Diablo Destruction

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The moonlight was sparse, and the blood-red moonlight sprinkled together with the bright light of the bonfire as if it were blended together. The small open space was photographed like the sunset and dusk, and the time seemed too early.

"Woo~~~~vomit~~~~~" Under such a beautiful night, I squatted in the corner of the open space and spit in the spit.

Too... Too careless, Beth pro, I'm sorry for the wine you specially made for me.

Although drunk is not drunk, but maybe those **** saw something, and kept on coaxing, making me more and more self-conscious, and finally killed a bunch of barbarian with a group of barbarians.

As a result... Of course, I was still not drunk. Bess's craftsmanship was not so fooling. She said that if she was not drunk, she would definitely be drunk.

However, I miscalculated the gap between my stomach and the barbarian.

Think about it, what a terrifying appetite Seattle Kenar is really hungry and can eat ten meals of ordinary strong men in one breath.

For me, my appetite for dying is comparable to the appetite of the three strong men. This has to be considered as an adventurer, and my stomach pockets are not afraid of being damaged.

The gap between them caused me to end today.

Not drunk, but vomiting. Five jars of wine go down, there are four or fifty pounds. Even an adventurer-grade bladder means that Alexander, who went to the toilet ten times in an hour, finally knelt.

"Sir, are you okay?" Velas stood behind me with a distressed face, constantly stroking my back, hoping to make me feel better.

"I'm going to prepare an hangover soup for adults, how?" She thought I was drunk. Can't help asking like this.

"No, it's okay, never."

Little Velas, I’m not drunk. If I’m really drunk, the **** who are not far away from me are already lying on the ground.

just now. The thought of anything that can be eaten, even seeing a bunch of hay on the ground, an earthworm, can cause my nausea, please don't mention any sober soup.

"Ha ha ha ha, look at the bear-like appearance of the boss." Lao Ma's dead laugh came.

"Brother Wu. This is your fault. I obviously used that kind of cheating wine, but I couldn't even drink it. It's unreasonable."

Seattle posed a strong Se, which attracted a crowd of men who were already drunk or drunk. Give me a great title such as Seattle Dionysus without hesitation.

"Hahaha, hiccups. I won the prize, I won the prize. It wasn't me who blew it. This Camp Roger, other than Mrs. Kasha and Mu Donggua, really didn't find anything more drinkable than me. I mean this camp, The elven king is not counted."

Speaking of my king, Seattle is drunk and proud, and there seems to be a trace of uncomfortableness on his cheeky face, as if he has had a black history. Should this product secretly go to my king to single out the amount of alcohol?

Just as the drunks danced and clamored for another victory over the stupid and incompetent Alliance Redeemer, a few sensible people, such as Carlos and White Wolf, had quietly distanced them and cleared their relationship.

Because, Velas behind me, had stood up silently, lowered his head, and in his arms, when he picked up a pan.

Under the blood moon, an ominous wind passed quietly.

"No... no no no... no... you are not allowed to bully adults!!!"

Suddenly raised his head, the pan in Velas's hand seemed to turn into a meteor, standing at the front of the old horse, and was shot in the first place. His body reached a height of 100 meters, sitting in a rotation motion, grunting. Planted on the ground, just like a high-speed rotating drill bit, drilled into the soil, and stopped until only a pair of legs were exposed.

It seemed that the tombstone could be immediately in front of the legs.

The old horse is only the first one. The blackened and frying pan Velas, the petite body, exudes the momentum like an angry mammoth. The pan in his hand beats continuously, the drunkards in front of her, one after another It was shot at a height of 100 meters, rotated at a high speed, and then planted at the end, all of which ended the same as Malabubi.

Velas’s strength is not low. With the sharing of soul connection, she is now even without a little power. In fact, she is also among the first-world power adventurers such as Lar, Malagueby, and Dougev. The best, almost the same, may even be better.

Moreover, Muradin's pan-making weapon pans made by her are accompanied by a patting attribute, plus the kindness of the materials, and their skill, so the big man who shoots a few hundred pounds in the flying area is really nothing to say.

Of course, if you want to hide, everyone can hide. Blackening does not mean invincibility. It is more like the strongest in the field such as Seattle. If you want to be more real, how can Velas be able to shoot.

However, these guys all have experience of rubbing rice. As the saying goes, people eat softly. In addition, they must continue rubbing in the future. They don’t want Velas to think about it. In the future, they will add some material to their share and stand still. Don't move, it's more cost-effective to be photographed.

So, there was such a spectacular scene of a pan sweeping through a thousand armies. In just a few seconds, more than a dozen big men, tall and short, strong and weak, were all shot and flew, and their heads were planted.

"Fortunately, I am clever." Lal, the lucky man who had noticed the bad and snarled early, looked at him from afar and wiped a cold sweat.

"Really? Mr. Lal the clever?" Lisa appeared smiling behind him, beside him there was his baby daughter, wiping her sword silently.

"Listen... listen to my explanation!" Lar's legs were soft, and if he knew this, he might as well stand there and be beaten by Velas.

Immediately afterwards, Lal's screaming sounded from the crowd.

"It's alright. Velas, good boy. I'm fine." I laughed secretly at seeing those **** suffer the due condemnation, but the blackened Velas couldn't let it go, she seemed to have a little sense of unfinished expression. .

I hurried up, hugged Villas in my arms, and felt for comfort.

Gradually, under my comfort, Velas looked up blankly. Exposing the pair of pure and flawless, eye-catching eyes like black gemstones.

"Huh...I...what did I do?" She looked left and right at the guys with their heads still on the ground, and she seemed to finally remember what happened, and made a horrible noise.

"Hug...sorry, I...I didn't do it on purpose...the body...the body is out of control...just...so...so it's forbidden to bully the adults..." Verras panicked, incoherent, It's more than an explanation.

Although I apologized. However, Velas didn't seem to feel that she had done anything wrong, as she could hear from the last sentence in her previous comment.

"No apology necessary, Wei Lasi but for me, all these **** beat fly, Thank you so much. Wei Lasi, I really love you." Wei Lasi holding face, my lips on her Give a big kiss.

"Huh... Huh..." A wave of unsettled waves started again, the things in front had not calmed down, and I was kissed again by the cold. Realizing that many eyes were coming, Verras's face gradually turned red. Red, crimson, and with a last puff, breathing steam, fainted with double tension and shyness.

Very good, the blackened Velas, after the solution is completed, carefully will be held by the pan in the arms of Velas, and it is pulled out, and I will give her to Linya who comes over to meet.

The murder weapon was lifted, and those guys who still kept their heads plugged into the ground took a long breath and pulled their heads out.

Oh? Who is the owner of the pair of calves that are constantly shaking? It seems that there is no help. Simply bury the soil.

"It's a disaster. This time I was too smug. I was stimulating Verras." The culprit, Seattlek, scratched his bare head and gritted his teeth. As Wu Fan's first rubbing party, his pan for Verras was There is no way.

Just then, his shoulder was suddenly tapped.

Turning his head, it turned out that it was Bess, who was very inconspicuous from beginning to end, in the banquet. Standing beside him, he was faced with a fierce and fierce big face, and immediately trembled, as if I can't stand it anymore.

"Do you want to compare?" But, facing the fierce big face of Seattle, she was fainted and fainted, but she said this from her mouth.

"Wh...what?" Seattleke thought he had heard it wrong and couldn't help but put his ears up.

"I'm sorry...sorry...I...I mean, is it better than trying...this?" Bess was terrified, shaking her hand, and handing out something she was holding in her arms.

It is a jar of wine.

"Bise, are you sure you want to compare this with me?" Seattle grams looked surprised.

After discovering that Bess made a good wine, Seattle, the drunk, immediately placed Bess in the second place among the objects that needed to be stammered. Of course, the first was Velas.

Every time he returned to the camp, he would go to the Greenwood Bar from time to time to ask Bess to drink some of the wine she personally brewed. Blessed by this, he saw Seattle’s fierce big face and the strong momentum exuded from his body. , Bess’s fans suddenly dropped by a third, and even the business of the Greenwood Bar was affected. Fortunately, Seattlek is a rare smart and witty barbarian, and he is also a big local tyrant, so every time he stays, It is enough to make up for the impact of business.

Having said so much, it is actually a sentence, because it is the relationship between the drunkard, and his relationship with Bess is relatively familiar compared with other people, but Seattle has not seen the amount of Bess.

However, no matter how good she is, she can't compare to her camp.

"Huh." Bess nodded firmly, thought for a while, and then said in an unspeakable timid voice.

"But...but my appetite can't be compared with that of Master Seattle, so I can only...can only make a small request...can you...try to try harder wine?"

"Ha ha ha, this is of course no problem." Seattle is amused by this honest maid, she is just a petite and ordinary girl, but she is a tall barbarian warrior. The appetite is of course incomparable, so if you really want to compare the amount of wine. The only way is to try to use harder wine, otherwise, a druid is a lesson.

If you really want to compare, even if Bess doesn't say it, Seattlek will also take the initiative to propose it. But he is the first Dionysus in the camp, and he is facing an ordinary girl. Naturally, he wants to compare fairly. Uh, Brother Wu doesn't count, who made him cheat.

Everyone's attention was attracted by this peculiar contest, and Bess was going to try the wine with Seattle Kirby, God? It’s not a joke, don’t look at the others, it’s just a comparison of their body types. Seattle, close to three meters, is afraid that one arm is as big as Bess. Standing together is like a giant bear and a little white rabbit.

Although I know that Bess's wine volume is good, I still have no confidence in seeing this disparity. Just want to persuade to persuade, can't help being caught by Fini.

"Reassure meow, Bess will not lose meow." She gave me a thumbs up, showing a reassuring look, if only it was Fini. After all, this fake girl is not very reliable, but. Even Oona next to her nodded deeply.

Is it true that Bess can really win?

I stopped and looked with my eyes wide open. At this time, Bess and Seattle had sat down face to face, and Bess skillfully opened the wine jar in her arms.

Suddenly, there was a strong smell of wine that made people's nose choke sharply, rushing over, across the crowd, more than ten meters away, I couldn't help but sneeze a few times. Shaky feeling.

This is alcohol, which is clearly alcohol... No, it is more powerful than alcohol, and the taste alone can make people drunk.

"It was originally intended to try something like Sake crystal wine, but after all it was limited by the materials, I couldn't make such a delicious wine, but the intensity was not much worse, usually it was one to twenty To enter."

As soon as he talked about wine, the timid Bess became a bit chatty, and even without any stuttering, he finished the remarks.

It turned out that I said this intensity, how familiar it is, it turned out to be Sark crystal wine.

When Bess said this, I understood that it was terrible, too terrible, and even dared to challenge Sark Crystal Wine. It must be known that Sark Crystal Wine is an elven clan's secret wine, and its materials are very expensive and scarce. Even the entire elven royal family is not much, only the little girl of Beja is willing to take it out and spoil it.

As a maid of an ordinary bar, Bess can't compare with the whole elf family and collect expensive wine-making materials, so failure is inevitable, but it can still produce wine with the same intensity as Sark crystal wine. It's scary enough.

Am I still underestimating Bess' winemaking technology?

Anyway, with this altar, the competition can be carried out in a relatively fair environment. According to Beth, this altar can only be imported for one to twenty, then at least it is equivalent to twenty altar , Even if Seattle is afraid, I can't finish it.

Just then, Bess made a more amazing move.

Suddenly she drank three bowls in a row, and then wiped the corners of her mouth lightly, looking timidly at Seattle, as if afraid he would be angry because of her hasty actions.

"Admiral Seattle has just...drinked a lot. To be fair, I...drank these three bowls first."

"Is it fair? I didn't expect me to be given away by a little girl." Seattleke scratched his head and said he was a little depressed. These three bowls of wine are equivalent to about one-twentieth of a jar of wine.

"Isn't Mr. Seattle also... also made me? If it's ordinary wine, I... I'm not an opponent of Mr. Seattle." Bess said weakly.

"That is to say, is such wine enough? Have guts." Seattle's eyes narrowed, grabbed the bowl in front of him, and swallowed it without hesitation.

Suddenly, a sky of hot air made the senior alcoholic like Seattlek tremble.

It is as strong as Sark crystal wine, and even more so, but it does not have the rich aroma of Sark crystal wine. To be honest, drinking this wine is not so much as a pleasure, it is rather a sin, even if it is the favorite. The wine dwarf will certainly not like it either.

But it's good to use it for comparison~www.readwn.com~.

After taking a sip, Seattle grams looked surprised.

A bowl of wine, even he can't bear it, but the **** the opposite side just drank three bowls in one breath.

A rival, even if you can't compare to the elf queen who can't afford to have more thoughts, I'm afraid it won't be much worse.

Faced with such an ordinary person, for the first time in his life, Seattlek lost the confidence to win.

When the game reached the twenty-fifth bowl, Seattlek fell to the ground and fell staggeringly, and could no longer get up, while Bess only had a blushing face.

From the beginning of this game, no one has said a word from beginning to end, and some only have the sound of breathing air.

I am afraid that after this incident, the camp... No, the name of the mainland's first Dionysus, it will fall on Bess.

*(To be continued...)