While Fenpida was working hard to write his novel, the hotel in Shining Gold Town was also spitting fire and betting, and even a conspicuous sign was placed in the most prominent corner of the hotel.

Give it a go, and the pony will become a big horse!

Harold, a disciple from Benedictas, is odds of 1:2!

The odds of Druid Teach Dwarvo are 1:1.5!

Fenpida, which has no sense of existence... The payout is 1:100!

With such a huge odds, almost everyone has no hope, and many people have bet their money on Harold and Danwo, and Fenbida has not bet on anyone yet.

"Unless someone's brain is thrown by the dragon's tail, it's impossible to bet on Fenpida. A Night Elf said.

His words resonated with many people, and everyone present echoed them.

"Yes, Harold and Danwo are only part of a new generation of new stars, but they are much better than the one who has never heard of Fenpida!"

"The odds of 100 have already looked at the rest. ”

"Indeed, may the light be with him..."

"I don't want to see the Holy Light!"

Everyone is extremely unsightly to Fenpida, not for anything else, because his opponent is too strong, and it is not unjust to lose to the best of these two young people!

In the main examination tent of the Darkmoon Circus, Hellas was sitting quietly, and the dwarf male beside him didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that his actions would affect Captain Hellas.

"Martin, who do you think is the better of these three? Who is better at their work?" Hellas asked suddenly, "Tell me what you want." ”

Martin, the dwarf man who had been by Hellas's side before, hurriedly said, "Leader, I don't feel good about it, but I personally prefer Fenpida's work to be good!"

"Why?"

"Intuition, Captain. Martin said.

Hellas replied lightly, "I also have this intuition, but in the end, it depends on his strength, whether he can play the strength of that poem, but... Poetry and fiction are two different concepts. ”

Then he couldn't help but shake his head, "I don't know if Fenpida can still surprise us?"

...

At this time, Fenbida was struggling to write his own novel, relying on his strength as a writer of Dian Niang, and having read all the works on Dian Niang, Fenbida basically did not need any drafts and outlines, because many excellent works had already been introduced into his mind.

"No, the plot above can't be written like this, it should be in line with the emotions between demons and people!"

Fenpida hurriedly crossed out the content of the previous paragraph, added the idea he had just comprehended, and couldn't help but read it carefully, and his first feeling was that it was amazing!

Now, every word and every sentence has reached the highest level as a writer, and he has reached an efficiency of 100 words per minute, which is written with a quill.

As time passed, Fanta put the finishing touches and spices on the novel that had already been written, and then stretched her waist.

"Ah!!h

"It's finally done!"

Getting up and carrying his paper, he walked out, and immediately saw a minotaur standing outside his tent, and said to him, "It's done!"

"Huh?" The minotaur was slightly stunned, only two novels had already been completed? This is too fast, isn't it? Although he doesn't know much literature, doesn't literature have to be carefully considered before it can be perfected in the end?

"Ahh

"Good!"

The Minotaur came to Silas with Fenbida, and the two gnomes saw that Fenbida had actually come out, and asked in surprise, "You... Are you done?"

Fenbida nodded, "Of course... What's wrong with that? It's so simple!"

The opening draft of the novel by the Minotaur named Fenpida was handed to Silas, the head of the Darkmoon Circus, and after taking the draft, he tried to read the contents several times, but he still put up with it, and for the sake of fairness, he had to wait until the other two returned, and then read it together.

Hilas carefully observed Fenpida, and really couldn't imagine that he could come out so quickly, literature is such a thing, it must be carefully worked to produce good products, and it must not be a good thing to complete it so quickly.

Hellas couldn't help but sigh and shook his head silently, it seemed that the previous poem had exhausted all his talents.

Martin was also quite embarrassed, a candidate he was optimistic about had such a problem at a critical moment, and he was a little annoyed that he was embarrassed in front of Captain Hellas.

"Fenpida... Are you sure you're done?" asked Martin again, hoping that he would change his mind and go back to writing.

For Martin's kindness, Fenpida naturally didn't know, and said with a confident face, "No need at all, this is already the best work about demons, I believe that in the whole of Azeroth, there is no second similar novel that can surpass me!"

The two dwarf men glanced at each other, and they saw arrogance in each other's eyes, a fatal wound to the strong that would rob him of his life at any moment.

In the land of Azeroth, how many powerful people have paid a terrible price for their own conceit, and the former Admiral of the Alliance, Dalin Prodmore, died at the hands of one of the greatest heroes of the Horde, Lexa.

...

Soon the clock was in the evening, and Harold and Danwo both walked out of their tents, and when they came to Silas, they saw Fenbida dozing off boredly.

The two of them were shocked at first, but then they were disdainful, depending on the situation, he should have brought up many hours, and in such a short period of time, there would definitely be no good works.

"Dear Captain Silas, this is my work. ”

"Captain Hellas, this is mine. ”

The two men handed their manuscript to Hellas themselves, and then stood aside, quietly waiting for him to speak.

"Well, now I'm going to analyze the work of the three of you, please leave and come back in half an hour. Hellas then picked up the manuscript and read it carefully.

"You two are slow enough, too—" Out of the tent, Fenpida yawned and said tiredly, "I've slept all afternoon!"

Harold and Danwo glanced at Fenpida, with endless contempt in their eyes, even if they had relied on opportunity to gain the favor of Captain Hellas before, what was the use?

Ignoring Fenpida's words, the two stood outside rather arrogantly, waiting for Hellas's final choice, and now Harold and Danwo felt that they were the real opponents, this Fenpida... I'm just here to make up the numbers.

......