Arad's crooked savior

"There is a legend on our planet Aiken. In the glory of a certain time, an extremely powerful hero will be born. He can end the long-standing chaos and disputes in Aiken and rule the world. Everyone thought it was me, and I thought he was. Me, but sadly, not me.”

The three of them reminisced about old times under a tree as they toasted with wine from Ascinti. There was little joy in meeting old friends, but more of a sigh.

He was once a highly regarded peerless genius in Aiken, a god-like figure who could master a hundred forbidden secrets. When he reached adulthood, no one dared to challenge him among the tens of thousands of barbaric tribesmen on the planet Aiken.

Mohan was also famous for being a fierce killer. He once faced thousands of fighting ghosts with one sword (the ghosts and shadows who practice fighting spirit are called fighting ghosts) and slaughtered them all.

But now, fate has played a trick on people. One of them is a frustrated person who lost to his family's humble slave, and the other's body was damaged and turned into a half-human and half-ghost state.

"I was not the one who made the decision when the Tao family gathered nearly a thousand fighting ghosts to encircle Lord Mohan." Yasin explained, raising his head again and drinking a glass of wine, his heart burning with strong alcohol.

It is still necessary to bring out some old memories from the depths of our memory and share them. The fall of the God of Night Swordsman in Faaoling really caused an earth-shattering shock.

The reason for the encirclement and suppression was that at that time, Mohan was almost mentally numb and turned into a walking killing machine. He began to be unable to distinguish between good and evil, and it was difficult to distinguish friend from enemy.

Unexpectedly, he died and regained consciousness.

The three of them only had one pot of wine, and Qiyou, the junior, only shared a sip. The amount of wine was small and not intoxicating enough, but the artistic conception made the two ghost clansmen fall into memories and find it difficult to escape.

"Yasin, do you know where he is?" Mohan asked, while slowly wiping the sharp edge of his sword.

"Brooklyn, St. Patrick's Cathedral, go from here, spanning three sides of the Demon Realm, just the northeastern end."

Yasin stood up and pointed in a direction, then laughed loudly, and his body turned into a piece of melted snowflakes and disappeared without a trace.

In fact, our mutual friendship is not deep. We didn’t even exchange a few words before. Now, in the blink of an eye, there isn’t really that much to talk about.

It's just that I met people from my hometown by chance, and memories are causing trouble.

The demon world has been away from Aiken for a long time. He does not understand the method of space and has never been able to return to his hometown.

Mohan was silent for a long time, slowly raised his glass, and slowly poured the last glass of wine toward the starry sky, the stars of his unknown hometown Aiken, on the ground.

He is in a ghost state, half alive and half dead, unable to taste the taste and drunkenness of fine wine.

"Come on, kid, go to Brooklyn."

"Meet my senior brother?"

"Conqueror, he is not your senior brother, he is your enemy. One of Aiken's laws, the eternal curse of the ghost clan, all members of the same lineage will fight each other."

No one knew that Mohan wanted to train a rival for himself when he taught that inconspicuous slave.

Go and witness how glorious he can be!

At present, although I am relatively depressed, at least my vision is fine.

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The brutal two-round elimination rounds are coming to an end. Some people fought hard until they coughed up blood, but finally lost due to exhaustion. Some people used the Terra Stone to extract magic power, regardless of the consequences and side effects.

Even if you advance in this state, can you still win in the next round? Most people may not have thought about it in detail.

Maybe it's just a fluke. My next opponent is also exhausted and weak. Maybe there will be a fight between the leaders.

In the end, there were only eighteen strong men left in total who could still stand proudly and enjoy the attention of everyone in the field.

In this regard, Held formulated new rules. The one-on-one winner will advance to the finals, and the missing tenth person will be competitively selected from the nine defeated people.

In other words, after two rounds of eliminations and filling the quota of five apostles, it will be completely concluded.

Then, the only winner, and the prize, the water of life, will once again start a more intense showdown among the five new apostles.

And Held assured that this round of drawing was absolutely random, which in a sense also implies that the previous rounds had her shady influence.

But no one has time to blame Herder, because if you want to become an apostle, you should naturally have the absolute strength to suppress the opponent alone.

Among the former apostles, which one did not come from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood?

If he was lucky enough to get the name of an apostle by luck, he would definitely be attacked and killed on the next day, his body would be left in the wilderness, and his reputation would spread far and wide.

The stands that were already packed with spectators were casting undisguised looks of envy. The names of the five vacant apostles, as well as the absolute right to dominate each major area, would be born from among the eighteen people.

This is the pinnacle of demonic strength, and he is the right holder recognized by Lord Held.

Just like before, the bad old man Luke was promoted to the position of apostle by Master Held.

Choosing five out of eighteen sounds like a high probability, but the degree of danger involved can be fully understood from the fact that none of the Demon Emperor's opponents survived, and they were all annihilated.

In the third round of the draw, Held still took out a ball of light the size of a basketball and said: "Balls No. 1 to No. 9 can be drawn at will. The promotion rules remain unchanged."

However, a minute passed and no one took action.

The atmosphere was tense. Someone quietly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, his throat was dry, his breathing rate began to become slightly disordered, and his eyes looked around.

Held gathered the remaining eighteen people in the center of the arena, which meant that it was clear who was facing whom.

Finally, the first person to put his hand into the ball of light was the strongest Warcraft hunter from the Mayne area. He was regarded as a legendary figure in that area.

The hunter has a steady gaze, a bronze complexion and muscular muscles. His physical strength is unparalleled. He can conquer mountains with his bare hands. He can make waves roar with one punch. He once collided with the Greenblad giant and directly smashed it to pieces. .

Take out the number on the sphere, it is number one.

At this point, it doesn't matter which one you play, because everyone has only one goal, which is to win in the end!

Someone took the lead at the beginning, and others did not hesitate and took out their own numbers. Niu was number two and Katie was number seven.

Ye Lin didn't catch the ball inside, but instead held a soft jade hand. Monica, who happened to be standing opposite him, also raised her eyebrows slightly. It turned out that there was a normal-sized space inside the light ball.

Ye Lin's number is nine, a final number. It seems that the luck of the European Emperor still lingers around him.

Due to the need for a duel with the same number, he found the holder of another No. 9 ball...Sellers.

"Uh~"

His expression began to become strange. On the other side, Cyrus was rubbing the ball of light with his fingertips, and his cool and cold face couldn't help showing a bit of surprise.

enemy!

All the balls had their own belongings. Niwu threw the No. 2 ball in her hand, took a deep breath to calm down, and prepared to get out of the playing field. It didn't matter, she was no longer the same person she used to be.

Another No. 2 ball, in the hands of Charles Fouts.

"Niwu, wait!"

Ye Lin suddenly called out to the other party, then looked around at the other seventeen strong men, and finally stopped at Held and asked: "Are the rules you just mentioned all the rules?"

"Of course." Held nodded.

"Okay, Niu, let's make an exchange."

He threw the No. 9 ball over, and then took the No. 2 ball from Niu's hand while Niu looked at her in shock.

quiet……!

Everyone was dumbfounded and even rubbed their eyes, feeling it was too incredible.

A loophole in the rules?

If you think about it carefully, the loophole is true. There is no rule saying that exchanging numbers is not allowed, but the loophole should be exploited for convenience.

But Ye Lin's initiative to change his opponent to the Black-Eyed Demon King was obviously a choice to increase the difficulty!

The Demon King is arrogant and holds his own identity. How can the future "god" be equal on the same stage as a group of mortals?

Therefore, he was not the one who drew the lots in person, but a random cadre with a sinister look on his face. Therefore, Charles Fuzi did not know about Ye Lin's change of numbers at the first time.

Wait until the five-person battle before confronting the Demon Emperor?

No, no, that's too boring. He wants to block the Demon Emperor directly into the loser's group!

Smila took her digital ball and looked at it, then smiled and said: "Haha, interesting, it turns out there is such a way."

She gave her number ball to Sophie, and then took away Sophie's number seven ball, which means she took the initiative to find Katie.