Diablo Destruction

"However, that Amazon's strength is really good. He has pseudo-realm strength at a young age, and his skills are even more superb. Even Tarasha back then is not as good as fear."

Talik, who seemed calm, replied in a low voice while eating.

"There should be a little gap."

Madoc, who seemed attentive, confirmed Tarik's words.

Only then did I remember that these three people were the "examiners" of Tarasha a thousand years ago, which seemed a bit unreal.

"If you are half as good as Amazon, you will pass." Korik patted me on the shoulder and said.

"Hehe, I guess I won't disappoint you."

I laughed. Although I admire Sister Sharna, it is impossible to say that I am not confident that I am half as strong as her.

"By the way, don't just sit there, you can eat too. You will have to fight later. Only when you are full can you have strength." Maddock handed me a fragrant smoked chicken leg.

"Oh, okay, I'm not welcome then."

I took the chicken leg and ate it. Vilas’s cooking skills were excellent. The other three people also agreed, claiming that it was a rare delicacy that has been rare in thousands of years.

"Want a drink?"

Talik asked as he took out a cup from somewhere and handed it to me.

"No... no need."

I shook my head while eating.

"That's good. You humans are not like us barbarians. The more you drink, the stronger you become." Tarik nodded and poured a glass for Korik and Maddock. The three of them drank one glass at a time. .

In fact, the main reason is that I don't have the confidence that if I jump from here on a whim after being drunk, I will die unjustly.

Once, an old alcoholic, an expert on alcohol, commented in an unquestioning tone that Sister Sharna and I were the worst people she had ever encountered in her decades of drinking. All can be made.

From this point of view, the two of us are very much in sync with each other like siblings.

Especially Sister Sharna and I have strong destructive power. Therefore, Akara has long issued a ban, prohibiting the camp bar from giving me alcohol with a higher concentration. As for Sister Sharna, her treatment is What's worse, Akara's original words are - tea instead of wine, no, even the alcohol smell permeating the bar must be opened for ventilation and dissipated.

Fortunately, Sister Sharna has not contracted the bad taste of an old drunkard. She almost doesn't drink alcohol at all if there is no reason.

As for the old drunkard's evaluation, I am not convinced, because after I got drunk, I actually can't remember exactly what happened. However, I have seen Sister Sharna's appearance after being drunk, and I can probably guess that I am a drunkard. What kind of virtue is that?

Therefore, after getting drunk, I can probably jump from the top of a mountain tens of thousands of meters high...

While eating and drinking, I asked the trio for some information about Sister Sharna, but in the end I realized that these three people didn't actually know much.

"We had just appeared, and the little girl came over with a spear. That was so cruel." Kolik once again showed off his funny expression of "People nowadays don't respect the old and care for the young."

"Strong strength, especially skills." Madoc, who seemed to be attentive, summed it up in one sentence.

"It's perfect, but a little too thin and has no muscles."

Talik, who had a stubborn head, probably felt that he had to repay me for this feast. He thought about it, his face turned red, and he finally managed to say a comment.

"..."

If Sister Sharna's figure was according to your barbarian aesthetics, it would be called terrifying.

The three of them told me some interesting anecdotes. Although they have been staying on the top of Mount Arreat, they have lived for thousands of years. Their age is almost catching up with the little ghosts, and the things in their minds are naturally different. At first, I listened to it with great interest, and almost forgot about the battle later.

By the way, since when did a test become a picnic?

"Yawn~~"

The little ghost far away in the camp sneezed cutely and fell asleep soundly in his dark little room. His slightly glowing holy body, covered by a simple white robe, floated in the air, just like a human being without gravity. It's like outer space, gurgling and unconsciously turning.

It can be clearly seen that when her body turns to a certain position, the unconcealed beauty inside leaks out - this little saint is not wearing underwear again.

"Ah wuwu~~Xiaofan~~wuwu~~"

As she murmured in her sleep, she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, curled up her body tightly into a ball, and fell into a deeper sleep. Her body was gurgling and spinning, as if it was going to the end of the universe.

Soon, there were only cleanly chewed bones left on the snow. Talik drank the last sip of wine, then buried the food remnants in the snow, rolled them into a snowball, and threw them to the bottom of the cliff with a slight lift of his hand. , this set of continuous movements is extremely skillful.

"Boy, next is the sideshow. I hope you won't disappoint us."

Korik patted his belly in an inconspicuous manner and picked his teeth with a toothpick he found from nowhere.

"We won't be merciful because of this food. We might as well say that we hope you can lose and bring some delicious food next time." Madoc drank a few kilograms of old wine and spoke in a carefree manner.

"You know all the rules, right?" Talik, who had drunk the most but his expression didn't change at all, asked concisely.

rule? What other rules are there? It’s just talking with your fists. I nodded in agreement.

By the way, as a digression from the previous topic, Tarik's drinking capacity should be at the level of an old drunkard.

"Okay, are you two ready?"

The toothpick flew out with a graceful flick. A small toothpick was ejected by Kelik under the cliff several kilometers away. From this point alone, it can be seen that this big man definitely has delicate skills that are inconsistent with his size. .

"You've been asking this question for thousands of years, do you think it's annoying?"

Madoc looked at Kolik with a dark face, feeling that this guy was trying to discredit the intelligence of the barbarians.

"It's hard to get out. Just say one more thing if you can."

Korik sighed with some regret, and then suddenly yelled, which startled me, thinking that they were going to launch a sneak attack.

As a result, these three people improved a lot and jumped back onto the high platform where they were standing. They raised their heads and roared in the same way as before, which seemed a bit 9 to me.

"What are you doing?" I raised my head speechlessly and glanced at the three pretentious barbarians.

"No way, there are rules." Tarik's words were still so concise.

"Boy, tell me quickly when you're ready. I've been doing this pose for thousands of years, and I don't want to do it for one more second." Korik glared at me.

"..."

Can't complain at all.

But it’s good. This way, I can give my best effort without any worries.

Bear transformation!

Blood bear transformation! !

Pseudo realm, start! ! !

"I'm ready, you three come here." In the blood-red world, I waved to the three barbarians who were originally condescending but were now being looked down upon by me.

"really……"

"Same as that female Amazon..."

"Another pseudo-field master..."

"In the past few decades, it seems that there have been quite a few remarkable people..."

"It's a pity that our barbarian race only has one..."

"It seems that the Adventurers Alliance has really risen..."

After a brief moment of surprise, the three barbarians continued talking, their eyes revealing a crazy fighting spirit. This is the nature of the barbarians, a fighting race hidden in their careless personalities! !

Hey, I thought they would be more surprised, probably because Sister Sharna's previous stimulation has made them immune, but it doesn't matter what happens to this kind of thing.

Defeat them, and then use this momentum to kill Baal in one go! !

"I didn't expect that Druid would have this form..."

"It's an eye-opener..."

"However, this form is not very good..."

The three of them were still talking to each other in turn, and there was a sense of relaxation in their ferocious eyes that did not conceal their fighting spirit, which made me feel terrified.

This battle does not seem to be as simple as I imagined.

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you know the rules of the test and what exactly is being tested here?" Korik asked with a malicious smile.

I felt something bad in my heart, and for some reason, Seattle's weird laughter when he left suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Then, let us tell you what the rules are here. I hope you won't disappoint us."

Seeing me shaking my head, Korik suddenly grinned with shiny, beast-like sharp teeth.

The next moment, a strong aura erupted from the three barbarians.

Rumble, rumble, rumble......

The entire Arreat Mountain seemed to begin to shake, and the energy in the three people continued to surge faster and faster, as if it was endless.

If you were wearing a combat value detector on your ear, you would have been sending out alarms continuously at this time. The enemy's combat power has leapt from a few thousand to hundreds of thousands and continues to increase crazily at a faster rate. , the data turned blood red, and there was a "bong" sound, exploding because it exceeded the detection limit.

Speaking of which, I am indeed a calm emperor even though I am still in the mood to complain at this time.

It wasn't until the "eggshells" erupting from the three barbarians expanded to the same size as my blood-red pseudo-domain that the energy aura raging on the altar calmed down, and the soles of my feet stopped vibrating one after another.

At this point, I was firmly surrounded by three areas, denser than a hot dog sandwiched between two slices of bread.

Moreover, the energy emitted by each pseudo-realm is as powerful as mine, exactly the same, no more, and absolutely no less.

In terms of pure energy, in fact, my pseudo-domain has reached the domain level, but this is a special situation for me, and the fact that three barbarians can do it can only explain one thing.

These three guys...are all domain-level masters! ! ! !

"that……"

I was about to say something, but they didn't give me a chance. Talik, holding a sword and shield in his hand, opened his mouth and said three barbarian voices, rising and falling with a strange rhythm, one sound after another, the barbarian who originally showed the greatest flaw Three throats were released by Tarik in about half a second.

Maybe there are still people who don’t understand this. For example, during the battle with Carlos, Seatik had to jump to an altitude of more than a thousand meters before he dared to use the Barbarian Three Throats with peace of mind. The time it took for him to release it , it takes about five seconds.

Five seconds and half a second, for a pseudo-domain level master, if the barbarian's big mouth is exaggerated and exaggerated, he can say this to others - give me these four and a half seconds Time, I can kill you a hundred times! !

It can be seen that, if nothing else, in terms of shouting skills alone, Talik is several times better than Seattle.

This is also true. The three barbarians are proficient in the three types of barbarian skills. Talik, who is good at defense, is a shouting type, and Madoc, who can use two weapons, is a combat skill type.

And Kolik, who is holding a terrifying heavy ax in both hands, is undoubtedly the last type, the combat expert type.

Of course, even though you say this, you can't misunderstand that they only know the ten skills of this series. They are upright barbarians who master three series of skills. Talik is proficient in the shouting series. On a whim, he suddenly used Don't be surprised if a two-handed throw from the Combat Skill Department knocks you over.

The three people who received the blessing of the barbarian's three throats immediately felt as if they had taken aphrodisiacs. The three pseudo-domains sandwiched between themselves like candy canes shone brightly, and there was a force that wanted to crush their blood-red pseudo-domains. momentum.

Madoc, holding a sword in one hand and an ax in the other, roared, and his body whirled. A huge tornado suddenly appeared on the originally calm altar. The power was vaguely similar to Seattle's super tornado.

Korik seemed to be the most nervous and carefree of the three barbarians, but what was surprising was that his fighting style was the most delicate among the three.

Because he is proficient in the combat expert system, which has ten skills, including long sword control, ax control, mace control, long stick control, throwing control, spear control, increased endurance, acceleration, and iron cloth shirt. , natural resistance.

These ten skills are all passive skills. If Madoc's path is to develop the power of skills to the extreme, then the path taken by Kolik is to develop his own potential to the maximum extent. After practicing to the end, it is quite a bit like grass and trees are both swords. realm.

Therefore, what Kolik is best at is naturally close combat. He has an extremely strengthened body that is as hard as iron and as fast as a gust of wind. He also possesses all kinds of martial arts skills. Often at the previous moment, he would be holding an ax to chop you. Next, it was replaced by a long sword thrust.

Although the moves are all normal attacks and there are no gorgeous skills, among the three, Kolik is the best interpreter of the title of the Barbarian King of Melee Combat. I have never seen moves and movements so smooth. An attack with such violent and varied methods.

Just think of Sister Sharna's attack, which is like the water of the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens. It is unstoppable and endless. It can be said that Kolik's fighting skills are not inferior to his sister's in any way. This is because Kolik does not hide his clumsiness.

After all, he is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. For thousands of years, everyone who wants to pass the first world adventurer team must accept their test, so it is natural to have this level.

When I was comforting myself like this in my heart, one minute after the battle started, I had been beaten back to my original shape. My armor was in tatters and I was lying face-down on the snow, like a dead person, surrounded by There were three barbarians standing around watching forcefully.

In the hands of three barbarians who had the same strength as him and whose skills reached the level of Sharna's sister, he was knocked down gorgeously before he could shout "For Lena, break out, my little universe".

This is natural. The biggest advantage of my blood bear transformation is to defeat the enemy with strength. When the enemy's strength is similar to my own, my skills are hundreds of times higher than my own, and my number is three times as many as my own, I will lose this fight. It is not unfair.

"Hey, kid, are you still alive?"

Korik turned his spear that had just given me the last blow, turned it upside down, stabbed my head with the tip of the spear like an old drunkard, and asked.

"Leave me alone, I'm thinking."

I slapped away the spear that kept harassing me, buried my face in the snow, and said angrily.

"If there's anything you can't figure out, tell me."

A moment ago, Korik, who was greeting him with a ruthless giant hammer, sword, axe, and sharp spear, now acted like a life mentor.

"I think it's different. Why can other adventure teams pass the test?!!"

I raised my head suddenly and stared at Kolik hard and asked.

Could it be that I was wrong all along and was fooled by everyone? In fact, adventurers in the first world generally have pseudo-domain level strength, skills like Sister Sharna, but they hide them deeply, and then look at themselves like monkeys, jumping up and down and jumping around?

"That's why I asked at the beginning, do you know the rules of this test?" Korik said as he scratched his bald forehead.

"Rules, what other rules are there, other than defeating you? I don't believe there are adventurers from the first world who can defeat you!!"

"It's true. Adventurers from the first world can't possibly defeat us, so there are rules."

Madoc on the other side squatted down and said to me close to his face.

"What rules?"

At this time, I realized that I was not being fooled by the adventurers, nor by these three old guys, but by Seatlek, and my own impatience and arrogance.