late at night.
Wall left the steel country embassy and found a tavern on the side of the road to drink.
His father, Count Cruz, had completely focused on his incompetent brother.
When Wall thought of the wine glass he was holding in his hand, a crack appeared.
"This time the Holy Spirit Nolan Open seems to be attended by people from all over the world."
"So what, let me tell you, today's match of the cast iron masters is really crushing, especially the operation of the folding sword is too strong to say."
"It seems that the champion of the Holy Spirit Nolan Open this time must be our country of steel! The cast iron players will definitely be able to win this honor!"
Wall keenly captured the discussion of a group of people sitting at the next table, and their voices sounded very noisy.
Wall, who was originally annoyed in his heart, became even more irritable when he heard of the Iron Man and Holy Spirit Nolan Open.
He suddenly put the wine glass on the table, making a heavy crash.
"In a mere game, what qualifications do you have to talk about the honor of the country?"
Wall used his cold pupils to face the group of people sitting at the next table.
"What did you say?"
Sitting next door was a group of mercenaries, who were obviously drunk, and immediately stood up angrily when they heard Wall's provocation under the influence of alcohol.
Wall also stood up with clenched fists. He came to this tavern today to teach a guy who has been chasing him in the game of the Holy Spirit.
This group of mercenaries who often talk about games and national honor also makes Wall very uncomfortable.
In Wall's view, only war and gladiatorial games can bet on the honor of the whole country. This game like a child's game is too unqualified.
"You're right! Bro... what a nation of steel! Don't make me laugh anymore."
The moment Wall stood up, a group of people stood up at the table behind him.
He turned his head and looked at the table behind him, which was also a group of burly mercenaries.
Is someone's brain finally normal
Wall exhaled a sigh of relief and was very fortunate to have found someone who had the same opinion as himself.
"That's right, the game of the game is not eligible to bet at all..." When Wall was about to answer him.
The group of mercenaries came behind Wall and stared at the group of mercenaries from the Steel Country in front of Wall, then made a very mocking gesture at them, and then said what they wanted to say in a loud voice to them. shouted out.
"Because the champion of this Nolan Holy Spirit Open must be our country of frost! You guys from the country of steel will never win the championship!"
After the mercenary finished speaking, he put his hand on Wall's shoulder.
"I was right! Brother!"
I'm sorry... I'm from the Iron Nation.
Wall has a sense of collapse at this moment.
What the hell is going on in this world? Wall looked at the mercenaries between the two sides, who were so excited to fight each other over an argument for a game match.
farce!
Wall had no interest in teaching these guys, and wanted to turn around and leave the tavern, but the door of the tavern was pushed open at this moment.
A middle-aged man with gray hair and bloody eyes walked into the tavern. The first thing he said after entering the tavern was...
"Who is the Wall of Osenburg?" His scarlet eyes glanced at all the people in the tavern, and finally his eyes were fixed on Wall's body, "Is that you!"
Wall ignored him and walked directly to the door of the pub. He didn't want to participate in this farce tonight.
"Wait a moment!"
But the middle-aged man stood in front of him.
"I practiced for a whole week just to cleanse the previous shame! Come on, Wall of Osenburg... If I win you with the watchers, you must take back the previous words!"
Again... the Holy Spirit contest
"Get out of the way, I'll let you die today."
Wall clenched his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, and stared at him with wolf-like eyes.
"You agreed to fight in this tavern today."
The middle-aged man's scarlet pupils met his gaze.
"I'm not in the mood to play the Holy Spirit, I'll tell you with my fist..."
Before Wall's words were finished, his body took a few steps backwards uncontrollably, and then sat on a chair.
His angry expression gradually turned sluggish, and Wall looked at his trembling hands.
will die.
Intuition kept warning him just now that if he punched the middle-aged man just now... he would die!
"This is the twenty-seventh time I challenge you! Let's start! I will never lose this time!"
The middle-aged man picked up a table and moved it to Wall. At the same time, the interface of the magic net appeared in front of his eyes.
What is the twenty-seventh challenge, doesn't it have the ability to easily kill me in reality? What kind of monster is this guy
Wall's trembling hands clasped again, and now Wall is a little fortunate... He can easily defeat this monster above the Holy Spirit.
"Our country of frost is going to have a one-on-one duel with others!"
Wall suddenly heard the shout of a mercenary behind him, and it didn't take long for a group of people to surround him and the middle-aged man.
It didn't feel bad, and Wall forced a smile on his face, which reminded him of the first time he entered the underground arena and struggled to survive.
"The kid who crushed the country of frost won."
"Me too!"
The fact that gambling games are set up in private is also very similar to the underground arena of the Iron Nation.
But there is one thing that makes Wall very dissatisfied.
"I'm from the country of steel! Don't make a mistake!"
Wall took out the original spar mouse, opened the magic net and directly logged into the Holy Spirit.
…
the next morning.
"Aren't you nocturnal creatures?"
Qiao Xiu straightened his upturned hair in front of the mirror. Qiao Xiu was very fortunate that the man in purple was there last night, otherwise Ciri might have been lying on Qiao Xiu's bed disheveled today.
There should have been only Qiao Xiu in Qiao Xiu's room today, but when Qiao Xiu woke up, a middle-aged man was standing silently by the window.
"That's just some human misunderstanding of this power." Grand Duke Blood said respectfully to Joshua while standing by the window.
"It's really uncomfortable to see a man in my room early in the morning..." Joshua sighed.
"Would it be better for my daughter to come?"
The Duke of Blood didn't seem to understand the reason why Qiao Xiu sighed.
"No, no... Today is the time when the Demon World's team will officially debut, but before that... I have something I want to discuss with everyone."
After Joshua took the toothbrush of this world and cleaned his teeth at the fastest speed, he turned his head and said to the Blood Archduke.
"What's up?"
The Grand Duke of Blood also visited Qiao Xiu's room for this reason.
"About what identities we use to fight..." Joshua said.