Diablo Destruction

Baal's high explosion rate is indeed good, but even so, the probability of appearing dark gold, based on the explosion rate of ordinary adventurers, is only two to three tenths.

In addition, the dark gold equipment that was revealed is generally used by adventure teams and will not be sold. As a result, the chance of appearing on the trading market is even smaller.

Therefore, even the top adventurer team here, that... ahem, the Hanbag team, are also greedy, not to mention these elites and even ordinary adventure teams.

The last reason is because this dark gold giant battle longbow is a giant battle longbow and is dark gold level. So, there is only one kind. In an instant, these all belong to experienced adventurers, and they will immediately The attributes of this dark gold giant war longbow emerged in my mind.

Then, there was another breath of air--exploding bark. Giant battle longbow! This thing is the best.

The moment the dark gold longbow appeared, the adventurer's eyes suddenly became intense, but then dimmed again.

Originally, they thought it was at most a piece of golden equipment. In this case, they might still be qualified to negotiate the price.

But it turned out to be this dark gold giant war longbow, which was different. It instantly wiped out the hopes of most adventurers. Even a fool knows that this kind of dark gold goods cannot be sold for money. It is definitely barter. The problem is Do you have any unique gold equipment on hand that can be exchanged for it?

Maybe some of the elite adventure teams present might have one, but whether it's worth changing is another matter.

Therefore, after the dark gold giant war longbow appeared, the scene became silent. Everyone stood aside, saying that they did not want or were unable to compete, and then crossed their arms and looked at the dark gold giant war longbow with the mentality of watching the excitement. The final ownership of the bow depends on who owns the flower.

As expected, I am not a qualified businessman yet.

Seeing that I took out the dark gold giant war longbow, but it had the opposite effect, I felt very depressed.

Originally there were several pieces of blue equipment on it, and it seemed that several teams were interested. But when the dark gold bow came out, it was good. They were not in a hurry to buy it, and just stood aside and watched the excitement.

It would be great if I could summon a little fox with a max merchant level at this time.

Looking at the onlookers, I thought about the solution. It was impossible to take the dark gold bow back at this time. It would definitely arouse the anger of the onlookers who were waiting to watch the excitement. So, let's try adding weights on the other side. .

So, under the speechless or even dull gazes of all the adventurers, I pretended to dig through my belly bag with both hands, like a magical round-legged mechanical body, one piece of blue equipment after another. He suddenly pulled it out of the narrow bag and placed it on the table.

Is this guy selling what his team has gained in Harrogas over the past few years in one fell swoop? No, even if the harvest of several years is added up, even if their team is an elite team, this number is too amazing, it is simply impossible.

Many members of the elite adventure team present compared their team's total gains in Harrogas, and then looked at the pieces of blue equipment on the stalls. Each piece of blue equipment was considered to be high-quality, and their eyes widened. .

The twenty pieces of blue equipment originally listed above had been sold through a round of hot sales before the emergence of the Quiet Giant War Longbow, and more than ten pieces had been sold. Only a few pieces of medium to high quality were left, and no suitable sellers had been found.

As a result, now, the other party took out more than ten pieces and replenished them to the number of twenty before stopping. Moreover, these more than ten pieces are also high-quality products, and they are no worse than the ones sold. What's even more ridiculous is that, The other party seemed to be at ease and could replenish the stock at any time, but his expression couldn't help but fall into a sluggish state.

Although it is annoying to compare people to each other, can this really be considered within the level of human beings? Could this guy be specialized in buying and selling equipment?

As a result, what I didn't expect was that I originally wanted to bring out more than a dozen pieces of equipment to win the attention of everyone who was attracted by the dark gold giant war longbow, but now it is even more indifferent.

Ahhhh! What are these guys doing? What are they thinking in their minds? Can anyone give me a mind-reading skill? I can’t let the silence go on like this. How can I break the deadlock and continue setting up this stall? You bastard! !

While I was secretly distressed, more and more people were watching. They spread the word to ten and hundreds. Many people came from other people's mouths or were attracted by the dark golden light emitted by the giant war long bow. Even those who The vendor who originally set up a stall here also put away his small stall, crossed his arms with interest, and stood outside to watch the excitement.

As a result, the stalls that were originally surrounded by dozens of people soon grew to hundreds or two hundred, with a large layer inside and outside, giving the air a suffocating smell.

At this time, the advantage of the barbarians' tall size was revealed. Even if they voluntarily gave up their position and stood on the periphery, the height of about three meters could still clearly see what was going on inside. Even some short mages could clearly see what was going on inside. The assassin simply sat on the shoulders of his teammate the barbarian and watched.

I said, are you monkeys? Is it a badger? Want a banana? Do I have to bring out bananas to break the deadlock? What a mess, banana? Do you want to use it to stuff the top or bottom? Which blind welfare website do you think you are the manager of? !

Just when I was secretly depressed, the person who broke the deadlock finally came.

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd on the outside, and then spread inside, waking me up from my tangle. When I looked up, I saw a path opening up in the crowd.

"It's Ricken and the others, oh oh, I knew it would be them. Only they have the ability, and they were willing to give that thing in exchange for this dark gold bow."

The adventurers whispered and revealed information such as this.

Ricken...how should I complain about this? Suddenly I felt that Khan...Pfft...the paladin in the Hanbag team, named Baal, compared with the one in front of me, I suddenly realized that his name turned out to be quite cute.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and felt that a goddess holding a dark Bible in one hand and a vibrator in the other was smiling at me.

If you look carefully, you can see that walking through the separated crowd passage is a very majestic team. In short, it looks like it stands out from the crowd at a glance, giving people the feeling that they are particularly powerful and outstanding here.

At this point, they are eerily similar to Han...Pfft...Hanbag's team. It can be seen that they are also the elite of the elite adventure team in the camp, and they belong to the top adventure team.

The first one is the Paladin, which gives people a sense of déjà vu. How can I put it? White beard and white hair, not the old white color, but a genetic attribute, just like White Wolf and Lena.

Of course, it must be noted that my Lena’s smooth, white and dazzling hair is much more pleasing to the eye than the paladin in front of me.

Probably because of his white beard, his short white hair, and his gentle and sharp eyes, it gives people a feeling that is too old for his age. In my opinion, if he can hold another crutch in his hand , then this sense of déjà vu will be much stronger.

The leading paladin is probably what others call... ahem, Rickon.

As for the other people, I was a little surprised. In terms of numbers, they had the same configuration as Han... Puff... Han Bage's team was composed of six people. At the head was the white-haired old man of the Paladin. Ken, behind him was a mage, two Amazons, and two mercenaries, a desert warrior and a barbarian mercenary.

"..."

How should I put it? Well, there is really a subtle sense of opposition to the Hanbag team.

"Brother, I heard that you are selling a Explosive Bark (which is also the name of the dark gold giant war longbow)."

The paladin named Riken has a very cheerful style, and he doesn't talk nonsense. He gets to the point when he opens his mouth. The eyes of the two Amazons behind him have been deeply attracted by the dark gold bow on the table, and they can no longer look away.

"Yes, how about it, brother Ricken, do you want to buy it?"

Seeing the customer come to the door, I couldn't help but complain about the other person's name, and immediately rubbed my hands with a smile on my face and said.

"That's right, I'm not afraid to tell you, brother, there are many teams in this camp that can afford to trade for your bow, but I am probably the only team that is willing to trade it."

Paladin Riken's eyes flashed, and he said this in a sonorous tone that made no one feel any suspicion.

"Maybe so."

I don't doubt what Ricken said. Of all the adventure teams here, at least one or two of the ten teams will have a piece of dark gold equipment. But that is one thing, and whether they will trade with me is another. Something happened.

Although the attributes of the dark gold bow are good, his own dark gold equipment has been integrated into the daily team coordination. If he wants to exchange it for a new one, it involves a trade-off issue that I would have to do again and again. Hesitantly shaking his head.

The paladin in front of me said this, probably because they also have a piece of dark gold equipment in their team, but the people in their team cannot use it, and like me, they have not been able to trade it.

It’s just that everyone in their team can’t use it. Can I use it? With this doubt, I glanced at them.

"No problem, I guarantee you will like it."

Sensing my doubts, Ricken patted his chest and assured me, which made me even more confused. Where did his confidence come from?

"Are you the demon-slaying adventure team that Hans lived with?"

I suddenly remembered that when I left, Hans, the leader of the Hanbag team, had given me such a message - in the entire camp, only the Demon Slayer Adventure Team could make this deal with me.

"What?!!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as I said this, Paladin Rickon, who had a gentle expression on his face, suddenly opened his eyes angrily, roared, put his hands on my shoulders and shook me.

"Are you talking about Hans? That guy said we are the Demon Slayer Team?!!"

Seeing the two balls of blazing anger immediately burning in his eyes, I was momentarily startled by his inexplicable burst of momentum. I nodded while wondering what I had said wrong.

"It's true. That bastard, that fly, slandered us like this in front of the newly arrived team. He is worthy of being my fierce rival, Hans!!"

Paladin Rickon changed his gentle look, and instead clenched his fists like a boy in a hot-blooded comic, shouted to the sky with blazing eyes, and the team behind him also looked indignant. , seems to have an sworn hatred with the Hanbag team.

"Um, did I say something wrong?"

I curled my lips and reluctantly interrupted Ricken's passionate declaration.

"No, boy, you are not wrong, it is Hans who is wrong!"

Ricken looked back at me, the anger in his eyes calmed down a little, then he patted my shoulder and said sincerely.

"Remember, never believe what that guy says. That guy is a liar, a fool, and the stupidest fly in the entire Dark. We are not called the Demon Slayer Team, so remember that."

Ricken brought his old face up to me, stared at me closely, and spoke sonorously and forcefully, word by word.

"The name of our team is not Demon Slayer. It's called Ken! De! Ji! Risk! Risk! Team!"

"..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha——Who do I think this is? Isn't this Mr. Ricken, our rotten meat man? Why haven't he gotten rid of his bad habits? He is indeed the heir to the family with the bloodline of [Itinerant Vendor]!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from across the square, and the crowd of onlookers automatically parted ways so that the two people who met on the narrow road could face each other.

Sure enough, I heard it right, it was the Hanbag team that I had just parted with.

At this moment, it seemed that only these two teams were left confronting each other in the entire paradise square, the Hanbag team and the KFC team. The two seemed to have a deep hatred. They stared at each other fiercely, wishing they could immediately pounce on each other and bite each other. It seemed that the place was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere.

that……

"Huh? Mobile hawker? That's better than a black-hearted businessman like you. Your brain is stuffed with vegetables and meat steaks with dead flies mixed in. Could it be that you have forgotten how many people have died tragically in your shop? , no less than three digits, the state of death is really... tsk tsk, if there is still a priest, I will definitely see the scene of innocent souls filling the sky above your house."

The appearance of Hans and Hanbarger's team calmed down Ricken's brain, which was originally full of anger. He stared at the Hans brothers and said sarcastically.

It can be clearly seen that after Ricken said these words, although Hans kept smiling, the brows on his forehead began to twitch and he snorted.

"Hmph, stop spouting nonsense. Do you think such low-quality rumors can deceive people? You should reflect on yourself more. Where did you get the nickname Mr. Carrion? People who dare to patronize your store are all Some warriors who are not afraid of death."

"Of course I know, isn't it just you guys who are shouting? A discerning person can tell at a glance how credible the words of you fools are."

"What are you talking about? Who in the whole camp doesn't know that I, Hans, always stand up for what I say. Only certain liars will continue to spread rumors and cause trouble and slander our team."

"It's really ridiculous to stand up to the sky. I want to ask our Mr. Fly who is spreading rumors just now. He actually deceived a newcomer and changed the name of our team to the Demon Slayer Squad without authorization."

"What, you dare to say that you have never used this name? I still remember clearly that when I was in the first world camp, a certain rookie stood on the high platform and vowed to make his demon-slaying team go down in history."

"That was so many years ago, we have already changed our name!!"

"Then I'm really sorry. Regarding your team, I can always only remember those things that happened a long time ago. Probably, this also implies that you will soon become history. That will fulfill your original vow from another perspective. , isn’t it? Wow hahaha!!”

Well...can I ask, what exactly happened? Can anyone explain this to me?

Watching the two teams enter the quarrel stage, I couldn't get a word in. I hesitated to speak, and my whole body was submerged in a sea of ​​question marks.

"Brother, are you new here? Do you want to know the grudges between these two teams?" At this time, a barbarian brother next to him suddenly asked.

In the Dark Continent, as long as you are an adventurer, you don’t have to worry about knowing nothing about what is happening in front of you, because there are always big-mouthed barbarians who like to watch the fun. In order to satisfy their desire to talk, And semi-mandatory pulls you into commentary mode.

"Yes, but..."

I answered hesitantly. A man's sixth sense told me that it was better not to fall into this quagmire. It was better not to even know.

I always feel that the moment I understand the cause and effect of something, I have already lost.

However, the barbarian obviously only heard the first two words of mine. His big gossipy face immediately lit up with joy and he started to talk.

"Where do we start the grudge between these two teams? If we have to trace the origin, it probably dates back to before the invasion of hell." With a thoughtful expression on his face, the barbarian slowly explained to me.

That happened ten thousand years ago. This grudge is really long-standing, probably longer than the grudge between the little ghost and the little fox.

The ancestors of Hans and Ricken were both from Rogge Camp before their old age. At that time, because Hell had not yet invaded, the camp was not as densely populated as it is now. It was just one of the largest village market gathering places on the grassland. , it is estimated that only tens of thousands of people live there.

The ancestors of the two people were engaged in the same profession at that time. They were both small restaurants with excellent reputations in the prairie. The ancestral signature of the Hans family was hamburgers, while the ancestral signature of the Ricken family was fried rice. Chicken legs, in order to compete for the first place in the grassland, the two families naturally started a long battle.

Then, hell invaded. Although most of the people on the grassland were concentrated in the camp, so that the camp population soared to tens or even millions. However, people were so panicked at that time that they had no time to pay attention to the boring competition between the two families. Due to poverty, although the number of people in the camp increased ten times, the number of guests visiting the two houses dropped more than ten times.

As a result, the owners of the two families began to feel lonely and bored. The originally healthy competition began to blame and abuse each other because of the poor business.

Perhaps it is because of this persistence that no matter how bad their business is, no matter how difficult their lives are, or they have become an adventurer and their family has become rich and they do not need to live in a deserted small restaurant, they still insist on doing it. This has been done for tens of thousands of years, lasting for countless generations. The two families are also enemies of each other. Although many Romeo and Juliet incidents have occurred over the thousands of years, the mutual hostility has never been alleviated.

In fact, I personally think that the reason why this kind of hatred has lasted for tens of thousands of years is because the two families are really bored and want to find an enemy to pass the time. I believe that many people can understand and appreciate this mentality. Bar.

Therefore, Hans and Ricken, the children of the same generation, happened to enter the training camp at the same time, switched to adventurers at the same time, and formed an adventure team at the same time. The situation of becoming adventurers and making their lives better did not alleviate the situation of the two people. The hostility between them has become increasingly fierce because of these coincidences.

Rickon first formed a demon-killing adventure team. Later, he probably felt it was inappropriate, and then changed it to KFC, because the four members of their team were the paladin Rickon, the Amazon sisters, Dena, and De Silk, and the mage Loki.

So, the Hanbag team, who had named the team before them, laughed at Ricken for plagiarizing their idea.

Ricken has always been worried about this, but the name has been determined. If it is changed, wouldn't it be equivalent to acknowledging Hans's words? Just bite the bullet and do it.

However, the opportunity for revenge soon came. Ricken began to feel that the team lacked human shields, so he recruited a desert warrior and barbarian mercenary. As a result, not long after, Hans' team also recruited a desert warrior and barbarian mercenary. Mercenaries.

So Ricken responded harshly to Hans.

There are many more struggles like this, and I can't finish them in a few days. It was originally just a grudge between Hans Hannah and Ricken, but soon after it started, it escalated into a grudge between the teams.

I:"……"

"What, brother, is there anything else you want to know? Brother, I am known as the camp's know-it-all. If you have anything you don't understand, just ask."

After dozens of minutes of explanation, the barbarian pressed his dry lips and spoke with some unfinished meaning.

"some."

I turned around with a dull look on my face and glanced at the barbarian.

I don’t know... what expression should I show at this time? "

"Just smile is enough." The barbarian brother patted me on the shoulder and gave me pertinent advice.

"..."

Could it be that... I was complained about again?