The strong Muradin, the brave Muradin, the wise Muradin did not give up. His whole body bowed like a grasshopper, completely sticking to the edge of the ring in a large shape, as if he wanted to take advantage of it to jump up.

But this tragic dwarf had no choice but to find that the edge of the ring was too smooth and vertical, and he could not use his strength at all. He just paused and continued to slide down along the edge.

Muradin cursed those angels for making the arena so good for nothing, while sliding along the edge, and finally landed successfully with a pop on his butt.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The adventurers on the field all held their breaths and watched Muradin's funny struggle. When he finally fell to the ground, whoever started it, the roar of laughter suddenly flooded the entire field. It was louder than the Harlogas level knockout just now.

At the beginning of the meeting, everyone shouted loudly and loudly.

"Puff-puff-"

I suppressed my laughter and kept making huffing and puffing noises. If Akara next to me hadn't kept winking at me, telling me to hold it back, I would have burst out laughing.

The special seats for the dwarves are not far from us.

The little ghosts and the others had different identities, so they laughed unscrupulously. Even the kind and gentle Vilas couldn't help but pursed her little mouth and buried her little face tightly in my arm. She was also Princess Sanwu.

, sitting aside blankly, her beautiful face, which was no less beautiful than Sarah's, was still as dull and lifeless as a doll, but her long fingers were constantly pulling at the poor grass on the ground.

Look at Akara and the Fake Prince, tnnd, I finally understand why these old foxes always keep smiling, because once they encounter such an emergency, even if they smile, it will be natural, and others will not be able to tell it at all!!

As for the little fox, her expression was normal, except that the big brown tail at the back, which looked very warm at first sight, swung nearly twice as fast as usual.

The elders of other tribes also have different ways of venting their anger. All kinds of things in the world can be seen in one smile.

The only ones who can't laugh are the dwarves. It is estimated that after returning, Muradin's son, Tualatin, the current dwarf king, will have to drag him out and parade him through the streets. Think about Tualin and the ten dwarf elders.

With a fiery personality, this is not impossible.

Muradin, an old man with such a thick skin, rubbed his red nose and completely ignored the ridicule surrounding him. He shook his beard a few times and muttered something unknown. Then he took a deep breath and exhausted all his strength.

Kick again with half your strength.

The laughter on the field stopped in astonishment, and they all stared at Muradin attentively to see if he could bring laughter to the audience again. Unfortunately, this time Muradin learned his lesson from the previous time and reached the edge of the ring without much effort.

Then hehehe turned over and climbed up.

Facing him was the big smiling face of the barbarian Naais. He stretched out his big hand, and it seemed that with his huge palm, he could completely trap Muradin's head.

"Brother, would you like to give me a hand?"

Naais showed a shining smile to Muradin, but Muradin didn't appreciate it. The fool also knew that Naais was teasing him, otherwise why didn't he help him the first time and make himself "little" embarrassed?

Got a face?

After standing up, Muradin patted the dirt on his palms and slapped Naais's big hand away: "Go, go, who is your brother? When you were my predecessor, you were still sucking milk when I was the king of the dwarves.

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Then he walked toward the center of the field with his head held high.

Naais, whose "good intention" was rejected, scratched the back of his head and looked at the other person's seemingly aloof back. He couldn't figure it out in his mind. According to the data, this short winter melon is indeed one or two hundred years old. He can be his grandfather.

It's almost enough.

But, is this really capital that can be used to show off pride?

Naais' head was confused, but he followed suit. He and Muradin were 100 meters apart, facing each other in the center of the ring. The angel referee who had been waiting for a long time coughed a few times, asked the two sides in a formulaic way whether they were ready, and then made a big move.

One wave.

"Level 61 dwarf giant warrior, versus level 62 barbarian Naais, the game begins."

"Come on, come on, grandpa, let me see how much weight you have on this big guy."

As soon as the angel referee flew into the sky, Muradin pulled out the hammer behind him with one hand, then stretched out the other hand, hooked four fingers side by side at Naais, and said provocatively.

With a "whoop" sound, it was as if a heavy hammer weighed more than a thousand kilograms. Muradin waved it with one hand, making a dull sound of wind whistling, and a shallow mark was blown on the ground.

The audience at the venue couldn't help but gasp. Although they knew that the hammer was very big when it was carried on Muradin's back, it was only now that Muradin pulled it out that he could see the whole thing.

The hammer handle made of fine steel is connected to a giant square iron lump, which is estimated to be one meter and two meters high. The bottom of the hammer is square, with a side length of nearly half a meter, and sharp corners. Although there is no aesthetic sense at all, it is

The solid sense of weight gives people a sense of heroism and power like a heavy sword without a sharp edge.

If you were hit with a skill by this hammer, any assassin of the same level with less HP would be instantly killed on the spot!!

What is the concept of instant kill of the same level? Even barbarians dare not say that they can kill mages of the same level in one move, but dwarf warriors can.

Everyone couldn't help but begin to re-evaluate this funny old dwarf. Some people, seeing Muradin swinging the hammer as easily as a knife, fork and chopsticks, couldn't help but secretly worry about whether they made the right choice by suppressing Naice.

The two two-handed swords in Naais's hand were already very huge in the eyes of ordinary adventurers, but compared with the hammer in Muradin's hand, they looked like two chopsticks placed together with a hammer, making them look fragile.

But Naais, who is nearly three meters tall, is more than twice as tall as Muradin. One big and one small, one small and one big. The small one holds the big one, and the big one holds the small one. The contrast is very abrupt, which makes everyone

They couldn't help but hold their breath and pay attention to this asymmetrical battle.

After the game started, Muradin, who was much shorter, took the lead in provoking the opponent.

Naais looked calm and was not irritated by Muradin's words. He was able to reach the top 16 except for a little luck (he did not meet perverted monsters like Carlos in the knockout round. It was normal for him to reach the top 16.

A level player must be somewhat lucky), coupled with his solid experience, skills, and excellent equipment, it is also due to his calm and calm heart that is inconsistent with his rough appearance.

Before the competition, he had already inquired about the information of the top 16 players. He felt that he was inferior to the likes of Carlos and Seattle. Unless a miracle happened, there was no hope of winning.

But being in the top two or the top four is more glorious than being in the top 16.

Therefore, he focused more on players who "seemed" to be on the same level as him, including Muradin.

The dwarf giant warrior is a special profession of the dwarves. This is no longer a secret, but he doesn't know what is special about it, so he can only compare it with the information of ordinary dwarf warriors.

Barbarians are known as the kings of melee combat among the seven professions. Their attack power is unmatched by anyone, but they seem to be inferior to the dwarves.

Dwarf warriors have high attack and defense. They are almost a mobile melee fortress. If there are any shortcomings, of course there are some. No profession is perfect, and that is their speed and attack frequency.

In fact, among the players that Naais considered "at the same level as himself", the one he was least willing to face was this old dwarf who looked funny but was actually difficult to deal with.

The barbarian, the melee king, and the dwarf warrior is also a melee mobile fortress. Moreover, the attack and defense of the dwarf warrior are steadily superior to the barbarians. There is a faint taste of professional restraint. Naais has always been very confident about his melee strength.

He was very confident, but in front of this old man who was holding a big hammer that could only be held with two hands in one hand, he really had no confidence.

If you were a mage, Amazon, or assassin, you wouldn't have to worry so much. Damn it, you unexpectedly met the opponent you least wanted to meet. Is this a test for yourself by Bulcasso?

Faced with Muradin's provocation, Naais's face became calmer. He held his big sword-decorated hands and began to bang them. He took a deep breath and decided to follow the original tactics to deal with Muradin and win the battle.

victory.

Faced with the powerful attack power of the dwarves, he decided to give up his best close combat skills and take advantage of the dwarves' slow speed to engage in speed combat.

Barbarians are actually very confident about speed. With the improvement of their jumping skills, barbarians can fly around like martial arts masters, and are even a few points faster than assassins in terms of pure speed.

This is indeed the best way to deal with Muradin. Naais has 80% confidence, but as for the opponent's special profession - the dwarf giant warrior, after seeing the strength of the werewolf's special profession in the second game, he let him
Chapter completed!