Diablo Destruction

Chapter 530: The Semi-Finals—The Tragic Draw (Part 1)

"Little guy, get up, otherwise little Lulu won't give us food." I reluctantly left the little ghost's lips and patted her elastic butt.

I clicked my bright red lips, like a puppy that hasn't had enough to eat, showing an expression of attachment and regret. The little ghost raised its head slightly, but still didn't leave my body.

"Yes, little Velas is in charge of our three meals a day. If we don't obey, we won't be given food." She showed a sad expression of being wronged, as if she was barely living under the oppression of the cruel head wife. Like a concubine.

"Hey, Master, I can't protect you anymore. Little Lulu has taken charge of all the family's finances, and now I'm just a puppet." I sadly wiped away my tears and sang an oboe with the little ghost.

"You guys..."

The honest and lovely Vilas half-touched her little face with her fingers in confusion. Under the teasing between me and the little ghost, she didn’t know what expression to show.

"Okay, if you keep talking, you'll really have nothing to eat."

Seeing that Vilas was in trouble, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore. Seeing that the little ghost refused to leave me, I simply hugged her and sat up.

"Little follower." I pinched her cheek and cursed with a doting smile.

"It is your honor that this saint is willing to stay with you. You ignorant mortal, please shed tears of gratitude and swear allegiance to me."

The little ghost who is a saint said something that only a devil could say. I really don’t know how to complain.

Holding the little ghost in my arms, I walked back with Vilas. Before I even got close to the tent, I heard a loud noise coming from inside.

"What happened?" I looked at Vilas with confusion.

"This... haha ​​-" Vilas continued her signature style, holding her cheek slightly cutely, laughing a few times in confusion, and then sighed deeply.

Opening the tent door, I immediately understood what was going on.

The three cops, Lar, Doug and Goff, were making a lot of noise inside with drunken looks on their faces. They each stood on one foot on a chair, holding the dishes on the table to their noses and doing acrobatics, their bodies were crooked. , the vegetable juices are splashing everywhere, and they are about to fall down at any time.

Saying they are sea lions really slanders sea lions.

Poor Sarah, after persuading this, started playing again on the other side, walking back and forth doing useless exercises, while Princess Sanwu sat calmly in a corner and moved her precious teapot and teacup over. Sitting with an upright expression, taking a sip from time to time, exuding an aura of isolation.

No, this isn't isolation, it's escaping reality. Go over there and help Sarah, you idiot.

"It's just... like this, hahaha——"

Vilas, who came in from behind, smiled bitterly again and sighed helplessly.

Needless to say, these three guys must have been in high spirits and drunk when they went out to brag early in the morning.

"Ahem, it's really——"

Vilas wailed softly, waved her jade-like hand gently, and the dish that the three Lars held on their noses immediately flew up out of thin air and landed firmly on the table.

At this time, the thunder mage's telekinesis is indeed the most convenient.

Seeing Willas come back, Sarah also breathed a sigh of relief and showed me a beautiful and embarrassed smile. No wonder, with such a father, I would also feel very embarrassed.

Lal and the three others wanted to continue playing their sea lion game, but Xiaoxue and the others had already appeared one by one and grabbed them by the collar and dragged them out.

Aunt Lisa, who just came out of the kitchen, smiled and patted Xiaoxue on the head: "If you do well, Xiaoxue is great. Come, this is your reward."

As he said that, he brought out hot dishes that were twice the size of the basin from the kitchen, placed them in front of Xiaoxue and the others, and then turned to Sarah.

"Sarah, prepare three dog feeding plates for me, put yesterday's leftovers on them and place them outside the door. By the way, do you want to build three dog kennels outside?"

Aunt Lisa made a terrible decision with a gentle smile on her face. At this time, I was just glad that Sarah was not infected with her sinister attributes.

…

Soon, the scheduled three days of rest quietly passed by the fingertips. Tens of thousands of adventurers who had adjusted their mood once again came to the competition arena with high enthusiasm, while discussing the countless things that had been spread in the past three days. Gossip version, while looking forward to the semi-finals.

We players are walking leisurely on the way to the competition space with Akara and the others, me, Sister Sharna, Carlos, and Seattle.

Although Sister Sharna is an Amazon and Seattle is a barbarian, and he and Carlos are the leaders of the Alliance of the Fallen, in the eyes of outsiders, they are all part of the alliance, so this game can be said to be the best for the alliance. It’s no wonder that Akara’s mouth was closed early in the morning. For her, no matter who wins the final game, it is the victory of the entire Adventurer Alliance.

The representatives of the other four tribes seemed a little uninterested. Although they knew that the alliance was powerful, such a result still made them depressed.

Especially the elves, the top eight Yaluo turned out to be an elf, which was originally an unexpected surprise for them, but before they had time to taste this joy, disasters followed one after another - Yaluo not only lost, but also the elves A precious high elf was also lost. No, the gray beard of Elder Leiden, who was walking in front of the elves, seemed to be a bit sad.

Muradin on the other side was not much better. He was crestfallen. He seemed to have no strength to open his eyelids. Chris, the fake smile prince, also had a somewhat forced smile. Lucia, the little fox, was in good spirits. Seeing me Looking at her, she did not forget to give her a look that was three points arrogant and seven points charming.

Then I spotted a very annoying person.

The old drunkard, in the midst of a joyous atmosphere throughout the alliance, was alone there praying for something with a frown on his face.

"Why are you looking so dead? Did you teach Sister Sharna a lesson three days ago?" I asked as I approached.

Sure enough, when he was so excited, the old drunkard jumped up angrily: "Am I going to lose to that stinky girl? What a big joke. Do you want me to describe how that stinky girl went back crying after I stepped on it? What does it look like?”

"Then why do you look like a dead person? What are you praying for?"

After a pause, the old drunkard told me seriously: "I'm expecting that stinky girl to lose in the semi-finals."

"..."

No matter how subtle your mother-daughter relationship is, it doesn't have to go to this level.

Seeing my speechless expression, the old drunkard patted my shoulder earnestly, looked up into the distance, and said in a sad and sad voice: "Boy, you are still young and don't understand the cruelty of the adult world. I..."

At this point, tears flashed from the corners of her eyes, as if she had really experienced some cruel adult experience in the past few days, and continued.

"I've already bet my last ten silver coins. If that stinky girl doesn't lose this time, I will collect debts from those bar owners to the end of the world. The adult world is really cruel..."

"..."

I'm thinking now, if Sister Sharna wins, should I tie her up before she runs away and sell her to those angry bar owners for 10 gold coins, so that she can be saved from me some time ago? The money borrowed here will be returned with interest.

My sister’s support rate is very high. Not to mention the odds of the semi-finals, even the odds of the finals, if you buy her to lose and win the lottery, it will immediately increase tenfold. If it weren’t for her sister, even I would If you are a little tempted, join in the fun and bet a big sum.

Amidst the obnoxious whispers of the old drunkard's prayers all the way, we arrived at the competition ring and sat in the special seats. With the announcement of the angel referee, and amid the cheers of the crowd, I, Sister Sharna, Paladin Carlos, Savage Seattle Ke stepped into the ring step by step.

It’s still the old rule, decided by drawing lots.

The old drunkard was holding a wooden box in his hand, staring at his sister closely with green eyes like a skinny wolf that had been starved for half a month. The four of us who knew her character couldn't help but feel cruel. I shivered hard.

Having said that, I just remembered now that the four of us who made it to the semi-finals seemed to have been taught by this guy. At least put away that hungry look and show me a more serious and proud expression, you bastard.

Kasha has been chased by the bar owner for the past three days and dared not even return home. Now he looks weak and bows like the audience around him.

"Ahem, thank you all for buying Sharna to win. Thanks to this, I..."

"Why don't we start quickly, Ka! Xia! Chang! Lao!" I interrupted word by word with gritted teeth from behind.

"Ahem, okay... okay, then I announce that the draw ceremony for the semi-finals has officially begun."

Kasha, who realized that he had made a mistake, saw Akara's smiling eyes coming from the special seat, couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly changed his words.

"You're the guy who showed up at my door. You should smoke it first."

As he said that, he handed the wooden box in front of me, watched me put my hand inside, stared at my hand closely, and kept mumbling something in his mouth as if chanting sutras, which made my hair stand on end.

Pulling out the tactile pick, I straightened it up and looked at it. I felt as if I had been cursed by something, and my whole body became cold. tnnd, it turned out to be pick No. 3 again.

From the top 16 to now, I seem to have an indissoluble bond with this No. 3 pick.

Then Carlos, under the gaze of countless pairs of nervous eyes, slowly drew out the lot.

It was No. 1, and I immediately became disappointed. The most ideal wish is undoubtedly that he will get the No. 4 pick and resolve the resentment in my heart in the semi-finals. As for the finals, although it is still possible to face my sister, at this time The ostrich mentality is necessary, just delay it for a while.

Then, I started praying for Seattle to draw the fourth pick. This result is not bad for me who has the aura of tragedy and the title of the only designated heir to the tragedy emperor. Just think of it as a big circle to reach the final goal. .