"By the way, Grandma Akara, what is going on with those adventurers outside?"

Thinking of something important, I turned around and looked at Akara who was sitting in the middle and asked, contact the three guys in the tent, Muradin representing the dwarf clan, Chris representing the werewolf clan, and Elder Leiden representing the elves,

They are all famous in the clan, but they all gathered here by chance, and they were even more certain that something big had happened.

"Hehehe, dear Wu, come on, let's do it later. It's not that I concealed it from you on purpose, but I heard from Kasha that you are practicing hard recently and I don't want you to be distracted." Akara chuckled and stretched out his hand.

I sat next to her.

I have indeed been comprehending the pseudo-realm recently. Thinking of this, my anger subsided a bit, but I suddenly realized that Akara's words just now were a little hesitant, as if... I didn't want the other three representatives to know that I had mastered the pseudo-realm.

Same.

It's not a big deal, and speaking out can help increase your prestige. What's there to hide? I sat down in confusion, calming down and waiting for Akara's explanation.

"Actually, it's not a big deal..." Akara calmed down, took a leisurely sip of the refreshing water, and then continued.

"To put it simply, we are going to hold a martial arts competition across the entire First World at Camp Rogge."

"puff--"

As soon as I finished speaking, the tea I drank spurted out. I wiped the corners of my mouth and looked at Akara with wide eyes. Isn't this a big deal?

No, the place to complain is wrong. It should be to flip the table and shout, "What kind of bloody martial arts competition is this? You think it's seven beads, you bastard".

It took a lot of effort to hold back the words "Is the Alliance idle and have nothing to do?" I looked at everyone with a strange expression and felt that all of the people here were a little idle.

Rather than a martial arts competition, it’s better to have a model competition. In fact, I really want to suggest this. You must know that the girls in the Dark Continent are very smart.

Tall Amazons, elegant elves, beautiful mermaids, charming fox people, etc., aren't they healthier, more harmonious, and more in line with the interests of the people (men) than some martial arts competitions?

Of course, if a lady protests, we men don't mind having a bodybuilding competition. Those barbarians can make any bodybuilder feel inferior if he picks one at random.

Seemingly seeing the doubts in my heart, Akara smiled leisurely and continued: "You have wronged our alliance. It was not us who proposed it."

I looked at the other three people, and they all shook their heads in unison, indicating that they didn't mean it.

"Don't look, it wasn't them, it was the angels who suggested it." Akara added.

Yes, that's right, only those stupid bird people can come up with such embarrassing old ideas, I thought as I looked out the window from a distance.

Huh? Angel?

The next moment, I jumped out of the chair like a shrimp and opened my mouth wide: "You mean an angel?"

"Yeah, it's not like I don't know about their existence. Is there anything strange about it?" Akara seemed a little surprised by my fuss.

Strange, of course it is strange, just like pandas, everyone knows about pandas, everyone knows that pandas exist, but knowing that there are giant pandas in Sichuan, and hearing that a giant panda launched us to participate in some sort of competition, that is

Completely two different things, you bastard!!

I opened my mouth wide and was speechless for a long time, then slowly sat down, took a deep breath, and finally accepted the fact that the angels appeared unexpectedly in this situation that I was not mentally prepared for.

"So, why do those angels suddenly hold this kind of...ahem, this kind of competition?" I almost spilled the beans. There might be a handsome birdman lurking on the roof of the tent, eavesdropping on our conversation. Be careful, be careful.

For the top.

It is said that all the male angels are so handsome that even the elves feel inferior to them. Hoho, all the male birdmen should go to hell, and then there are the male elves!!

"Elder Fan, actually this is not the first time this has been held."

Elder Layton sitting next to me, who after all ate more salt than I ate rice, objected with a calm smile on my face to use the word "sudden" to describe the actions of those angels.

I looked at Akara with surprised eyes, and she smiled and nodded: "Yes, it was held once 76 years ago, almost every fifty to one hundred years."

"Why are we holding this kind of event?" Old Man Leiden interrupted me just now, and I asked again persistently.

"Do you know how angels are born?" Akara suddenly asked without answering the question.

"Well, it should be the same as us humans." I replied hesitantly.

"Indeed, angels can get married and have children just like us humans, but the lifespan of angels, including their growth and maturity periods, is longer than that of humans. According to the rules of this world, their fertility is pitifully low.

"Akara explained to me gently.

"If this fertility is followed, the angel race will inevitably withdraw from the stage of this world like the dragon race. However, after all, they are the first race favored by God. In addition to normal fertility accidents, God has given them an ultimate gift.

Sacred weapon - the fountain of prayer." At this point, Akara paused slightly, whetting my appetite, before continuing with a smile.

"The prayer fountain has neither offensive nor defensive capabilities, but it can create angels. Have you heard the story of God's creation of the world in seven days? Therefore, the prayer fountain drops a drop of sacred water every seven days, so

Every seven days an angel is born."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but secretly curse God for being partial. Isn't it just because of his status as the "eldest son"? If the "second son" of the Dragon Clan also had such a good breeding machine, he would probably dominate the continent (God created the world)

In the future, there will be angels first, then dragons and ancient monsters. After the Doomsday War, the Three Realms of Darkness and humans will appear, and then there will be the War of Original Sin, which is apparently dominated by humans).

"However, even God cannot be sure of everything, or he may have deliberately arranged it. In short, the prayer fountain does not just gush out one drop of sacred water every seven days, but a few milliseconds less than every seven days.

Time, so every 50 to 100 years, there will be an extra drop of sacred water. In order to abide by God's seven-day creation theory, the angels will not use this drop of sacred water. You understand me.

Do you mean it?"

"Is this drop of sacred water the reward for the champion of the martial arts competition?"

I suddenly became energetic. It would be nice to have a reward, so that we can get started. Otherwise, who would participate? A drop of sacred water can create an angel, so it must be a good thing.

There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. At this moment, the image of an angel suddenly became lovely and noble in my heart.

"It's roughly like this, but it's not one drop of sacred water, but ten drops. Because we humans can't bear the power of pure sacred water, it is divided into ten drops, and each person can only drink one drop at most."

Akara said this quietly, paused, and added: "This is what those angels said."

Tsk, what can't be endured? It's obviously because I'm afraid that human beings will become too strong. I noticed the slight sigh in Akara's tone, and I couldn't help but secretly spat. The originally cute and noble image fell again in an instant.

to the status of a birdman.

"Anyway, it's something we got for nothing. We should be grateful. Moreover, the four races of fox, werewolf, dwarf and elf will also participate in this competition. This is a good opportunity for the five races to work together and enhance their understanding."

, the meaning is more significant than ten drops of sacred water."

Akara said with a smile, indeed, those ten drops of sacred water can only achieve ten masters at most, which is far less meaningful than racial reconciliation.

After figuring out what was going on, I breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly asked: "Grandma Akara, can I also participate?"

"Of course, I...not just me, the entire alliance has high hopes for you." Akara glanced at the others, and everyone laughed in unison, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Cooperation must be pursued, but competition must not be left behind? Yes, this is the first time for the other four ethnic groups to participate in the competition. Of course, the desire to win is very strong. It is a matter of face.

When Akara said this, my original idea of ​​simply grabbing those ten bottles of inferior sacred potions and improving the strength of Vilas and the others immediately changed into representing the entire alliance and showing the strength of the alliance to the other four races.

official question.

What a superfluous question!!
Chapter completed!