Black Scepter Chapter 5: Bell

I was planning to return in the afternoon, but I was notified that there was a teacher banquet in the evening. So I walked around half of the Beijing city from the place where I rented a house to the school. ..

Second offer is even more. There may be only one change tomorrow. I am really sorry. Drinking is wrong. This is the first time drinking in two years. I can’t write it today.

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Morpheus’s voice is slightly naive, but with a sense of command that cannot be refused—what can a group of guys who might have been pretentious at this time do? They can only obey, because only the child is the one-eyed giant who has been hurt and injured in front of everyone, and no one else has the right to speak except him!

The archer first responded. He was about to retreat to the end of the field. He immediately stopped the attack and turned to run around the edge of the arena in the direction of Morpheus. The remaining few people were alive. It was also scattered in all directions at the same time, but a hapless egg that was too late to dodge was caught in the back of the big stick wheel, and there was no dead body.

The movement of the Cyclops seems to be slow. In fact, he ran faster than the few escaped guys on the field, but when he turned his head, there was a dazzling light in his vision-Morpheus tried his best. The wand condensed a beam of light towards the eyes with huge pupils. The latter wailed in pain and reached out to block the light, and then rushed straight towards Morpheus with a suffocating pace!

This is a completely suffocating scene. Several people who have ran out of the attack area of ​​the giant gasped and looked at the Morpheus holding their magic wand with their legs trembling as if they were standing on the ground as if their feet were rooted. A trembling light illuminated the giant eyes of the Cyclops approaching fast!

How many people can stand calmly when an eight-meter-tall giant charges like a crack in Foshan?

This scene is deeply engraved in the hearts of all the nobles who watched the battle in the arena, **** let their desires be satisfied, but this kind of lonely struggle like resisting natural disasters can not help but make people blood boiling!

The accidents caused by magic wands and magic are far less shocking than Morpheus’s behavior, the light suddenly disappears, and the giant who restores his eyes and opens his eyes once again raises the giant stick in his hand, as long as he takes another step Smash Morpheus into meat sauce completely!

However, it is still one step behind.

The giant looking at the Morpheus forgot the thing that the tiny ant in his eyes had just portrayed on the ground, but the moment he lifted the giant stick, his feet stagnate violently. I don't know when it will appear in a pool of quicksand!

"Element Cutting Circle", the application of this circle is usually used to test the protection performance of certain magic shields or physical shields. In simple terms, it will not be used in ordinary combat. Its The characterization is simple and the energy of the crystal wire is low. After activation, it will cut and stir all the substances above the magic array with condensed elements, and the intensity increases with the increase of energy. However, it is such a "test" "Using the array, but under the reverse description of Morpheus, the gravel on the ground of the arena was broken into more delicate quicksand!

Morpheus portrayed the fifteen meters backward after finishing the formation, in order to let the opponent step into the trap-a trap with a diameter of five meters is enough for the giant to take any step, and it is very lucky, just one leg At this moment, the giant Qi fell into the ground because he rushed forward!

The huge head just stopped in front of Morpheus after the whole body dashed forward for a while.

Sand and dust.

When the yellow sand lifted to the ground, the young but already covered hands of Morpheus pulled out the wand inserted in the eye pupil of the cyclops. The element that burst from the tip of the stick has made the inside of the giant’s brain become The muddy, twitching corpse proves that this Cyclops has just died!

The audience was silent.

The Morpheus, who never took off the hood, panted slightly, and the remaining five still maintained a stunned expression and a stance.

"Next group!"

A shrill roar sounded in the distance, but it was not a cheer for the hero. Morpheus Lisuo's sword recaptured, spitting **** saliva, and turned to be the first to walk toward the cage that slowly opened the iron door.

This is the cruelty of reality. There may be a lot of feats in the eyes of others. It is only a slightly colorful performance. You can be proud, but not conceited. The back of Morpheus's hands rubbing his shoulders was still slightly short, and even inconspicuous compared to the huge corpse behind him.

"Brave heritage."

Irindal stood in front of the broken glass window, looking at the shadow and the dark young back, and the purple eyes flashed with an undetectable light.

The waiter knocked on the door to enter the room, apologized for the incident that had just occurred and promised to change the room immediately, but Viscount Rose reached out and refused and made a request to return directly, but was finally blocked by a light sentence by Irindal.

"Look again, it really makes sense."

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Morpheus sat quietly on the dark stone bench, his ears echoed the roar and scream of the arena, the shadow of the hood obscured his face, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the hilt and wand.

No one spoke in the humble room. The remaining five people who survived the first round were also silent in the corner of the room, without any sense of high sentiment in the victory.

Morpheus almost killed the legendary Cyclops with his own hands. This impossible feat happened, but it made other people unable to raise a sense of security-more than half died in the first round. Person, and this most powerful kid was also injured, and there are at least four rounds afterwards, how to deal with it?

"Why did you come here?"

For a while, Morpheus asked suddenly, his voice slightly abrupt in the stone room.

The house is full of free people who spend money to enter the arena, and none of them are slaves.

"The gambling is lost, there is nothing to lose, there is only one bad life left."

The swordman with a full face and a beard answered first, taking a deep breath without saying much.

"Wanted by Prague City, come here, if you win, you will continue to live in another place, and if you lose, you die." Another young swordsman gently grasped the silver pendant in his hand, and drew a cross gently. .

"I was cheated by a bitch."

Unwilling resentment.

"The family owes usury."

Xiao Suo, who is desperate.

"Just want to kill or be killed."

Nowhere to go.

After five people answered, they looked at the silent Morpheus. The latter thought for a moment, gently removed the hood from the friction of the iron gate symbolizing the end of the second competitive game in the distance, and stood up, looking at the open door Tao: "I came here for a promise."

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Fabre is not in a good mood today.

As the person in charge of the Tekken Arena, profit is definitely his primary purpose, which is divided into many ways-when the dealer collects the money from the opening gambling, it is naturally that the profit is the most profitable and the most prone to profiteering. The box office fee totals more than 10,000 gold coins per night, and a race with the cyclops as the protagonist can definitely make more than ten times the profit.

It's just that today the cyclops, the unfavorable money-making weapon, was killed silently. It really requires more and more upsets.

It stands to reason that the first game in the arena in the evening will always be an appetizer form-to put it bluntly, the strength is tossed to one side, creating a **** situation that completely crushes or even abuses, mobilizing the emotions of the nobles below, quickly The three words quasi-ruth are the most appropriate, just like the taste of steak with red wine, the atmosphere must be brewed.

It's just that today's Kuaizhun is ruthless, but it is the newly captured column-type character of "Tekken Arena" this year!

In order to capture this detached guy alive on the barren plain~IndoMTL.com~The real master behind the arena, Earl Thor, paid the price of more than one hundred deaths, and converted into gold coins more than one hundred thousand. Number!

But this big **** man has died before he can bring in a profit of 80,000 coins? How do you explain yourself?

Fabre is a bit scorched. Although the gambling game just bet on the Cyclops side and made the arena earn more than 30,000 gold coins at a time, the Cyclops will always fall down and have no use value-- For the arena, the biggest flaw is that there may be a situation where free-lancers who pay in are bursting into the cold. There is no way. Who can let risks and opportunities coexist?

But it is precisely because of this possibility that the Tekken Arena can earn the reputation of the nobles in the "accidents" again and again and stand for many years.

Just for this situation, the arena will naturally take a little bit of measures to make these hard stubble that bring "accidents" to the arena more exciting.

"Replace today's arrangement, mix them in the third game, and put all the slaves together, fifty people, ready to release the big guy, gambling 100,000 gold coins."

Fabre wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, and made a determined decision. He got up and turned out a delicate box with a magic circle from inside the room where he was, opened it with the key he carried, and took out a let The servant on the side felt something weird-not a seemingly old key, or a prop with a delicate shape and magical fluctuations, but a rough-shaped...bell!

The servant raised his hands and wanted to take it, but found that Fabre didn’t mean anything to him, but squeezed the bell tightly and quickly walked out of the room, straight to the passageway from the arena to the bottom.