A terrifying silence swirled around the competition field, like an invisible monster, swallowing up all the small words, and there was no sound. The candlelight flowed out golden liquid, filling the stone slabs, like fine wine, overflowing with brilliance.
Fang Plover lowered his head, and his fine hair hung down from the young man's forehead. Reflecting the interlaced light, he lightly swiped his hand on the golden shell. There was a soft sound, and the dial rotated back into place under the closing of the gilt leaves.
He no longer looked at the immortal worm, turned around, flicked his robe, and walked towards the end.
Tian Lan screamed, ran over to hug him and screamed: "Oh my God, brother Ed, you did it! How did you do it? It was so amazing, just like that!"
This moment made Fang Yu extremely nervous, and he quickly shushed and winked at her.
Tian Lan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, looked around carefully, and then changed her voice in a low voice: "Xia Ya...it's Xia Ya, I understand."
Luo Yu, Hu Di and Atila came forward, followed by the short Jita and the Papalar crossbowman. At this moment, Atila glared at Tian Lan and immediately told the latter to be honest.
Fang Yu stuck his hands on the latches on the left and right sides of the gimbal, pressed it down and took off his gloves with a click, picked them up and handed them back to Luo Yu: "Thank you."
But Luo Yu shook his head: "It's of no use to me, so I gave it to you."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, looking at the opponent with his gloves, and suddenly understood something: "Do you want to become a combat craftsman?"
A deep light flashed in the young man's eyes.
Fang Yu understood, and suddenly took back his gloves, grinning: "I'll help you."
Luo Yu looked at him in surprise.
"But the key is to look at yourself."
"I... naturally understand," Luo Yu was a little embarrassed. Fang Pultru's previous performance left a deep impression on him: "Mr. Ed, are you a member of Elite's youth training team?"
Fang Yu shook his head and replied with a somewhat proud tone: "I am a person."
Luo Yu was a little surprised by these words. He thought that the other party could be a member of a large guild at this level. Elite is the second largest guild in the country, and is also one of the large guilds closest to Rainbow Bay in its sphere of influence, except for the Spear of the Silver Forest.
Naturally, he thought that Fang Plover would be a member of the reserve youth training team of the Elite Brigade.
But not only is it not, the other party is actually a lone wolf.
"Your original name is Ed?" Hu Di asked in surprise at this time.
"Hush -" Tian Lan hurriedly gestured to him: "Keep your voice down, we have a grudge against the Spear of the Silver Forest."
"Us?" Fang Plover looked at Tianlan strangely.
"Those two bastards from Silver Forest Spear bumped into Tata and didn't apologize, so we became enemies." The French girl put her hands on her hips and replied matter-of-factly.
Is it really okay to make enemies so easily? The Spear of the Silver Forest is also a giant. Hu Di was also startled, and his voice naturally became softer: "Ed, are you...?"
Luo Yu also thought of something and suddenly interrupted: "Don't say -" Hu Di realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly closed his mouth.
Only Tianlan was left looking at the two people strangely: "What riddles are you playing?"
Fang Plover was equally confused.
Only Aitila looked at the two of them and said softly: "Let's go back first." The elf girl gestured to the surroundings with her eyes. The entire silent arena was coming to life, and the whispers were gathering into a torrent.
And people's eyes focused on Fang Plover one after another.
Fang Yu was also shocked.
Only the immortal worm still stood on the field dully.
It wasn't until the referee came over and asked him to leave that the other party seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, shaking the fat on his face and howling: "I don't accept it, he cheated... Mr. referee, how can the construct be so flexible?"
"And...it...how could it move forward on the spear? It's impossible for the construct to balance itself under such circumstances. That guy must have used some means outside of the competition. I demand a rematch!"
The dwarf referee glanced at the fat man with some disdain and replied coldly: "Who told you that it was a self-balancing state?"
The fat man was stunned.
"That's manual compensation balance. You just need to add two additional axes."
"But Mr. Referee," a voice came from outside the court at this time. Everyone looked back and found out that it was the woman who had always performed well in the game - Xue Ye Yaoyue. She asked: "Every additional person joins
With one control axis, the control amount will be doubled."
"So that's all it takes."
The dwarf referee waved his gloved right hand lightly, and three clockwork goblins flew out from behind him, buzzing around him. The little man turned around and looked at the immortal worm again: "Flexible construction, in fact, you even
Without understanding the basic meaning of the word - go down, you lose in every aspect."
"This is impossible...this is impossible."
"That guy, he plotted against me..."
The immortal worm's face turned ashen and he muttered to himself.
The audience was already in an uproar.
At this time, Zhang Tianmiao was walking to the sidelines, the communicator in his hand was on, and a line of text on the window made him frown:
'Fox: Captain, the target has separated from us.'
Fox was the codename of his deputy. He frowned, lowered his voice and typed in voice: "Location?"
'Fox: Our people saw him going to the south corridor, but the people setting up an ambush there found no trace of him... He seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.'
Zhang Tianmiao sighed: "Wait for me to come over." He was about to leave when suddenly a wave of exclamations came from the field in the distance; he was stunned for a moment, looked in that direction, and vaguely heard something about "balance compensation"
"Precise three-control" and other exclamations.
The crowd was separating, and a small group of people came out. Zhang Tianmiao only had time to see the familiar silver mask, and he was instantly submerged in the crowd.
He shook his head, thinking that this game was really lively, and then hurried south without looking back.
The dwarf referee, with his pointed beard, was leading the way for the group: "Congratulations, Mr. Xia - please come with me. The award ceremony for the qualifying round has been prepared."
Fang Yu, on the other hand, was absent-minded and looking at the crowd around him with a cold sweat.
Attila looked at him a little funny: "Don't worry, the people from the Silver Forest Spear are no longer here."
"Except those two bad guys." Tianlan added.
"Those two bad guys?" Fang Yu didn't know that Wu Di was a contestant in the main competition.
However, he looked around and saw no figures in black coats. The military seemed to have left the hall, which more or less reassured him.
"If you're so worried, why did Brother Ed have to be so prominent in the end?" Jita asked in a low voice from behind.
This question made Fang Yu scratch his head.
Why did he have the nerve to answer that it was because his head got hot and he got into trouble, and it wasn't because of that damn fat man's hideous appearance. Moreover, he didn't expect that the other party was so careless and even worse than the elder sister.
"It's all because he's too weak." Fang Yu was very embarrassed, so he decided to pass the blame.
Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw him like this.
"Actually, it doesn't matter," he comforted himself again: "...Anyway, I just want to play in the qualifying round. I will receive the prize later. After taking the bonus, we will leave this place. It will not attract any attention."
Jita opened her mouth after hearing this, but in the end she did not dare to say it.
Instead, the Papalar crossbowman squeezed up from behind and stretched out a chubby little hand to Fang Plover: "Hello, my name is Parker. It was you who saved my life. Dear Mr. Combat Craftsman——"
Tianlan looked at this little chubby guy in surprise, wondering when did this guy become so polite.
Just listen to the other party continue to say: "I mean, you shouldn't mind saving my life again and letting a hungry, poor, weak and helpless Papalar share some of your dinner, right?"
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, but he still shook hands with the other party and asked curiously: "Your name is Parker, right? I heard that Papalar people eat seven meals a day - you didn't miss the meal, right?"
?Ah, I forgot you were the Chosen One!"
The Papalar crossbowman's black bean-like eyes immediately sparkled with tears.
He was full of thoughts that he had finally met someone who cared about whether the Papalar people had enough to eat, so in his mind, Fang Plover's status was immediately much higher than that of the demonic Tianlan.
"No, no," Parker shook his head like a rattle: "This is not offensive at all. Although I am the Chosen One, the talent of the Papalar people stipulates that if we have not eaten for three hours, we will have no strength.
.”
"Aren't you starving to death?" Jita asked in a low voice.
"The setting of starving to death sounded like a loophole," Xiaopangdun replied in a low voice, "So I changed it to make it more rigorous."
"I helped him discover it," Tian Lan expressed his merit.
After listening to the conversation between these people, Attila could only shake her head helplessly.
"Can this still be changed?" Fang Yu was also shocked, but he still nodded to the other party in a friendly manner: "Of course I don't mind. In fact, I have already eaten it."
"Great!" The Papalar crossbowman jumped three feet high with joy: "From today on, you are the Papalar's best friend. I invite you to dinner, is that okay?"
"That was Brother Ed's dinner." Tian Lan corrected him with raised eyebrows.
Fang Yu was listening to a few people bickering. He actually found it quite interesting. In the past, everyone used to argue with Miss Scarpet until the latter couldn't help but resort to violence——
But at this time, a thick voice came from the side: "...Have you heard the scream of a dragon, young man?"
Fang Plover suddenly stopped and turned around.
He saw a tall man standing aside, looking at him with dark eyes.
The opponent looked like a towering mountain, with bronze-colored skin, and patterns painted on his arms and cheeks. The strange textures extended on the strong and tight muscles, with an unyielding pressure.
Everyone has recognized this person now——
The owner of this hotel.
"Your Excellency, who is...?" Fang Yu asked in a low voice.
"Have you ever heard the scream of a dragon, young man?" Mazak looked at him and still asked: "... Behind the deep darkness, the giant dragon waved its wings. In the eyes of the dead and the living,
Behind that country, it tells that one day they will make a comeback..."
His voice was light and thick, leaving a deep impression on people.
Fang Yu felt faintly that the back of his hand was a little warm again. He blocked it without any trace, feeling a little strange in his heart. But suddenly, there was an indescribable throbbing in his heart, and he couldn't help but press his hand on his heart.
Bang, bang, bang.
The heart beats powerfully.
Everything around him seemed to be in a trance, as if something was approaching. The huge thing screamed and flew around him, sometimes far away, sometimes close.
Only an anxious voice called him: "Ed, Ed?"
Only then did Fang Yu gradually wake up, and the illusion around him disappeared. Only then did he see Attila looking at him with concern, her emerald green eyes full of deep worry.
He looked around and saw that everyone was doing well.
On the side, Hu Di looked at him nervously: "Ed, why didn't you answer Mazak's question before? If he gets angry, we will be doomed."
"Tch, who is he?" Only Tianlan didn't take it seriously.
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mazak was no longer here. "When did he leave?" He couldn't help but feel confused.
The old dwarf on the side shook his head and comforted them: "Don't worry, the owner here is like this, he is nagging. But in fact, he has a good temper. If you stay here for a long time, you will find that he is a very easy to get along with."
The weirdo.”
"Weird?" Fang Yu was a little surprised.
He always felt that this hotel had some connection with the crown mark on the back of his hand, especially this hall——
He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the huge dragon horn hanging on the dome. In the mist, the dragon horn seemed more vivid. Looking at the dragon horn square plover, he had a lingering illusion that there was always something behind the shadow.
Something was staring at him.
The feeling made him shudder.
He asked in a low voice: "By the way, do you know the origin of this dragon horn?"
The dwarf referee shook his head and said in a nonchalant tone: "Who knows, it has been here since the day this hotel existed. Maybe it has something to do with Westminster. You know those mysterious legends, but this
You have to ask the governor of the previous generation of El Paxin about the matter."
"Why?"
"Because he approved the establishment of this hotel."
"Where is Westminster?" Parker asked Jita in a low voice.
"It's the hometown of the Dragon Slayer, in the Istanian Desert in the central region of the Kingdom of Corin." Jita replied.
But the dwarf didn't want to waste time on this topic and turned back to the topic: "Let's go there, Mr. Craftsman."
Although Fang Yu still had doubts in his heart, he could only nod his head.
Not far away, Mazak silently watched the group leave.
Behind him, a slightly rickety shadow walked out of the darkness, and the candlelight outlined an old face. The old man looked at Mazak, his silver-gray eyes full of respect.
Mazak didn't look back: "Are you ready, Sayek?"
The old man nodded and said: "It couldn't be more thoughtful, but..."
The former's steady gaze passed through the crowd, passed through the guards of several dwarves, and landed on the stone platform. He looked at it for a moment and then asked: "Just -?"
"Those people from Silver Forest Spear have been waiting for you in the reception room for a long time."
"Don't worry about them," Mazak replied: "Let them stay for a while, they are just vultures waiting for a feast - by the way, have you seen vultures in the desert, Sayek?
?”
The old man was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's been a long time."
"I am the same," the majestic tower man sighed: "Istania seems to have become an abstract symbol to me. I still remember the silver sand sea there, as well as those things from my boyhood.
——”
The old man trembled slightly, looked at the owner of the hotel with an incomprehensible look, and then buried his head deeply.
Mazak will be held in the chest.
The palm of the hand responded with a powerful pulsing sound, but deep in the sound, there seemed to be a strange element.