Diablo Destruction Miè Chapter 517 Funny Muradin

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"I'm sorry. I lost"

Back to the special seat. Hadamas seems to be ashamed of the many werewolf compatriots who have high hopes for him. As a result, he was brushed off in the first round. Face Chris them. He nodded his head. I don't know what to say.

"It's okay, it's okay. Hadamas. You've done a great job. It's just that the opponent is too strong. Our hearts are bright. You don't have to blame yourself. ”

Chris's smile was still full of spring breeze. Full of hypocrisy. It's as if they didn't lose but won. Then turn back. The smile in his eyes was even worse.

"Elder Fan's strength is truly extraordinary. And it's still so ruthless. Uh-huh-"

He was referring to the jousting ring. I just played in the third game. It is also a very ruthless werewolf warrior who killed the werewolf warrior who came from afar to "grab relatives". Then he faced Hadamas in the fourth game.

"Where, where. It's still far from the master. I felt the strange look on Kriepi's unsmiling face. I cautiously said.

"Elders don't have to be humble. The league has such talents. It's really envious. Hehe!! He smirked. While looking back at the arena. At an angle that I can't see. The guy seemed to muttered something.

(whispering) "Cut." Let the werewolves lose face. It's better to instigate Lena to stab him another day. ”

“……”

This smirking prince finally showed his dark side? I guess I'm hallucinating in my ears. I groped my head back to my place. There was a small, groggy ghost under his arm.

"Boy. Nice!! ”

The old drunkard came up. Pat me on the shoulder and laugh all over my body|. Including the teeth that were exposed, they shimmered in the color of gold coins.

This bastard is going to be kind enough to come and congratulate me? It's weird. No need to ask. It must be because I bought it and I won. Make a small profit. So happy bastard.

Hum. This guy probably didn't know that the old fox Akara had issued a debt collection order to the bar owner, and after the tournament, she would know what a prison call was. The bar owners weren't vegetarians. One crying, two troubles, and three hangings are unique skills. I think that Sister Sharna and I burned down the whole bar, and I didn't pay for it immediately.

I looked at the old drunkard with pity, and I took the list of the game process from her. Took a look. The first three games have ended with me Carlos. There is also a dragon set elf archer who has not remembered his name, and has made it to the quarterfinals.

The fourth round will be played soon. I quickly glanced down at the list from top to bottom. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Top 16 matches. You guys really aren't any of them? ”

I don't want to be so suspicious. Because Baby Linya is also one of the planners of this martial arts competition. But this list of lists. I really can't think about it. It's so harmonious.

Inside the top 16. Everyone is considered to be a strong man. There is the Fallen Alliance Triumvirate. Sister Sharna. I. Old man Muradin is barely half of it. There are five and a half ...... in total Belch. It's six. Ten other players. Such as Hadamas. is on a different level.

And the battle list is on. I|Six people. Surprisingly, none of them met in pairs. The opponents are all players on the other level. In other words, it is a contest held by another race. I might think of it as a coincidence. But the organizers are the old fox Akara and them. No, I don't associate the word "cheating". Moreover, they also have a criminal record in the knockout round.

"How is that possible? Oh ha~~. Didn't you draw the lottery yourself? That's fair, just and open. "Old wine ricarda. Then he laughed out loud with a disguised exaggeration.

"No, no, no. You don't have to lie to people with this kind of thing. Although we drew it out ourselves, yes. But for you guys. It's not that hard to do if you want to. There are at least ten options. Mine is right. ”

I stared at the old drunkard. Watching the rain on her forehead, a cold sweat broke out.

"This ...... I'm still there, thing. Next time. I'll talk about that next time. Waha~~~" with exaggerated laughter. The speed of the old drunkard Zhang is lightning.

“……”

Really...... Linya, baby. You don't want to learn badly from these bastards.

"Woo~~

At this time. The little ghost that has been lying in my arms. only to wake up from the out-of-body state with a sad cry. Raise your head and look at me with sinister eyes. Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes. With a categorical tone.

"You scumbag demon!"

"After that, it's better to continue rubbing your face. I have created a new Wu triple speed thousand Buddha hands. Want to try it now? "I'm not bad at looking at me with good intentions. Glancing over the little ghost's slippery, soft face that felt so good.

"Wow!!"

Probably so scared that I couldn't even speak. The little ghost's signature snort. Hurriedly pressed his face tightly with his two small hands. Revealing a squeezed one. Funny and cute face. Then shake your head desperately.

"That's still scum."

Look at the cute sub of the little one. If not a large number of people. I'm going to have to kiss that lip hard. Hold it in your arms for a while before you are willing.

"Woo~~"

A little ghost caught in the downwind. Screaming. For a long time. All the while staring at me with the eyes full of intrigue that you waited for me to see. The sinister gaze. Let me sleep with her tonight. When I wake up tomorrow, I will definitely get teeth marks all over my body. There is no full skin in the body.

Never mind. Let's go to Sarah's room and sleep tonight. I shuddered. I decided not to be tempted by the beauty of this lustful saint tonight.

When talking. The fourth game has begun. It was a draw of the number eight. Happy as a monkey Muradin. Fight against a barbarian.

The barbarian was tall and mighty. Seattlek isn't a little shorter either. In his hands he holds two golden two-handed swords. Golden helmet par excellence. Golden combat armor. Gold light metal boots. There is also a gold belt for murder and arson. The whole body is golden. With that figure stronger than a bear and a barbarian who is naturally aggressive and good at fighting. It's even more war than the god of war.

I just don't know this golden outfit. Except for those two golden two-handed swords. How many lines were borrowed from teammates or other teams. As for weapons. Adventurers generally don't borrow from others. Unless it's very-fit. Otherwise, they would rather have a worse attribute and use the weapons they are used to in order to better perform their skills. Loading - is a foreign object in the end.

A long jump. A barbarian brother who shines like a god of war. Like a cannonball, it turned into a parabola, and jumped directly to the ring, holding two giant swords that were one meter five or six long and palm-wide. He lifted it up above his head. Accompanied by barbarian coarseness

The roar of "two sword bodies crossed each other. The crisp sound of gold colliding with the shock seemed to be knocked out of the air, and the wave-like soundprints seemed to be knocked out. Keep expanding outward.

The heroic way of the barbarians. It also drives the feelings of the surrounding audience. Especially those who are warmongering. One by one the heat boils. He raised his fists and shouted with a red face.

This barbarian ...... Seems a bit impressed......

I tilted my head and thought about it. Countless examples prove it. I'm not a person with a strong memory. Especially for things that don't concern you. It is the left ear in and the right ear out. So not many brain cells. It would always be wise to choose to clean up the system junk once a day when you go to bed. so as not to cause the brain to be negative.

I don't want to be brainwashed by some weird church once a year. And then because of the escape, I met some strange people. Uh-huh.

Straight to the point. We are this person. This savage can make an impression in our minds. There must be something special about the explanation. I pondered for a while. I patted my head abruptly. I finally know why I remember this guy.

Remember this morning. Lal that three guys. Running over to eat happily. And sue me about gambling? Except for Latin's poor old boy. That funny portrait. There are also poor odds beyond. It's just a barbarian that impresses me a lot.

One. He in the portrait. Wears golden armor all over his body. Tall and mighty. The gaze is melancholy. The vicissitudes of temperament. and another comically drunk portrait of Muradin. It's completely one positive and one negative, and the teaching materials are full of stark contrasts.

It probably also benefits the tall image of the portrait. The approval rating of this barbarian brother. Also unexpectedly high. The odds are so low. It was second only to Sister Sharna. Seattle and a few others knew at a glance that they were masters. Far away from me, "silly fun." There is no master's temperament and prestige" (comment under the portrait.) Looking at the handwriting, it kind of looks like it was written by the Farah guy. Am I too careful? Guys.

Of course. If only that's it. It's not enough for my brain cells to keep his information and impressions for half a day. The main reason for me to remember him. It's because of his name.

Naai ......

By the way. In the original world. In the case of dish soap, I am a staunch "Liby" party.

Brain slippery. When I came back to my senses. I thought the race was already underway. Take a look at the field. only to find that there was still only the very clean barbarian Naaisi on the field. Keep shouting and greeting to the surrounding audience. Show off your might. Expose the showy hair of the barbarians.

What about Muradin? Are you still hungover and lying on a bar table and falling asleep? That's not right. This morning, I saw him come with the other dwarves.

At this time. There was a burst of laughter from the other side of the arena. Use visual magic to get a closer look. I couldn't help but be amused.

Full armor. Muradin, with a sledgehammer in his back. is running to the ring with a snort. Short limbs. Short one. Inside the armor. It's like forcibly stuffing a large winter melon into your clothes. Unspeakably funny. That portrait. I really didn't slander him.

And then. Facing a five-meter platform that is four times as high as him. He didn't get like Naais. Leap up in style. Instead, it looks like a hard kick. The short body of the short winter bounced violently.

But it's probably because his pair is too short. The bounce is not enough. In addition, Saobao's put on a full set of heavy armor. And there is a large hammer on his back, which is larger than his body. Although the face was kicked out of a big hole by the strong force. It really shows the great power of the dwarves. But......

When Muradin's body rises to its highest point. His sad discovery. The edge of the ring. From the stubby finger he raised high--the longest middle finger above. There is still a centimeter or so of distance.

The distance of centimeters is the dividing line between success and failure. With strong strength. Muradin lingered for a moment at the highest point. Make a pair of teeth clenched. Eyes widened. The neck is tense, red, and thick, with constipation. I want to stretch my size by a centimeter out of thin air. It's good enough to be on the verge of going on stage.

But no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to force his body to rise by one centimeter in an instant, otherwise. The dwarves hold once or twice a day. for a year. It's bigger than the barbarians.

So there was a strong angry glare in Mu's eyes. Gradually deflated. Until it became sad and desperate, his body in mid-air was also sinking.

"Bump!!"

Strong Muradin, brave Muradin. The wise Muradin did not give up. The whole body is like a fierce bow. It is in a large font shape and fits completely to the edge of the ring. It seems that he wants to take advantage of this to jump up.

But this tragic elf. But I had no choice but to find out. The edges of the ring are too smooth and vertical. I can't borrow at all. The body just paused. Still sliding down the edges. Muradin cursed the angels. Why do you have nothing to do with the ring? Slide along the edges. Finally, there was a puff. success.

"Hahahaha-"

The adventurers in the arena watched with bated breath as Muradin struggled comically. When he finally slipped onto it. I don't know who started first. The roaring laughter suddenly drowned out the entire audience. The Bilaugas knockout tournament has just begun. All the people shouted in unison, and it was louder.

"Puff-puff-puff-" I stifled a smile. There was a constant popping sound. If it weren't for the constant glances of Akara next to me. Let me bear with it. I'd laughed a long time ago.

A special seat for the dwarves. It's not far from us.

Little ghosts, their bodies are different. He laughed unscrupulously. Even the kind and gentle Veras. I couldn't help but laugh out loud on my face. Buried my head tightly in my arm. There are no princesses. Sitting aside. That beautiful face that is not inferior to Sarah. Still as dull as a doll. Lack of life. But the long fingers. But the poor grass that is constantly tugging at it.

Look again at Akara and the Prince of Fake Smiles. I finally know why these old foxes keep smiling all the time. Because once you encounter such an unexpected situation. Even if I laugh, it is very natural. Others can't see it at all!!

As for the little fox. Her color was normal. It's just the plush tail that looks warm at first glance. The frequency of the swing is usually twice as fast.

Elders of other clans. There are also different methods of catharsis. The world is full of variety. It's all a smile. The only one who can't laugh. It is estimated that there are only dwarves left. I guess after I go back. Son of Muradin. The current dwarven king Tualatin. If you want to tie up his old man, you can't drag him out to parade on the street. Think of Tualatin and the fiery personality of the ten dwarven elders. It's not impossible.

Latina this old man. I don't know how thick the skin is. Rubbed his nose with red lees. completely ignored Zhou's ridicule of him. The beard shook down. I don't know what I muttered. Then take a deep breath. Kick again with all your strength.

The laughter on the field was stunned. They all stared intently at Muradin. Let's see if he can bring laughter to the audience again. It's a pity that this time Muradin learned the lesson of the previous time. It didn't take much effort to reach the edge of the stage. Then he rolled over and climbed up.

Facing him. It's the big smiling face of the savage Naes. He made a big move. Light that huge palm. It seems that it can trap Muradin's brain entirely.

"This brother. Do you want to pull a handful. ”

Naais smiled brightly at Muradin. It's a pity that Muradin didn't appreciate it. The fool also knew that Naais was joking at why he didn't come to pull it the first time. Let yourself be "small" and lose face?

After standing up. Muradin clapped his hands on the dirt. Slap Naaisi's big hand away: "Go, go, go." Who is your brother. You seniors me. When he was the Dwarven King. You're still breastfeeding. ”

Then he walked towards the middle of the field with his head held high.

Naais, whose "good intentions" were rejected. Scratch the back of your head. looked at the other party's seemingly arrogant back. I can't figure it out in my head. According to the information display. The age of this dwarf winter melon is one or two hundred years old. It's almost enough to be your own grandfather.

But is this really a book to show off your pride?

Naais's head was confused. But the footsteps also went up. It is a hundred meters away from Muradin. Hold it in the middle of the ring. The angel referee, who had been waiting for a long time, coughed a few times. Formulaic asked about the two sides after the preparation did not. Then with a big wave of his hand.

"Sixty-level dwarven giant warrior. Against the sixty-second also cursed Naais the game began. ”

"Come on, come on, let grandpa show me. You big guy. How many pounds and two. ”

The Angel Referee has just taken to the skies. Muradin pulled out the hammer behind him with one hand, then stretched out his other hand and hooked his four fingers at Naais. Provocatively.

"Whew". The sledgehammer, which was heavily feared, was swung by Muradin's one hand, and a dull wind whistle sounded. There was a shallow mark on the surface.

The audience on the field couldn't help but pour cold air when they were carrying Muradin's back. Just know that this hammer is big. But Muradin now draws out. The whole picture.

Stainless steel hammer handle is. Attached to it is a large, boxy iron bump. It is estimated to be 1.2 meters tall. The low face is square. The side length is almost half a meter. The water chestnut is distinct. Although there is no beauty in the lines. But that is a real sense of weight. But it gives people a sense of heroism and power without a heavy sword.

If you are hit head-on by this hammer, you will be hit with a skill. of the same level. An assassin class with a lower amount of health. It is possible that it will be killed on the spot!!

Spikes of the same level. What is this concept? Even barbarians. I don't dare to say that I can kill a mage of the same level in one move. But dwarf warriors can.

Everyone couldn't help but start re-evaluating this funny dwarf old man. Some people. Look at the hammer that Muradin will take. It's as easy as a knife, fork and chopsticks. I've begun to secretly worry about myself suppressing Aisi. is not the right choice.

The two two-handed swords in Naais's hand. In the eyes of the usual adventurers, it is already huge. But compared to the hammer in Muradin's hands. But it's like chopsticks. and a hammer. Appear vulnerable.

And Naesi is nearly three meters tall. But it was more than two and a half times that of Muradin. One big and one small. One small and one large. The small ones take the big ones. The big ones take the small ones. The contrast is striking. Let everyone hold their breath. Keep an eye on this asymmetrical battle.

After the game starts. A much shorter Muradin. Take the lead in provoking the party

Naais's expression was calm. And was not outraged by Muradin's language. He can get to the top 16. Except for a bit of luck (didn't run into a perverted monster like Carlos in the knockouts.) The normal players who can make it to the top 16 are more or less lucky). Plus solid experience skills. There is also excellent equipment in addition to it. It's also due to the fact that he has a calm and calm heart that doesn't match his rough appearance.

Before the game. He had already inquired about the information of the sixteenth contestant. to Carlos and Seattlek. He thinks he's inferior. Unless there is a miracle. Otherwise, there is no hope for the championship.

But you can get a top two or four finish. Always stop at the top 16 to shine.

Therefore. He's putting more of a focus on players who "seem" to be on the same level as him. Among them was Muradin.

Dwarven titan warrior. A special profession for the Dwarves. It's no secret anymore. But what's so special. He doesn't know yet. Therefore, it can only be compared with ordinary dwarven warrior data.

Barbarian. He is known as the king of melee combat among the seven professions. The attack power is unmatched. But in front of the dwarves. It seems to be a cut down the drain as well.

Dwarven warriors. Attack is high. High defense. Almost a melee mobile fortress. To say what are the shortcomings. Of course, there are. There is no profession that is perfect. That's their speed. and attack frequency.

In fact, among the players who are considered "on the same level as themselves" by Naais. The last thing he wants to face. It's funny. In fact, it is a dwarf old man who has a difficult birth.

Barbarian. Melee King Dwarven Warrior. It is also a melee mobile fortress. Moreover. Attack and defense of dwarven warriors. are all firmly on the top of the barbarians. There is a faint smell of professional restraint. Naais has always been confident in his melee prowess. But in front of this old man who could only hold the sledgehammer with his own hands with one hand. I'm really not sure.

If you were a mageMason. Assassin. Don't worry so much. Hell. I met the pair I didn't want to meet. Is this a test of Bulkeso's self-test?

In the face of Muradin's provocations. Ace's face became more and more calm. A large hand holding a sword on both hands. It began to rattle. Take a deep breath. He decided to follow the original draft. Tactics against Muradin. Win this battle to win.

In the face of a powerful attack from the dwarves. He decided to forgo his best hand-to-hand combat. And take advantage of the dwarf's slow speed. Engage in speed battles.

For speed. The barbarians are still very confident. Improvements to the Tong guò jumping skill. Barbarians can fly around like martial arts masters. In sheer speed, even more than points.

This is indeed the best way to deal with Muradin. Naais has eight points of confidence. But for the other party's special class - dwarven titan warrior. After watching the strength of the second werewolf special class table. But he began to find the bottom in his heart...... (To be continued.)