In the afternoon, at the headquarters of the Klia Merchant Guild in Noland.
Frit Von Klia was looking at the latest sales report of the merchant guild.
Ever since he started a business partnership with a Chaos Demon named Josiah, the capital of his merchant guild had more than doubled under the power of 'advertising'!
This was enough for him to become the most influential merchant guild in Noland.
The missionaries in the Kingdom of the Saint did not lie to him. Working with a demon could indeed bring him benefits that were hard to refuse.
"Master Frit, there is a merchant from the Iron Nation who wishes to see you. He said that he is the manager of the Silverflower Merchant Guild."
A servant walked into the study and handed a badge to Frit.
"Silverflower? Why did that old fellow come to Noland? "
Frit held the silver badge in his hand and examined it.
Although he was from the Iron Nation, his business foundation in the Iron Nation was not strong. He relied on the patent of the magic car to barely establish a branch of the merchant guild in the capital of the Iron Nation.
After all, when Frit first came to Noland, he was just an ordinary merchant who had just started from scratch. He only established this merchant guild after coming to Noland.
The Silverflower Merchant Guild was different. This guild had been rooted in Ossen Castle in the Iron Nation for many years.
More than ten years ago, when Frit was still in dire straits, he had met the manager of this guild a few times.
"Where is he?"
Frit was in a good mood and was ready to show off his achievements to those who were high and mighty in the past.
The servant led Frit to a room specially provided for guests.
"York! I haven't seen you for a long time. Why have you lost so much weight? "
After Frit recognized the manager of the Silver Flower sitting in the room, he greeted him warmly.
"People always change after a long time. Let me introduce the eldest son of the Kirrlutz Family, Mr. Eitek."
The manager of the Silverflower Merchant Guild pointed to a young man sitting beside him.
"I didn't expect the future heir of Ossen Castle to visit my small merchant guild," Frit greeted him with a business-like smile.
But the son of the Kirrlutz Family did not seem to be in a good mood. He looked Frit up and down and directly stated his intention.
"Mr. Frick, I'm here to get some information about my fiancée." The Earl's son said impatiently, "I heard that your Chamber of Commerce covers all of Noland. I hope you can help me find her. Her name is Dorothy. She has long, burgundy hair and eyes …"
This is the so-called noble conduct. Frit sighed slightly. The young man in front of him did not seem to know that he was also a noble of the Iron Nation.
However, the information provided by the count's son made Frit quickly think of someone!
Just a few hours ago, the Spell Caster forum was filled with posts by the "girl from the Iron Nation". Fritter took note of the post and found out that the name was Dorothy.
"I think I know where the man you're looking for is," said Fret.
"You know?!" He immediately stood up from his seat. It seemed that this son of the count had been searching the city for a long time before coming to find Frit.
Seeing their shocked expressions, Frit understood that these "nobles" from the Iron Nation had not come into contact with the Weave.
The manager of the Silverflower Chamber of Commerce had once called him a "country bumpkin", but to Frit now, these fellows were no different from ignorant country bumpkins.
"Yes, I remember that Miss Dorothy participated in a competition after coming to Noland." Frit did not want to bicker with these country bumpkins.
"Competition? Lord Eitek, I told you that Dorothy must have come to Noland to participate in the exam for the advanced magic academy. "
The manager of the Silverflower Chamber of Commerce was also Dorothy's father. He seemed to have beautified his daughter's reason for running away from marriage as "achieving higher academic achievements".
Coming to Noland to study was a glorious thing for any spellcaster. If their children could enter any of the advanced magic academies in Noland, it would make any parent incomparably proud.
"No, the competition Miss Dorothy participated in is not the entrance exam for the advanced magic academy."
Unfortunately, Frit quickly shattered the father's fantasy.
His daughter was not as studious as he had imagined.
"This …"
Just as the father was silent, Frit thought for a moment and remembered the name of the competition.
"I think the competition your daughter participated in is called 'Hearthstone' Noland Open '."
"Hearthstone? What's that? "
Frit saw their confused expressions and knew that these "country bumpkins" who had only arrived in Noland for a few days would not have heard of Hearthstone.
"A card game." When Frit said the word "game", the expressions of Dorothy's father and the earl's son changed instantly.
The father's expression became one of panic and disbelief, while the earl's son's expression became a little gloomy.
"It's a very popular card game among the dwarves. They usually play it in taverns, and I've heard that a large part of it is gambling."
Frit maliciously misled their impression of Hearthstone.
This misdirection was obviously very successful. Dorothy's father was completely stunned, and his expression seemed to be saying, "How could my daughter do such a thing!"
The earl's son even angrily clenched his fist and slammed it on the wooden table beside him.
Taverns, dwarves, card game, gambling.
When these four elements were combined, people who did not know about Hearthstone would definitely associate it with something bad.
The Iron Nation did not lack these underground casinos, but these casinos had always been vulgar and despicable. Most of the women who appeared in them were workers who served men.
No matter what, it was not a place that a qualified lady should go to.
"The competition should be held at Ruhrsk Higher Magic Academy. The competition has not ended yet, so it might not be too late to go there now."
Everything Frit said was the truth, but they had made a wrong association.
"Mr. Frit, is what you said … true? Why would a game competition be held at an Advanced Magic Academy? "
The manager of the Silver Flower Trading Company felt that there was something fishy in his words, so he did not seem to believe him.
"This is the only information I can provide you. Since you can't find it anywhere else, you can go to that academy to take a look. It's only three streets away from here," Frit said.
The earl's son did not give any reply. He immediately stood up and quickly walked out.
Frit watched the earl's son leave his trading company. He took out a cigarette from the Waterfront Nation and lit it up.
After puffing out the smoke for a while, he came to a room with a television in the trading company. The room was already filled with resting attendants and some customers outside the trading company.
They were all here for the competition, or rather, for a certain person.
"Miss Dorothy won again! Now it's the finals! "
The entire lounge was filled with an excited atmosphere. Frit blew out a mouthful of white smoke and looked at the red-haired girl on the television screen.
"I'm a little envious that you have such a lucky daughter," Frit said with a sigh.
… …
Noland Magic Arena.
The final battle.
Dorothy could not believe that she had reached this stage.
But reality told her that as long as she won this round, she would be the champion of the Noland Open! She could be said to be the strongest Hearthstone player in all of Noland.
However, Dorothy's opponent in this final battle was also very strong.
She looked at her opponent's stone tower. Standing on top of the stone tower was a Dwarf with white hair and beard.
Frost Axe … The Great Elder of the Dwarf Frost Axe Clan. He was also the strongest player in the Hearthstone Tavern.
Just the cards he used were all of the highest grade, Gold, and were enough to give Dorothy a lot of pressure.
Not only did he have the strongest card collection among all the Hearthstone players in Noland, but his skills were also terrifyingly strong.
The first round ended with Dorothy's defeat, and it ended with a crushing defeat!
Dorothy's Fire Demon Spell was defeated by her opponent's Roar without any resistance.
"It's fine … there's still a chance."
Dorothy calmed herself down and chose the second set of hunters named 'T7'.
She did not know where the name came from, but the core of this set was to attack the opponent's hero. Try to kill the opponent's hero in the shortest amount of time. The situation would become more and more disadvantageous as the game went on.
It was a risky move, but Dorothy's strategy was clearly successful.
In the second round, Frost Axe chose the slower Paladin set.
When Dorothy controlled her Hunter hero, Rexxar, and commanded a horde of beasts to pounce on the Paladin, victory once again appeared on the stage.
"Not bad!"
The Paladin's illusion was covered in cuts and bruises as he half-knelt on the ground. Before the illusion shattered into pieces, he used the last of his strength to praise his opponent.
"Thank you."
Hunter Rexxar also expressed his respect to his opponent.
Dorothy had to admit that her palms were covered in sweat. Her arms were even trembling slightly, and her head was a little dizzy. She was not as nervous as she was now in the previous two rounds!
Part of the reason for her nervousness was the finals, and the other part was that her opponent was too strong.
"Little girl, are you okay?"
Frost Axe, who was standing on the other side, noticed Dorothy's abnormality and shouted at Dorothy in a loud voice.
Dorothy forced a smile at the Dwarf and gave him a thumbs up to show that she was fine.
"You defeated that Hei Yan fellow! Don't fall at this time! "Frost Axe shouted once again," I don't want this match to end so quickly! "
Dorothy could feel the Dwarf's enthusiasm. She thought that after defeating a Dwarf Elder in the previous round, she would be hated by this group of inflexible Dwarves.
But now, it seemed that these Dwarves not only did not hate her, but also seemed to recognize her.
She expelled those strange thoughts from her mind and began to focus on the match in front of her.
This was a stalemate. Dorothy pulled back another round, but was defeated by Frost Axe again.
After four consecutive matches, all of them ended in a draw.
The final victory was decided in the last round!
According to the rules, there was only one set of cards left for both sides, and it was also the strongest set of cards for Dorothy and Frost Axe!
"Let's go together."
Dorothy touched her card box with her hand and murmured in a low voice. Then, she chose the last set of cards.
An Orc in heavy armor appeared on the battlefield. He raised his hand and shouted as if he was showing it to Dorothy.
"No victory! I would rather die! "
On the other side of Frost Axe, there was also a Dwarf in heavy armor. This Dwarf was holding a weapon and was ready to enter the battlefield!
"For Khaz Modan!" The Dwarf shouted a name that Dorothy had never heard before.
Dorothy had heard of this Dwarf on the Spellcaster forum. He was a limited class hero in Hearthstone that only a few players had.
His class was also a Warrior. It was said that in the game's background, this Dwarf was a great King and was also known as the King of Blacksmiths.
"In the last round, both players have chosen the Warrior class. Let us witness the birth of the final winner!"
Along with the host's voice, the duel between two warriors began.
Dorothy glanced at the cards in her hand. She was currently using the strongest card set in Hearthstone, Slave Battle.
Even if there were no minions on the field, as long as the conditions of the cards in her hand were met, even if the opponent's hero was at full health, she could still kill him!
Dorothy believed that the opponent had also chosen the same Slave Battle.
This would be a fierce battle to the death. In the face of such a harsh war, Dorothy chose to change her armor first!
This stalemate lasted for twelve rounds.
Dorothy glanced at her hand. There were no minions on the field. Her hero, Garrouch, was holding an axe called Frostbite.
Relying on these cards, she could deal as much as 47 points of damage.
However, the opponent's Hero had 50 HP including his Armor.
Dorothy could not wait any longer. She looked at the other Dark Iron Dwarf on the enemy's field. This Dwarf was called Emperor Thaurissan, and he was also the summoner of the Fire Demon King.
In the game, this Emperor's ability was to reduce the consumption of all the cards in his hand by one point.
Frost Axe had summoned Emperor Thaurissan in the last round, so it was very likely that he was ready to kill Dorothy with full health.
In the end, Dorothy made the decision to take a gamble!
That was to first unleash all the damage on his hand.
After making this decision, Dorothy threw all the cards in her hand into the battlefield. One after another, powerful minions appeared in front of Garrus.
"Move forward courageously!"
"A fight is coming! Count me in! "
"My sharp blade is thirsty!"
‘
Lor. Tak. Ogar! "
The next second, the burly Orc raised the giant axe in his hand and leaped into the air. With the sound of tearing air, he slashed at the Frost Axe hero!
The blade of the axe hit the body of the Dwarf King, and the axe instantly broke into pieces. Thousands of sharp fragments exploded throughout the battlefield!
The fragments all pierced all the creatures in the ring.
Blood began to splatter everywhere on the ring. When one of Dorothy's subordinates, a "Dread Slave Master," was pierced by the fragments, another "Dread Slave Master" appeared on the battlefield.
Standing on the side were two trolls called "Berserker Warriors." Scarlet blood flowed all over their bodies. The blood did not weaken them. Instead, it made them enter a more violent state.
The two trolls let out a terrifying roar.
As more and more Dread Slave Masters appeared on the battlefield, the blood on the ground had flowed into a river.
Dorothy could clearly smell the blood in the air. This was not an illusion!
The moment everything was ready, Dorothy gave an order to her minions to attack.
The Dread Slave Masters came forward and beat up the Dwarf King. The two Berserker Warriors let out a violent roar, raised the sharp blades in their hands and rushed towards the Dwarf King, directly shattering the armor on the Dwarf King's body.
The huge force sent the Dwarf King flying out of the ring and crashing into the stone tower where Frost Axe stood, stirring up a lot of dust.
A lot of cracks also appeared on the stone tower.
Did I win?
In the face of such a fierce attack, if Dorothy did not look at the game screen, she might really think that she had won.
But the final result was as Dorothy expected.
The Dwarf King fell in the ruins. His body was covered with shocking wounds, and blood flowed from his body.
However, he forced his wounded body to stand up. The moment it was Frost Axe's turn, Frost Axe also summoned his "army"!
"…"
Dorothy watched in a daze as her hero, Garrus, was knocked to the ground by Frost Axe's entourage army. The hero's HP was instantly reduced to zero under the enemy's Berserker Warriors.
The Orc, who was covered in cuts and bruises, struggled to stand up with an axe in his hand.
Is there … still hope? Dorothy looked at the Orc in the ring and could not help but want to shout for him not to fall.
But reality was cruel. Garrusch did force himself to stand up with his bruised body, but the moment he straightened his waist, this figure also turned into pieces and dissipated in the arena.
Dorothy looked at the scattered pieces in the sky and the word "Defeat" on her screen. Her body seemed to have lost some support, and she knelt on the ground powerlessly.
Deafening cheers came from all around, and petals once again fell from the sky. They were celebrating the birth of the winner.
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