Diablo Destruction

I glanced at the dwarf seat not far away with confusion, and found that the dwarves who came with Muradin had puzzled eyes as he rushed away.

Even if this old guy has something important to do, he should come back here first to say hello to everyone and go through the motions. Could it be that he has been the dwarf king for a long time and has become stupid and has forgotten even the most basic common sense?

Not long after coming out of the arena space, two wretched figures suddenly emerged from a corner and waved to Muradin. The guys first looked around vigilantly like an underground party. After confirming that no one was there, they quickly turned around and walked in. corner.

The two sneaky figures inside, if you look closely, are the old drunkard Kasha and the miser Farah, plus the penniless Muradin, this may be the most stingy combination in the first world, and there is a strong smell. The aura of stinginess and poverty soared straight into the sky from above their heads. It was an overwhelming sky, with no light from the sun and the moon, and even ghosts and gods would be frightened by it.

"How's it going? You've got all the money, please get my share." As soon as he came in, Muradin couldn't wait to reach out to Farah.

"Why are you so anxious? Don't worry, you will be indispensable." Farah looked at Muradin, whose eyes almost turned into gold coins, with disdain.

"I'm not in a hurry in the hands of others, but in the hands of an old guy like you, I have to be. If I hold it for you for a second longer, I might be swallowed." Muradin rolled his eyes at his old enemy not to be outdone. .

"Okay, you two, stop quarreling and settle things as soon as possible, so as not to have a long night and a lot of dreams while Akara is busy." Kasha on the other side couldn't stand it any longer and urged.

When she heard Akara's name, Farah also shrank her neck. If her prophecy skills were accidentally discovered, then all her efforts would be in vain.

Thinking like this, he took out a small sack in his hand and opened it. Suddenly, the light of gems leaked out from inside, illuminating the faces of the three people with colorful colors. Their pupils gradually enlarged and their breathing became rapid.

"I exchanged all the gold coins for gems. There are a total of seventy-three broken gems, three cracked gems, and there are eight hundred and twenty-seven gold coins left... What are you looking at? Although I am stingy, but I don't want to deduct this kind of gold coins. We don’t have to do anything yet, I’ll just show you the bill later.”

As Farah spoke, he glared at Muradin and Kasha who looked at him suspiciously.

"As agreed beforehand, five are the short winter melons, three are me, and two are the old drunkards." As he said that, Farah began to separate the gems one by one.

"Why am I the least?"

Although 20% was a huge income, enough for Kasha to drink fine wine for more than ten years, she still muttered a few words unwillingly.

"You have to know, but thanks to my manipulation in the lottery, otherwise, if the short winter melon met opponents like Carlos and the others, the eyes of the adventurers would be very bright. How many people do you think would buy the wrong thing? That's Don’t make a penny.”

"Tch, you think I don't know?" Farah looked at Kasha with contempt while weighing the gems.

"If it weren't for Akara's instructions and the courage to give you the courage, you wouldn't dare to mess with the draw of the top 16. You guys are just going along with the flow and enjoying the results. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

It seemed that Farah had hit the point, Kasha muttered a few words and then stopped.

"It's unfair that I'm the one who's wrong." As soon as Kasha finished his words, Muradin smacked his lips and then complained.

"You have to know that among the three of us, I suffered the most. I made such a embarrassing portrait, deliberately made a fool of myself when I went on stage, and was ridiculed. If I hadn't won by luck and earned some face, I wouldn't have known how to return to my clan. If you go inside, what will happen if you get ridiculed by that brat?"

"It's true that you have the biggest loss, but if I didn't operate behind the scenes, draw a portrait and publicize it so that adventurers will look down on you, and there won't be an old drunkard playing tricks on the lottery, you think it's just a silver coin of yours. How can you win so much money with a worthless face? The relationship between wisdom and manpower is also an investment, you know?"

Farah snorted, Muradin rubbed his sour nose dissatisfied and remained silent.

It turns out that there was a big conspiracy starting from the portrait of Muradin who made a fool of himself after drinking. Farah organized the Mages Guild, released the portraits and information of the top 16, secretly belittled Muradin, and made the adventurers side with Naais, and then Make a lot of money gambling.

"The amount seems a bit small. Most of it was earned by Muradin from this game. How about Wu boy? Didn't you say that he can also earn a lot from his game? Why is it so small?"

Kasha scratched her burgundy shawl hair and asked in confusion.

"This is also my miscalculation." Farah, who was counting the gems, suddenly sighed and said, then took out the list and handed it to the two of them.

"What's going on? How come so many adventurers bought that brat to win?" When the two of them saw it, they suddenly became depressed.

"I was also surprised. Logically speaking, that guy is only level 39 and doesn't have a special profession. Against Hadamas, a werewolf special profession at level 55, not many people would buy him to win. "

As the other two nodded in agreement, Farah pinched his gray mage beard and said painfully.

"That's right. If I didn't know the details about Mr. Wu, even I wouldn't think he could win." Kasha said, shaking the wine bottle in his hand, taking a big sip, and then spitting out a It smells like white mist and alcohol.

"That's the problem. Later, I inquired secretly and found out what was going on." Farah sighed and continued.

"A small part of the people who bought that kid to win, about one-fifth, were motivated by the league's reputation. As the league's seeded players, they still wanted to buy a deal even if they knew they would lose. This number is more than I expected a little more, but that’s okay.”

"But what I didn't expect was that the boy's popularity would be so good. From the camp to Harrogas, he seems to have many good friends. Four-fifths of them have met him. His strength, or bought by adventurers who had fought alongside him. In the end, not only did we not make any profit from his game, but we lost hundreds of gold coins. It was really a mistake."

After listening to this, Kasha and Muradin also sighed together. This can't be blamed on Farah. The three of them ignored it. In order to complete Akara's mission, someone traveled all over the first world and had friends all over the world. All over the world.

As for other games, for example, in the first game, the fox mage played against the elf archer. The strength of the two people was almost the same. There was no profit in such a battle. There was also the game between Carlos and the others. They obviously had overwhelming strength. In this way There is no suspense in the competition. The adventurers have sharp eyes. It is not easy to defraud money from their pockets.

"By the way, the remaining 827 gold coins will be taken out and divided later. Don't try to keep it all to yourself." The three of them were silent for a while, then paused before Muradin suddenly spoke.

"I'll give it to you later, look at how poor you are."

Farah looked at Muradin with disdain, but secretly thought in his heart. Originally, he wanted to secretly embezzle the fractions of the hundreds of gold coins.

"Oh, are you sharing the gold coins? Can you also give me, an old woman, a share?" A gentle voice with a smile came from not far away.

"Go, go, don't even think about it!!"

As a senior Grandet, when the three of them saw that someone had the guts to come to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, they instinctively turned around and shouted angrily in unison.

Then, the brain began to analyze the composition of the sound, and came to the conclusion that "this sound sounds very familiar." Invariably, the movements of the three people were fixed on the spot as if they were petrified, and the haxaul on their foreheads was like rain. Sweat.

You bastard, you are still a great master, why didn’t you notice she was coming?

Farah rolled her eyes and gave Kasha a fierce look.

Haven't you discovered it yet?

Kasha's eyes were not to be outdone.

With their strength, it was impossible not to detect the footsteps of the other party. The only blame was that the three of them were obsessed with money and were blinded by gems, and the footsteps of the other party were indeed a bit "cat".

After a while, Akara, who was leaning on crutches, emerged from the grass directly opposite and looked at the three of them with a smile.

"What are you three doing together in this remote place?"

"Hahaha, let's... squat here... chat, talk about our ideals..."

Kasha responded incoherently. Even though he knew that Akara could not see his eyes, he subconsciously moved his stiff body to block the light of the gem behind him.

"Oh? I also want to know what great ideals you three big shots are talking about. Can you tell me, this old woman?" Akara took a few steps forward gently, the smile on his face unchanged.

"Ahem, of course it's about how to defeat the army of hell..." Farah coughed a few times and said righteously, but under Akara's gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"You guys have made a lot of money this time." After a pause, Akela stopped teasing the three of them and directly pierced the layer of paper.

Hearing Akara's words, even though they knew they couldn't hide it from the time she appeared, Farah and Kasha still held on to a small hope. When they heard this, they lowered their heads in despair.

"Farah, you really know how to use those mages to make something like this, which is a waste of precious paper and ruins the atmosphere of our alliance."

After changing his tone, Akara's expression became serious, and he took out a stack of thick papers. These papers were the portraits of the top 16, among which was the funny portrait of Muradin who was drunk and jumped on the bar table to dance. Was stacked first.

"Although I guess this was probably done with Muradin's consent, other dwarves would probably feel uncomfortable if they saw it and knew it was our alliance. Do you know?"

Akara glanced at Farah lightly, and her tone softened, but the pressure was even greater.

Muradin shook his beard and wanted to say that if he was exposed, he would explain it to the dwarves. With his character and notorious reputation among the dwarves, the dwarves would eventually focus all their resentment on him. I have no idea about the alliance.

However, after coming into contact with Akara's half-smiling eyes, he decided to keep his mouth shut. Now was definitely not a good time to rescue Farah, and Muradin was also happy to see his old enemy look frustrated.

"I did do something this time, admit defeat, and do whatever you say." Farah shrugged his head, looking like he was appointed.

"Let's do this. I won't confiscate your gem. You can use it to provide research materials for the Mage Guild." After a moment of pause, Akara turned solemnly and smiled again.

"No problem, I'll just do it."

Farah suddenly beamed with joy and nodded in response. He was not like the old drunkard Kasha, who drank and ate meat every day, made drunken troubles, and spent a lot of money. If there was an experiment in hand, it would be no problem for him to eat weed noodles for three meals. Most of the money in his own pocket was used for experimental research. It made no difference to Akala to do this.

It's just that using your own money for experimental research and using it as confiscated punishment, although the results are the same, are still slightly different in meaning. A stingy person like Farah still feels a little disappointed. It's rare to make so much money at once, and it's gone without even covering your pockets.

"As for Kasha, you..."

Akara looked at the old drunkard with a smile, and then stretched out his hand.

"Oh, is it easy for me? I..."

Kasha handed her share to Akara in frustration, and then looked at her eagerly, hoping that Akara would be merciful and leave some money for herself.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with leaving some money for Kasha, but it was only because of Kasha's nonsense in the ring during the draw of the top 16 that Akara issued a debt collection order to all the bars. Now, if you leave money for her, , doesn’t it have no effect?

Therefore, Akara smiled slightly, and mercilessly ignored Kasha's pitiful gaze amidst Kasha's screams. She could only say that this guy was the cause of his own trouble and would not survive.

Muradin watched happily. As Kasha and Farah were alliance elders, Akara had the right to punish them, but he did not. Even if he did something wrong, Akara could not say anything.

"Your Excellency Muradin..." Akara turned his head and smiled faintly at Muradin.

"Two elders of my family have done such shameful things. Old lady, I no longer have the qualifications to say anything to you. However, I will truthfully explain today's matter to King Tualatin."

After saying this, Akara took Kasha's money bag and left happily.

"My God, this old fox is such a devil."

After Akara left, Muradin immediately began to mourn. He could already predict that after returning to the dwarves, his unfilial son Tuadin, who got the news about Akara, would definitely use various pretexts to use his share like Kasha. Not confiscated.

Is it better to just escape on the way back to the dwarves? Muradin was no longer in the mood to laugh at the other two poor people. He thought about the pros and cons and left the scene of dividing the spoils.

"Well, even though I know that I probably can't hide it from that old fox in Akala, I still feel a little disappointed when things come to a head. It's all money. I haven't received that much money in decades."

Kasha stared blankly at her right hand, which was holding a heavy and thick money bag a moment ago, but was now empty. She suddenly sighed, turned around and leaned against a tree, and poured wine into her mouth.

"Yes, a few decades ago, you were called the 'burgundy devil' and admired by countless adventurers. You were unattainable and despised everything. You probably didn't expect that you would be like this a few decades later. Sigh for a little bag of shattered gems.”

Farah on the side sighed slightly, his face no longer looked as stingy and poor as usual.

"Forget it, don't mention the past anymore, it's you..."

Kasha raised the whole wine bottle, and the wine bottle blocked her face. She could only see the bright red wine spilling from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her clothes.

"You guys, really don't plan to see Yaluo...for the last time? Yaluo misses you very much. What a poor child, he met such a heartless teacher."

"Old drunkard, how old do you think I am?" Farah suddenly answered the question.

"Who wants to remember such boring things? I even have to go back and calculate how old I am."

Kasha rolled his eyes and shook the wine bottle. There was an empty sound inside. It was obvious that there was not much left, so he couldn't help but sigh again.

"Yes, I have lived for so many years that I have almost lost count. I have experienced so many life and death, is there anything I can't look away from?"

Farah glanced at the other party indifferently, said with a very calm expression, and shook the gem in his hand. The thick weight and the crisp sound of the gem hitting did not seem to arouse his interest, so he threw it into the inventory indifferently. The figure disappeared out of thin air in a flash, and the place was empty, leaving only a vague sad sigh.

"Humph, have you looked away?"

After taking a look at the place where Farah disappeared, Kasha stood up, picked up the wine bottle, and left drunkenly.

"If you can really see it away, you won't have to hide it even when you meet..."

With a hint of cold words, as the breeze gradually dissipated, the remote corner returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

On the other side, Akara was holding a small purse, but she ran into Kane head-on.

"The harvest from this camp is really not small." Akara rarely got carried away and showed a treacherous smile.

"These adventurers have really good spending power."

Kane nodded in agreement and took out a ledger that was two bricks thick. This heavy ledger recorded the camp's income in the past few months since the tournament was held.

"Those three old men thought they were doing it without anyone noticing. However, we have clearly recorded how much money they made and from which adventurers they made it."

Kane said while flipping through the ledger, smiling like an old fox.

"Hahaha, the adventurers all have some spare money on hand. Instead of letting them squander it on gambling, we should use some small means to collect it. In the past few years, Wu has brought back a lot of research materials, and the Mages Guild is in a tight situation. "

Akara's smile grew brighter.

"Wu Ke is really a lucky star."

"This martial arts tournament is also a timely event."

The two of them were talking, with kind faces and gentle expressions. People who didn't know anything about it would never think that the bookmakers and operators behind the scenes of the entire tournament were these two old foxes. Farah and the others could only be regarded as little troublemakers. Just a monkey.

On the other side of the field, I had no idea that a sinister black-and-white incident had just occurred in a corner not far from me.

Sitting with Vilas and the others, eating sweet snacks made by Vilas, drinking the tea handed over by little Sarah, playing with the little ghosts from time to time, and then looking at the battle below, this day is nourishing, It’s true that even the gods won’t change.

The only dissatisfaction is that after the vigorous collision of power between Muradin and Naais, the following games also lost their focus.

After Muradin, there are still four games, three of which are between the mysterious imposter Mage Roja and Sister Sharna. You can also think with your toes that the game between Seattle and Ke will be one-sided.

Although the strength of the three people is indeed very powerful, the opponents cannot force them to show their true strength at all. They are just roasting, killing, killing and killing in seconds. There are really no exciting scenes worthy of praise.

I really hope that the two guys Carlos and Seattle can have a little passionate collision. Then Mars will definitely hit the earth. However, if Carlos accidentally loses, then my full fighting spirit will be tragic.

As for the last battle, it was a dwarf warrior who faced off against a mage. Both of them were elites among normal level adventurers and were of similar strength. It was a relatively fierce battle for the audience, but in my case It seems that it is still a bit boring. Although the dwarf warrior is brave, he is not on the same level as Muradin.

Finally, this dwarf warrior is quite tragic. If he, like Muradin, had met a barbarian opponent, he might have had a higher chance of winning, but he was a wizard. As a result, he was defeated by the opponent's wretched teleportation and overwhelming spells. They were exhausted to death.

Therefore, it is not good to be too partial to science, and the dwarf warrior is a typical example.

So, the top eight came out. I, Sister Sharna, the three giants of the Fallen Alliance, the cheeky Muradin, and two other supporting characters, the Elf Archer and the Wizard. It was really a list that was not surprising at all.

What? Am I an accident? who? What bastard said that? !

Looking at the top 16, in addition to our six seeded players, there are a total of one paladin, two barbarians, one fox mage, one elf archer, one dwarf warrior, one wizard, and one assassin. Two Amazons, including almost all races and professions.

It's just that our druids are more tragic. There is no one (not counting me as a seed player), and there are necromancers. But it's not that necromancers are weak, but their characters are more sinister than assassins, and they don't like to compete for power. They are very competitive and good at hiding in corners and playing tricks on the crowd, so they did not participate in the competition. If the Necromancer participated, there would definitely be a place for them in the top sixteen, or even a few seats.

So we druids are quite tragic. When we are at a low level, we can summon pets, and we can rank among the top seven professions. When we are at a high level, with our balanced comprehensive strength, we can also make other professions afraid, but in the sixth level, we can summon pets. The threshold of level ten is neither high nor low, so it is tragic.

It is said that in previous martial arts competitions, few druids have reached the top sixteen. Most of the seats are occupied by relatively powerful duel masters such as barbarians and Amazons. This time, four new races have been added, and Several unknown (?) strong men have become unpredictable again.