The Lord of Plague suddenly realized what was going on!
As long as my true identity isn't discovered.
Thinking of this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension in his heart gradually subsided.
In the pub filled with a strange atmosphere, the mood was originally somewhat relaxed.
But in an instant, Roth seemed to be touched by some force and stood up suddenly.
His movements were so swift that everyone around him was startled.
Then, he took out a bottle of hairspray from some hidden corner of his body.
With a "sizzling" sound, he squeezed out some hairspray and quickly applied it on his head.
The Lord of Plague was originally attracted by Roth's series of strange actions, and now he was even more stunned.
Roth's hair "exploded" in an exaggerated manner like a hedgehog, which looked really funny and weird.
The Lord of Plague was full of doubts and had no idea what Roth was doing.
At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly broke out from the crowd in the tavern.
"Rot has turned on the serious mode!"
The shouts of the crowd rose one after another, as if announcing the arrival of a major event.
"What the hell? Serious mode? Just a change of hairstyle?" The Lord of Plague was completely dumbfounded. He stared at the scene in disbelief with his eyes wide open.
In his opinion, it is difficult to establish any reasonable connection between playing cards and hairstyle.
However, Roth's bizarre behavior was far from over. He suddenly opened his coat with a menacing look, and everyone's attention was drawn to him in an instant.
On the inside of his coat, ten card boxes were neatly hung, each of which exuded a mysterious atmosphere.
Roth pointed his finger at Sigma, whose consciousness was now occupied by the Lord of Plague, and said loudly, "Very good, I acknowledge your strength. You are worthy of witnessing my full glory!"
"What the hell?" The Lord of Plague subconsciously looked at Sigma, who was floating beside him and only he could see, his eyes full of help and confusion.
Sigma hurriedly explained to the Lord of Plague, "In the movie "Duel King", the characters' hairstyles are all very strange. So there is a saying among the card players, 'The weirder the hairstyle, the stronger the strength.'"
"No? How is playing cards related to hairstyle?" The Lord of Plague couldn't help but mutter. He really couldn't accept such a ridiculous statement.
"Next, I will let you see the real Roth!" Roth spoke in a cold voice. As the words fell, his aura suddenly changed, as if he had instantly transformed from an ordinary card player into a king who was about to go to the battlefield.
Seeing this, the Lord of Plague felt a surge of unwillingness to admit defeat. He snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
duel!
In the new duel, Roth was like a master in control of the overall situation. Every move he made was precise and accurate. The card deck seemed to be given life in his hands and exerted its ultimate power.
On the other hand, as for the Lord of Plague, although he also tried his best and performed at his best, the situation was like a collapsing building and there was no way he could turn the tide.
Finally, as Roth delivered the fatal blow, the Lord of Plague widened his eyes in disbelief and watched his "life points" drop to zero, declaring that the duel ended in his complete defeat.
"Damn it! Why is this happening!" The Lord of Plague's chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart that was like a surging tide.
He could not accept this cruel reality: a dignified ancient god was defeated so easily by a human being, and in his eyes, this human being was so weak!
He was filled with resentment and asked himself over and over again, what exactly went wrong? My operation just now was clearly at its best!
The Lord of Plague suppressed his anger and began to carefully review the battle process just now. Every turn and the use of every card flashed through his mind like a movie.
Gradually, a confident smile appeared on his face, as if he had found the key to turning the situation around, and he said with absolute certainty: "Come again, I won't lose this time!"
However, fate always seems to play jokes on us.
In the following battles, the Lord of Plague seemed to be trapped in an endless abyss. No matter how hard he tried or how he adjusted his tactics, he could never overcome the insurmountable mountain of Roth and kept losing.
Each defeat was like a heavy hammer, constantly hitting his heart.
"Impossible, absolutely not. I have calculated it perfectly!" The Lord of Plague muttered to himself, a trace of despair in his eyes, his heart almost broken.
But his inherent stubbornness and competitive spirit made him even more persistent, "Damn it, I lost again! Let's do it again!!!"
His eyes were red and he roared at Roth opposite him like a trapped beast.
"No! No! We've already been playing for a whole day and I still have to rank up!" Roth waved his hands helplessly. He thought that after losing so many times, the young man in front of him would give up. After all, who likes to be abused all the time.
But I didn't expect that this guy would get more and more excited as he lost, and he played Arena of Valor with me for a whole day.
"Huh? Is it so late?" The Lord of Plague was stunned for a moment, as if he had just come back to his senses from the world of duel.
He subconsciously glanced out the window. The sky had already turned as dark as ink, and the night enveloped the entire world.
He couldn't believe that he had completely forgotten the time in order to play Arena of Valor and was even so obsessed with this game?
No, he kept telling himself in his heart that it was just his strong desire to win that was causing trouble.
However, the Lord of Plague felt very unhappy when he thought about the fact that he had lost a whole day. But there was really nothing he could do. The legendary cards in the opponent's hand were too strong. In the face of absolute strength, he felt deeply powerless.
Roth stretched, stood up and prepared to leave. As he was packing up his deck, he thought to himself that if the quality of the opponent's deck wasn't so poor, he might not have won so easily.
The Lord of Plague sat blankly in the chair, staring at the seemingly unbearable deck in his hand with empty eyes.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Why is your deck so weak? Don't you have any other backup cards?"
Sigma listened to the Plague Lord's complaints and couldn't help but snorted. He said unhappily, "What do you know? High-level cards in Arena of Valor are hard to come by, and a pack of cards is quite expensive. I don't have that much money."
"Aren't you a noble?" asked the Lord of Plague in confusion.
"I'm on the edge, unpopular, and an abandoned pawn. My family has long since ignored me, and now I'm barely surviving by working for Merlin." Sigma shook his head helplessly, paused, and said, "But there are still a lot of ordinary cards left in the box at home, you can go and take a look."
“I’m an ancient god, but I’ve lost so many times, and I lost so badly. I have no face at all! Damn it, when I configure the new deck, I will make that guy called Roth pay!”
The Lord of Plague clenched his fists tightly, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes, and said hatefully.
It seemed as if the next showdown would be the time for him to avenge his previous shame.
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