Chapter 511: While the Game Is Going on, Seattle Is Attacking!

"Hey, is this Hamas guy dead?"

The unscrupulous teammates of the Paladin used their weapons to poke at the piece of charcoal on the ground to confirm the possibility of its survival.

"I think it's hopeless." Another teammate pondered, with a solemn look on his face, and then came to a conclusion.

"Bury it."

"Yes, bury it. By the way, remember to take back the shield and halberd on the stage, and take off the armor and equipment on your body. Alas, this guy is so true. He didn't take out those good things from his inventory before he died. , seriously damaging the interests of our team."

The third teammate shrugged his shoulders and sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, the "black charcoal" on the ground stood up straight like a corpse and strangled the neck of the third teammate: "You ruthless bastards, I will strangle you to death, strangle you to death..."

Really, could this team of adventurers really be taught by Omas? We watched on the sidelines and secretly wiped our sweat.

Just as the three of us were leaving with our equipment, the Harrogas adventure team opposite, my sister's defeated Paladin Hamas, ended their fight, then walked up and bowed lightly.

No matter how you look at it, this paladin ceremony is very standard, fully demonstrating the rigorous and humble style of the paladin. It can simply be used as a model for paladin students to observe. Of course, if Hamas can change his black and white Chinese characters If the face is wiped clean, it will be even more perfect.

"I lost, and I am convinced that I lost. Your strength is really too strong."

"Look, that boy from Hamas failed to show his strength, and he plans to start changing his role type, so that others will think that he can take it up and let it go." The teammates behind him whispered in a voice that we could just hear.

Hamas' old face turned red. Fortunately, his face was completely blackened by the explosion, so he couldn't see it. He secretly decided that when he went back, he would fight with these bastards in real life, and then continue to show his modest and gentlemanly style.

"I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to the bar to chat and discuss combat skills together. I believe that with your strength, Zaixia will benefit a lot."

It's so mediocre, so cliche, and such a vulgar way of picking up conversations. When I looked at Hamas, my eyes suddenly became weird. I even forgot to complain. Could this guy be the protagonist from a vulgar knight novel?

Therefore, I did not feel any anger towards his behavior of chatting up Sister Sharna. On the contrary, I even felt a little pity. Think about it, if a big bear in a tuxedo talked to your girlfriend, you would also feel that it was funny. There is more evil than anger.

"I'm not used to talking to weak people."

My sister just glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, as if trying to ward off flies, then turned back and continued talking to me.

It's so hurtful, it's really hurtful. I'm afraid even a rough and twitchy person like me would feel like I was struck by thunder from the City of God's Punishment. I didn't expect that my sister also had an unexpectedly venomous side.

Sure enough, looking at the paladin, he kept a modest smile, and his body stiffened as if he had been struck by a hundred thousand volts.

Forget it, let's not embarrass this poor guy. I was about to drag my sister and leave, but I didn't expect trouble to come to me.

"Wait a minute, if that's the case, then... what ability does that brat have by your side?"

Hamas lowered his head and trembled slightly. This was the first time in his life that he fell in love at first sight, the most precious relationship. Unexpectedly, he suffered a serious blow. Why, why did the man in the cloak win Sharna's favor? In what way am I inferior to him.

So, Hamas cast its angry eyes on me: "I, Hamas, are not qualified, so why should this guy wearing a cloak with no taste at all be qualified?"

"No... tasteless?"

I was stunned. It took me a while to realize what Hamas meant, and veins began to appear on my forehead.

Damn it, this bastard said the last thing he should have said. I'm really angry this time. I've been wearing this style of cloak for six years, and I already have feelings for it. No one has ever said anything about it in these six years. No, and it was the most popular style among adventurers at the time, yet it was said to be tasteless?

"That's right, you have no taste at all. You have no taste at all. If you have the ability, just fight with me, Hamas, to see if you have the qualifications."

Tasteless... tasteless...

Three words kept echoing in my mind. I felt as if I had been pierced by thousands of arrows. I covered my chest and clenched my fists with bulging veins. Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath. Wu Fan, you can’t do this. The dignified elder of the alliance, how can you do this? Being angered by a big bear?

"Really? Hum, but I'm sorry..." The corners of my mouth raised slightly, and I showed an ambiguous smile. I held Sister Sharna's warm little hand and glanced at Hamas.

"I'm not used to fighting against weaklings, and..."

After taking a few steps, I looked back again and took a look at Hamas, who was standing there blankly because I had rubbed salt into my wound. I uttered another sentence, and then left with my sister Shi Shiran in hand.

"You have just lost the qualification to fight with me."

"Damn it, this kid..."

It wasn't until the opponent's figure walked away that our lovelorn Paladin Hamas came back from the huge blow. He roared with a black face (it was originally black), and was about to catch up and fight the opponent desperately, but unexpectedly his shoulder was hit. Companions caught.

"You bastard, don't stop me. Today I must teach that arrogant boy a lesson and let him know why Roger's flowers are so red!!"

In response to Hamas's anger, his fellow assassins just smiled lightly: "Hamas, big bear Hamas, what he just said is right, you have lost the qualification to fight with him now."

"What? What do you mean? What is that kid capable of? Our great Big Bear Adventure Team, the elite adventurer team of Harrogath, are not even qualified to fight with him?"

Hamas turned around and used his big, bear-like hands to grab the assassin's poor slender shoulders and shake them hard.

"It's a fierce bear, not a big bear. Don't use your nickname to change the name of the adventure team without permission, you bastard!!"

Even in a state of violent shaking, the assassin still breathed long and spoke clearly. He was obviously used to Hamas's killing technique.

"Besides, I really don't know what kind of competition you are participating in. Have you not even inquired about the most noteworthy opponents in this tournament?"

"A few opponents worth noting?" Hamas stopped gesturing, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"really……"

His three teammates looked at each other and shrugged helplessly. This big bear really didn't lose unfairly.

"Then listen carefully. The adventurer you challenged just now, whom you said was a druid with no taste, is the seed player of our alliance in this competition, the druid Wu Fan who can directly advance to the top sixteen. You, a loser who was eliminated in the first round, should know why he said you have lost the qualification to fight him, right?"

Hamas opened his mouth wide and did not close it for a long time. After a while, he smacked his lips like a crab and uttered: "Is he really that awesome?"

His three teammates nodded in unison: "Lone Ranger Druid Wu Fan, the youngest elder in the alliance, pacified the monster attack on the village in the camp, defeated Belial alone, killed dozens of fallen people in Lu Gaoyin, and in Ku Rast organized the rescue operation for the elves, and he shined in the hunting activities of the Demon Fortress. He killed elite monsters with one punch. He was also said to be very active among the orcs in Harrogath, and was even awarded the title of Sky Fox Warrior and Wolf The title of God Warrior.”

Patting on the shoulder, the assassin looked at his partner with thankful eyes: "You're lucky. If there had been a fight just now, you might have lost worse."

If Lu Gaoin, Kurast and Demon Fortress were active in the camp, then it would be nothing. After all, Hamas is an elite adventurer of Harrogas level, but as a "lone ranger", and Sky Fox Warrior, what the Wolf God Warrior represents, he, an adventurer who has been in Harrogas for several years, knows very well.

"Tch, maybe it's not an exaggeration. That guy looks like a brat no matter what." Although he was shocked, Hamas still argued firmly.

"Do you think Great Elder Akara would let an embroidered pillow be used as a seed player, which would disgrace the alliance?"

The assassin rolled his eyes. Now Hamas was silent. He could not believe his companions' words and thought they were exaggerating. However, the Alliance Grand Elder Akara, as the most noble leader of mankind in the first world, had no reason not to believe it. Her gaze.

"Come on, brother, tell me who are the other strong players in this competition."

After wiping his dark face, Hamas finally gave up the act of asking for trouble. He put his thick armored arm on the assassin's shoulder, making the assassin grin and suffered a secret loss.

"Forget it, you are a defeated general. You didn't inquire long ago. Now you have lost the game. There is no point in asking." The assassin pulled his hand away with a look of disdain.

"Don't say that, I can cheer for that cute opponent." Hamas said with a smile, and then rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you find a quiet place at night and give that kid a sap? I don't believe he can beat the four of us in a sneak attack..."

"Are you really a Paladin?" The other three people looked at Hamas with a malicious smile, and suddenly didn't know what to say. What a shame for the Paladin.

"yawn……"

I rubbed my nose and looked confused. It seemed like someone was speaking ill of me behind my back. Forget it, I was used to it anyway.

My sister and I were wandering around the outside of the arena, going over to take a look and comment from time to time. In the first round of the competition, except for Sister Sharna, there didn’t seem to be any strong opponents, so the battle was particularly exciting, and the game ended early. Sister Sharna's stage looked particularly abrupt.

This is nothing. At the level of Harrogas level adventurers, each of them has decades of combat experience. Their skills are naturally very slippery, and their patience is even more abundant. Although it is a half-blood system, both sides can come and go. , warm up first, then test the strength, and then start the official confrontation. During this period, it will develop from beginning to end. If the two sides are evenly matched, it is not surprising that a battle will take several hours.

Especially when both players are assassins, it is often a latent battle for several hours, and then it reaches the climax in an instant, and the winner is determined, leaving the adventurer who was yawning at the side at a loss, and did not respond for a long time. Come here - why are you still hiding your head and tail just now? It seems that there is no winner for one day, and the game is over the next moment?

After walking a few laps, we felt that it was boring. The first round of the game should last for a while, and according to the old drunkard's "exclusive information", the second round will be the game between Carlos and the barbarian Seattle Lake. I But I am very interested in the two of them and want to see what extent their strength is.

Of course, their opponents definitely don't have the qualifications to let them use their full strength. Just like Sister Sharna, she killed Hamas without even thinking.

But even if their opponents are weak, they can still get a glimpse of information. This is enough for me, I just want peace of mind in everything.

Therefore, we can only continue to wait.

Unexpectedly, after turning around a few times, I discovered three familiar figures.

"Hey, Lar, Doug, Gev, this way, this way." I waved to them quickly.

The three guys were wandering around boredly, and bought a lot of snacks from somewhere. They ate while walking, walking with a swagger and talking nonsense, without paying any attention to the surprised looks of the adventurers around them. They looked like " "The Four Great Talents in the South of the Yangtze River".

Oops, shouldn't it be better to pretend that you don't know them?

The words had already been spoken, and it was too late to regret it. The three shameless guys immediately set their eyes on me, and then on Sister Sharna aside. The movements of their mouths paused, wondering whether they should step forward. That's good.

No matter how shameless they are, they still have awe in their hearts for this queen who attracts the limelight wherever they go. After all, only a certain happy bastard can enjoy Sharna's charming smile and gentleness. That’s all.

"Brother, please come over. I haven't been to the training ground for a long time. I just want to practice my skills."

My sister was cold and arrogant, but she was not ignorant. Looking at the hesitant expressions on Lal's and the others' faces, she knew it was because of her presence, so she said something indifferently, turned around, and strode away.

Hey, my sister is still acting in such a fickle manner.

"Although this stinky girl has a tough mouth, she also knows in her heart that there are many strong enemies in this competition, so she doesn't dare to relax at all."

Seeing Sharna going to the training ground, the old drunkard crossed his arms and said in a tone that he thought he knew the other person very well. It was really unpleasant, but he couldn't deny what she said.

"Okay, I'm going to see if those two idiots are here."

Stretching under my contemptuous gaze, the old drunkard just walked towards me without looking back, and strode away. His cheerful and quick attitude and back view were exactly the same as my sister. I have already told you about my sister. It's just that this guy has led me astray, and it's impossible to correct myself.

"Wu, you are the only one in the world who can make our Rogge... no, it's Queen Lu Gaoyin who smiles." Lal stepped forward and gave me a thumbs up with sincerity.

"Where's Sarah, she's not following you."

I looked left and right, but I couldn't find my baby Sarah. I must have felt very embarrassed following these three guys.

"My baby girl!! She would rather stay at home and learn needlework with Lisa than watch the game with my kind father. I think she was very attached to me back then, for example, when she was four years old One year..."

Speaking of Sarah, Lal's mass-produced cannon fodder-like tragic face with the Chinese character "Paladin" suddenly filled with guilt.

Among the four girls, Veras doesn't like fighting and killing. Rather than fighting with enemies, she would rather fight with cockroaches, mice, spiders, stains on clothes, dust on the ground, pests in vegetable fields, or even the vegetable sellers in the vegetable market, or others. The old man measuring cloth in the tailor shop was fighting, so I didn’t force her to come with me.

Little Sarah, although she looks like a quiet, sunny angel, is actually more keen on fighting. Logically speaking, she should come to this competition, but Aunt Lisa comes back for a rare trip and is watching the competition and Among the two choices to accompany her mother, the cute and well-behaved little Sarah naturally chose Aunt Lisa.

Uh...you mean Lal? By the way, does Aunt Lisa have this person in her family? Does Sarah have a father? Why don't I remember?

As for the little ghost, this little lazy pig doesn't mind where it goes, as long as it sticks to the back of my butt. No, he greedily ate a whole piece of diamond this morning. He probably couldn't digest it and is snoring in the necklace. It's a great sleep. If you are careful, you can even hear the sleepy cries of this little lazy pig from time to time. It rolls around and drools. The difference in sleeping appearance is rare in the world.

So when I sleep with her, I always hold her tightly and press her under me... Ahem, don't get me wrong, my motivation for saying this is very pure.

The last one is Princess Sanwu. To describe her in a more artistic and profound way, she is like a dandelion-like girl who takes root and sprouts wherever she goes, and is content with whatever happens.

If I had brought her with me, she would have followed her without saying a word and walked quietly behind, with no emotion or joy on her face. If I had not called her, she would have been sitting on a chair in the hall since early in the morning. On the bed, I filled a pot of tea, drank it bit by bit, and watched the morning sun rise, rise high in the sky, and then gradually set.

So when I got home in the evening, I would find that except for her faceless face, which was tilted from east to west, and maybe she had changed several pots of tea, her posture was exactly the same as what I saw when I left in the morning. It didn't move at all! !

In addition, when she has a whim, she will occasionally go out alone to investigate the ecological, geographical and humanistic environment of Rogge Camp without anyone noticing, and then at dusk, there will often be Kind-hearted soldier brother Rogge, let me go to the prison to collect people.

In fact, what I want to say is that even if this little one is following me, I am afraid that if I don’t specifically think about where she is and what she is doing, it will be difficult to notice her presence. This is not my fault. Who makes her presence so strong? It's so thin...

At this time, the braggart Doug started to talk nonsense. The content was of course the Barbarian game among the ten games in the first round.

Poor Lal, he was originally going to watch the game of his old family, the Paladins, but he didn't expect that the two brothers were barbarians. He was outnumbered, so he was dragged to the barbarian ring by the two brothers.

In fact, it would be even more tragic if he wanted to go, because the arena where the Paladins he wanted to watch happened to be the one where Hamas fought against Sharna's sister just now?

Seeing Doug foaming at the mouth, and even dancing with joy when he talked about the victory of the barbarians, as if he had won the battle, Lal had an old black face and stared at Doug.

He had just learned that the Paladin had lost in the Paladin battle arena, and he felt good about himself because he did not cheer for his partners, and lacked the encouragement of his supporter, who was the last straw that broke the camel's back. , the Paladin will lose, so he can feel at ease and spread his resentment on the two barbarian brothers.

Seeing Doug still chirping like a monkey, Lars suddenly felt angry and evil in his heart. He wrinkled up his black face and suddenly spoke in a low and sinister tone like an old witch casting a spell. , began to implement the inhumane curse.

"The sea is rocking in a boat... it's rocking... it's rocking... it's rocking..."

Don't tell me, it's more effective than a curse. I listened inexplicably and felt that the tone of voice was weird and creepy. But Doug on the side stopped spitting and his face was sweating, as if he was holding back something. Then from his neck, a green color began to gradually spread upwards. After a while, Doug's entire smooth head turned green, and there was a surge in his throat, and his steps began to stagger, as if he was really standing. It looks like a swaying boat.

"Lal... ugh... you... ugh... bastard... ugh!!"

With a big grin, Doug just wanted to curse, but he couldn't help but spit it out, and he vomited in a spluttering mess.

"Hahaha——" We suddenly laughed unscrupulously.

While we were having fun, the ten games in the first round were finally over. The second round was the game between Carlos and Seattle. Damn it, who is better to watch? Guys like the old drunkard are still boasting. If he is the mastermind behind the scenes, won't he separate the matches between these two people?

I looked around, looking for their figures, and finally found the old drunkard not far away. With her here, her precious students could not run away. At this time, the second round of the competition officially began.

"Hey, old drunkard, where is your precious student? How is the fight going?" From a distance, I squeezed through the crowd and walked towards Kasha's position. At this time, the angel referee's voice announced the start of the game. Remember.

"Level 61 werewolf warrior Rezas versus level 64 barbarian Seitak, the game begins!!"

"Hey, didn't you hear? We're in the ring, the game has already started."

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly remembered the huge exclamation of the adventurers, and felt a razor-like airflow blowing past their faces. The entire arena seemed to have rolled up a storm of razor-bladed airflow, and the air expanded with each breath. Burst, and then quiet down again for an instant.

I slowly turned around and saw an adventurer with a werewolf appearance on the ring, lying in a pool of blood with blood spurting all over his body. Next to him, a barbarian with a golden body and a dazzling golden light like a god of war. He was carrying a golden giant sword more than two meters long, with steaming blood slowly flowing on the blade...

Instant kill!