Chapter 528

After the quarter-finals, Akara also announced that the next semi-finals, also known as the semi-finals, will be held three days later.

Although this decision was a bit surprising, the adventurers did not feel regretful. Today's quarter-finals had a huge impact on them. It was far beyond what yesterday's top-16 could compare with. To use my words

To describe it, it's like the difference between the National Football Youth Cup and the World Cup.

In the top 16, the battles between me and Hadamas, as well as Muradin and the very clean barbarian Naais were more intense, but in the quarterfinals, the battles between me and Muradin, especially Shar

The shocking battle between Sister Na and Yaluo was not on the same level at all.

The three-day rest period is just for these adventurers to calm down, savor the aftertaste of the quarterfinals, and let those big gossips and small gossips vent out all the gossip versions and nonsense that have been brewing in their hearts for a long time.

They were yelling, swearing, and spitting. If the semi-finals were to be held immediately, their already pounding hearts would no longer be able to withstand the stress and excitement, and they would go on strike.

In the next semi-finals, only Wu Fan, the mysterious druid-cloaked man, Carlos, whose speed makes the assassin hide his face in tears, Seattle, who is like a humanoid dragon, and who has successfully entered the pseudo-realm realm, are left.

, the unparalleled Sharna, no matter who these four people meet, it will be an extremely fierce battle, and the excitement will definitely be even better than the quarter-finals.

Among the four, Sharna has the loudest voice. The first reason is, of course, the problem of male adventurers' "masculine nature". The female adventurers also spare no effort to support the only woman who has entered the top sixteen. She can be said to be a man and a woman.

It's hard not to become famous if you kill them all.

As for the second reason, it is more rational. Sharna has already shown everyone the strength of the pseudo-realm in the match with Yaluo. Although many adventurers have speculated that the other three among the top four are probably

It may also be pseudo-field level strength, but speculation is nothing but speculation, and there is still no peace of mind after actually seeing it. Anyway, Sharna already has pseudo-field-level strength. Even if the other three are pseudo-field-level masters, they may not lose, and even more

What if it's not?

So Sharna is supported by almost more than three-quarters of the adventurers, and the reason is obvious.

The day after the time entered the quarter-finals, Rogge’s camp became lively again as expected. The bar was filled with restless adventurers early in the morning. The late-arriving adventurers simply found an open space.

They set up a few tables, poured a few glasses of cold ale, then slapped the table with their big hands, and started spitting at each other. When it got more intense, they even lunged at each other with bared teeth and continued to fight with each other, speaking directly with their fists. It was pitiful.

The Rogge soldiers are probably going to be extremely busy these three days.

The three Lal brothers came over early in the morning and tried to drag me onto the pirate ship to participate in the debate feast outside. Normally, arriving would be a good choice, but now I don't have the time to listen to other people's bragging.

And the protagonist includes himself.

After sending them away early, after breakfast, I hurried out and casually kissed Veras on her sweet and tender face, who had come back from cooling off her clothes outside, and touched her increasingly plump breasts, and then blushed.

Veras, who was so exaggerated that he was smoking, chased him to the entrance of the Mages Guild with a pan.

Haha, you little idiot, trying to catch up with me is like a mage's feet. Let's wait until he learns how to teleport.

However, what to do for the next lunch...

Well, just take care of a few people outside. As expected, Vilas, who is in charge of the family's three meals a day, can't be messed with.

I lowered my cloak and hat and quickly moved through the bustling crowd. I originally thought that this way I would not be noticed by everyone, but it was obviously a miscalculation. Dozens of times more eyes than before fell on me.

It's impossible. Before I went out, I clearly held Princess Sanwu in my arms and got enough of her non-existence aura to come out. Could it be... could it be that my original non-existence aura was swallowed up by her instead?

, became noticeable?

I pricked up my ears, hoping to get a hint of information from the noisy and noisy sounds around me, like countless bald monks chanting Buddhist sutras in my ears, and I actually picked up the clue.

"Hey, look, that person is probably the druid Wu Fan among the top four, right?" the adventurer said.

"Impossible, the camp is so big, how could such a big shot happen to be bumped into by us?" the adventurer said.

"That's right. Look at that cloak. Yes, that very eye-catching cloak. In these days, which adventurer still wears such an outdated cloak? It is said that the only one in the entire camp is the druid Wu Fan." The adventurer

a very decisive tone.

"Really? From what you said, it seems like it is indeed the case. You see, the body shape is also very similar." Adventurer B's tone changed from doubtful to convinced.

"..."

At this moment, I suddenly and inexplicably realized the loveliness of "white lies".

Is it time for Willas to sew some other styles of cloaks?

My destination was the training camp in the north area of ​​the camp. I thought it would be a little cleaner since the students were on vacation, but to my surprise, it was actually more lively than the Adventurer Paradise.

First, the training camp is spacious, which is perfect for adventurers to set up a few tables and argue in high spirits. If you want to use your fists, hands and tails, there is a martial arts arena nearby, which is simply more convenient than in a bar.

Then again, what if the adventurer in the bar wants to fight with fists?

"..."

Amen, pray for "Xinxin" Rogge Bar again, and hope that after this tournament, its name will not be changed to "Sanxin" Rogge Bar.

The second reason is that there is never a shortage of nostalgic guys in this world. Those adventurers who spent their childhood in training camps rarely come back. When they have the chance, they come here, point to the place where they used to live, and say

Which scratches on which trees were carved by himself? There was even an adventurer who proudly claimed that he had once jumped on the roof of a tent and urinated in the wind like a golden rooster.

The result...of course I wet my pants, and the wind above the camp was blowing quite hard.

Listening to various anecdotes along the way, after about ten minutes of walking, I gradually arrived at the edge of the training camp. I could clearly see the small slope not far away and the quiet forest behind.

The strange thing is that even though the environment here is so good, no adventurer came here to make a noise. I scratched my head in confusion and walked towards the only small tent erected on the hillside that was particularly conspicuous.

go.

This is the place where Sharna has been living in the camp. In the minds of camp adventurers, this inconspicuous hillside and this ordinary little white tent are like the royal palace of the entire camp, the queen's palace.

exist.

When I got closer, I happened to see the old drunkard coming out of it. Although I was surprised that this drunk guy could wake up so magically early in the morning, I still went up to him and said hello.

"How are you doing, sister? Are you still asleep?" I looked inside the ajar door and asked the old drunkard beside me in a low voice.

"No, that stinky girl is already awake. It's true. She's bouncing around so early in the morning. Please show some understanding to the adults who want to sleep until night. She's still just a little monkey cub that hasn't been weaned."

The old drunkard yawned in reply, squinting his eyes, and the burgundy bangs on his forehead still had some indentations caused by sleep, as if he had not woken up at all.

"No, I think you are the only one who thinks this way." I complained about the old drunkard mercilessly, hesitated for a while, and then continued to ask.

"Have you told your sister about Yaluo?"

"Oh, you're talking about Yaluo. I've already told her. I just told her. Although I also want to understand Yaluo's inexplicable inferiority complex and hide his identity, but things have already happened. The smelly girl has

Power knows the truth."

The old drunkard snorted, as if he had just remembered this matter, and responded casually. The faint sadness that Yaluo brought yesterday seemed to have been forgotten by her long ago.

"I'm presumptuous, but I would like to ask how you explained it to your sister." Seeing the old drunkard's careless look, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Are you still asking? It's such a simple thing, hahahahaha-" The old drunkard laughed and gave me a thumbs up, his white teeth flashed with a confident light.

"The mage you fought with was your father. His real name was Yaluo. He died after using inherited magic to let you break through to the pseudo-realm. This is a perfect explanation."

"It would be even better if you were willing to let me punch you a few times now." I laughed eagerly, so much that veins appeared on my forehead.

"Repay the money. Hurry up and return the five gold coins I lent you last month." This is indeed the best way to deal with old drunkards.

The old drunkard's face turned pale, and then he laughed again: "Ah hahaha, what are you talking about? Dear Wu, that kind of distant thing."

Then he patted me on the shoulder meaningfully, and with a tone of vicissitudes and an elder's tone, he sighed and said heavily.

"We adventurers, if we don't learn to forget, we won't be able to survive."

Then there was a stabbing sound, and before I could react, a trail of smoke and dust was left behind, and the figure disappeared.

Tsk, I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple. It doesn't matter if I forget. I will use Wu's unique shampoo trick, the No. 119 shampoo formula, which is guaranteed to make this guy clearly remember how many times he wet the bed as a baby.

stand up.

Looking back, I carefully stepped into my sister's tent, opened the tent door, and with the intrusion of light, my sister's figure was clearly reflected in my eyes.

She was sitting on the bed, her face with round and soft lines no longer looked cold and cold as usual, but showed a quiet temperament. No matter how powerful the queen is, she will occasionally have such a peaceful side.

When I came in, she was a little dazed. It seemed that she didn't hear the conversation between me and the old drunkard outside the tent. This is not surprising. Even the sister, when she heard that a father suddenly appeared, and that was

The mage who was fighting for his life and death in the ring was even dead. No matter how calm he was, he might not be able to bear it for a while.

When I opened the tent, my sister seemed to wake up, slowly raised her head, and turned back to her beautiful sea-blue eyes, which reflected the pure and clear gaze of deep mountain spring water. She fell on me, and as always, she gave me the gift that only I can

The special treatment he received - a gentle smile, but with a hint of confusion in it.

"Sister, are you okay?"

I opened my mouth, but in the end I couldn't say any comforting words. I felt that they were all superfluous to my sister. I just said a normal hello, sat down next to her, and looked at my sister's side face blankly.

, initiated to stay.

The tent was quiet for a while, and then my sister took a deep breath. As if the thinking just now had consumed a lot of her energy, she leaned her soft body over, hugged me, and took another deep breath.

"As expected, I am still warm in my brother's arms."

She said this in a tone that was almost coquettish. I'm afraid it's really hard for other adventurers to imagine that a queen who is usually so high and mighty can make all adventurers feel inferior and dare not look at her with just a cold look.

Sharna would actually lean into a man's arms like this and say such words in such a tone.

"Really? If it's warm, just lean on her for a while. My arms serve my sister around the clock." Seeing Sister Sharna showing another kind of charm, I couldn't help but laugh and caress her gently.

Her long golden hair flows down like a waterfall.

After another long silence, my sister's mood seemed to have calmed down a lot, so she still stayed in my arms and refused to get up. She murmured vaguely: "Brother, what do you think I should do now?"

It turns out that my sister has already heard the conversation between me and the old drunkard outside. This ability to be in a daze while still being able to hear everything within a hundred meters of the surrounding area is probably enough to be included in the top ten unique skills.
To be continued...