Diablo Destruction

After the quarter-finals, Akara also announced that the next semi-finals, the semi-finals, will be held three days later.

Although this decision was a bit unexpected, the adventurers did not feel regretful. Today's quarterfinals had a huge impact on them. It was far beyond what yesterday's top 16 could compare with. To use my words To describe it, it's like the difference between the National Football Youth Cup and the World Cup.

In the top 16, the battles between me and Hadamas, as well as Muradin and the very clean barbarian Naais were more intense, but in the quarterfinals, the battles between me and Muradin, especially Shar The shocking battle between Sister Na and Yaluo was not on the same level at all.

The three-day rest period is just for these adventurers to calm down, savor the aftertaste of the quarter-finals, and let those big gossips and small gossips vent their various versions of gossip that have been brewing in their hearts for a long time. They were yelling, swearing, and spitting. If the semi-finals were to be held immediately, their already pounding hearts would no longer be able to withstand the stress and excitement, and they would go on strike directly.

In the next semi-finals, only Wu Fan, the mysterious druid-cloaked man, Carlos, whose speed makes the assassin hide his face and burst into tears, Seattle, who is like a humanoid dragon, and the one who has successfully entered the pseudo-realm are left. , the unparalleled Sharna, no matter who these four people meet, it will be an extremely fierce battle, and the excitement will definitely be even better than the quarterfinals.

Among the four, Sharna has the loudest voice. The first reason is, of course, the male adventurer's "masculine nature" problem. The female adventurer also spares no effort to support the only woman who has entered the top sixteen. She can be said to be a man and a woman. It's hard not to become famous if you kill them all.

As for the second reason, it is more rational. Sharna has already shown everyone the strength of the pseudo-realm in the match with Yaluo. Although many adventurers have speculated that the other three among the top four are probably It may also be a pseudo-field level strength, but speculation is nothing but speculation, and there is still no peace of mind after actually seeing it. Anyway, Sharna is already a pseudo-field-level strength. Even if the other three are pseudo-field-level masters, they may not lose, let alone What if it wasn't?

So Sharna is supported by almost more than three-quarters of the adventurers, and the reason is obvious.

The day after the time entered the quarter-finals, Rogge’s camp became lively again as expected. The bar was filled with adventurers who couldn’t sit still early in the morning. The late-arriving adventurers simply found an open space. They set up a few tables, poured a few glasses of cold ale, then slapped the table with their big hands, and started squirting at each other. When it got more intense, they even lunged at each other with bared teeth and continued to fight with each other, speaking directly with their fists. It was pitiful. The Rogge soldiers are probably going to be very busy these three days.

The three Lal brothers came over early in the morning and tried to drag me onto the pirate ship to participate in the debate feast outside. Normally, arriving would have been a good choice, but now I don't have the time to listen to other people's bragging. And the protagonist includes himself.

After sending them away early, after breakfast, I hurried out and casually kissed Veras on her sweet little face, who had come back from cooling off her clothes outside, and touched her increasingly plump breasts, and then blushed. Veras, who was so exaggerated that she was smoking, chased her to the entrance of the Mages Guild with a pan.

Haha, you little fool, you are trying to catch up with me with the strength of a mage's feet. Let's wait until you learn how to teleport.

But, what to do for the next lunch...

Well, just take care of a few mouths outside. Sure enough, Vilas, who is in charge of the family's three meals a day, can't be messed with.

I lowered my cloak and hat and quickly moved through the bustling crowd. I originally thought that this way I would not be noticed by everyone, but I obviously miscalculated. Dozens of times more eyes than before fell on me.

It's impossible. Before I went out, I held Princess Sanwu in my arms and came out after soaking up her non-existence aura. Could it be... could it be that my original non-existence aura was swallowed up by her instead? , became noticeable?

I pricked up my ears, hoping to get a hint of information from the noisy and noisy sounds around me, like countless bald monks reciting Buddhist sutras in my ears, but I actually picked up the clue.

"Hey, look, that person is probably the Druid Wu Fan among the top four, right?" the adventurer said.

"Impossible, the camp is so big, how could such a big shot happen to be bumped into by us?" the adventurer said.

"You can't be wrong. Look at that cloak. Yes, that very eye-catching cloak. In these days, which adventurer still wears such an outdated cloak? It is said that the only one in the entire camp is the druid Wu Fan." The adventurer a very decisive tone.

"Really? From what you said, it seems like it is indeed the case. You see, the body shape is also very similar." Adventurer B's tone changed from doubtful to convinced.

"..."

At this moment, I suddenly and inexplicably realized the loveliness of "white lies".

Is it time for Willas to sew some other styles of cloaks?

My destination was the training camp in the north area of ​​the camp. I thought it would be a little cleaner since the students were on vacation, but to my surprise, it was actually more lively than the Adventurer Paradise.

First, the training camp is empty, which is just right for the adventurers to set up a few tables and argue in high spirits. If you want to use your fists, hands and tails, there is a martial arts arena nearby, which is simply more convenient than being in a bar.

Then again, what if the adventurer in the bar wants to fight with his fists?

"..."

Amen, pray for the "Xinxin" Rogge Bar again, and hope that after this tournament, its name will not be changed to the "Sanxin" Rogge Bar.

The second reason is that there is never a shortage of nostalgic guys in this world. Those adventurers who spent their childhood in training camps rarely come back. When they have the chance, they come here, point to the place where they used to live, and say Which scratches on which trees were carved by himself? There was even an adventurer who proudly claimed that he once jumped on the roof of the tent and peed in the wind like a golden rooster.

The result...of course I wet my pants, and the wind above the camp was blowing quite hard.

Listening to various anecdotes along the way, after about ten minutes of walking, I gradually arrived at the edge of the training camp. I could clearly see the small slope not far away and the quiet forest behind.

The strange thing is that even though the environment here is so good, no adventurer came here to make a noise. I scratched my head in confusion and walked towards the only small tent erected on the hillside that was particularly conspicuous. go.

This is the place where Sharna has been living in the camp. In the hearts of camp adventurers, this inconspicuous hillside and this ordinary little white tent are like the royal palace of the entire camp, the queen's palace. exist.

When I got closer, I happened to see the old drunkard coming out of it. Although I was surprised that this drunk guy could wake up so magically early in the morning, I still went up to him and said hello.

"How are you doing, sister? Are you still asleep?" I looked inside the ajar door and asked the old drunkard beside me in a low voice.

"No, that stinky girl is already awake. It's true. She's bouncing around so early in the morning. Please give me some consideration for the adults who want to sleep until night. As expected, she's still just a little monkey cub that hasn't been weaned."

The old drunkard yawned in response, squinting his eyes. The burgundy bangs on his forehead still had some indentations caused by sleep, as if he had not woken up at all.

"No, I think you are the only one who thinks this way." I complained about the old drunkard mercilessly, hesitated for a while, and then continued to ask.

"Have you told your sister about Yaluo?"

"Oh, you said Yaluo, you have already told her. I just told her. Although I also want to understand Yaluo's inexplicable inferiority complex and hide his identity, but things have already happened. The smelly girl has Power knows the truth.”

The old drunkard snorted, as if he had just remembered this matter, and responded casually. The faint sadness that Yaluo brought yesterday seemed to have been forgotten by her.

"I'm presumptuous, but I would like to ask how you explained it to your sister." Seeing the old drunkard's careless look, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Are you still asking? It's such a simple thing, hahahahaha-" The old drunkard laughed and gave me a thumbs up, his white teeth flashed with a confident light.

"The mage you fought with was your father. His real name was Yaluo. He died after using inherited magic to let you break through to the pseudo-realm. This is a perfect explanation."

"It would be even better if you were willing to let me punch you a few times now." I laughed eagerly, so much that veins appeared on my forehead.

"Repay the money. Hurry up and return the five gold coins I lent you last month." This is indeed the best way to deal with old drunkards.

The old drunkard's face turned pale, and then he laughed again: "Ah hahaha, what are you talking about? Dear Wu, that kind of distant thing."

Then he patted my shoulder meaningfully, and said with a heavy sigh and an elder's tone.

"We adventurers, if we don't learn to forget, we won't be able to survive."

Then there was a stabbing sound, and before I could react, a trail of smoke was left behind, and the figure disappeared.

Yep, I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple. It doesn't matter if I forget. I will use Wu's unique shampoo trick, No. 119 shampoo formula, which is guaranteed to make this guy clearly remember how many times he wet the bed as a baby. stand up.

Looking back, I carefully stepped into my sister's tent and opened the tent door. As the light invaded, my sister's figure was clearly reflected in my eyes.

She was sitting on the bed, her face with round and soft lines no longer looked cold and cold as usual, but instead showed a quiet temperament. No matter how powerful the queen was, she would occasionally have such a peaceful side.

When I came in, she was a little dazed. It seemed that she didn't hear the conversation between me and the old drunkard outside the tent. This is not surprising. Even if she is a sister, when she heard that her father suddenly appeared, and it was... The mage who was fighting for his life and death in the ring was even dead. No matter how calm he was, he might not be able to bear it for a while.

When I opened the tent, my sister seemed to wake up, slowly raised her head, and turned back to her beautiful sea-blue eyes, which reflected the pure and clear gaze of deep mountain spring water. She fell on me and, as always, gave me the gift that only I can The special treatment he received - a gentle smile, but with a hint of confusion in it.

"Sister, are you okay?"

I opened my mouth, but in the end I couldn't say any comforting words. I felt that they were all superfluous to my sister. I just said a normal hello and sat down next to her, staring blankly at my sister's side face. , initiated to stay.

The tent was quiet for a while, and then my sister took a deep breath. As if the thinking just now had consumed a lot of her energy, she leaned her soft body over, hugged me, and took another deep breath.

"As expected, I am still warm in my brother's arms."

She said this in a tone that was almost coquettish. I'm afraid it's really hard for other adventurers to imagine that a queen who is usually so high and mighty can make all adventurers feel inferior and dare not look at her with just a cold look. Sharna would actually lean into a man's arms like this and say such words in such a tone.

"Really? If it's warm, just lean on her for a while. My arms serve my sister around the clock." Seeing Sister Sharna showing off another kind of charm, I couldn't help but laugh and caress her gently. Her long golden hair cascaded down.

After being silent for a while, my sister's mood seemed to have calmed down a lot, so she still stayed in my arms and refused to get up. She murmured vaguely: "Brother, what do you think I should do now?"

It turns out that my sister has already heard the conversation between me and the old drunkard outside. This ability to be in a daze while still being able to hear everything within a hundred meters of the surrounding area is probably enough to be included in the top ten unique skills. .

"How do you feel in your sister's heart right now?" I tilted my head and thought about it, feeling that it was really difficult to answer such a question.

"How do you feel? I probably feel nothing at all. I was suddenly told by that old woman that I still have a father, and the mage I fought with yesterday is dead. I couldn't react at all."

Saying this, my sister gently closed her eyes, as if carefully savoring her current psychological feelings.

"I don't feel lonely, I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything about this father who suddenly appeared and improved my strength, even for his death. Brother, tell me, am I too ruthless?"

"How could that happen?!" I couldn't help but hug my sister tightly, feeling the warm body temperature and soft touch.

"Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will probably feel confused. The father who was originally thought to have ceased to exist has no memories or emotions. To really cry to death would make people feel too fake."

"Then what should I do now?" My sister's tone still sounded a bit confused.

"No need to do anything. Although there are no feelings or memories, the father who I thought did not exist appears in front of me. I can see him for the last time and know what he looks like. I will recall it again later. Ah, it turns out that my father is It's better to be like this than not knowing anything, isn't it?"

"That's right, we adventurers should know how to be content." My sister seemed to be amused by my exaggerated tone and smiled slightly. Then she raised her head in my arms and suddenly asked me a question that caught me off guard.

"Where is my younger brother? Where are my younger brother's parents? I never knew about them?"

"its me."

I touched my head blankly, recalling the experience of the original world that had been in the corner for a long time.

"They died when they were very young. I have long forgotten what they looked like. I am so young that when I say the word "parents", I feel no different from strangers." I lowered my head and glanced at my sister. He scratched his head in embarrassment.

"If my sister's current thoughts are very ruthless, then I seem to be the same. Don't worry, no matter what, you still have me. I will always hold your hand and be with you."

"Is that so? It turns out that my brother is just like me." My sister, who heard my passing for the first time, seemed surprised for a moment, and her soft and boneless hands wrapped around her.

"My brother is stronger than I thought."

"Where, although I don't have parents, I still have a grandma who loves me. My previous life was so much happier than my sister's, it's simply incomparable." I shook my head gently.

"So, I want to share my happiness with my sister. It doesn't matter if I don't have parents, relatives, or friends. The affection my sister needs can only be given to me by myself. No... I won't give it to others."

As I said that, I hugged my sister tightly, letting each other's body temperature pass to each other. The infinite tenderness in my heart at this moment made people want to stay like this forever.

"Well~~~Brother Zi~~~"

It's so delicate that it's hard to imagine that it comes from my sister's lips. It can make all men moan passionately. It makes all 360 pores in my body feel as if wine has been poured into it. This soft moan is alluring, It is simply not inferior to the little fox with all three tails open.

Um? Did you hear something wrong just now? wrong! You heard it right, absolutely! !

Brother Zi? !

I gently lifted my sister's pretty face, which was buried in my arms, and saw that her pretty face, as pure and beautiful as an elf, had been stained with an intoxicating blush, and her blurred sea-blue eyes were filled with mist. There is a layer of water mist, and there is an extremely alluring charm in the innocence.

This state is completely like drinking! ! ! !

Although I know that my sister can drink alcohol, even the low-alcohol ale soaked with 99% water from the fat profiteer in Rogge Bar, it is too surreal to be able to get drunk even listening to other people's words. ! ! !

"Hahahaha, hiccup~~, brother Zi~~what's wrong~~ keep talking, sister really~~very~~ likes to hear what you say, keep talking~~"

My sister said with a drunken and charming smile, and a cute nasal voice that was too boring to kill. Facts have proved that the iceberg beauty, the proud queen, once the barrier is broken and her charm is revealed, that charm can become a success. Being magnified thousands of times is definitely not something that humans can resist.

Yes, it’s human! ! Men, women, old and young all killed! !

Fortunately, he is still in the category of human beings, so even in front of the three-tailed little fox, he is confident that he can barely maintain a sober state of mind. He was immediately intoxicated and looked dizzy at the pretty red and charming face of his sister in his arms. The deep and rippling eyes of emotion were like a whirlpool, sucking my soul in completely.

"Keep talking, brother Zi~~"

My sister continued to act coquettishly, rubbing her face in my arms, and then suddenly raised her head, her slender neck suddenly stretched out, covering me with her gorgeous red lips, and her pink tongue came out, like a kitten Like adding milk, he kept naughtily licking my lips, and occasionally nibbling on them with his teeth.

Woohoo~~How can you let me continue talking like this?

I opened my mouth and took my sister's restless tongue into my mouth...

No... it's not good. A trace of clarity rose in front of me, sounding an alarm in my head.

On the last birthday of God, a huge shadow was left in my heart, so much so that I swore that I would never cross the border before my sister understood this knowledge. That kind of pain is definitely the greatest sorrow in a man's life, if it weren't for the adventurer's To regain my physical fitness, I'm afraid I'm already...

The next moment, my sister suddenly turned over and pushed me down...