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"This power is..."

“Sure enough, he didn’t lie to us.⊙”

"It's the breath of the realm of world power, and it's so powerful."

"It's enough to rival us."

The three ancient barbarian heroes exchanged disbelief in their eyes and said one after another. Unknowingly, they held the weapons in their hands tighter and their palms trembled slightly.

They are not afraid, nor nervous, but excited, because they are barbarians, aggressive barbarians, war-loving warriors who always hope to find a good opponent, like a beast that has been hungry for thousands of years.

, suddenly discovered the perfect prey, and the ecstasy burst out in their hearts. The battle with King Arthur not long ago could not satisfy their appetite at all. However, this excitement was mixed with too much unbelievability, and only for a short time

In just eight years, he has grown to this point, from a strong person in a field to a strong person at the level of world power, not to mention a person who is at the peak of world power and whose combat effectiveness is close to perfection.

Is this a drug? Otherwise, how could he be promoted so quickly? This speed is probably beyond the reach of even King Arthur back then. It was probably only in the ancient times, when the Doomsday War had not yet happened, and the overall strength of the three worlds had not been weakened.

, only the ancient angels, dragons and demons who were incredibly powerful at that time could have made such progress, even possessing four-winged power from birth. That era was like a myth. Just imagine it in my mind

It makes people shudder at once.

This originally extremely ethereal feeling of trembling was now truly felt by the druid in front of me.

"powerful."

"Incredibly powerful speed."

"Our vision is indeed correct. Given time, you will become the first strong person to truly break through the shackles and reach the four-wing realm. You may even surpass King Arthur's achievements and become the first person in human history to reach the six-winged realm.

A super strong man in the Wing Realm."

After getting over the huge shock, the three barbarians calmed down, worthy of being ancient heroes who had lived for thousands of years. They boasted a few words and then became elated.

Look, we know people with a keen eye, and this vision is also very impressive, at least at the level of four wings.

Watching the three shameless barbarians start to brag about themselves. The black lines on my face across from me, if that could be seen on a bear's face.

Do you also call this a discerning eye? It’s just that you cast a wide net to catch more fish. A talented and strong person will pay attention to it, and then wait for one of them to achieve something, then he said "oh" excitedly and said to the prostitute,

I had known for a long time that he would stand out sooner or later, so I never treated him like an ordinary student. I have a lot of credit for this.

"It's just..." The three people opposite began to comment again.

"Why do you still look like a bear?"

"I originally thought you would become better, but I didn't expect you to change more and more."

"Is this atavism?"

"Although the phenomenon of atavism is very good, it generally means that the strength is stronger."

"But no matter how you sound, it sounds like you are trading your IQ for strength."

"Boy, your IQ is fine, please tell me how many fingers these are."

The jokes one after another made me furious [That's enough, do you still want to fight?]

The three of them looked at each other with pity in their eyes.

"It's over. It seems that we guessed it right. This guy is still unable to speak, and his atavism is getting more and more serious."

"I think it's hopeless. I hope you don't fall in love with salmon and honey."

"When it comes to salmon, look at its back."

"Hey, hey. This can't be considered a throwback to our ancestors. This is simply a complete bear."

【What's wrong with salmon? Go to hell!】

I quickly took out the wooden sign and threw it towards them. With a roaring sound, the wooden sign was shattered the moment I took it off, but it still rushed towards the three barbarians with an unstoppable impact.

go.

The three of them pretended to scream and ran away, jumping and jumping, and finally surrounded the cosplay bear in a triangle.

"I can't help it, the little guy seems like he can't wait any longer."

"The temper and patience are at the level of a bear, even rougher than us savages."

"It seems like we can't do it without showing some real skills."

With three concussive roars, the blazing fighting spirit exuded from the three barbarians turned into a powerful force that seemed to be substantial. The condensed power visible to the naked eye erupted from them and burned like a flame.

Wearing them, they look like...three big bald Super Saiyans.

"..." Qizhu's painting style is already old and simple, but the three of you want to forcefully lower this level. Is this appropriate?

However, no matter how much you complain, the aura of power emanating from the three of them is truly at the peak level of the world. Akara did not lie to me, there is no water at all. The strength of these three people is each better than the previous one.

The frozen monster I encountered in Harrogath, the third world, was even more powerful, almost as powerful as the cosplay bear.

Facing three guys like this, is it possible to win? I shuddered, but then I felt a greater sense of excitement. This came from shaking my head...ah, this came from a real warrior fighting

of immense desire.

Four peak-level forces of world power surged and collided in the arena, causing the entire space to tremble slightly. The complaints that had just been made one after another have completely disappeared, leaving only the interlacing of eyes.

At this moment, the burning gaze in everyone's eyes is the same, they are all eager to fight.

Let’s have a good fight!

Coincidentally, the three barbarian ancient heroes and the cosplay bear roared together. The originally suppressed and solidified atmosphere suddenly turned into a fierce battle storm, sweeping the entire arena. The ancient city of Harrogas seemed to be 10,000 meters away.

They all felt the World Stone Fortress on the top of the mountain trembling slightly in the cold wind.

I originally thought that even if these three uncles were stronger than the frozen monsters, with their slightly stronger strength and the recovery ability that no one in the same realm could match, I didn't dare to think about winning, but after some dealings

Another glorious defeat with an outnumbered enemy would not be a problem at all.

However, the reality is cruel. From the beginning of the war, everyone was defeated. Only five minutes later, or maybe even less than that, the cosplay bear fell on the third uncle's giant ax, sword and shield with scars all over his body, leaving only his buttocks.

The bear's tail trembles.

"Five minutes. This is a so-so result."

"It's a bit unfinished."

"I think you can hold on for a while longer."

At the end of the battle, the three barbarians looked at the cosplay bear lying on the ground, shaking their heads and expressing regret. In the end, Tarik was kind enough to reach out and pull me up.

"I'm beginning to believe that it only took you eight years to get promoted to this point."

"..." Feelings: Did you still not believe it when you saw the cosplay bear just now?!

"Yes, I thought the timeline in our minds was confused. In fact, it has been eighty years since you broke through to the realm."

"Eighty years is only reasonable. Even if it takes eighty years to break through from a domain to world power, the speed is fast enough."

"But..." He hesitated, and finally Tarik took the last hit.

"Although I am very good at using heavy attacks and my understanding of them is very advanced, my skills and experience in other aspects are really only eight years old."

"So we believed it."

"Stop talking nonsense. Believe it or not." I canceled the transformation, and the severe pain radiating from my body immediately made me grin. These three guys are really merciless. Come on, it will take at least three days to heal the injury.

Maintain well. Return to full strength.

Thinking of this, I feel extremely sad. I feel sad for the good meals and dishes that Veras worked so hard to prepare and the good wine that I worked so hard to get. This is really a good meal, good food, and good wine. Why?

I'm such a bitch, wouldn't it be nice to just hide and beat little monsters in the dream realm?

"That's right, it doesn't matter whether we believe it or not. What's important is that you have confidence." Korik slapped me hard with his big palm, probably because he thought of the heavy beating he just gave me, which has made my heart numb after being petrified for a long time.

I finally had a little bit of conscience, and stopped when my big hand was about to fall on my shoulder, and patted it gently.

Even so, I stumbled and almost got slapped in the face.

"It seems like I made a lot of sense, but it's meaningless." I rubbed my shoulders and glared at Kolik, who was laughing endlessly.

"Speak directly when you have something to say, or do you barbarians also learn to talk in roundabout ways, and don't do it anymore?"

"Who said that? We barbarians are famous for our bold personalities, doing things neatly and speaking without thinking."

"..." The last sentence is not a boast, right?

"I mean, from the looks of it, you probably want to treat us as sparring partners, right? You didn't intend to beat us from the beginning, so that's right."

Although they are outspoken and talk without thinking, the three uncles still have very good brains. They immediately guessed my sinister intentions. Now I feel embarrassed.

"Ahem, yes, we have this plan. After all, enemies are hard to find now. They are either too strong or too weak."

The three uncles pondered for a moment, and then Korik spoke. He sighed and showed a helpless look: "Actually, we really want to help you, but you also know that we have a heavy responsibility to prepare for the adventure to the Throne of Baal.

Because of this, we chose to petrify our bodies and lives to gain a longer lifespan in disguise, and to guard the top of Arreat forever."

"I understand this." I lowered my head, looking at the rhythm, I guess I was going to be rejected.

"It's best if you can understand. Every time we show up, it means that several adventure teams will be less tested in the future. The danger for them to go to the Throne of Baal will increase several points."

Okay, I understand, but the friendly test is really a bit too friendly. How many adventurers shed tears of joy under the swords and axes of you three uncles and felt the kind care (evil) of their seniors.

ah.

"So there is no other way. We also have our own difficulties and commitments that must be fulfilled."

"I know, I know, there's no need to look guilty..."

"But!" Suddenly a sudden turn of events interrupted my words.

"However, if there is enough energy replenishment, it may be possible to extend our lifespan, offsetting the two."

"Ha..." I was a little confused. Eat to extend your life? What kind of philosophy is this?

"Idiot, food is the source of life. Even if you are a powerful person in the world, you will starve to death if you don't eat or drink for a month, right?" Seeing my stupid expression, the barbarian let out a spiritual shock.

"It seems to make sense." I have to admit that when I said this, my mind was a little confused. I was completely fooled by these three ancient barbarian heroes who were foodies, and I was completely confused.

Then they nodded with satisfaction and put on a teachable expression: "So, if we can bring good wine and good food every time, we can consider setting aside some extra time to teach you.

"

I looked at the three people speechlessly, and finally understood what they were trying to say in a roundabout way.

"Actually, you just have to tell me straight from the beginning. As long as you bring delicious food, you can be my sparring partner, and you will pay in return. Isn't it normal? Just treat it as tuition."

"Asshole, who do you think we barbarians are? How can such naked transactions full of philistine atmosphere be used on our proud barbarians?" Kolik shouted.

"That's right. We are affectionate savages. We only talk about feelings, not transactions."

"We savages love saving face."

Tarik held it in for a long time, and finally said another sentence, and it was a sentence that hit the red heart directly, causing the other two partners to glare at you - you are just talking nonsense and telling the truth.

"..." Okay. I was wrong. I actually forgot that barbarians, besides being hot-tempered, loud-mouthed and loving to brag, also have another characteristic, and that is good face.

"I know, I know. Just promise to bring it." I said weakly. This feeling of powerlessness may be more serious than the injury I suffered just now. After driving for a long time, I just wanted to eat and drink.

I didn’t say I won’t bring good wine and food in the future, so why are you so anxious?

"Very good, happy. We like people who talk cheerfully. That's it. Barbarians always tell the truth. Next time I come, I will serve you well with wine and meat. I will keep it until you get enough beatings." Kolik patted the sound.

My chest said something that almost made me kneel down.

Okay, I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch, I’ll leave it alone!

"We can't waste time. Let's go back. What do you think? Can you still walk? Why don't I help you go back?" Madoc finally became a good person and extended a helping hand to me.

Unfortunately, I still had the strength to walk, so I shook my head and refused, and we left the Barbarian Arena.

On the way back to the top of Arreat, with a little time left, I asked out of curiosity.

"By the way, last time Xiaobu... ahem, last time King Arthur came to challenge you, this is what happened, right?"

Originally it was just a casual question, but I never thought that the reaction of the three barbarian uncles would be so big. Their heavy and powerful steps suddenly stopped, almost freezing in mid-air. They stayed there for several seconds before turning around mechanically.

staring at me.

"You...how did you know?"

"It's very simple. I have a very good relationship with King Arthur." I originally wanted to betray Akara, but after thinking about it I decided not to, but the little king actually told Akara but didn't tell me about it. Looking back,

I caught her and rubbed her hard, licked her, and covered her figure body with saliva, hey hey hey.

Okay, I can only think about the last sentence in my heart, my tongue will be pricked into a hornet's nest.

"This is a shame."

"This is the biggest shame for the three of us in thousands of years."

After a pause and digesting the information, Korik and Madok were heartbroken. Even Tarik had an expression of sadness that he couldn't bear to look back on. He looked like he was being tortured by a primary school student in front of his face and "seduced by strength".

"If you don't give it, give it away" and "I can fight back" are often mentioned by older hand-cuffed masturbation players.

"It looks like you were tortured badly." I have to admit, when I said this, there was a hint of schadenfreude in my tone. You three foodies have tortured adventurers for thousands of years, and today?

"It's miserable. It's even worse than the beating you just got." Madoc nodded and quietly pulled me into the circle of misery. The aura of misery above the heads of the four of them was enough to brew a book of Les Miserables.

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"But I heard it was a tie. King Arthur didn't defeat you." I was even more curious.

"Boy, do you know why you lost so miserably and so quickly just now?"

“There is a serious lack of experience and skills.”

"That's right, you are not lacking in strength. If it were any one of us with your strength and physique, I won't say that I can win, but I will definitely not lose."

"I know, I know, but what about the battle with King Arthur?"

"The battle with King Arthur..." Korik raised his head sadly as if looking up at the stars, even though there was only a black rumbling ceiling above his head.

"We feel the same sorrow as you, being skillfully crushed by King Arthur."

"Tell me about it?" I couldn't wait to know how the battle was going to go.

"Do you know the current state of King Arthur?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be too far behind us, right?"

"Wrong, her realm is one level lower than yours. She is only at the intermediate level of World Power."

"Intermediate?" My brain suddenly failed. I thought about these two words for a long time, and then I was dumbfounded.

"You mean, with her intermediate strength in World Power, she's tied with you...?"

"right."

"When facing Lord King Arthur, this is the first time I feel so deeply powerless."

"Obviously it's just an intermediate level in the world, but the pressure it brings to us is more powerful than the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods."

"We used to firmly believe that no matter how powerful the skills are, they need to be supported by strength, but King Arthur successfully broke through our bottom line and told us that as long as the skills are strong enough and the experience is rich enough, the world's mid-level can also join forces with the three world's top experts.

Rise up and fight with your strength."

Listening to what they said to each other, I couldn't interrupt or say anything for a long time.

Although it is absurd, if you think about it carefully, it is actually not impossible. No, it is better to say that this is reasonable.

King Arthur was able to defeat the six-winged being back then, and his fighting skills could not be overstated as being astonishing. Even a strong man like the Married Woman Knight might not be able to sustain ten moves in her hands.
Chapter completed!