Naais's big hand away: "Go, go, who is your brother? You were my predecessor. When I was the king of the dwarves, you were still sucking milk. .”

Then he walked toward the center of the field with his head held high.

Naais, whose "good intention" was rejected, scratched the back of his head and looked at the other person's seemingly aloof back. He couldn't figure it out in his mind. According to the data, this short winter melon is indeed one or two hundred years old. He can be his grandfather. That's almost enough.

But is this really something that can be used to show off pride?

Naais' head was confused, but he followed suit. He and Muradin were 100 meters apart, facing each other in the center of the ring. The angel referee who had been waiting for a long time coughed a few times, asked the two sides in a formulaic way if they were ready, and then made a big move. One wave.

"Level 61 dwarf giant warrior, versus level 62 barbarian Naais, the game begins."

"Come on, let me see, grandpa, how much weight you have on this big guy."

As soon as the angel referee flew into the sky, Muradin pulled out the hammer behind him with one hand, then stretched out the other hand, hooked four fingers side by side at Naais, and said provocatively.

With a "whoop" sound, Muradin waved a heavy hammer with one hand, making a dull sound of wind whistling, and a shallow mark was blown on the ground.

The audience on the field couldn't help but gasp. Although they knew that the hammer was very big when it was carried on Muradin's back, it was only now that Muradin pulled it out that he could see the full picture.

The handle of the hammer is made of fine steel, and is connected to a giant square iron knob. It is estimated to be one meter and two meters high. The bottom of the hammer is square, with a side length of nearly half a meter, and sharp corners. Although there is no aesthetic sense at all, it is The solid sense of weight gives people a sense of heroism and power like a heavy sword without a sharp edge.

If he were hit with a skill by this hammer, any assassin of the same level but with less health would be instantly killed on the spot! !

What is the concept of instant kill at the same level? Even barbarians can't say they can kill mages of the same level with one move, but dwarf warriors can.

Everyone couldn't help but start to re-evaluate this funny old dwarf. Some people, seeing Muradin swinging the hammer as easily as a knife, fork and chopsticks, couldn't help but secretly worry about whether they made the right choice by suppressing Naais.

The two two-handed swords in Naais's hands were already very huge in the eyes of ordinary adventurers, but compared with the hammer in Muradin's hand, they looked like two chopsticks placed together with a hammer, making them look fragile.

But Naais, who is nearly three meters tall, is more than twice as tall as Muradin. One big and one small, one small and one big. The small one holds the big one, and the big one holds the small one. The contrast is very abrupt, which makes everyone They couldn't help but hold their breath and pay attention to this asymmetrical battle.

After the game started, Muradin, who was much shorter, took the lead in provoking the opponent.

Naais looked calm and was not irritated by Muradin's words. He was able to reach the top 16 except for a little luck (he did not meet perverted monsters like Carlos in the knockout round. It was normal for him to reach the top 16. A level player must be somewhat lucky), coupled with solid experience and skills, and excellent equipment, it is also due to his calm and calm heart that is inconsistent with his rough appearance.

Before the game, he had already inquired about the information of the top 16 players. He felt that he was inferior to the likes of Carlos and Seattle. Unless a miracle happened, there was no hope of winning.

But being in the top two or top four is more glorious than being in the top 16.

Therefore, he focused more on players who "seemed" to be on the same level as him, including Muradin.

The dwarf giant warrior is a special profession of the dwarves. This is no longer a secret, but he doesn't know what is special, so he can only compare it with the information of ordinary dwarf warriors.

Barbarians are known as the kings of melee combat among the seven professions. Their attack power is unrivaled, but they seem to be inferior to the dwarves.

Dwarf warriors have high attack and defense. They are almost like a mobile melee fortress. If there are any shortcomings, of course there are some. No profession is perfect, and that is their speed and attack frequency.

In fact, among the players that Naais considered "at the same level as himself", the one he was least willing to face was this old dwarf who looked funny but was actually difficult to deal with.

The barbarian, the king of melee combat, and the dwarf warrior is also a melee mobile fortress. Moreover, the attack and defense of the dwarf warrior are steadily superior to the barbarian. There is a faint taste of professional restraint. Naais has always been very confident about his melee strength. He was very confident, but in front of this old man holding a big hammer that could only be held with two hands in one hand, he really didn't feel confident.

If you were a mage, Amazon, or assassin, you wouldn't have to worry so much. Damn it, you met the opponent you least wanted to meet. Is this a test for yourself by Bulcasso?

Faced with Muradin's provocation, Naais's face became calmer and calmer. He held his big sword-decorated hands and began to bang them. He took a deep breath and decided to follow the original tactics to deal with Muradin and win the battle. victory.

Faced with the powerful attack power of the dwarves, he decided to give up his best close combat skills and take advantage of the dwarves' slow speed to engage in speed combat.

Barbarians are actually very confident about speed. With the improvement of their jumping skills, barbarians can fly around like martial arts masters, and are even a few points faster than assassins in terms of pure speed.

This is indeed the best way to deal with Muradin. Naais has 80% confidence, but as for the opponent's special profession - the dwarf giant warrior, after seeing the strength of the werewolf tribe's special profession in the second game, he let him I started to feel confused...