Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 422 The Terra Demon Clan's Abnormalities, Suspected Demon God's Descent

Upon hearing that it was about "cultural essence," Kyle and Elder Muyu finally perked up.

After a few bites and finishing our meal, several staff members brought over a few square green tables.

Several boxes were opened.

slam-la-

A pile of small, warm-to-the-touch cubes lay on the table, engraved with incomprehensible symbols and patterns.

"This is……"

Elder Muyu curiously picked up a piece; it was icy cold to the touch.

"Some kind of runestone?"

"No, it's called Mahjong."

Lin Mo gestured to the staff.

The crisp sound of rubbing cards instantly drowned out everything else.

He began to explain the rules.

"See these patterns? Wan, Tong, and Tiao, three types. The white color in the east, south, west, north, and center is a special rune."

"What you have to do is draw cards, play cards, and put the thirteen cards in your hand into a fixed combination."

"For example, three identical ones, or three in a row..."

The people of Terra were completely confused.

Thorin held a small mahjong tile in his large, fan-like hand; it looked like a bean.

He frowned, looking impatient.

"You're just playing this? It's like kids playing house."

Kyle tried to understand it using the logic of a magician.

"A game that relies on calculation and probability to perform permutations and combinations?"

"You could say that," Lin Mo nodded.

"But there's something else called luck."

Lin Mo gave a brief demonstration of how to arrange the cards, how to roll the dice, and how to draw cards.

Then, divide them into several tables.

The orcs and centaurs were too big, so they had to use specially made large mahjong tiles and sit on the ground in a circle.

The first game begins.

The scene was very chaotic at one time.

"What... is this for?" Grom held a "ten thousand" bill, looking at the Chinese characters on it with a face full of question marks.

"If you don't want to, then shoot!" The instructor next to him was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"bump!"

Thorin slammed his hand on the table, slamming the two "Red Dragon" cards in front of him together with the one he had just played.

The sound was like thunder, and the cards on the table shook and jumped.

He looked smug, as if he had accomplished something great.

"Isn't this amazing? Two red dragons!"

Lin Mo: "..."

Kyle plays a completely academic style of play.

He frowned deeply, taking a long time to think about each card he played, trying to figure out what cards others had in their hands.

Elder Muyu and the elves were quite elegant at first.

Their card-arranging movements were graceful, and they played the cards with a gentle touch.

But soon, the elegance was gone.

"Wait! Why were you able to take the cards I played?"

"That's called 'eating'! My cards can connect with the ones in your hand!"

"I think I... won?"

The cat-eared girl, Annie, suddenly cried out, her voice hesitant.

She was a little unsure and pushed the cards in front of her over.

A pair of "two-ten-thousands" as the head, three "three-sticks", three "five-bamboo", plus "six-seven-eight-ten-thousands" in a row.

All eyes were on her small, yet perfectly compliant, deck of cards.

"Did I win... win?" Annie blinked her big eyes.

"That's right, you won!" Lin Mo laughed.

In that instant, it was as if a switch had been pressed.

The frustration and confusion I felt just now vanished instantly.

A spirit of never giving up emerged from the very core of everyone.

Why can a half-orc girl win?

But I can't?

"Again!"

Thorin shoved the cards in front of him over.

"I refuse to believe it!"

The second game, the third game...

The clattering sound of shuffling cards became the only background music in the restaurant.

"bump!"

"eat!"

"A perfect score! A perfect score! Hahaha! Pay up, pay up!"

Thorin was completely unrestrained, his voice getting louder and louder, slamming his fist on the table and laughing wildly when he won, and blowing his beard and glaring when he lost.

Kyle no longer hesitated, playing his cards at lightning speed, his eyes like an eagle's, fixed on the card table, his brain working at breakneck speed, just like a shrewd gambler.

Elder Muyu was no longer elegant.

He could sigh for ages if someone took a card from him.

He was so happy when he drew a key card that his beard stood on end.

The orcs were more direct; they couldn't understand the complexities, so they focused on pure suits and all-in-one hands.

The method is simple and straightforward, and sometimes the results are surprisingly good.

Time flies at the card table.

Before we knew it, it was already late at night.

Liu Youwan stood by and watched, his eyelids twitching as he observed this surreal scene.

The aloof sixth-order archmage is arguing heatedly with someone over a "three of a kind" (a type of trinket).

The grumpy dwarf elder almost plucked out his own beard in regret after lighting a "Thirteen Orphans" cannon.

The wise elven elder was staring intently at his next opponent, muttering incantations under his breath.

Their eyes were bloodshot and their expressions were excited; there was no trace of their previous dejected look.

This mahjong game is even more addictive than video games!

The clattering sound of rubbing cards was like a relentless downpour, pounding on everyone's nerves.

"Bang! Haha! It's mine again!" Thorin slammed his hand on the table, and the two "Fortune" cards collided violently with the one on the table.

He stroked his beard triumphantly and looked at Kyle, as if he had won not just a card, but a city.

Kyle frowned, his finger hovering over the cards in front of him as his mind raced.

He tried to calculate the probability of each card and deduce the card combinations of Thorin and Elder Muyu.

This takes even more effort than constructing a sixth-order magic circle!

"Thirty thousand!"

"Eat!" Elder Muyu quickly took the "30,000" that Kyle had played and swiftly placed the straight of "30,000, 40,000 and 50,000" in front of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous low mood had long been washed away by the small square on the square table.

Just as Thorin was about to draw another card, shouting "Draw on the slate!"—

hum!hum!hum!

A sudden and violent tremor abruptly cut into the noise.

The smart terminal on Lin Mo's wrist was flashing a blinding red light.

It's Dragon War.

An emergency communication at this time is never a good thing.

Lin Mo's heart sank. He casually picked up a blank "whiteboard" that no one wanted from the side of the table and threw it out.

He raised his wrist and connected the communication.

"Commander Lin!"

Long Zhan's usually calm voice, however, sounded heavy and urgent through the loudspeaker.

"Emergency! The demonic wormhole we're monitoring has become active!"

The noisy restaurant instantly fell silent.

All eyes turned to the small terminal on Lin Mo's wrist.

Long Zhan's voice continued to ring out.

"Just now... a large number of new demon units have arrived!"

"Based on our analysis, six of them are floating in the air, which should be at the seventh rank!"

"And the one in the lead..."

"...It's highly likely to be an eighth-tier item!"

boom!

Upon hearing this, everyone's brains went blank.