Updated: 2012-09-27

Another day has passed. Although there are constant storms at the end of the day, time will not change because of anything. Even if it is affected by some accidental influence, it will eventually enter the original trajectory.

In the sunset, as always, the players sat together in groups of three or three, excitedly discussing the experiences of the day. The grassland no longer had the boiling feeling of daytime, but replaced by a faint sense of peace...

"There will actually be erosion..."

On the mound of soil dug out by the prairie marmot, a figure in a ragged cloak was looking at the dimly lit city from afar.

"Hey, I didn't expect you would come to join in the fun."

Suddenly, a figure wearing a black and white long gown, looked a little fat, with a big hat, holding a long bamboo pole in her furry hand, suddenly jumped out from the side and jumped straight to the side of the tattered cloak.

"The same is true for you. How can you have the leisure to come to this place of right and wrong?"

"Haha, if you really want to find you, what's the difference between hiding wherever you are?"

"Haha, is this the so-called Zen method?"

Although he was smiling, the sound from under the cloak was already filled with some strange hoarseness, as if it was covered with coptis chinensis under the sugar coating.

"No, no, nonsense, just talking nonsense, just a fool~~"

As he said that, the figure wearing a hat took off a gourd from his belt and handed it to the front of the rotten cloak.

"Thank you."

It seemed that he had already been used to the other party's actions. After whispering thanks to him, he took the gourd, and suddenly raised his head and began to drink wine in big mouthfuls.

"I came this time mainly to see my junior brother. It is said that he has also come this time... Since the master passed away, our brothers have almost dispersed. I am still a little better. There are still some idle fields in my hometown. I usually raise fish and grow vegetables, which is enough to make a living. But my junior brother has no life, so he doesn't want it every time I send money to him. Alas~~"

"Huh~~~Good wine, it's true that this drunken soul fragrance is the most suitable for me."

He let out a long sigh, and the slightly drunk cloak immediately wanted to get a long breath, but when he just raised his head, he found that there was nothing in his hand, and the gourd returned to the hand of the hat at some point.

"After all, drunkenness is just a moment, enough."

He shook his head earnestly, and slowly tied the gourd back to his belt. The figure wearing a rotten cloak was not angry, but sat slowly on the ground, leaning against the mound, and whispered in a daze:

"Your junior brother? Uh~ haven't been in contact for a long time?"

"Yes, so I just wanted to come and see him this time, but I don't know where he is... Forget it, look for it slowly."

Speaking of this, the hat suddenly raised its head, as if it was thinking about something.

"Did you see it? That erosion."

"Uh~ I've seen it long ago, and I don't know who was using Behelet's power. Fortunately, I was suppressed by Yasha's priest."

"But I really didn't expect that there was someone who could trigger the erosion egg, npc?"

"Who knows..."

Seeing the rotten cloak as if it was about to fall asleep, the turtle suddenly sighed lightly, then slowly squatted down, and asked in a low voice with a hint of unobservable smile:

"Then why are you here? I remember this environment should be what you hate the most, right?"

"Why...why..."

He murmured for a long time, as if he had lost his memory, the sound of the cloak gradually weakened, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"He! It's him!"

"What is him? Who is he?"

Suddenly, the cloak's body shook suddenly, as if he had recalled something, and the tone suddenly increased by several decibels, and his hands were even swung wildly, but the hat was flexibly knocked with his right arm, and the hands of the cloak were pressed back in front of him steadily...

"He...they...the crazy endorseers, rolling up a foul smell, crazy laughter...with the scorching heat that makes the soul anxious...then..."

Gradually, the sound under the rotten cloak became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared into the darkness. The body, which had been shaking continuously, calmed down...

After a long time, listening to the low, almost sob snoring from the rotten cloak, the hat slowly let go of its hand, stood up, and looked at the city gradually shrouded in the night from afar.

"This time...is a problem."

…………………………

During the competition for several days, there were always countless surprises waiting for everyone to watch. Although it may be just the tip of the iceberg in the mysterious and vast world of Yashan, it was enough to make many people excited. Even the rankings on Quetian Pavilion and many game websites changed a few days a day.

In a blink of an eye, the Dharm Conference came to its seventh day. Needless to say, the teams that were originally unknown emerged, and the teams that became famous earlier also showed a lot of real strength. Everyone is improving, and the world is always developing in the continuous progress, and no one will be the same from beginning to end.

As for individual competitions, it can no longer be described as hot. The human desire to be ambitious is incapable of the infinite sky. In order to be able to outsmart, for reputation, fame, wealth, and wealth, there will definitely be no fewer people working hard in silence.

Just the first knockout match of the individual competition, Que Tiange's list was refreshed twelve times. The characters who had been suppressed for a long time began to explode in a burst of explosive style, and most of them became the targets of various forces...

However, now, everything before the Damu Conference has been temporarily put aside, and people only have one expectation in their hearts.

Today, the fourth place in the Demon God List and one of the only two demon-level masters in this Damu Conference, the Orcs [Barde Demon] Hutaichak will soon play his first game and is also the quarter-finals of the battle for the No. 1 Warriors of the Orcs.

"Daisy, is Linda okay?"

"Well, the doctor said it was just a little mentally exhausted, and it would be fine if you rest for a few days."

"That's good."

He nodded slightly. After that battle, Yue Yulou really regretted it. After all, to a large extent, he was using that girl as a test subject just to see the true face of the erosion power.

"It is said that the Man Demon is going to appear today. Suss, you should be looking forward to it?"

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"Well~~~ Because Suss, you have almost beaten the entire list of demons. It's just Man Demon and Thunder God. I think you must want to see the level of these two people, right?"

"Hehe~Hey, compared to Thunder God, I'm more curious about the monster... because I always think that no matter how strong the power of ** is, there is a limit. I really want to see or a person who has reached this level by relying solely on **'s power."

Dong~dong~dong~dong~

Soon, the continuous drum beats sounded, and the referee had already stood in an arena with only hemp ropes and horses, which was very grassland-like.

"The competition is about to begin! Please let Hutaichuck, Toto Naimur, two players come on the court!"

Soon, an orc player carrying a black heavy sword and wearing a full set of iron armor first stepped in, which was also a dark horse.

"The Demon God, I hope I won't be like the daytime demons and magic gods in the video..."

After muttering for a while, the orc player immediately took the black heavy sword behind him and stably inserted it to the ground, waiting for his opponent to enter the field with his weapons.

"Huhuhu~~Look at what kind of guy my opponent is."

Suddenly, accompanied by a dull laugh like thunder, a towering figure slowly appeared in front of everyone. Under the unknown golden leather jacket, it was covered with large granite-like muscles and red skin covered with blood spots. There were also a large number of clear bone plates and barbs distributed in various parts of this terrifying body. The very black sheep horns on the head were even more conspicuous...

"Ahem~ This...is the barbarian demon? It's just a demon, okay..."

The orc player who used the heavy sword was immediately startled and his mouth became a little confused, but soon he adjusted his breathing, pulled up the weapon on the ground, and grabbed it tightly, and pointed it straight ahead.

"Oh? Boy, you are my opponent?"

Every time you take a step, the earth will shake, and the hearts of the orc player will tremble. Looking at the body in front of you, which is nearly twice as tall as you, the suffocation and depression approaches like a mountain. It is no longer a feeling that can be described by momentum, but a habit that is completely integrated into the manners.

"Both are warriors of the Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother. I won't say much about the extra rules. Please fight hard for your own glory!"

As usual, the two of them had to retreat fifty meters each, but Hutchuck didn't get very close at all, so the other orc player walked fifty meters back.

"What are you doing... Didn't you say that Manmo uses a meteor hammer? Why..."

It was not until the distance was widened that the orc player who came to his senses suddenly discovered that Hutai Chuck was holding a rough black iron broad-blade sword in his hand, which was the worst weapon, and he could even see the uneven sharp blade on it.

"...Don't you look down on me? Humph, you're very arrogant."

"start!"

In fact, the moment the referee's mouth opened, the player named Toto Naimur had moved, like a whirlwind.

"Ah~~~Wow!"

With just one step, he had already rushed to Hutaichuk, and the heavy sword in his hand directly slashed at the opponent who seemed to be full of flaws.

Bang!

“Wow~~~~~~!”

Hutaichuck didn't even move, but just waved his weapon casually, and Toto Naimur flew back several meters in the sound of a huge impact!

"What! So..."

Toto Naimur, who felt his bones were about to fall apart, just stood up from the ground, Hutaichak had slowly walked to him and used the weapon in his hand to lift up...

"wipe!"

At the critical moment, Toto Naimur quickly pushed the heavy sword forward!

Bang!

There was another deafening impact sound, and he looked very strong, and he flew up again, just like a toy that was overturned by a child, and this time he was taller and farther...

"So strong, too strong, is this still an orc..."

The muscles in his body were throbbing. Looking at the red figure slowly walking towards him, Toto Naimur felt for the first time that he was so powerless.

"No, you can't defend passively..."

He spat hard, and before the other party could approach, Toto Naimur raised his weapon and greeted him.

Bang~bang~bang~bang~
To be continued...