Chapter 512 Strong confrontation, the obsession of the four!

Hey, I said this is too faceless for the werewolf clan, but my godsister Lena is also a member of the werewolf clan.

The barbarian in gold armor all over his body, the gold-color-light reflected the excited and bloodthirsty expression on his face, which looked particularly hideous, and wiped the hot blood on the sword, as if he had some enjoyment, but also regretted not being able to enjoy it.

Sure enough, as the old drunkard said, this guy is a battle maniac, but fortunately, the werewolf warrior just fainted-lost-passed, and did not cause blood.

"Victor, Barbarian Seattle."

In the quiet atmosphere of the surrounding adventurers, the announcement of the angel referee was particularly conspicuous, and at this time, the adventurers seemed to wake up and exchanged their heads one after another, and some of the adventurers who knew the name of Seattlek were even more vigilant in their eyes.

The two golden-colored greatswords in his hand flickered and disappeared into the hands of the crazy barbarian, and he jumped heavily from the ring, and his body in heavy gold-colored armor fell to the ground like a tank, causing a wail on the ground, and then strode towards us.

A huge, beast-like momentum came in the mix, causing adventurers along the way to give way to a wide road, as if they would be seriously injured if they were lightly rubbed by this heavily armed barbarian.

He came to me and the old drunkard, and took off the golden-colored barbarian's fanged helmet on his head, revealing a large, tattooed face, with a deep scar from his forehead to his cheeks, and a small braid hanging from the back of his head, almost in the same shape as all barbarians.

The most conspicuous thing is probably his unruly eyes, like the beast, although the eyes of Sister Sharna, too, but if you want to describe it, her sister's eyes are more like a cheetah, full of wildness - sex - and attack power, bloodthirsty and calm, elegant and arrogant.

Seattlek, on the other hand, is an out-and-out mad tiger, a brutal tiger that goes crazy and seems to be able to brutally torture even his own relatives.

However, the brutal tiger's face softened when he came to the old drunkard.

"Kashya-sensei!!"

The big Seattle, grinning, did not hesitate to give Kasha a big warm hug, the strength of a barbarian of more than sixty levels is not a joke, even if Kasha is more than ten levels higher than him, it is very painful to grin his teeth.

"You brute, why haven't you grown at all?"

Kasha raised his hand, barely reaching Seattle's tall shoulders, patted it a few times, and his face showed a sense of joy for reunion after a long absence, and he took out the flask and took a sip of it.

"Who said that, Mr. Kasha, my alcohol consumption has increased greatly over the years."

Seattlek wiped his nose, took out a giant wine jug that was exactly the same as the old drunkard's wine jug, but several times larger, and poured several sips, and then the two masters and apprentices coincidentally pulled the wine jug out of their mouths, spewed out a mouthful of white mist wine, and laughed out loud with their shoulders on their backs.

What kind of master teaches what kind of apprentice, and sure enough, it's just a little strange, why is Sister Sharna's alcohol so shallow? Could it be that under the brutal teaching of this old drunkard, what psychological shadow of alcohol was formed in childhood?

I can even imagine in my mind a situation like this, the cute teenage sister Sharna, who was caught by the evil old drunkard laughing, and the wine jug gurgling into her pink little mouth, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on my forehead.

At this time, Seattleck's gaze suddenly fell on me, the ferocious gaze of the beast like a substance, scanning up and down on me, the timid, I am afraid that if I look at him like this, I will faint alive and have nightmares for many months.

"This stinky boy, even half of your junior brother, is not filial than you kid, you have to polish him well, wahahaha" Kasha obviously drank too much, and his tongue curled a little when he spoke.

Go and go, who's half of your student, half a sandbag is about the same, you bastard is clearly itchy and trying to find someone.

Seattlek's big bull's eyes glared at me fiercely, and he suddenly burst out laughing, his big hand kept patting my shoulder, and the heavy sound of "dong dong" sounded, and my feet gradually sank into the soft grass mud.

I'm sorry, I won't know the barbarians when I kill them in the future.

"Yes, yes, it's an opponent, and it really didn't lose Master Kasha's face."

After speaking, the expression on his face was suddenly filled with bloodthirsty war intent, and he added his lips, and that hideous expression gave me an illusion, as if he would immediately draw out the giant sword and slash at me in the next moment, the tall figure exuded a fierce momentum, and the hill-like shrouded me in the range of attack.

"I can't wait to fight you!!"

I was not frightened by the vain changes in Seattle, on the contrary, I was very moved, master, I can be regarded as meeting comrades.

The little fox guys, one by one, said that I don't have the temperament of a master, and even children can't be scared, that's because they have eyes without beads, you look at the Seattle brother, at a glance through the phenomenon to see the essence, and we are deeply hidden in the melancholy eyes and embarrassed scum of the master momentum to discover, this is the wisdom of the hero.

At this moment, Seattlek's hideous expression looking at me like a man-eating tiger also became straightforward and cute in my eyes, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily outlined a big smile, grinning at Seattlek.

"Of course it's no problem to fight, I believe we will meet in the martial arts competition soon, but there are more masters in this competition than you and me, you have to take it easy, don't let me wait in vain."

After listening to my words, the expression on Seattlek's face was stunned, and then he laughed wildly: "Wahahaha, he really deserves to be a student of Master Kasha, his tone is crazy enough, I like it, admit that you are a junior brother, hahaha"

"Hahaha, it's over, it's just so-so." I laughed too.

"That's that, how can I not be crazy about the students I taught in Kasha? Whoahahahaha," Kasha smirked as well.

As a result, the whole clearing was filled with the stupid laughter of some three people for a while.

The next moment, our laughter stopped abruptly, and our eyes suddenly turned to look in the direction of the side.

With a posture as straight as the barrel of a gun, and a black-colored cloak shrouded in a black-colored cloak, the tall paladin walked step by step, like a general on the battlefield, attracting the attention of all adventurers.

"Master Kasha, I'm here."

He stopped in front of Kashya, took off his cloak and hat, and revealed a handsome middle-aged face that made me jealous, with a calm and palpitating expression on his slashed emaciated face, a pair of eyes that could be seen to be gloomy and sad, but full of iron will, giving people a resolute momentum that would not look back.

Although I don't want to admit it, this guy is indeed much more handsome than the kind of paladins with bad character like Ralr and Hamas, and even the white wolf who I secretly branded as a teacher-milk-killer is slightly inferior in temperament.

"Oh, you kid is here too, this martial arts competition, it's a good show." Kasha glanced at Carlos with one eye, took a sip of wine, and snorted leisurely.

This guy is not bad, seeing him walk from the ring from a distance at a slow pace, I am afraid that the speed of solving the opponent is not slower than Seattlek, or even a few points faster, Carlos is best at speed.

"Carlos, you can't escape this time, let's have a good fight."

Seattlek looked at Carlos, his whole body seemed to be burning, his muscles tightened with excitement, and his heavy body armor swelled violently, emitting a scorching and crazy heat.

I stared at Carlos tightly, my eyes were also full of war, eye contact, I pointed at him and said loudly: "I haven't forgotten the shame of the last time, you just wash your neck and wait." ”

Carlos was not impressed by my words, and his cold eyes were filled with the opposite calmness and indifference compared to ours.

However, I could feel an unyielding and surging battle spirit slowly emanating from his calm expression, confronting me and Seattlek, two fanatics.

"I'm going to win, I'm going to win."

He glanced at the two of us and said in a very calm tone, but the determination and determination in it made me and Seattlek suffocated.

"Yo, the last one is here."

When the three of us were secretly confronting each other, the voice of an old drunkard sounded next to her, and following her gaze, a mage in black robes floated slowly and quickly like a ghost.

"Lord Kasha."

Old man Farah's unfilial apprentice, the mysterious mage who seemed to have a mysterious connection with his sister, gently bent down to the old drunkard.

"It's you, I remember, you're in the third round, right?" The old drunkard, who was the person in charge of the competition, seemed to have finally remembered, patted his head and said.

"Luo Ya, I didn't expect you, a guy who hides his head-exposed-tail, to come to the competition, this is just right, a few of us, we can have a good competition to see who is the boss."

The belligerent Seattlek, the last of the three giants and the one known as the strongest, had a happier and crazier smile on his face, and the more masters he had, the more excited he became.

"Luoya, I didn't expect you to come too."

Carlos nodded at the other party, and seemed to be slightly surprised by the arrival of this mage, is it really that strange? Could it be that this guy has "I don't actually want to come to the competition" written on his face?

"Even if it's you Roya, I will never give up the first position."

Carlos seems to have some scruples about Roya's strength, but his tone is still full of unquestionable firmness, killing gods when he encounters gods, and killing demons when he encounters demons, which is probably the best portrayal of Carlos's heart now, although I don't understand why he is so obsessed with the championship throne, I don't know Carlos, but intuitively I don't think he came for the ten drops of sacred-potion-water.

"Carlos, Seattlek, haven't seen you for a while, you're still the same."

The mysterious mage nodded at the two of them, and then looked at me, I don't know why, I always felt that this mage looked at me a little weirdly, it was really strange, and I didn't hook up with her daughter.

"I'm not interested in the number one position, but if you stand in my way, I'm still not welcome." This mage named Luo Ya glanced at us and said in a resolute tone.

With different reasons for obsession, the four of us are opposite each other, looking at each other, all exuding a huge amount of self-confidence, as a strong person, no one will doubt their own strength, no matter what obstacles are ahead, we must use our own hands to crush them one by one.

A storm was gradually brewing in the center of the field, and the adventurers who felt agile felt as if they felt the sky pressing down and the end of the world was coming, and there was even a feeling of being out of breath under the suppression of this storm that was about to brew.

"Are these four the strongest in this competition?"

High in the meadow in the distance, a pair of penetrating eyes were watching the storm, and a majestic voice with a huge holy power slowly echoed in the air.

"How does the messenger feel?" The corners of Akara's mouth twitched, and he smiled.

"The four are all pseudo-realm-level strengths, and they are indeed much stronger than the last competition, and I look forward to the rise of humanity again." The voice sounded again, with a slight admiration.

"Yes, I hope that this time I can completely drive the forces of hell out of the continent in one go." With a mysterious smile on his face, Akara bowed his head slightly, and his voice returned to silence again.

"Ahem, that ...... Roya, it looks like your game is about to begin. ”

The old drunkard on the side coughed softly, interrupting the huge confrontation, and Luo Ya turned around again, nodded lightly to the old drunkard, and then drifted away.

"Cut, this guy still doesn't mean anything at all." Seattle smacked slightly, muttering quietly.

"Hey, old drunkard, is that mage's name really called Roya?" Seeing that everyone was losing interest in cross-talking, I turned my head away and asked the old drunkard who seemed to be hiding something.

"That...... That's what I'm calling it now. The old drunkard's eyes purred a few times, and he clearly looked inside.

"What do you mean by 'that's what it's called now'? That is to say, this is not his real name Luo? I couldn't help but roll my eyes in protest against the old drunkard's words.

"Let's just say that, anyway, if you want to know his real name, go and ask for yourself, if he's willing to sue you." The old drunkard tilted his head slightly, and began to drink, intending to avoid the topic.

"Mysterious and mysterious, isn't it just a name? What is there to hide? is like Uncle Ben, who doesn't change his name or change his surname, Wu Fan. I said dismissively, and then pointed at myself with a thumbs up.

"What's the big deal about asking in person?" With that, he followed in the direction of the head-dew-tail mage (in Seattlek), who was impersonating Roa.

Of course, to ask if the name is fake, and to see if his strength is true, I don't think that the impostor mage, along with the other two giants of the Fallen Alliance, will not tell his real name, but will sue someone like me who hasn't even said half a word.

"Anyway, I'll go and see if I'm idle."

The barbarian Seattlek, with his arrogant hands on his chest, followed with a big grin, and the paladin Carlos, probably bored, paused, and also took a step.

By the time we find the mage's ring, the game is about to begin, and he's playing against a druid, our old family, Amen, what an unfortunate fellow, pray for him, I hope the impostor Roa will be a little lighter.

When the angel referee announced the start of the game, Roya did not take any action, facing the druids who were suitable for both distance and near, standing quietly in place, and did not know what kind of expression the face under the cloak and hat was, looking mysterious.

The druid was only slightly stunned, then reacted, and expressed his dissatisfaction with the opponent's contemptuous behavior with his actions, and with a big move, the three wild wolves that served as cannon fodder, the fierce poisonous flower vine known as half an assassin, and the flickering oak wise man flashed one by one, and then his body also suddenly skyrocketed, transforming into a werewolf.

The druid and the wizard are facing each other, and in the words of the elemental system, it is quite a bit of a feeling of playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and this druid seems to want to use the speed flow of melee group fights, which is more common to deal with mages, to greet the other party well.

From summoning a wild wolf to transforming into a werewolf, it was only a moment's effort, and it seemed to be a few points faster than me, fully demonstrating this sixth-order druid's profound attainment in summoning and transformation skills.

Roya still stood still (I suspect his feet were not touching the ground in his cloak), looking unhappy and angry, as if he didn't know that the druid had rushed over with his ghost wolf.

Quickly, very quickly, the three ghost wolves scattered, circled, and surrounded Roya with the druid, the druid let out a long roar, and the figure suddenly accelerated again, running straight towards Roya.

At this time, Luo Ya seemed to come back to his senses, the right hand in the cloak raised at a thirty-degree angle, pointing slightly to the ground, just when the druids were secretly vigilant, a ring of flames suddenly erupted from the ground, and the druids, who had no time to react, the three ghost wolves, and even the fierce poisonous flower vines in the ground, all rushed into the air in unison.

The right hand continued to be raised, and with Roya's gesture, the sky above his head seemed to burn, turning red and clear, and the overwhelming scorching waves of fire could be clearly felt outside even through the protective energy shield of the ring, not to mention the druid and his pet in the center of the red cloud.

Under the light of the red fire, Royana's cloaked figure grew taller and taller, and in our eyes became a sun-like flame keeper, as if he could unleash flames to destroy the world with a single gesture of his hands and feet.

Countless scorching red dots formed in the burning sky, and when we saw it clearly, we couldn't help but be dumbfounded, these red dots turned out to be the most basic skill of a wizard, a first-order fire bomb, and everyone had a ridiculous feeling in their hearts, as if they saw a small smoking stone popping out from the muzzle of a mighty large-caliber cannon.

However, these fire bombs are superior to a large number, densely covered with the entire sky, at least there are hundreds, and they are still forming, as the saying goes, ants bite elephants to death, and the power should not be underestimated.

With a flick of his fist, these floating fireballs in the void, as if they had eyes, enveloped the druid and his pets all over the world, tightly enveloping them.

To the adventurer's surprise, the power of these fire bombs seemed to be condensed and not dispersed, unlike other fire bombs, which disappeared at the sound of an explosion, but gradually merged like a mass of water, and finally condensed into a huge hot molten ball, completely enveloping the druid and those poor pets.

It seems to be a simple and random technique, but looking at the sudden changes in the faces of the other mages around him, he knows that it is definitely not easy to do this, and it is impossible to do it without an absolutely thorough understanding and mastery of fire magic.

By the time the molten balls were removed, the pets were gone, and the druids had fallen from the sky in blackened light, unconscious, and only the unoffensive oak wise man was left on the field, innocently spinning in circles around his master.

It's not that the druid's strength is too weak, but the wizard Luo Ya is strong, and it seems that two simple magics actually contain a lot of manipulation-vertical skills, so he can suppress the druid so easily, so that he has no room for his skills.

"Victor, Wizard Loya."

With the loud announcement of the angel referee, Luo Ya's figure was lightly lifted, flew out of the ring, and disappeared from everyone's eyes in the blink of an eye.

"Cut, this guy, sure enough, he hid his head-exposed-tail, and he just revealed-such a thing." Seattlek smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and spat out the grass roots in his mouth.

Indeed, it seems that there is nothing else to be seen other than the impostor Roya's ability to manipulate the flames to an extreme.

However, the two skills that come out of the light exhibition-exposure-are already incredible, and the skills of the last move with countless fire bombs, I don't need to say more, just the skill of hitting the druid high in the previous move is enough to make people vigilant.

What skills are derived? Is it the Mage's Wall of Fire? Possibly, but can the firewall really do that? The power of that eruption was several times faster than my ninth-level volcanic explosion.

If it were me, I wouldn't be able to hit a werewolf druid at such a speed with a modified volcano, let alone his summoned pet.

Even if it happens to hit, it will not have such power, knock it into the air dozens of meters in the air, and fall into a temporary state of stiffness!!

The simpler the thing, the more you can perceive the unfathomable depth of the other party, and you can transform the mage's wall of fire technique into a druid volcano, and the power is even more powerful and rapid than the authentic volcano, from this point, you can see the world difference between me and Yarrow in the field of flames.

Of course, there is no need for the druid to compete with the mage for magic attainments, as I said just now, it is completely a class axe, and there is still a difference of more than 20 levels between me and Luo Ya, and the combat experience is even less than the other party's decades, even with the help of soul magic, it is normal to have such a gap.

On the other hand, if Roya is good at fire spells, I can breathe a sigh of relief, even if Roa is stronger than Carlos, I have a better chance of defeating him.

There is no other way to have such confidence, the key is to restrain each other, just as Carlos's velocity flow can restrain my blood bear transformation, my blood bear transformation is also immune to flames, and Yarrow's fire magic, no matter how powerful, will hit me with a few big discount labels.

Of course, in the same way, my flame moves, even including the Blood Bear Energy Cannon, will also discount the damage to Yarrow, but one advantage that cannot be reversed is that my Blood Bear state and life endurance are hundreds of times stronger than that of Luo Ya as a wizard.

After learning this, my mood became happy, and I looked forward to meeting Luo Ya, an imposter mage, one step ahead of my sister, and teaching him a good lesson to vent my sister's anger.

Having said that, the leaders of the competition are the old drunkard and Linya, do you want them to make a little move in the group stage of the top 16? Well, that's a way to consider.