The rules of the God of War Contest are very simple, except that you can't touch the enemy's head with your hands, other parts of the body can be used as offensive weapons.

The fishermen from Hippo City had formed a good understanding with each other because they usually worked together, and the bounty of five hundred gold coins was very attractive. It takes a strong fisherman about six months to save four hundred gold coins.

"Fork, go and ask His Highness Merlin, can we new villagers also participate in the God of War Contest?" asked a fisherman, many of whom refused to talk to Fork after what happened at the Fisherman's Bar. The forks are on the second floor of the Ashoven, and they live on the first floor, which invisibly widens the gap.

"It should be possible!" The fork was also a little excited, five hundred gold coins, he could do a lot of things. His home in Ashhearth was still empty, and though it didn't matter if he lived in it now, he thought about the damn wet weather when the rainy season came, and he thought he should put nice glass windows on his new home.

"No need to ask, as long as you can gather five people, you can participate in the God of War Competition. A fisherman with a wet fishing net on his shoulder said, "The ronins outside have formed a team of five. ”

"Then let's go find Sula quickly. ”

"Fork, do you want to participate?" asked a slightly thin fisherman next to him, "and if you do, I'll be one of them." ”

Fork nodded, and before he could speak, he heard a slightly playful voice beside him say, "Why, Fork participates in you too, and I didn't see you open your mouth when we were few people just now." Is it that easy to get these five hundred gold coins?"

"That's it, everyone knows that the fork is the Black Iron Knight, so why should he take you to play?"

Fork smiled and watched the fishermen arguing, just like in the Fisherman's Bar, when everyone was fighting over who was going to get a boat with Roots, and now they are fighting over who is on a team with Forks.

This kind of life doesn't seem to be bad, the mood of the fork has become brighter, and the depression of the past has been swept away at this moment. "The old rule, you tie your wrists in the competition, and whoever wins will participate in the God of War Contest with me. ”

"No, fork, you are not allowed to use your hands when kicking people's heads in the God of War Competition. ”

"Lao Tzu has the final say in this matter, you open it for me. The fork kicked away the man who had just spoken, and he had done this kind of thing in his time at the fisherman's bar, and the guy who had been kicked in the ass could only glare at him with his eyes, and then quickly followed. The God of War Contest is something that no one wants to miss, and even if you can't go down in person, it's good to watch the battle from the sidelines.

Merlin stood on the third floor of the Ashoven, pushed open the hazy grounded glass window, and looked at the boiling crowd in front of the Ashoven, this kind of thought moved, and countless people began to act around this thought. Merlin's heart was pounding, his face flushed, he knew it was the smell of power, and this feeling that surpassed the physical experience of a person was as fascinating as taking drugs.

Merlin took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. He knew that he needed to be calm at this time, this was the beginning, his strength was still very weak, and there were enemies hiding in the shadows, eyeing him, he needed to be strong quickly.

Bangbang, bangbang, bangbang, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Merlin said, regaining his composure.

"Your Highness, this is the investigation report you asked for about the undead in the Black Forest Dungeon!" said Vivien, the spellcaster, placing the papyrus in her hand on the table.

"You put things down!" Merlin stood up and walked around Barbara, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Barbara was like a little white rabbit trembling under the eyes of the big bad wolf, "what do you want to do?"

"Now there is a very important mission, if you can complete it, you will get a bounty of five hundred gold coins!"

"How much?"

"Five hundred gold coins!"

The eyes of the second-ring caster are full of small golden stars. "Tell me, what's the mission?"

"Participate in the election of the Flower of the Ashhearth and take back the crown of the Princess of Thorns for me!"

In another room on the third floor of Ashfurnace, Sula and Raj huddled on the bed, whispering. In Raj's hand was a small dish of small fried golden fish. The little yellow fish was coated in a lot of red paprika, which was the reward Raj received after agreeing to Merlin's terms.

"Sister Sura, you really don't participate in the selection contest of the Princess of Thorns?" asked Raj cautiously, but at this time, Sula's attention was focused on the little fish cub in Raj's hand, and she didn't notice anything unusual about her partner.

The little fish coated in paprika has a special flavor, and Sura inhales as she puts the little fish into her mouth.

"Compared to these vulgar fans, even if you win, it's not interesting, right?" A few beads of sweat appeared on Sula's beautiful face on his forehead, "Hurry up and explain, how could the stingy Merlin agree to make you a little fish, and what conditions did you promise him!"

"No, His Highness Merlin said he had a new flavor and asked me to taste some. Raj's eyes flickered, "Sister Sula, you're not worried about losing, are you?"

"Just kidding, who else do you think is more beautiful than me in the whole Ashhearth?"

"Barbara, Barbara seems to have signed up with the village chief of Reims!" Raj said.

"You said the spellcaster woman with two papayas hanging on her chest?"

"Yes, when I came up from the second floor just now, I saw her squirming around in her own house, as if she was rehearsing a dance!" Raj paused, "Sister Sula, five hundred gold coins, and the crown of the Princess of Thorns plus the castle on the fourth floor of the Ashhearth. Aren't you tempted?"

"Isn't Sula such a cheesy person?

"Sister Sula, I think you're just afraid of losing, I've heard that Visigothic women can sing and dance, sister, you can't do anything other than witchcraft!"

"I'll admit that the papaya on Barbara's chest is bigger than mine, but when it comes to beauty, she's still not as good as mine!"

"Whoever is pretty, you will only know by comparison!" Raj laughed.

"Well, Raj when did you become Merlin's stingy lobbyist, tell me, what good did you get from him!" Sura grinned and pressed Raj under her, his hands under her armpits, and the two of them were joking on the bed.