Diablo Destruction

Lu Gaoyin, in a small bar with an ancient Egyptian style, three figures wrapped tightly in black cloaks sat around a table. They were the trio who appeared in the desert last time.

"Brother, Churuton is dead."

The man in black with a more well-proportioned figure spoke.

"Is the news reliable?"

Sitting in the center was still the burly figure, and the awe-inspiring aura emanating from him condensed the air nearby.

"Information within the alliance should be reliable."

"Hey, it's a good death. I don't need to do it myself."

The thin figure directly opposite licked his mouth and spoke in a slightly cruel tone.

"Although Churudun's death is not a pity, he is still a level 32 assassin and his skills are decent. It is unimaginable that he would be killed in Rogge's camp." The well-proportioned black shadow lowered his head and pondered.

"Hoke, don't underestimate Rogge's camp. There are many masters hidden in it. Take my teacher as an example. Even if the three of us go together now, we may not be able to get a good deal."

The burly figure said to the well-proportioned man in black, who was Hawke.

"No, I even planned to steal her wine bottle before." The thin man in black said secretly.

"Forget it, it's just an insignificant character who died anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

"Brother, what should we do next?"

Hawk looked respectfully at the man in black in front of him.

"Although I didn't find Tarasha's ancient tomb this time, I have a feeling, a very strange feeling, so I plan to stay here for a while. As for you, go back to Harrogath for the time being. I am here alone. People are enough.”

"No way. Going back to that damn ice pimple again? God, I'd rather be baked dry here..." the emaciated figure muttered.

"Fyodor, how many times have I said that strength is the foundation of everything."

The man called the eldest brother's tone was still so calm, but the other two could feel the anger shaking in the air.

"Brother, I was wrong. I will go back to Harrogas right now."

Fyodor was obviously full of awe for the elder brother in front of him. He lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the other person's face.

"Forget it, you have been working hard recently, just have fun for a few days, but you must leave in three days at the latest, do you understand?"

"Oh. Brother Yingming..."

Feodor cheered, and immediately dragged Hawke on the opposite side and strode away.

"Time is precious, brother, let's take the first step."

"It's all your fault for making Big Brother unhappy. I never said I wanted to mess around with you." Hawke complained.

"What does it matter? Aren't we good brothers? Besides, the eldest brother is too strict. Although we don't understand his mood, we can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Feodor patted Hawke's shoulder nonchalantly. .

"Go and talk to brother about this."

Hawke, who seemed more serious, glared at Fyodor, who immediately stopped.

"..."

Watching the two brothers leaving. A look of guilt flashed in the eyes of the burly man, and then was replaced by determination. He carefully took out an inconspicuous small black stone from his arms, and held it gently in his hand. After years of caressing the surface of the stone, it had become Became very smooth.

"Strong, I need stronger power before that. Angelil, you must wait for me..."

According to Kasha, the military camp can accommodate more than 100,000 Holy See Guards at the same time, but in normal times it is kept between 30,000 and 50,000. With such a large number of troops, it is natural that the maintenance and repair of weapons cannot be left behind. Therefore, the entire military camp There are four iron shops in total. Distributed one in the southeast and northwest corners. I heard that officers also have specially equipped senior blacksmiths.

What I care about are the four iron shops. I can figure it out with just a little thought. As long as the blacksmith is not killed by others, he will definitely be in one of the four blacksmith shops. Which one is the question? You know, the distance between the four blacksmith shops in the southeast, northwest and northwest is not short, and there are those that are the most troublesome in the middle. monster.

The first one I chose was naturally the one closest to the entrance of the prison. This is the so-called lazy person's thinking mode, and when there was the sound of "dang-dang" banging and a large amount of burning steam, there was a room not far away. When it came out, I knew I made the right bet. Oh, thank God for your guidance, your asshole is indeed everywhere...

However, when I got closer, I stayed there for a long time, but I didn't take a step forward. Of course, it was not out of advanced tactics such as waiting to see what would happen and using silence to stop. When I lacked a sense of crisis, my actions It is always much faster than the brain. As for why it stays there, I actually want to ask now why it is! ?

Not far in front of me, a group of guests who had visited earlier surrounded the entire blacksmith shop. At a glance, they were all little devils. Were their heads covered with dog shit? They ran wild in front of the blacksmith, or were they just watchdogs captured by the blacksmith, standing here in a setting similar to level 1?

However, there is no need to think about it carefully first, because next you will find that there is a particularly uncoordinated existence among the little devils. Although it has the appearance of a little devil, its size, I mean the size of the upper body , almost several times that of an ordinary little devil, and unlike other little devils with yellow and skinny faces, this strange giant little devil seems to be over-nourished, and it seems to have a sufficient amount of exercise. The well-developed upper body instantly reminded me of One word - Devil Muscular Man, the oily khaki muscles, with blue veins erecting under its intentional or unintentional show off, are constantly shaking like earthworms, as if a layer of oil can be shaken out at any time, and compared to the upper body , its equally strong legs are pitifully like chopsticks, and the overall look is like a small short stick supported under an inverted triangle.

Maldas is particularly strong.

It turned out to be a mini-boss-level monster. Seeing this unappetizing muscular little demon, the knife it held in its hand was several times larger than an ordinary small blade. A machete that could almost be modified with a nine-ring machete. I rubbed my eyes and once again confirmed that I was not dazzled, my brain was full of energy and I searched for a long time from my shallow understanding of darkness. Even Kane's almost all-encompassing book There is no relevant explanation in the Book of Wisdom. Could it be a new variety recently developed by Hell? Or maybe it was the ultimate little devil that evolved after being struck by lightning and failing to travel through time.

Anyway. Before I am sure, I can only choose to wait and see what happens. Who knows whether this funny little devil named Maldas will be more awesome than Andariel. Fortunately, this place is affected by the momentum of two small boss-level monsters. , other unrelated monsters have already fled, so my current location is very safe. If I am careful, I will not be discovered at all.

"Ding……"

There was an earth-shattering knocking sound. It was as if the entire surface of the earth was shaken three times. After the sound dissipated, the whole world became silent, as if all the sounds had been absorbed by the shocking blow just now.

"Touch." In the silence, the sturdy subway door of the blacksmith shop. As if being shaken alive, he let out a turbid groan, and a wave of hot air surged out from inside with a suffocating smell of coke, and the surrounding air instantly rose several degrees.

"oh……!!"

After the heat wave. A huge figure gradually appeared in my eyes. It had a bull's head and a human body. The red body was at least four meters high because it had been smoked next to the iron furnace all year round. Facing it directly, I felt as if I was facing an iron tower, and I felt a sense of shock. Not to mention those ordinary little devils that were only as high as its knees, even Maldas only grew to its chest, with muscles that bulged like iron. The shock it brings is definitely not inferior to Maldas, but the muscles on its body are particularly well-proportioned and coordinated. Compared with it, Maldas is like a stunted deformity.

That's right, the person who appeared in front of me was the blacksmith, the ruler of the entire military camp.

Seeing Maldas opposite, the blacksmith roared like a bull, his eyes red like an enraged bull. The hammer in his right hand was raised high. Then it fell with a "snap", and the few little demons standing in front of it who couldn't dodge were immediately smashed into pulp. Even the floor paved with hard brown boulders was smashed into a small circular pit half a meter deep.

Facing the power of the blacksmith, the little devils surrounding Maldas took a few steps back in obvious fear. Only Maldas still showed off his muscles and provoked the blacksmith without a care.

Name: Maldas; Category: Sinking Demon Clan (Level 4); Strength: Mini-boss level; Introduction: A mutated little devil who has lived in the military camp for a long time. He has high intelligence and a cunning and cruel character. He bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is good at devouring monsters. As a weak monster, he avoided powerful opponents, so he spent hundreds of years in a dark military camp, and no one could find his whereabouts. After hundreds of years of continuous accumulation, he finally successfully evolved into a mini-boss level. It exists and is cunning by nature. Its only shortcoming is that it is particularly concerned about the dominance of the military camp, so the blacksmith has always been a thorn in its side, but it has no choice because it is weaker than the blacksmith.

This is the information he investigated and compiled with Kasha's help after Kane and I later talked about what we saw in the military camp.

In a small hidden corner, my eyes were lingering on the hammer in the blacksmith's right hand and the little devil named Maldas. As for the blacksmith, although his strength was very good, it didn't seem to me the same. It's not a big problem. What I care about is the hammer in its hand and the mutant little devil that suddenly appeared.

At this time, the blacksmith and Maldas were already fucking hard. Although they had seen many disputes between monsters before, they were just ordinary monsters, and they were not as spectacular as the two small bosses in front of them, especially They are two mini-boss-level monsters that also have particularly strong attributes. When they fight, it is shocking. Every collision of weapons can bring out countless dazzling scarlet sparks. The impact seems to tear the air apart, and the raging The strong current even forced me to squint my eyes not far away. Fortunately, there was no dust in the military camp.

"Bang...", "Bump...", "Clang..."...

The harsh sound of weapon collisions continued, and both monsters were working hard. They used almost all their strength with each blow. You used the hammer to break my bones, and I used the big knife to smash your stomach. Punch and kick, hammer and knife, they were fighting head-on. Although there were only two monsters, they gave people a tragic aura like a battlefield with hundreds of yellow sands.

"What a joy..."

There is no doubt that I am definitely trying to make a profit, and it is best to beat both monsters to the point of death.

"Yes, yes, that's it, left hook, right hook, give it a hammer, yes, just chop it there and lift the vaginal foot? This move is cruel enough and worth learning from..."

This was a rare live broadcast, and I was so excited that I sat down on the ground, took out a piece of dried meat, and gnawed on it, muttering in a low voice, how good it would be if there were popcorn and Coke at this time.

After a while, the two monsters were covered in blood. There were several deep wounds on the blacksmith's body, and the shocking flesh and blood were turned out. The joint of Maldas's right leg was smashed to pieces and wanted to heal. It will probably take a while, as there are several dents on the body, and the bones can be vaguely seen.

I have to admire the amazing physical strength and vitality of the two monsters. After being hit so severely, they acted as if nothing happened. Instead, they became more and more happy as the fight continued. In the end, they simply dropped their weapons, and their muscles seemed to burst. The raised arms were tightly held together, competing for strength in the most direct and brutal way.

"It's such a thrilling battle..."

I watched this rare boss battle with bright eyes. I glanced at a certain corner inadvertently and suddenly became stunned.

The blacksmith's hammer, and the "nine-ring sword" with Chinese characteristics thrown by Maldas.

A nine-ringed broadsword is just fine. It seems like a hammer can...

My eyes were rolling, and the fierce fighting on the other side could no longer attract my attention.