Diablo Destruction

"That's right. You should know what the main mission of an adventurer in the first world is, right?"

No matter how thick-skinned the three barbarians were, they still felt embarrassed, so they patiently explained to me.

"The main task of an adventurer in the first world is to survive, gradually become familiar with his own abilities through experience, and master certain basic combat skills. I still know this."

Getting back to the topic, I patted the snow on my body, sat up, and answered.

Adventurers in the first world focus on mastering and proficiency in skills and techniques and accumulating combat experience. Adventurers in the second world begin to study in depth various skills and techniques, optimize and improve skills, and create their own unique combat methods.

Adventurers in the third world have been able to create new skills of their own through a deep understanding of various skills, such as Old Man Farah's unique skill, mixed with ice and thunder magic - the Frozen Arrow Prison.

So strictly speaking, the adventurers in the first world are actually rookies and are still in the stage of exploration. The adventurers in the second world are qualified warriors. As for the third world, those are all special forces. .

"exactly."

Kolik tossed the braid on the back of his head coquettishly and said.

"So, as the last test for all adventurers to defeat Baal and lead to the second world, what do you think our mission is? What exactly is it to be tested?"

"It's a skill!!" I blurted out without thinking.

"So, now you know what the rules of the test are." He moistened his throat and said with a smile.

"Roughly speaking, the three of us will simulate the strength of the strongest adventurer in each adventure team that comes to accept the test, and then based on the strength, we will use it to display the strength that suits this stage. Skill level, to test whether the opponent's skills are up to standard, to put it bluntly, that's what it is."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if the strength is too weak, otherwise, an adventure team of more than ten levels may pass." At the end, Kolik quickly added.

"..."

It turns out that because his blood bear transformation is almost domain-level power, these three people naturally displayed close-to-domain power and combat skills close to domain-level, and the blood bear transformed into a void. He has strength, but his skills are so-so, so let alone one versus three, he will lose miserably even if he fights alone.

It was this trap, a huge conspiracy that Seattle Lake didn't explain to himself at the beginning. He knew that with my character, he would definitely exert strong power to pass the test quickly and then encounter Waterloo, so he smiled so sinisterly.

Damn it, I really shouldn’t be so impatient and blindly confident, thinking that nothing can stop me along the way. If I could have stayed for half a day to inquire when I came to Harrogas, I wouldn’t have fallen into the trap now. .

I feel so depressed! !

"Hahaha, little druid, don't be so discouraged. You can come here alone to accept the test like you. For thousands of years, the number of people we have encountered has not exceeded three figures. You are already amazing."

Seeing me looking limp and weak, Madoc couldn't help but comfort me.

"What about these people? What happened in the end?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I can't remember the specifics, but almost all of them ended in failure. You must have realized just now that the stronger the strength, the more difficult the test is. If you want to deal with three people with similar strength to yourself, at least, In terms of technique, it has to go beyond strength by several stages.”

"Even Tarasha was abused by us when we challenged him for the first time." After Madoc finished speaking, Kerik next to him added a piece of information that shocked me.

It turned out that even this great god had been abused. When I heard this, I felt much better and felt that I was no longer alone.

"Actually, many outstanding people like you will suffer from this situation. The meaning of our existence is to tell you and all adventurers that if you don't think you have the power to absolutely suppress the forces of hell, then, Please go back and hone your skills."

"..."

After pondering for a while, I sighed. Although these three guys have no idea what accommodation is, my current skills are actually pretty good compared to my level, but there is still a huge gap compared to my strength.

However, the rules were not set up for me alone, and of course they will not be broken just because I am alone. What they did is right, and I have no right to complain.

Thinking about it, after comprehending the pseudo-realm, this was the first time that someone suppressed him with his strength. It was inevitable that he would feel frustrated, just like when he was instantly killed by Carlos when he was on the road.

Although I am a lazy person whose goal is to eat and die, even for a person like me, I still don’t want to lose if I can, not to mention that I have already put in so much effort for this.

Forget it, let’s go back and adjust it.

I just looked at the three barbarians. They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh. Then they jumped back onto the high platform and made the posture of looking up to the sky and roaring.

"Boy, don't forget to bring good wine and food next time you come."

Korik said loudly to me. When he said this, his lower body, below his chest, was completely petrified, and the layer of deathly gray was still spreading upwards until it covered his whole body.

As soon as the scenery darkened, the big hole in the sky was once again covered by dark clouds, and the storm and heavy snow started to wreak havoc on the altar again.

He stared blankly at the three barbarian statues that had turned into stone again. The snowstorm was so fierce that in just a moment, a lot of snowflakes accumulated on them.

This is how they stand, day after day, year after year, in the blizzard, silently waiting for the next adventurous team to be tested. After a short battle, they rebuild their sculptures.

This is true for one year, several years, decades, hundreds, and thousands of years.

I couldn't help but recall a few words they said again.

Food, wine, etc., we three old people have been squatting here for thousands of years, can't you be considerate at all...

It’s hard to get out, just say one more thing if you can...

What kind of loneliness and loneliness is carried in that almost rogue tone.

Just like the little ghost, she has been singing hymns for her father under the church for thousands of years, but at least she still has a goal, in order to let her father's soul find a moment of peace.

Where are these three people? They have been watching in the snowstorm for thousands of years. What are they looking forward to in their hearts?

The more powerful a person is, the more he cherishes himself. These three domain-level barbarians are all supremely powerful in the third world. At that time, what kind of determination did they make to be willing to be here, Fengxue? Accompanying loneliness, watching for thousands of years?

In my heart, a feeling of emotion slowly emerged, like a long stream of water. This emotion was so long-lasting and heavy, so heavy that it was like the beliefs of countless barbarians condensed in this altar, making people breathless.

Their postures of raising their heads and roaring no longer seemed so ridiculous to me at this moment, but filled with pride without any regrets.

A feeling of shame emerged leisurely. In front of them, he looked unhappy because he lost. It was as if others were risking their lives for the sake of justice, but he was crying to death because he lost a silver coin. Same.

What is a hero? This is the hero!!

Sure enough, no matter how strong he becomes, his soul integrity and ideological realm are still at the level of a mortal. Compared to these people, they are so small and pitiful.

I occasionally hope that Vilas and their husbands can be a great hero that they can be proud of.

Thinking of this, I became even more powerless, opened the teleportation scroll, and disappeared into the altar with a whoosh.

"Oh, kid, you're back."

Mara was downstairs bandaging the wounded and was very busy. When he saw me coming back, he pulled away and turned around, nodded and smiled.

"Grandma Mara, is there any room upstairs? I want to take a rest."

I reluctantly responded and then asked.

"There are still quite a few wounded, and there are only available rooms on the fourth floor..."

Mara said hesitantly, but she still remembered the other party's firm refusal a few days ago.

"It's okay, just lend me a rest."

I was probably quite stimulated by the three barbarians. I thought that they had stood in the snowstorm for thousands of years and still had no regrets, but I was arrogant for a colder room. I suddenly felt that if I didn't live there for a while, I would have to temper myself. I might not even be able to raise my head in front of Vilas and the others in the future.

In short, if I analyze it simply, I feel ashamed and insignificant now, and I have a masochistic mentality. Although I understand it very well, I just can't control it.

But it will be fine after a little sleep. As I said, time is the best medicine for the soul.

So, when I got up the next day, I tightened my cold body and began to consider moving the nest to the little fox.

If the fluffy fox tail of the little fox is heaven, then the drafty wooden window in front of me is hell to me.

The shame and self-abuse I felt yesterday have long been forgotten. This is the advantage and disadvantage of being an otaku.

The advantage is obvious, that is, you can live a happy life and maintain a refreshing giggle at all times.

The flaw is that he doesn't repent, or is stubborn, and turns around and joins the mighty army of idiots again.

"Hey, Grandma Mala, morning."

I thought I had gotten up early enough, but look, the sun hasn't come out yet.

Unexpectedly, when he went downstairs, Mara had come back carrying a basket full of herbs.

"Don't you want to sleep a little longer? But you seem to be in good spirits." Mara put the basket on the ground with a smile and began to sort the fresh herbs inside.

"The weather is nice today, so I got up early."

I opened the wooden door and took a breath of the biting cold wind blowing in my face. I felt cool all over the 360 ​​pores in my body.

"Yes, the blizzard stopped last night, so everyone can go out hunting with all their energy and stock up on food for the winter."

Mara said with a smile. She had no intention of correcting the error in the other person's words. It was already approaching noon.

There was a sudden and strange silence in the atmosphere for a while, before Mara spoke first.

"Have you experienced the test on the mountain top?"

"After experiencing it, I was brushed back there." I stretched.

"Is it because Akara didn't tell you?" Mara sighed.

"How should I put it? It seems there is, but it seems there isn't."

I replied in a subtle tone. Anyway, Akara would definitely have a good reason to convince me, but Seattle Knasi definitely wanted to see my joke, and he would have to look for opportunities to get back on his feet in the future.

"No strong person's path is smooth sailing. No matter how talented he is, if you can truly understand this sentence, you won't blame Akala."

Mara chuckled.

"I can roughly understand it."

If it hadn't been for what Korik had told me, and people like Tarasha had suffered a disaster in front of them, I would probably still be a little aggrieved.

"However, this kid Akara does like to play pranks."

"What? Akara likes to play pranks, Granny Mala, how about you tell me about it?"

I immediately came to my senses, and the soul of gossip ignited. Could it be that Akara, who had always been an inscrutable old fox in my eyes, also had an unknown side.

"Isn't that right? When I was young, this child loved to play tricks on others. Together with Raphael, we would make the camp a mess from time to time. Even I was teased by her several times, so don't look at it. She looks wise and calm now, but maybe she is still the same as before in her heart."

Speaking of the past, Mara also stopped what he was doing and murmured, his face full of vicissitudes of memory.

"Time flies so fast. At that time, Akara was still a clever little girl in her teens, gentle and quiet, but people who knew her knew that she was actually very naughty, but Raphael was already famous in the mainland. Luo Ge, a singer and dancer, was even known as the most beautiful woman in the mainland, but she still grew up differently and was instigated by Akara to cause chaos everywhere..."

So it took several hours to listen to this. Judging from Mara's appearance, Akara's deeds as a child might not be finished for three to five days.

However, I didn’t expect that Akara, who had always been smart, steady and strict in her mind, would have such a childhood, and that the famous Princess Raphael of the Hundred Tribes, whom she had never met, Linya’s grandmother, also understood A lot.

What an eye-opener.

However, these words cannot be spread, otherwise that old fox in Akala may still torture me. Even if I meet Raphael in the future, it will be difficult to explain. After all, she is Linya’s grandmother and my own mother-in-law. What Mara just said is probably an old fox at the same level as Akara.

After talking enthusiastically for a long time, Mara's mouth was probably a little dry, so he stopped talking and asked.

"I've also heard about Lena. My child, what are your plans now?"

"I don't have any plans. Let's try another challenge." I shrugged and replied.

In fact, as long as I understand the rules clearly, this level is like child's play to me.

I can not transform at all and use the strength of a level 40 druid to deal with them. In this way, they can only use the strength and skills of a level 40 adventurer to deal with me.

Of course, if it's just this, it's not enough. Although my current skills are much higher than those of ordinary level 40 adventurers, it's still impossible to deal with three of them at the same time.

But don't forget, I also have Xiaoxue and Poisonous Flower Vine. Any one of them can easily defeat four or five of me who haven't transformed.

This way, things become simpler.

However, after thinking about it for a while, I still decided not to use this rogue method to get through.

Although my heart is no longer as entangled and self-flagellating as yesterday, my admiration for these three guardians has always made me have the idea of ​​​​relying on my own strength to obtain their approval in an upright manner.

Because I admire them, I hope they can affirm their own strength.

It doesn't rely on summoning pets, and of course, blood bear transformation is even less effective. Just like yesterday, it is simply an act of giving food to others.

Apart from these two, I have another option, which is the Moon Wolf transformation.

The Moon Wolf Transformation is now only the strength of the peak state of mind, and is still one step away from the pseudo-realm. This means that if I use the Moon Wolf Transformation to fight them, then they can only use the strength of the peak state of mind. Strength and skill to cope.

With the speed and skill of Moon Wolf's transformation, as well as the results achieved during Carlos' torture training during this period, I am confident that I can easily handle three of them, or even twice as many.

Seeing my confident look, Mara smiled and nodded.

"It's good to have confidence. Seeing the way you came back yesterday, I was really afraid that you wouldn't be able to cheer up for a while."

"There is still some time today. I will go out for a walk and buy some things."

Thinking that there was not much food left by Veras for herself, and that it would not be enough to feed the three big eaters next time, I decided to go shopping.

"etc……"

When I opened the door, Mara stopped me, with a look of dumbfounding on his face.

She pointed to the door: "You probably got the time wrong. It's completely dark now."

Looking back, sure enough, there were several big stars hanging above our heads.

"How about staying here for one more night." Mara suggested.

"Uh, um... I have something else to do, so I need to take a step first."

After the masochistic mentality was over, I was no longer interested in the cold and windy room on the fourth floor.

Staring at the other party leaving in stunned silence, Marana shook his head: "This kid..."

Sure enough, there is no quilt in the world that is more comfortable than the big tail of the little fox, and no Simmons velvet can compare with it.

The fox soldiers who were keeping watch at night probably didn't expect that there would be guests at such a late hour, so I managed to slip out of the teleportation array without any risk.

Covering my face tightly, I quietly lurked toward the little fox's tent. If anyone else saw me dressed like this at this time, I would definitely lose the title of Flower Picker.

I don’t know if those fox youths last time let down their guard.

I heard it clearly. There was a guy who had memorized my scent. If he continued to show off, he might be ambushed by random sticks somewhere, and then his skin would be peeled off to make the human skin flag.

So, when I approached the little fox tent, I paid a lot of attention, and sure enough, I heard several soft breathings and several hidden spots near the ambush.

Humph, that’s so sweet. Do you want to catch me like this?

However, these guys are really scary. Nearly half a month has passed since that incident. Could it be that during this period, they braved the cold wind every day and ambush here?

All I can say is that this little coquettish fox is indeed a nuisance. It seems that he made the right decision to take her in. Otherwise, there may be many good men who would be troubled by this little vixen.

Sacrificing oneself to bring happiness to millions of men is such a noble virtue.

After locking in the location where the fox men were lurking, I made some calculations in my mind.

The location where the little fox is located is surrounded by mountains on three sides and can only be broken through from the front. It is of the type "easy to defend but difficult to attack".

If it were just like this, with his speed, he would still be able to pass by these people without anyone noticing.

The problem is, there is a fox man who said that he has remembered his own smell. If he is inside, the smell will remain even if a person passes by. The fox man's nose is very sharp and is more sensitive than a dog.

Although it is a bit troublesome, the only way to break through is from the air.

Quietly transforming into a moon wolf, in the dark night, a white ghostly figure silently sprang up from a distance, reaching a thousand meters in the cold sky.

Adjusting the angle, if it lands directly on top of the ambush fox men, it will be great fun.

In mid-air, I quickly twisted my body and landed in the direction of the little fox's tent.

"Whoosh——"

"Brother Shax, have you heard any strange noises?"

A young fox man lurking in the snow suddenly shook his ears and asked the fox man next to him tremblingly.

"Maybe it's the wind, it's a bit windy tonight."

The fox man opposite looked up at the night sky and replied, not knowing at all that the fox man saint they had been guarding day and night for the past half month, the goddess in their hearts, was now in the arms of another man.

"Your vigilance is too weak."

I got into the warm and fragrant bed, held the hazy little fox in my arms, and kissed her on the forehead, I immediately complained.

"What if another man gets in?"

"Hmph, big bad guy, you think that if I hadn't asked about your smell from so far away, I would have killed you with a knife."

The sleepy little fox exuded endless charm in her lazy posture, but she quickly pulled out the assassin wrist blade from under the quilt and kept shaking it towards herself, which made my hair stand on end.

This little fox is very defensive.