Diablo Destruction

Under the leadership of the familiar Oscar, we went to the private room of the Bloody Mary Bar. This guy even explored the place for a long time, and no one was as professional as him in spying.

After confirming that there was indeed no one, he used his great summoning technique.

"Latin, Xiao Ding, Ding Ding..."

With a "swish" sound, Latin, who was the stalking demon of Feeney, responded to the call and appeared in front of us, and pierced Oscar's butt with the dagger without hesitation.

"Meow~~"

This poor little thing, Feeney, had already dived under the table when Oscar had just started to inhale and gather his strength, preparing to cast the Great Summoning Technique.

Hey, hey, don’t get under my feet, do I look like such a secure man? Asshole! Still hug him? I kick!

"Latin, you stay at the door and don't let anyone hear us."

Oscar greeted Latin mysteriously. This assassin was still so cool. He glanced at the shaking table with disappointment, then strode out the door and closed the door with a "bump". I can even imagine him half-leaning on it. Outside the door, he was wiping his weapon while warning the approaching ones with half-lidded cold eyes. He was definitely a handsome and cold-hearted guy who could make girls from his original world scream.

By the way, even though I am both a man, I have to admit that Latin does have the potential to be a diamond king, and he is also infatuated. If Fini... ahem, God is my witness, I didn't say anything...

"First, let's introduce ourselves again."

After everyone was seated, Linya and I stood up first, and Fini also got up from under the table...

"I, Druid Wu Fan, am also one of the elders of the Adventurer Alliance. I was sent by the Great Elder of Akara to discuss with the dwarves..."

In the shocked eyes of the three Oscars, I continued to hold Linya's little hand next to me.

"She is Linya, Linya, Edward, Springfield, and her grandmother is Lord Raphael. I don't need to introduce her further."

Oscar and the others' eyes had become dull.

What interests me is that I have been secretly watching the expression of the dwarf prince Tualatin. After hearing my identity, his expression did not change. On the contrary, it was Linya's identity that made him look surprised.

Sure enough, Raphael's status in the hearts of the dwarves is far higher than that of the elders of the alliance.

"Brother Wu Fan, are you kidding?"

Oscar looked at me like a monster, his eyes kept scanning my body. I think if he hadn't been weak and afraid of being knocked away by me, he would probably have come forward and touched me to see if I was a thousand-year-old monster turned into the ground.

Alliance elder, maybe for me. It's just a burden, no different from the title of "vegetable farmer" hanging on the old man selling vegetables on the street, but in the eyes of other adventurers, it is still quite mysterious. This is all thanks to the actor-level standards of Akara and others.

Look, when I first came to Rogge Camp, they all behaved very seriously (except for the old drunkard), but later on their true colors were revealed (the old drunkard became even worse).

"yawn--"

A huge sneeze sounded above the camp training ground.

"You...are you really an alliance elder?"

For these adventurers who belong to the alliance, once they bear the title of elder, their identity immediately becomes different at this moment. Even the carefree Oscar showed a slightly restrained expression, let alone the two followers behind him.

"I think we'd better leave first."

After thinking about it, Oscar said cautiously, after all, it seems that I am negotiating something important with the dwarves on behalf of the alliance. It seems inappropriate for them, an ordinary alliance job changer, to stay. I have to say that Akara and the others performed well. Among other adventurers, the alliance elders are still superior.

"There's no need to be so polite. This isn't like your Oscar character. Besides, it's not a big secret this time." I glanced at Oscar with a smile, and then turned my eyes to Tualatin.

Ever since he showed a hint of surprise when he learned Linya's identity, his eyes had never changed. He looked like a troublesome person. Also, how could a prince of a dignified clan be a fool? The bigger the fish is, the harder it will be to bring it ashore.

"Do you, the Adventurer Alliance, want to come to discuss alliance matters with us?"

Tualatin downed a glass of fruit wine and said in a loud voice. His face was still red, but his eyes were extremely clear, and there was no hint of drunkenness from before.

"Yes, we hope to meet your father, but before that, we must first find your dwarf royal city."

"The dwarf royal city of our clan cannot be revealed to you humans so easily." Tualatin rubbed his red wine-stained nose and shook his head.

"However, if she is Lord Raphael's granddaughter, it will be different. The old man in my family... ahem, my father, has always been thinking about Lord Raphael."

Ear? Is it my imagination? It seems that Tualatin just said something that shouldn't be said in a very subtle tone.

"However, according to the ancestral teachings, I cannot easily reveal the location of the Dwarf King's City to you. It's really troublesome."

Tualatin said in a tone that seemed distressed, but there was no trouble in his eyes at all. Instead, he revealed a sly look. The smug look was too obvious, even for a slow-responsive person like me. You can see it too.

"So, Your Highness, what should we do to get the qualification to go to the Dwarf King's City? This alliance is of great importance. I am just a little elder. I hope Your Highness will not ask too difficult questions."

I sighed in my heart and said this. Sure enough, I still can't avoid the protagonist's tragic fate of turning nothing into a trivial matter and turning a trivial matter into a big one. Looking at Tualatin's face, you can tell that he probably already has a plan in his heart, but at this level, he It is impossible to get the location of the dwarf king's city.

However, I also reminded him of the language. Business is important, don't be too ridiculous in everything. I am an elder of the alliance, and my status in the human world is no lower than that of you, the prince.

"Your Highness, please call me Tualatin or Lao Tu. It's awkward."

Tualatin trembled exaggeratedly, as if he was extremely disgusted by His Highness's address. This is just to my taste, and it feels awkward for me to scream.

"Don't worry, human. I, Tualatin, am not the kind of person without grace. But according to the clan rules, dwarves are absolutely not allowed to reveal the location of the royal city to humans. Even the granddaughter of Sir Raphael, my family... ahem. Father. King, I don’t know if you’ll mind, I have to have an explanation.”

Tualatin kept shaking his head, and he drank all the jar of fruit wine by himself. According to legend, all dwarves are drunkards. It really lives up to its reputation.

"Then what can you do?"

This guy obviously already had the answer in his mind, but he still wanted to whet my appetite and bit his teeth itchingly. I tried my best to smile, thinking that if this guy dared to continue hanging, I would buy him another glass of milk juice... No, it was pure milk for babies! !

"This is easy to handle, I already have a plan."

Tualatin probably saw my impatience and clapped his hands very wisely.

"I have heard a lot about your name in the Demon Fortress these days. If you really have such strength, my method will not be difficult for you. As long as you prove that you have the courage and courage of a dwarf warrior. With my strength, and Sir Raphael’s name, my father will have no excuse to blame me.”

Is it another test of strength? I was not afraid of this, my brows widened, and I thought carefully about what he said. "Is there an excuse" to blame me? Could it be that the dwarf king named Muradin likes to find excuses to slander his own son?

This... is really a wonderful father-son relationship...

"Tell me, how can I prove myself?"

"Okay. I, Tualatin, like humans who speak cheerfully. I don't know if you have heard of it. Deep in the Plains of Despair, there is a cave connected to the gate of hell..."

Muradin used an exciting tone, as if he was telling a magnificent epic. However, the three Oscars on the side suddenly showed strange expressions, as if they were holding back something, and then they were secretly kicked by Tualatin. One kick.

Of course, I was so focused on what Tualatin was saying that I didn't see this rather bizarre scene.

"According to legend..."

When he said this, Tualatin suddenly showed a mysterious look, put his mouth to my ear, and kept his voice as low as possible.

"There, in the deepest part of the cave, there is a peerless artifact hidden."

"What……?"

My eyes widened immediately, divine weapon, divine weapon, did I hear it right? !

"Shh, keep your voice down, not many people know this secret." Tualatin immediately covered my mouth with his hand, his expression full of solemnity.

"You're just kidding. If there really was an artifact there, wouldn't someone have gotten it early?" Even if I were an idiot who was easily fooled, I could still find the loopholes in Tualatin's words.

"What do you think..."

The dwarf prince showed disdain, as if he knew you would say this.

"This artifact was created by an outstanding master of our dwarf tribe who spent his whole life working hard. He placed the artifact in the deepest part of the cave and hid it with a mechanism, claiming that only the bravest, most powerful, and Only warriors who are destined to get this artifact can obtain it. If you think about it, it is not difficult for a master who can create an artifact to do this."

I nodded. Indeed, I can even make artifacts, so it is definitely not difficult to make a mechanism to stop everyone. However, why does this story always sound like a fairy novel in it? Destined person? That's a word reserved for the protagonist.

"So, over the years, even if a few people knew the news and went to try their luck in the cave, they only came back with nothing. Until now, the artifact is still there, waiting for those who are destined to explore it."

"Lao Tu, have you been there? What's the environment like there?"

I looked at Tualatin with sharp eyes, trying to find a trace of panic in his eyes, because if this news was true, he must have also looked for the artifact, and no one would be unmoved.

"I went, of course I did. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have this fate." Tualatin said calmly without any change in his eyes.

"Not only me, but Oscar and the others have also been there."

I turned my surprised eyes to the three Oscars, and saw them nodding their heads desperately as if they were trying to hide their expressions.

"I swear to Bulcaisu, we have indeed been to that cave and searched for the artifact."

Oscar said confidently, with an extremely sincere smile on his face. A mouth of white teeth is even more sparkling.

I nodded and believed a little. As long as I mentioned the name of Bulcaisuo, I could still believe what the barbarian said no matter how bragging he usually was.

"I also swear to the ancestors of the dwarves that there are indeed artifacts buried there." Seeing Oscar say this, Tualatin seemed not to be left behind, raising the banner in the name of his ancestors.

"Okay. I believe you are."

Seeing both of them swearing solemnly, how could I have any doubts? Although there was a vague feeling that something was wrong, this feeling came from the weird looks on the two followers behind Oscar who were not very good at lying.

"But. If I am not the destined person, what should I use to prove myself?"

"Don't worry about this. Wait for me for two days and I will make something. By then, even if you are not the destined person, you will naturally have a way to prove that you have reached the deepest part of the cave. As long as you can get there, you will be a recognized warrior of the dwarves. ”

When it comes to this, I can only nod in agreement. Looking at their expressions, I always feel that there must be something evil inside. But I couldn't find the loophole. Both of them proved their words with the most convincing oaths, and it couldn't be false.

In other words, there is indeed this cave and this artifact.

Thinking of the artifact, my heart suddenly boiled. I have seen one of Tarasha's artifact sets. The attributes are so powerful that nothing can be said about them. It's no worse than my bug amulet. I don't know about the artifact in that cave. What attributes will it be?

Of course, as long as it is combined with the word "artifact", the required level or attributes will not be low. The reason why my bug body protection is qualified to be called an artifact is because it has no level requirements. Think about it, if the bug amulet cannot be worn until level 80 or above, then its value will at least drop a lot, and it can only be regarded as a second-rate artifact at best.

Since Linya didn't like the atmosphere in the bar, we agreed on a time and place to meet two days later, and then we left the bar. Oscar also fed the alcohol worm in his stomach and happened to follow me along the way, for fear that if I left, , and was teased by those little brats again.

"Is what you and Tualatin said true? Are there really artifacts there?"

Along the way, I still asked again worriedly. I had no choice but to count the days after I came to Darkness. It seemed that I had been deceived by the people here hundreds of times. Aren’t all the people in the other world in the novel supposed to be mentally retarded? , did you let the protagonist fool you? Why did you change when you came to me?

"Hehe, of course it's true. I swore to Bulcasso, how can it be false?" As soon as he heard me mention this, Oscar seemed to have forgotten my identity as an elder and replied with a playful smile.

"Not to mention that I don't believe your oath, I always feel like there seems to be something in it..."

I was about to challenge the two followers behind Oscar to see if I could get anything out of them, but suddenly there was a sound of children playing not far away, which made me look over curiously.

A large group of children under the age of ten were playing around a black-robed mage, with the most sincere smiles on their faces.

What surprised me the most was that the black-robed mage, vaguely surrounded by a cold death aura, with a skeletal skeleton beside him, turned out to be a necromancer?

The Necromancer has always been a representative of cruelty, coldness and gloom. Although it is also part of the seven professions, not many students are willing to switch to the Necromancer profession, not only because they have to deal with skeletons all day long and are not liked by others. , the most important thing is that the Necromancer is a relatively technical job.

The undead summons they summoned do not have life and self-awareness like the druid's pets, and can make corresponding actions according to the owner's orders. Each of the undead summons summoned by the necromancer requires them to separate themselves. part of your mind to control.

As the summoning level increases, the more undead summons are summoned, and the more spirits they have to control, while also paying attention to the situation on the battlefield. One can imagine the technology and difficulty involved.

Therefore, there are very few students who transfer to the necromancer profession. Among them, either they cannot bear the pain of schizophrenia and die in the later stage, or they are genius masters.

But no matter what kind of necromancers they are, they all have one common characteristic. They have a cold and withdrawn personality, and there is a sinister aura lingering around their bodies. The smell of corpses emanating from their bones seems to never be washed away. Ordinary people It's creepy when seen from a distance. Except for his teammates, not many people are willing to deal with the Necromancer.

So it is not difficult to understand why I am surprised now. The Necromancer, who represents the cold, cruel and lonely person, actually plays with children? This kind of scene is just like the Sinking Devil inviting humans to have a meal together. It makes people scratch their heads and at the same time, they feel secretly wary.

However, after observing the Necromancer in front of me for a few times, I showed an expression of admiration. His technique of manipulating skeletons has reached a state of perfection. To put it bluntly, even the Necromancer of the second world, It won't be better than him.

The skeleton following him didn't feel sluggish in its movements at all. It was like a part of the Necromancer's body. It followed his movements, either walking or jumping. The skeleton's face would "giggle" from time to time and make various gestures. All of them looked a little scary, but they also had funny movements, making the children surrounding them burst into laughter.

"who is he?"

I turned my head slightly and glanced at Oscar.

"Rhodes, Necromancer Rhodes..."

Oscar's tone shocked me, because there was no longer the usual boldness or laughter in his tone, instead it was replaced by a deep and heavy sadness. Together with the other two adventurers behind him, they created a An atmosphere that makes people feel extremely heavy.

It seemed like he asked some questions that he shouldn't have asked.

"But... his skills in manipulating skeletons are very good. I guess the necromancers in the second world are only at this level." In order to break the heavy atmosphere, I laughed and said.

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the atmosphere became more solemn, making people almost breathless.

"Of course……"

Oscar was silent, as if he didn't want to touch on this topic that was inconsistent with his personality. At this time, the druid behind him spoke first, and then the paladin next to him lowered his head sadly and continued.

"Because that skeleton is his wife."

"Hiss——"

I was suddenly stunned, and Linya behind me took a deep breath, covered her mouth in disbelief, and stared blankly at the backs of the Necromancer and the Skeleton. Among their various funny actions, there was also the child. What kind of sad story is hidden under their innocent and bright smiles?