Diablo Destruction

Diablo Destruction Chapter 517 Funny Muradin

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　　　　\"Sorry. I lost the net m"

　　　　 Back to the special seat. Hardamas seemed a little ashamed of many fellow werewolves who had high hopes for themselves. As a result, he was brushed down in the first round. Face Chris them. He held his head. I don't know what to say.

　　　　\"It’s okay. Hadamás. You’ve done a good job. It’s just that the opponent is too strong. Our hearts are bright. You don’t have to blame yourself."

　　　　Chris's smile is still full of spring breeze. Full of hypocrisy. It seems that they won rather than lose. Then look back. The smile in his eyes was even worse.

　　　　\"The strength of Elder Fan is really extraordinary. And it is still so unrelenting. Uh heh—"

　　　　 He refers to Biwu Ringtai. When I just played in the third game. It is also a very ruthless second to kill a werewolf warrior who came from a long distance \"grabbing relatives". Then in the fourth game, he confronted Hardamas.

　　　　\"Where and where. It's still far from the master." Feel the strange expression of Krippi's not smiling. I said carefully.

　　　　\"Every elder does not need to be humble. There are such talents in the Alliance. It is really enviable. Haha!!!" He smirked. While looking back at the stadium. In an angle that I can't see. This guy seemed to mutter something.

　　　　 (whispering) \"Cut. Let the werewolves lose their big faces. The other day instigated Lena to stab him with a knife."

　　　　\"……"

　　　　 This smirking prince finally showed his black belly? It should be hallucinations in my ears. I can't touch my head back to my place. Under his arm was a groggy little ghost.

　　　　\"Boy. Not bad!!"

　　　　The old drunkard joined up. Slapping me on the shoulder and laughing all over the body|. Even the exposed teeth shone with the color of gold coins.

　　　　 Will this **** come over to congratulate me? It's strange. No need to ask. It must be because I bought it and won. Make a small profit. So happy, bastard.

　　　　Hum. This guy probably didn't know that the old fox Akala had already issued a debt collection order to the bar owner and waited for the contest. The bar owners are not vegetarian. One cry, two troubles and three hangs, but it's a must. At first, it wasn't obedient for me to burn the entire bar with my sister Salna and immediately paid for it.

　　　　 looked at the old drunkard with pity. I took the list of the game flow from her. Glanced. The first three games have ended for me Carlos. There is also a dragon elf archer who did not remember the name and has successfully entered the quarterfinals.

　　　　 The next round will soon be played. I quickly glanced at the list from top to bottom. Rolled his eyes.

　　　　\"The top 16 competition. Are you really not a ghost?"

　　　　I don't want to doubt that way either. Because Baby Linya is also one of the planners of this contest. But this list of lists. I really don't think much. It is too harmonious.

　　　　 Inside the top sixteen. Everyone recognized the strong. There are three heads of the fallen alliance. Selna. I. The old Muradin is barely half. A total of five and a half... uh. It is six. Ten other players. Such as Hadamas. Is on another level.

　　　　 while on the battle list. Me | six people. Surprisingly, none of them came across in pairs. The opponents are all players on another level. In other words, it is a competition organized by other races. I might still consider it a coincidence. But the host is the old fox Akala and them. No, I don't associate the word "cheating". Moreover, they also have a previous record in the knockout.

　　　　\"How is it possible? Oh ha ha ha ~ ~. Isn’t the signing drawn by you yourself? That’s fair and fair." Then he laughed exaggeratedly.

\"No no no. You don’t need to take it out to cheat people. Although we signed it out, it’s true. But for you. It’s not difficult if you want to do it. At least it’s not less than ten. Way. Mine is right."

　　　　 I stared at the old drunkard. Watching the rain on her forehead shudder like cold sweat.

　　　　\"This...I still have things. I will say it next time. I will say it next time. Wow hahaha~~~" With exaggerated laughter. Old drunkard Zhang's speed lightning.

　　　　\"……"

　　　　 Sure enough... Linya baby. Don't learn from this group of bastards.

　　　　\"呜呜～～

At this moment. The little ghost that has always been in my arms. Only mournfully woke up from the state of soul out. Raised his head and looked at me with sinister eyes. Tears flashed in the corners of the eyes. Cut the iron with a sharp tone.

　　　　\"You stubborn demon!"

　　　　\"After that, it’s better to continue rubbing your face. [m]I have created a new Wu’s triple speed buddha. Do I want to try it now?" I don’t look good. Glancing at the soft, smooth, soft face of the little ghost.

\"Wow!!"

　　　　 was probably scared, and he couldn't even speak. A small whisper of the signboard style. Quickly pressed his face tightly with two small hands. Exposed one squeezed. Funny and cute face. Then he shook his head desperately.

　　　　\"That’s still scum."

　　　　 looked at the cute little boy. If it is not crowded. I'm sure to kiss the scented lips hard. Just hug in your arms to be reconciled.

　　　　\"呜呜～～"

　　　　The little ghost caught in the wind. Mourning. In a good time. I kept staring at me with conspiracy eyes that you waited for me to see. The sinister look. What would make me sleep with her tonight. Tomorrow will definitely be covered with tooth marks all over the body. No full skin.

　　　　Forget it. Tonight, go to Sarah's room to sleep well. I fought a cold war. Decided to say nothing tonight cannot be seduced by the beauty of this lecherous saint.

　　　　 When talking. The fourth game has already started. It was the eighth lottery. Muradin like a monkey. Play against a barbarian.

　　　　The barbarian was tall and mighty. Seattle is not too short. Holding two golden hands decorated with swords in his hand. Golden superior helmet. Golden combat armor. Golden light metal boots. There is also a gold belt for murder and arson. The whole body is golden. With the figure stronger than the bear and the barbarians are naturally combative. It is even more God of War than God of War.

　　　　 just didn't know this golden outfit. Except for the two golden hands decorated with swords. How many titles are borrowed from teammates or other teams. As for weapons. Adventurers generally do not borrow from others. Unless it is very suitable. Otherwise, they would prefer to use the weapons that they are familiar with in order to better use their skills. Pretend-is finally a foreign object.

　　　　 A long jump. A savage beast like a **** of war. It turned into a parabolic black like a cannonball and jumped directly into the ring with two giant swords with a palm of one meter five and six grown. He was held high above his head. Accompanied by the barbarians

　　　　'S roaring clams struck each other with two swords. The shocking crisp gold collision sounded like a wave-like voiceprint even in the air. It continued to expand outward.

　　　　 The barbaric heroic appearance. The emotions of the surrounding audience are also stimulated. Especially those militants. One by one boiling. Screaming with his fists raised high and flushed.

　　　　 This barbarian... seems a bit impressed...

　　　　 I tilted my head and thought about it. Proof of countless examples. I am not a person with a strong memory. Especially for things that have nothing to do with yourself. It is the left ear into the right ear out. So there are not many brain cells. It is always wise to choose to clean up system trash once a day. So as not to cause negative brain.

　　　　I don’t want to be brainwashed by strange churches every year. Then I met some strange people because of escape. Yeah.

　　　　Return to the official story. Actually we are this person. But this barbarian can make an impression in our mind. Explain that there must be something special. Ming thought for a while. I suddenly patted my head. This guy who finally knows why he remembers.

　　　　 Remember this morning. Lar's three brothers. Running happily to rub the rice. And tell me about gambling? At that time, except for the poor old boy in Latin. The funny portrait. There are poor odds outside. I was deeply impressed by being a barbarian.

　　　　 One. He in the portrait. Wear golden armor all over. Tall and mighty. The gloomy eyes. Temperament vicissitudes. And another funny drunken portrait of Muradin. It is totally two positive and negative teaching materials filled with sharp contrasts.

　　　　 probably also benefits from the tall image of the portrait. The approval rating of this barbarian's dear friend. Also unexpectedly high. The odds are low. It was second only to Selna. Seattlek waited for a few players to know that he was a master. It's far from me \"silly. Oh no master's temperament and majesty'" comment under the portrait. Looking at the handwriting is a bit like the guy Farah wrote. Is it my heart? ) Above the guy.

of course. If only that. Not enough for my brain cells to retain his information and impressions for a long time. Let me remember the main reason for him. It is because of his name.

　　　　Love...

by the way. In the original world. In the case of dishwashing liquid, I am a firm \"Libai" party.

　　　　The brain slips. When I came back to God. I thought the game had already started. Take a look at the field. Only to find that the only clean barbarian Naisi on the field. Continue to greet the surrounding audience. Dazzle martial arts. There is no doubt that the barbarians love the limelight.

　　　　 Muradin? Is it still a hangover lying on the bar table and sleeping? Not right. This morning clearly saw him coming with the other dwarves.

At this moment. There was a sudden burst of laughter across the field. Take a closer look with visual magic. I can't help but be amused.

　　　　 Full armor. Muradin with a big hammer in his back. He was rushing towards the ring. Short limbs. Short one. Inside the armor. It's like forcing a big winter melon into your clothes. Unspeakable funny. That portrait. It really didn't stigmatize him.

　　　　 Then. Faced with a five-meter high platform that is four times as tall as his. He failed to be like Nais. Leaping forward wisely. Rather, it seemed like a very hard effort. Dwarf's body bounced violently.

　　　　 But his pair is probably too short. Not bouncing enough. Plus Sao Bao put on a full set of heavy armor. And there is a big hammer with a light hammer on his back that is bigger than his body. Although the face was kicked out of a big pit by strong force. It really shows the mighty power of the dwarf. but……

　　　　When Muradin's body rose to the highest point. His sad discovery. The edge of the ring. The stubby that he lifted high -| the longest **** above. There is a distance of about one centimeter.

The distance of 　　　　 centimeters is the dividing line between success and failure. With the strength of tyranny. Muradin stayed at the highest point for a moment. Make a tight bite. His eyes widened. Constipation with a red and thick neck. I want to stretch my head one centimeter out of thin air. Good enough to go to the edge of the stage.

　　　　However, no matter how strong his strength is, it is impossible to rigidly let his body rise one centimeter instantly, otherwise. The dwarf suffocated once or twice a day. For a year. It is more than a barbarian.

　　　　 So Mu's eyes were full of anger. Gradually discouraged. Until the sorrow and despair in the midair, the body is also chasing|sinking.

\"bump!!"

　　　　Strong Muradin Brave Muradin. The wise Muradin did not give up. The whole body was as fierce as a bow. The large shape is completely attached to the edge of the ring. It seems to want to take this leap forward.

　　　　But this tragic dwarf. But found it helpless. The edge of the ring is really smooth and vertical. I can't use it at all. The body just paused. Still rubbing down the edge rubbing. Muradin cursed the angels. It's okay to make the ring so good. One side slipped along the edge. Finally, there was a puff. Success.

　　　　\"Hahahaha——"

　　　　The adventurers on the field held their breath and watched Muradin’s funny struggle. When he finally slipped onto it. I don't know who started first. The loud laughter suddenly overwhelmed the audience. Bihalogas level knockout just started that time. Everyone shouted loudly.

　　　　\"Puff-puff-puff-puff-" I held my smile. There were constant noises. If it weren't for Akara, he kept looking at me. Let me be patient. I laughed long ago.

　　　　 Special seat for dwarves. It's not far from us.

　　　　 Little ghosts are different in their bodies. He laughed unscrupulously. Even the kind and gentle Villas. His face smiled involuntarily. Buried my head tightly in my arm. In other words, Sanwu Princess. Sitting blankly. That piece is as beautiful as Sarah. Still dull like a doll. Lack of anger. But that long finger. The pitiful grass that was constantly being pulled.

　　　　Look at Akara and the smirk prince again. I finally know why these old foxes always keep their smiles. Because once this kind of unexpected situation is encountered. Even if you smile, it's natural. No one else can tell! !

　　　　 As for the little fox. Her color is normal. It's just the warm plush tail at first sight. The frequency of swing is usually doubled faster.

　　　　 Elders of other races. There are also different methods of catharsis. All kinds of things in the world. Just laugh. The only one who can't laugh. It is estimated that there are only dwarves. It is estimated that after going back. Muradin's son. The current dwarf king Tualatin. It is imperative to drag his old man to the streets and show off. Think of Tualatin and the hot personality of the ten dwarf elders. This is not impossible.

　　　　The old man in Latin. I don't know how thick my skin is. Rubbed the red wine nose. Even completely ignored Zhou | mocking him. Bearded shaking. I don't know what to mutter. Then take a deep breath. Exhaust twelve points of effort and kick again.

　　　　 The laughter on the field was shocked. They all stared at Muradin attentively. See if he can bring laughter to the audience again. Unfortunately, this time Muradin learned the previous lesson. Not much effort is enough to reach the edge of the table. Then he rolled over and climbed up.

　　　　 greeted him. It's the big smiley face of Barbara Nais. He made a big shot. The huge palm of light. It seems that Muradin's brain can be locked completely.

　　　　\"This brother. Would you like to pull it."

　　　　Nayce smiled at Muradin. Unfortunately, Muradin does not appreciate it. The fool also knows why Nayce didn't pull it when he ridiculed otherwise. Make yourself \"little\" lose face?

　　　　 After standing up. Muradin patted the dirt on his palm. Take the big hand of Naais away: "Go, go. Who is your brother. Your predecessor, me. When you were a dwarf king. You are still breastfeeding."

　　　　 Then walked toward the middle of the field with his head raised.

　　　　\"Goodwill" was rejected by Naais. Scratching the back of the head. Looked at the other person's arrogant back. I can't figure it out. According to the capital. This dwarf winter melon is also one or two hundred years old. It's almost enough to be your grandfather.

　　　　 But is this really a book that can be used to show off pride?

　　　　Naais was confused in his head. Footsteps have gone up. A hundred meters away from Muradin. Opposed in the middle of the ring. The angel referee who waited for a long time coughed a few times. Formally inquired whether the two sides did not prepare. Then a big wave.

　　　　\"Sixty-level dwarf giant warrior. Against level sixty-two also cursed Naas. The game started."

　　　　\"Come and show grandpa to me. You big man. How much is heavier."

　　　　The angel referee just flew into the sky. Muradin withdrew the hammer behind him with one hand, then extended the other hand with four fingers and lined up towards Nais. Provoked.

　　　　\"Hoo". Worried about the heavy hammer with a catty, Muradin volatilized with one hand. There was a shallow scratch on his face.

　　　　 When the audience on the field could not help but sigh back on Muradin's back. I knew this hammer was big. But Muradin pulled it out now. Just glimpse the whole picture.

　　　　 Stainless steel hammer handle is. Connected with a boxy giant iron pimple. It is estimated to be one meter high and two meters high. The lower face is square. The side length is nearly half a meter. The water chestnut is distinct. Although there is no line beauty at all. But that real sense of weight. But it gives people a sense of heroism and power without a sword.

　　　　 If you are hit with a skill on the front of this hammer with a skill. The same level. Assassin class with less health. It is possible to spike on the spot! !

　　　　 The same level spike. Is this a concept? Even a barbarian. I dare not say that I can kill a mage of the same level in one stroke. However, dwarf warriors can.

　　　　 Everyone can't help but reassess this funny dwarf old man. some people. Watch Muradin hammer the handle. Throwing is as easy as chopsticks. Already began to secretly worry about holding Aise. Is it the right choice.

　　　　The two hands in Naais' hands were decorated with swords. It is already huge in the eyes of ordinary adventurers. But compared to the hammer in Muradin's hand. It's like a chopstick. Keep it with a hammer. Was vulnerable.

　 　 　 　, but the size of Nais nearly three meters. It was more than twice and half that of Muradin. One big and one small. One big and one small. Small ones get bigger. Big ones take small ones. The contrast is quite abrupt. Let everyone hold their breath. Watch this asymmetric battle.

　　　　After the game started. Muradin is short and huge. Be the first to provoke the party

　　　　Naisi looked quiet. Not irritated by Muradin's language. He can go to the 16th round. Except for a little luck, he didn't encounter Carlos monsters in the knockout. (Normal players who can make it to the top 16 are more or less lucky.) Plus solid experience skills. There is also excellent equipment. He was also credited with a calm and calm heart that did not match the rough appearance.

　　　　Before the game. He has already inquired about the information of the sixteen players. In Carlos and Seattle. He thought he was inferior. Unless there is a miracle. Otherwise the champion is hopeless.

　　　　 But can get a top two or four. Also stop at the top 16 to shine.

　　　　 Therefore. He puts more attention on those players who "look" at the same level as him. Among them is Muradin.

　　　　Dwarf giant warrior. Special occupation for dwarves. This is no longer a secret. But what is special. He didn't know yet. So you can only compare the ordinary dwarf warrior data.

　　　　Barbarian. Known as the melee king of the seven major professions. No one can beat the attack power. But in front of the dwarves. It seems to be lower.

　　　　Dwarf warrior. Attack high. High defense. Almost a melee mobile fortress. What are the shortcomings? Of course there are. Any kind of occupation is perfect. That is their speed. And the frequency of attacks.

　　　　In fact, among the players on the "same level" as identified by Naais~www.ltnovel.com~ he was the least willing to face it. That's it| seems funny. The dwarf old man who is difficult to give birth.

　　　　Barbarian. Melee king dwarf warrior. It is also a melee mobile fortress. and. Attack and defense of dwarf warriors. All of them are on the barbarian. There is a hint of professional restraint. Naais has always been very confident in his close combat strength. But in front of this old man who held his hands with one hand to hold the big hammer. I'm really not sure.

　　　　If you are a mage. ||Mason. assassin. Don't worry so much. Fate. I even met the couple you didn't want to meet. Is this Burkezo's test of himself?

　　　　 Facing Muradin's provocation. Ace's face grew quieter. A big hand holding two hands decorated with swords. Start to bang. Take a deep breath. He decided to follow the original plan. Tactics against Muradin. Win the battle victory.

　　　　 In front of the dwarf's powerful attack. He decided to abandon his closest close combat. And take advantage of the dwarf's slow speed. Fight for speed.

　　　　 For speed. The barbarians are still very confident. Through the improvement of jumping skills. Barbarians can fly around like martial arts masters. Even more than pure speed.

　　　　 This is indeed the best way to deal with Muradin. Naais has eight points of confidence. But for the opponent's special profession-dwarf giant warrior. After watching the strength of the second werewolf special occupation. It made him unable to find the bottom in his heart... (Unfinished.

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