Chapter 747 Fake Human Race

Dashai City is not like Airei City, there are not so many colorful magic lights, nor is there so much rich nightlife.

A series of luxurious places for enjoyment, such as brothels and casinos, are all listed on the prohibited list of laws in Dasha City.

The nightlife here only consists of four simple things: barbecue, drinking, shopping and wrestling.

Needless to say barbecue, drinking and shopping, wrestling is a unique nightlife in Dashai City.

The orcs have more energy than other races. In order not to waste this boiling blood, they finally decided on the sport of wrestling as one of the fun nightlife items.

This has many benefits. It can not only prevent crime, but also effectively curb population growth.

After all, hormones can easily cause sexual impulses if they are not consumed.

Although I haven't seen each other for more than half a year, my old neighbors in Dashai City are still deeply impressed by me. When I meet, they can't help but say hello and even express cordial condolences.

"You're back, Xiaoyi!" an old neighbor said enthusiastically.

"You're back." I nodded in response, then looked him up and down, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "Long time no see, you are still so tough and energetic!"

"Hahahaha, you kid is still so good at talking!" He laughed and threw away the crutch in his hand and made a few bodybuilding movements.

"It feels much better to look at you this way," I praised. "You always have a stick in your hand, which affects your strong and heroic appearance and is in the way."

"To tell you the truth, this is called a civilized stick. It is a fashion that spread from York to Hancheng not long ago. But after playing with it for a few days, I always feel sick when holding it. When I heard you say this today, I find it even more awkward!"

As he spoke, the old neighbor stomped his feet several times.

"I'm just telling you, how could you possibly be carrying such a thing if you are so lively and energetic?" I said hehey.

"Oh, by the way, Xiaoyi, what are you going to do?"

Hearing him ask this, I remembered the theme of this trip, and apologized hurriedly: "Sorry, old man, I have to go buy some food and come back. Cagalli and the others haven't eaten yet!"

"Then go quickly." He waved his hand and said, "Cagalli is a good girl, old man, I can't delay her from finishing her meal!"

As he said that, the old neighbor hummed a tune and walked away with his hands behind his back.

There was only a black and dirty civilized stick left on the ground.

Being familiar with the road, I found the barbecue shop I had been going to before. The boss was still as enthusiastic as ever. I asked for two kilograms of barbecue and paid for it. In the end, he gave me another kilogram as a gift from a regular customer.

Since the store was extremely busy, I found a chair by myself, sat at the door and looked around.

The barbecue shops in Dasay City are all semi-open. Unless there is strong wind, the doors will not be closed all year round, even in winter.

The fragrant smell of barbecue and the wanton heat from the fire envelope the passing guests. No matter who passes by the barbecue shop, they will stop and take a deep breath before moving on.

About ten meters away from the shop, there was a group of people gathered together, noisily shouting to come on. There were probably some people wrestling in the street.

Suddenly there was an indescribable feeling of nostalgia in my heart. I stood up and moved closer.

To be honest, before I left Dasay City, I wrestled with almost all the neighbors around the villa. I was defeated at first, but after I found the skills, I started to win in various ways, until in the end, I was invincible against all the neighbors. He became the most powerful wrestling celebrity in a small area.

Containing interest, I weighed my feet and looked beyond the outside audience to the venue.

On the field, two people were fighting tooth and nail. It could be seen that they were both at the end of their violent masturbation. Their faces were red and their necks were thick from holding it in, and they couldn't even breathe out. Their eyes were wide open. It's so round that it's almost catching up with the black-haired cow.

Of these two people, one is a goat-man tribe among the orc tribe, and the other is a human tribe.

The guys from the Goat Tribe are smaller and not as strong as the Human Tribe, but they are more skilled and know how to leverage their strength.

Although the guy from the human race has great brute strength, he lacks skills. He is a real scumbag with only brute strength but no skills at all.

I was laughing secretly when the two people wrestling suddenly changed positions and I saw a familiar face.

Damn it!

It's you!

As usual, outsiders are not allowed to interfere during wrestling, except for cheering, but names must not be called out.

But I was so surprised that I couldn't stop saying, "Fuck, it's you! Harold!"

That's right, the guy currently wrestling with the Goat Tribe in front of him is Harold, the president of the Brave Guild.

When I shouted like this, he was distracted, and in a matter of seconds, he was knocked to the ground by the Goatman guy.

The Goatman guy didn't directly press forward to force Harold to admit defeat. Instead, he took a breath, suddenly stared at me, and said angrily: "Who are you! Don't you know we are wrestling!"

I quickly clasped my hands together, bowed to him, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I'm very sorry!"

The Goatman snorted and stopped pursuing it. Instead, he stretched out his hand to pull Harold up and said, "Come on, let's compete again!"

"No, no," Harold said in a rough voice. He waved his hand: "I really can't beat you. Although my brute strength is greater than yours, your skills are much better than mine. No matter how hard I beat you, the result will not be the same." Change."

The Goatman looked very dissatisfied. He looked around and suddenly fixed his eyes on my face, saying fiercely: "It's your fault for interrupting our wrestling. Come here and wrestle with me on his behalf!"

"Me?" I pointed to myself and looked around.

The eyes of the onlookers were all on my face. Suddenly, someone said: "Huh? Isn't this An Xiaoyi?"

"Haha, it's really An Xiaoyi!"

"An Xiaoyi, go up and wrestle with him. I want to see if you have improved!"

Harold in the circle looked at me in confusion. It was obvious that he didn’t know that I was so famous, and the Goatman guy standing next to him looked even more confused. Usually, if the Orcs propose peace, When humans wrestle, there will always be a group of people who stop them, fearing to hurt the fragile bodies of humans, but why not this guy?

Moreover, someone actually encouraged him to duel with him?

What the hell is going on here?

I smiled at the confused Goatman guy, and my smile was full of apology: "I'm sorry that it affected the wrestling between you, but I didn't really mean it. Also, the wrestling will be a wrestling for a while, you guys The bet between you has to be completed by yourselves. I just want to compensate for the loss of the Goatman brothers who were not able to enjoy the wrestling due to my fault!"

"What!" The goatman's eyes widened even more. What did this guy mean? Could it be that he had already planned to win from the beginning?

When humans and orcs are wrestling, if they don’t think about how to lose without being embarrassed, they still have time to think about what will happen if they win?

Damn, this guy must be a fake human!