Solo Tour One Hundred and Thirty-Six: Probably a Shemale

Compared to the Jedi counterattack of the first battle. My second fight was a bit lackluster. After the undead lich evil spirit. The second one became my opponent. is a blue-skinned, fanged troll swordsman. His name is "I'm ugly, but I'm durable". In my opinion, for himself, this is a fairly objective assessment. His ugly face is naturally clear at a glance. And that "persistent" also accurately sums up the very distinct and evil bloodline of the troll race, and at the same time the envy of many people in the depths of their hearts - honestly. At least I'm very envious of myself.

How? Do you want to know what kind of feature this is? Of course, it's the "quick healing" racial trait that trolls have. This enviable racial trait allows them to regain their lost vitality at a rate equal to one or two times that of other races. This allows them to hold out longer than others in some intense fights – hey. That's exactly what I meant. What do you think I'm talking about? Why this strange evil smile?

You know. There are always people whose minds are led in strange directions by a word or two. It's inexplicable......

Before becoming my opponent. The troll swordsman had apparently just had a very difficult life. The equipment he had on was one of the most shabby of all the people present. At least more than half of them were so badly damaged that they had varying degrees of additional stats, and their level levels were significantly lower than their current levels. At a glance, I knew that it was a temporary piece of emergency equipment after the original equipment was damaged. I couldn't bear to guess how many battles he had lost before he wore out the equipment he was now. When I first saw this guy in rags climb into the ring. I even thought he had just been trampled head-on by a thousand bison. But after careful observation. I quickly realized how wrong I was in my thinking:

He was stepped on at least twice!

Originally, the swordsman profession has been restrained by war warriors - for a long time. Their image of "mage killers" is already very deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Many of their resistance talents are extremely immune to magic. However, protection against physical damage has always been fragile. However, the battle warriors' strong shield and heavy armor can effectively reduce the huge threat of their two-handed weapon mastery - not to mention that now this guy in front of me has fallen to the point that even the two-handed short sword he relies on for survival only has two trash in his thirties.

I'm not interested in retelling this tedious battle. Two warriors armed with sharp blades stood in the center of the ring and slashed at each other in a frenzy. There are no tricks. There is no resourcefulness. There are just the savage collision of limbs and the ugly splashing of life...... It was a gamble of pure power and blood. The battle was reduced to a string of indifferent numbers at this point. And these numbers add up to a weight that is constantly changing in weight. Each is beneficial to its own side.

Although I have lost nearly half of my life force in the previous fight. But in this contest of completely asymmetrical strengths. I still had a thrilling victory. He became the first ground fighter to win two consecutive victories so far. The Troll Swordsman's racial pride name didn't help him in the slightest—it took me less than a minute to settle the fight. This weak one-minute man never showed the slightest "lasting" characteristic to me.

After defeating the Troll Swordsman. I finally met the last member of my rival team: their captain - and their guildmaster. A fifty-third level undead warrior. An ascetic who has spent a lifetime of endless suffering. And in the perseverance of courage to get a new life of the fighter of fate: the funeral march.

I couldn't take my eyes off the top of his head. Now. The terrible name of the guild hung high above his head. Let us have to re-emotionally re-empathize with the bumpy experience he suffered during his lifetime: the fifth level was chased by wild dogs and ran naked. The ten-level selling point card was pitted. The dungeon at level 15 is wiped out. Level 20 and shemale online dating. The Trojan horse was stolen at level 25. Level 30 becomes a generation of black hands. Level 35 was opened and guarded by others. Level 40 was banned as soon as he learned to use the plug-in......

In fact. Most of his previous experiences in his life - such as plug-ins, number theft, Trojan horses, etc. But this does not prevent me from feeling the poignant and mournful mental journey of his previous life through the deep and mysterious textual area, which is actually very normal. The pain that each person experiences in their respective lives. Often it is incomprehensible to others. But we can't deny the torment of a soul caused by this pain. And the most poignant thing is. I am sure of these tragic encounters. Whichever happens to one person can be called a human tragedy. And now, with an incredible frequency, it has all been smashed on this guy's head. The probability is even lower than the probability of being hit by a meteorite twice in a person's lifetime. When this once-in-a-lifetime small probability time happens to a person. It's hard to even tell if it's a misfortune at all. It's a great blessing......

"You seem to have put both women last." The sound of the funeral march was not as grey as I had imagined. In fact. His voice was quite gentle and pleasant. There was not a hint of hostility to be heard. It's as if we weren't bitter enemies, but very good friends.

"Such a rude thing as fighting. Ladies always have to be taken care of. I shrugged my shoulders and explained.

"That's right. That's right. Gentlemanly manners. But ......" the funeral march nodded frequently. Then he tilted his head sideways and looked at the two ladies in the audience for a moment. There was a strange expression on his face that was palpitating—it wasn't that there was anything strange about his expression. It's because ...... You know. The skull of the white bones that have been lost. It was able to accurately make me feel his "palpitations" at this time. This in itself was a very strange thing—he whispered tentatively, "...... It's not all shemales

Shemale? What is that?

I've heard this confusing word from quite a few people. But there is still no understanding of the exact meaning of the word. Analyze it from the tone and attitude of others when they say this word. This seems to be a specific noun with a certain derogatory connotation. It seems to accuse some people of intolerable immorality.

In my opinion. We, the miser president, who takes the collection of huge fortunes as the pursuit of life, the exploitation of other people's labor as the goal of life, and the pursuit of high-interest debts as the joy of life, have a close relationship with many immoral behaviors-shhh Don't tell anyone - so I think there's a pretty good chance she's a shemale.

Although I'm happy to affirm the speculation of the funeral march. But Fei Yin is a companion who fights side by side with me after all. The genuine friendship from my heart did not allow me to join strangers in the hostile camp in insulting terms to degrade her character and character—especially when she was watching us—so I wisely chose to remain silent.

"Nonsense!" For such ill-intentioned speculation. I can be silent. But Fei Yin, who is the party concerned, cannot. Our elders couldn't help but shout in the ring. Judging by her swollen little face and violently undulating breasts. She seemed quite angry at the moment - of course. I would never encourage you to think that this is a sign of anger after the truth has been revealed.

"You're blind! Like my aunt and grandmother, I am a beautiful and wise, gentle and virtuous, Lan Xinhui, and a charming girl. How could it be a shemale?! Miss Fei Yin waved her wand vigorously. Staring at the funeral march in the ring. Hysterical yelling. As if I wanted to rush into the ring right now and smash him into meat sauce - oh. I'm sorry. I mean bone meal – like that.

I really don't see any relationship between her fangs and claws, menacing and vicious posture at this time and the beautiful and graceful words of "gentle and virtuous, graceful and graceful". So it's obvious: it seems that our elders must be shemales......

My opponent is clearly not as smart as I am. He didn't even hear the obvious contradiction in Fei Yin's words. Blindly believing her self-justification—I had long suspected it. It is impossible for the undead whose brains have been corrupted to the ground not have any effect on their intelligence.

"It doesn't sound like an audio synthesizer......" He leaned his ear—I mean he leaned into the hole that had ears on it—and listened carefully to Fei Yin's words. Then he nodded slightly. “…… It seems that you are really women. If that's the case. Then we have a chance to win. ”

He was fooled—I thought gloatingly—and everyone who knew our honorable elders knew it. When this cunning woman swears to promise something. She's certainly not telling the truth - it's another way of proving that our president must be a shemale - though I really, really don't know what a shemale is......

Be the last member of the opposing team to appear in battle. Facing the challenge of three opponents in the same division. And there is also an ice mage who is recognized as the "nemesis of the samurai". In the face of such a cold and cruel reality. He was still delusional about being able to turn defeat into victory. I can only think. The guy standing in front of me was a hopelessly ill utopian optimist. His positive yearning for a better destiny has reached the point where he can hallucinate at any time and place, and I dare assert that it is definitely the after-effect of the inhuman fate that he has endured, and I can only sympathize with it from the bottom of my heart.

"What do you say? Dare to look down on my aunt and grandmother! Miss Fei Yin, who felt the contempt deeply, was already out of anger at this time. She rolled up her sleeves high. Revealing two slender and thin arms like reed sticks. One hand on the waist. One pointed to the funeral march on the stage. Viciously yelled loudly, "Stinky boy. You won't be arrogant for long! Let's see how I teach you a good lesson when I play in person! Chew every word you just said and swallow it back......"

As a teammate who is standing in the ring at the moment and ready for the next challenge. Listen to my captain shouting "I'll be on the pitch in person" in a moment. It's hard for me to discern a hint of encouragement and blessing in her words—if you're lying in a hospital bed and feel like you still have a chance to save it. Suddenly, I heard your good friend with a dark face and a low voice saying to you, "You can go in peace." We will avenge you". I'm afraid you're going to feel the same way I did at this time – trust me. It's a bad feeling. You'll never want to try it a second time – of course. If you still have a chance to try a second time.

I am saddened by the Elder's distrustful attitude toward me. And what made me even more sad was that she ignored me...... Well...... It's not unreasonable – it's a self-respecting thing. The battle between me and the funeral march soon began...... And then...... It seems to end faster than it began. I had hoped that this brainless undead warrior might be reduced in his fighting ability due to the adverse effects of his intelligence and spirit. But what happened since then made me realize my mistake: five faces. Only five faces. With less than a tenth of my health left, I fell tragically to his barrage.

Seeing that I was finally beaten off the stage. We've been preparing for a long time, and the female mage of the ice type immediately jumped into the ring. The blue gem at the tip of the staff in his hand shimmered with a cold light. A halo of aqua blue light flickered in her hands. It seems as if it could erupt at any moment. Freeze the enemy in front of you into an ugly ice sculpture of white bones.

But. Dear Elder. I understand your eagerness for revenge at the moment. But you don't have to be happier than my opponent when you see me fail......

Although the Funeral March of the Undead War Samurai once released a bold promise to turn the entire battle tide with one enemy and three enemies. But after the battle with Fei Yin began, he did not show any combat effectiveness commensurate with it. From the very beginning of the fight with Fei Yin. He bravely rushed at the enemy in front of him, dressed in heavy metal armor. Then, as expected, it was frozen into a pair of real "popsicles" by a large "ice storm". When the ice that wrapped around his body finally thawed. He had already taken two ice spears and one ice ridge solidly. The cold air instantly froze his bare skeleton into a brilliant blue-purple color. The cold magical force froze his joints. It made it difficult for him to walk. His movements were abrupt like a stiff corpse—of course. He was, in fact, a corpse in the first place—a much slower move than usual. Although the stone slabs on the surface of the ring are very flat. But every step he took was a difficult trek. Just a dozen steps. It was harder than wading through a swamp under his feet. Compare to the difficult situation of the funeral march. Our elders are having a great time. Because it's the last opponent to face. Fei Yin didn't have to worry about the amount of her magic power in the slightest. She wielded her staff skillfully. Squandered her magic with a rare gesture of generosity. He threw one magical beam after another of the cold power onto his opponent's head. Compare to the lethality of attacking magic. The freezing effect inflicted by the Ice spell is her most powerful weapon. Her opponent's sluggish footwork allowed her to perfectly control the distance between her and her foe. Even in bloated magical robes. She can also calmly escape from her opponent's pursuit after throwing a spell. Accumulate more mana after reaching a large enough distance. Recast a more powerful spell.

It didn't take long. The health of the funeral march was reduced to less than half under Fei Yin's indiscriminate bombardment. But Fei Yin did not receive the slightest damage. Even so. This tenacious and tenacious skeleton monster has not given up hope. He approached with great difficulty. Finally pushed his opponent to the edge of the ring. Just as he raised the sword in his hand and wanted to be humiliated before the snow. A huge ice bomb slammed into his face. Then a layer of aqua blue aura rippled out with the explosion of the ice bomb. Wrapping his bony body in layers. It formed a huge transparent ice mass. The poor skeleton warrior was suddenly unable to move. The posture was immediately frozen in this heroic and helpless moment.

Almost at the same moment. The space in front of Fei Yin instantly distorted. Her body vanished from the edge of the ring into thin air. Then it suddenly appeared in the center of the ring behind the funeral march.

One "Freeze" spell plus one "Teleport" spell. In this way, the female mage of the ice type easily got out of the predicament.

"Ahahahaha......" squinted at his opponent's dilemma of being unable to move in the ice. Our elders couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her laughter was as piercing and sharp as a wild storm squeezing through the narrow gaps in the rocks. It made our companions can't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies when they hear it.

"Aren't you rampant......" Fei Yin smiled evilly. While smashing an ice arrow into your opponent's buttocks

“…… He also said that he would hit the three of us with one ......" and another ice arrow flew out. Explode a snowflake on the back of the head of the undead warrior

“…… The most unforgivable thing is. You still dare to slander your aunt and grandmother, and I am a beautiful and dignified cute girl who is a shemale ......," a sharp ice spear flew in response. In the blink of an eye, it pierced the frozen funeral march - it seems that our elder really hated the word "shemale".

“…… Look at me, I'm going to break your two ribs into eighteen sections...... "It's hard to wait until the freezing technique is ablated." The hapless funeral march just turned around. was confronted in the face by an oversized "snow blast technique......

With Fei Yin's attack spell, it rained down on her opponent's head like a storm. The health of the funeral march was quickly devastated to a heart-wrenching state. This one-sided situation of bullying the weak has made me even begin to sympathize with our opponents: the undead warriors are already teetering in the ring at the moment. People can't help but worry that a maggot that eats carrion will kill him if he bites him lightly.

Judging by the current situation. No matter how much the funeral march struggles for its life. It is no longer possible to escape the humiliating fate of defeat. However. That's when we thought we were on the safe side. The funeral march suddenly sank - I beg your pardon. You can only imagine for yourselves how a face with only a pile of skeletons left "sinks". This is truly a paranormal event beyond my ability to speak. But it did happen like that in an unbelievable way—his face sank. With a serious expression, he said a very, very inappropriate sentence:

"Surrender. Magician. It's too late for you to surrender now......"