Late at night.

Wall left the Iron Nation embassy and found a tavern on the side of the road for a drink.

His father, Count Cruz, had completely focused on his incompetent brother.

As Wall thought of this, a crack appeared in the glass he was holding.

"This time, it seems that the Holy Spirit Nolan Open is attended by people from all over the world."

"So what, let me tell you, today's competition of the Iron Casters is really crushing, especially the operation of the sword folding in one hand is so strong that there is nothing to say."

"It seems that this time the winner of the Holy Spirit Nolan Open must be from our Iron Country! Iron casters will surely be able to take this honor down! ”

Wall keenly caught the chatter of a group of people sitting at the next table, and their voices sounded very noisy.

Wall, who was originally extremely depressed in his heart, became even more irritable when he heard about the Iron Caster and the Holy Spirit Nolan Open.

He slammed his glass down on the table, making a heavy thud.

"What qualifications do you have to talk about the honor of the country in a game competition?"

Wall stared at the group of people sitting at the next table with his cold pupils.

"What did you say?"

Sitting next door was a group of mercenaries, apparently drunk, and immediately stood up angrily under the influence of alcohol when they heard Wall's provocation.

Wall also clenched his fists and stood up, he had come to this tavern today to teach a lesson to a guy who had been chasing him in the game of the Holy Spirit.

This group of mercenaries who often talk about games and national honors also makes Wall very unaccustomed to it.

In Wall's view, the only thing that can stake the honor of the whole country is the game of war and gladiatorial competition, which is like a child's play, and it is too unqualified.

"You're right! Brothers... What an honor to the Iron Country! Don't make me laugh anymore. ”

The moment Wall stood up, a group of people stood up at a table behind him.

He looked back at the table behind him, which was also a group of burly mercenaries.

Is it normal for someone to finally have their heads?

Wall exhaled, glad he had found someone who shared his own views.

"That's right, the game doesn't qualify for a ...... at all," Wall was about to answer him.

The group of mercenaries came behind Wall, stared at the group of Iron Nation mercenaries in front of Wall, and then made a very mocking gesture to them, and then shouted out what they wanted to say in a very loud voice.

"Because the winner of this Nolan Holy Spirit Open must be from our Frost Country! You guys from the Iron Nation are not going to win the championship! ”

The mercenary put his hand on Wall's shoulder after saying that.

"I'm right! Brothers! ”

I'm sorry... I'm a Man of the Iron Country.

Wall had a sense of collapse at this moment.

What the hell is wrong with this world? Wall looked at the mercenaries between the two sides, and they were so excited about a game dispute that they were about to fight each other.

Farce!

Wall had no interest in teaching the group of guys and wanted to turn around and leave the tavern directly, but the tavern door was pushed open at this moment.

A middle-aged man with gray hair and blood-eyed eyes walked into the tavern, and the first thing he said after entering the tavern was...

"Who is the Ossenburg Wall?" His scarlet gaze scanned all the people in the tavern, and finally fixed on Wall, "Is that you?" ”

Wall ignored him and walked straight to the door of the tavern, he didn't want to be a part of the farce tonight.

"Wait a minute!"

But this middle-aged man stood in front of him.

"I practiced for a whole week just to cleanse the shame from before! Come on, Ossenburg Wall... If I win you with the Warden, you'll have to take back your previous words! ”

Is... Holy Spirit Contest?

"Get out of the way, I'll spare your life today."

Wall gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, and glared at him with wolf-like eyes.

"You've agreed to fight at this tavern today."

The middle-aged man's scarlet pupils met him.

"I'm not in the mood to play with the Holy Spirit, I'll tell you with my fists......"

Before Wall could finish his sentence, his body took a few steps back uncontrollably, and then sat down on a chair.

His angry expression faded into a dull one, and Wall looked at his trembling hands.

will die.

His instinct kept warning him just now, if he threw a punch at that middle-aged man just now... He's going to die!

"This is the twenty-seventh time I've challenged you! Let's go! I will definitely not be defeated this time! ”

The middle-aged man picked up a table and moved it to Wall, and at the same time, the interface of the magic net appeared in front of his eyes.

What is the twenty-seventh challenge, isn't there a reality that has the ability to easily kill me? What kind of monster is this guy?

Wall's trembling hands clenched again, and now to Wall's somewhat glad thing was... He was able to easily defeat this monster in the Holy Spirit.

"We're going to have a one-on-one duel with someone else in the Land of Frost!"

Wall suddenly heard a mercenary shout behind him, and it wasn't long before a group of people gathered around him and the middle-aged man.

It didn't feel bad, and a smile barely squeezed out of Wall's face, which reminded him of the first time he entered the underground arena and struggled to survive.

"That kid from the Land of Frost wins."

"Me too!"

Gambling will be set up privately, which is also very similar to the underground gladiatorial arena of the Iron Country.

But there was one thing that made Wall very dissatisfied.

"I'm from the Iron Country! Make no mistake! ”

Wall took out the protospar mouse, opened the magic net, and directly logged in to the Holy Spirit.

…………

The next morning.

"Aren't you nocturnal creatures?"

Qiao Xiu arranged his upturned hair in front of the mirror, Qiao Xiu was very glad that the purple man was present last night, otherwise Ciri might be lying on Qiao Xiu's bed in disheveled clothes today.

Today, Qiao Xiu's room should have been the only one in Qiao Xiu, but when Qiao Xiu woke up, a middle-aged man was standing silently by the window.

"That's just some misunderstanding of this power by humans." The Grand Duke of Blood stood by the window and said to Qiao Xiu very respectfully.

"It's really uncomfortable to see a man in my room early in the morning..."Qiao Xiu let out a sigh.

"Is it better to let my daughter come?"

The Blood Grand Duke didn't seem to understand the reason for Qiao Xiu's sigh.

"No, no... Today is the official debut of the team belonging to the Demon Realm, but before that... There's one thing I'd like to discuss with everyone. ”

After Qiao Xiu took the toothbrush of this world and cleaned his teeth as quickly as he could, he turned his head and said to the Grand Duke of Blood.

"What's the matter?"

It was also for this reason that the Grand Duke of Blood visited Qiao Xiu's room.

"As for what kind of identity we are using...... Qiao Xiu said.