Vol 2 Chapter 5: Bells

I had planned to return in the afternoon, and as a result, I received a notice that there was a teacher banquet in the evening, so I drove most of the Beijing city from the place where I rented a house and ran to the school.
The second one is offered. There may be only one more tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. I am really sorry that drinking is a mistake. This is the first time drinking in two years. I can’t write it today.
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Murphy's voice was 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 responded first, and he was about to retreat to the end of the field. He immediately stopped the attack and turned to the direction of Murphys around the edge of the arena, and the remaining few people were alive. At the same time, they scattered in all directions, 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 Cyclops's movements seem 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-Murphy tried his best to use his wand Condensed a beam of light to the eyes with huge pupils. The latter wailed in pain and reached out to block the light, and then rushed towards Murphys with a suffocating pace!
This was a suffocating scene. Several people who had ran out of the attack area of ​​the giant gasped with their legs trembling and looked at the magic wand holding Morpheus as if they were standing on the ground like the roots of the feet. The 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 brought by wands and magic are far less shocking than Murphy's behavior. The light suddenly disappeared. The giant who restored his eyes and opened his eyes once again raised the giant stick in his hand. Murphy smashed into meat sauce completely!
However, it was still one step behind.
The giant who looked at Murphys 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. Among the sands that appeared at the time!
"Elemental cutting circle", the application of this circle is usually used to test the protection performance of some magic shields or physical shields. In simple terms, it will not be used in ordinary combat. Its description is simple and Demand crystal energy is low. After activation, all substances above the magic circle will be cut and agitated with condensed elements, and the strength will increase with the increase of energy. However, it is such a "test" usage array However, under the reverse portrayal of Murphys, the gravel on the ground of the arena was shredded into more delicate quicksand!
After Murphy's portrayal of the magic circle was completed, he stepped back 15 meters in order to let the other party step into the trap-a trap with a diameter of 5 meters is enough to be affected by the giant's steps, and his luck is very good. At this moment, the giant who has fallen into the ground slammed down to the ground because of the rush forward!
The huge head just stopped in front of Murphy after the whole body rushed forward for a while.
Dust spread.
When the yellow sand lifted to the ground, Murphy's young but calloused hands pulled out the wand inserted in the cyclops of the cyclops. The elements bursting from the tip of the stick had made the inside of the giant's brain become pulp. The twitching corpse proves that this Cyclops has just died!
The audience was silent.
Murphy, who had never taken off the hood, gasped 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. Murphy Lizzo's sword recaptured, spitting saliva, and turned to be the first to walk towards the cage that slowly opened the iron door.
This is true of the cruelty of reality. There may be many feats that are only a slight performance in the eyes of others. They can be proud but not conceited. Murphy stretched his hands and rubbed his shoulders, his back still slightly shorter than 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 inexplicable 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 stopped by Ilindal's light words.
"Look again, it does mean something."
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Murphy sat quietly on the dark stone bench, his ears echoed the roar and screams 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, and 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.
Murphy nearly 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. People, and this most powerful kid was also injured, and then there are at least four rounds of competition, how to deal with it?
"Why did you come here?"
After a while, Murphy 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, only one bad life left."
The bearded swordsman 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 will die." Another young swordsman gently grasped the silver pendant in his hand, and drew a cross gently.
"I was deceived by a bitch."
Unwilling resentment.
"The family owes usury."
Xiao Suo, who was just calling for help.
"Just want to kill or be killed."
Nowhere to go.
After answering the five people, they looked at the silent Murphy, who 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 doorway : "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 must be his primary purpose, which is divided into many ways-the dealer's money collected from the opening gambling is naturally the most profitable and the most prone to profiteering, compared with the whole box fee Summing up the income of more than 10,000 gold coins every night, a race with the cyclops as the protagonist can definitely make more than ten times the profit.
It's just that today the cyclops, an unfavorable profit-making weapon, was killed silently by people. It is really more and more unpopular.
It stands to reason that the first game in the arena in the evening will always be an appetizer form-to put it bluntly is one-sided strength, creating a situation that is completely crushed or even abused, mobilizing the emotions of the nobles off the stage, almost three times The word is most appropriate, just like the taste of steak with red wine, the atmosphere must be brewed.
It's just that after today's Kuaizhun is ruined, it is the newly captured column-type character of "Tekken Arena" this year!
In order to capture this guy from the ethnic group alive in the wilderness plain~EbookFREE.me~The real master behind the arena, Earl Tor, paid the price of more than one hundred deaths and converted it into gold coins. number!
But this big guy died before he could bring in a profit of 80,000 coins? How do you explain yourself?
Fabre was a bit scorched, although the gambling game just made the arena earn more than 30,000 gold coins at one time because of the bet on the Cyclops side, but the Cyclops fell forever and had no use value-for the arena Speaking of which, the biggest flaw is that there may be cases where the free-identity people who paid in come up against the crowd. There is no way. Who can let risks and opportunities coexist?
However, it is precisely because of this possibility that the Tekken Arena can earn the reputation of the nobles in "accidents" again and again and stand for many years.
Just for this situation, the arena will naturally take a little bit of means 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 let the big guy out, 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 and magical box from inside the room where he was, opened it with the key he carried, and took out a servant to aside. I think it is something weird-it is 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 tried to take it, only to find that Fabre didn't mean anything to him. Instead, he squeezed the bell tightly and quickly walked out of the room, and walked straight to the passageway from the arena to the ground floor.