Diablo Destruction

You are really unlucky. You can choke to death even if you drink water. You said that this Bisu Bosu rarely has an adventure team visiting him once a year. How come when he wants to do it, others just happen to come to kill him.

What does it mean for something like this, which has less than a tenth chance to happen to me, to happen to me?

Thinking of this, for a moment, I no longer wanted to think about pretending to be a diligent and enterprising child in front of Akara. I just wanted to go home immediately to prevent God from flicking the artifact toothpick out of the air after picking his teeth. It fell right into my butt as I took off my pants and prepared to solve my physical problem.

The attributes of this artifact toothpick are - it comes with pumping, blasting, electric shock, and enema/second, and cannot be removed or inserted.

I had a cold war, and when I came back to my senses, I had already pinched the teleportation scroll. These days, I don’t know if there is an upper limit to a person’s character, but I know that God has never set a lower limit. It’s better to leave early. .

However, before the teleportation scroll was torn apart, I took it back again, not because I had a change of heart, but because the lazy crow was looking back. The adventure team that had already taken the first step against Bisu Bosu, the Amazon inside suddenly shot at it with an arrow. The lazy crow's position is shot.

The lazy crow, who was in a daze, suddenly had a few feathers knocked off by the arrows, causing it to croak, daring to lose face, and glared at the Amazon. If it weren't for the absolute power gap, , I'm afraid it's ready to rush in and stir up some troubled waters.

Seeing this scene, 99% of people may think that this is a provocation from the other party, but unfortunately, they all guessed wrong. This is a special signal to ask the Druid for help. If it is really a provocation, The arrows aimed at the lazy crow are not ordinary arrows, but explosive arrows, which are enough to instantly kill the druid's crow detection skills.

Look, I want to avoid trouble, but trouble comes to me and I can't escape. What kind of world is this? !

With a helpless sigh, I put down the teleportation scroll and continued to let Lazy Crow transmit the information. To be honest, I was a little curious about who these adventuring teams were who were one step ahead of me.

You wouldn't know it, but you would be shocked to see that the Nite King's Crusade Team, originally thought to be a joint effort of several adventure teams, should have at least a dozen or twenty adventurers, bombarding the battlefield indiscriminately. Harvesting the lives of thousands of fallen demons.

As a result, the information sent by the lazy crow surprised me. This was no joint team. There was clearly only one adventure team fighting against the army of sunken demons led by Hiroshi Bisu.

No wonder they had to send out a distress signal. I have never heard of anyone who could challenge the Bisu Hiroshi clone with the strength of an adventure team. Isn't this going to the toilet with a lantern and seeking death?

No, just when the lazy crow was circling over the battlefield, I suddenly discovered that on the other side of Bisubosu's camp, the flames of war were also ignited. Out of curiosity, I let the lazy crow fly over and take a look, and found that it was also the same. An adventure team is launching an attack on Bisu Bosu's hometown.

"..."

Can anyone come out and tell me what is going on? These two adventure teams... are they acting cute without restraint?

If these two adventure teams are cooperating to deal with Bisu Hiroshi, then I can only doubt their IQ. In this situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, the enemy is numerous and we are few, the troops are divided into two. Do they think they can be like in the game, where they can be reborn in the camp after death and then run back naked to collect the corpses?

If these two adventure teams did not make an appointment in advance, but happened to attack Bisu Bosu at the same time, then I... then I really have nothing to say.

In short, this battle revealed a subtle sense of stupidity, which made me stand on the spot, embarrassed for a long time.

At this time, the Amazon over there shot another arrow, which made me react and turn my attention back to the battlefield.

Although their behavior is a bit silly, the adventure team that sent out the distress signal is definitely not weak. In this case, they can fight and retreat, and their moves are very subtle, always leaving a way out for themselves. The army of fallen demons cannot completely surround them. As long as they persist, although victory is absolutely impossible, they will definitely be able to escape unscathed.

The other adventure team is also very strong, almost on par with the first adventure team. I can't help but think that if these two adventure teams can really work together and jointly fight the enemy, maybe, just With the strength of the two teams, they can really create a miracle, maybe even wipe out the clone of Hiroshi Bisu.

You know, in the thousands of years of history of the Second World, there are very few records of two adventure teams joining forces to successfully defeat the clone of Bisu Bosu. This is a great achievement that can be recorded in the history of adventurers. , those adventuring teams later became heroes and warriors praised and praised by civilians.

But in this way, it is worth pondering. In the current situation, although it is impossible for the adventurous team that sent the distress signal to kill Bisu Bosu, it is completely possible to escape. The purpose of the signal they sent to themselves , what exactly is it doing?

After thinking about it, I still can't think of any reason. However, there shouldn't be any danger. If it is like this, it doesn't hurt to go and see it.

With this curiosity, I put away the ghost wolf and flower vines, and began to slowly approach the battlefield.

A distance of tens of kilometers, I approached carefully without losing speed, and soon I was less than ten thousand meters away from the battlefield. In the distance, the fallen demon was fighting, roaring with a fanatical and violent atmosphere.

"Lakanixiu—Lakanixiu—"

Countless roars gathered together, like a huge black wave a hundred meters high, rushing into the sky and deafening. Their evil and bloodthirsty aura could be felt even from a distance of tens of thousands of meters.

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Even if they are useless, as long as thousands of them are gathered together, they will be demon king-level monster clones, and they will have to stay away. I sighed secretly and rushed towards the commanding heights I had just found.

With a slight jump, I have reached the top of the small slope. At my feet is a wide and flat grassland. The withered and yellow wild grass in late autumn gives this flat grassland a chilly atmosphere of autumn.

The sight in front of me suddenly opened up, and what was displayed in front of me was a magnificent picture. There were close to tens of thousands of fallen demons, concentrated like ants on the grassland under my feet. The grassland was full of tattered tents and racks. A large earthen pot half a man's height was set up, with a raging fire burning underneath. The smell of rotten broth overflowed, and a disgusting smell could be smelled from a distance.

At first glance, there are many tents and smoke everywhere. Regardless of the messy layout and the smell of rotting meat in the smoke, it really does smell like a large army is stationed.

But at this time, tens of thousands of blood-red Sinking Demons were running around in a chaotic manner, roaring, with heat and murderous intent, at first glance. It was like a pot of red meat porridge with steaming heat and scalding water, being stirred back and forth at will.

Deep in the vortex of the pot of stirred meat porridge, a short and insignificant figure with a powerful aura immediately caught my sight.

You see, that’s my old friend, Bisubosu, the King of Nite. Although in the eyes of humans, the fallen magic wizards actually look the same, Bisubosu’s unique sad figure is melancholy. His eyes, obscene movements, and most importantly, his contribution to me, I will never forget.

After sighing for a while, I turned my attention to the initiator of this commotion, the culprit who dared to bully my old friend Hirosu Bisu.

The position I am currently in is just on the side of the adventure team that sent the signal. The team on the other side is too far away to see clearly even with the eagle eye of a druid, so it is automatically ignored by me. , his eyes fell on the adventure team at his feet.

It's okay not to look at him. After seeing the other person's face clearly, I felt relieved at that time.

You think of the paladin with an old and kind face, a neat white beard and white hair, who gives people a strong sense of familiarity with Grandpa Kenji, who else can he be?

I originally thought that an unknown adventure team was playing dumb, but I found out that the team that was playing dumb was actually a team I knew. Was it because they were mentally retarded to begin with, or was it because they got to know me?

After a few detours like this, I was completely brain-dead.

He called the lazy crow back, grabbed its claws and slowly flew up into the air, and came to the top of the KFC team's battlefield. He let go of his hand and fell down. The heavy body with armor was smashed to death decisively. A dying demon.

"you……"

I looked at the KFC team and realized that I really didn’t know what words to use or what expression to use to face them at this time. I guess if that barbarian guy was here, he would pat me on the shoulder again and say, "You Just keep silent", "You just have to smile" and the like made fun of me.

I tilted my head and thought for a long time before I came up with something that might be the most appropriate thing to say at this time.

"Have you...had lunch?"

Then, there was a burst of big eyes and small eyes.

In fact, I originally planned to say "Boss, bring me a bucket of family photos", but considering that this kind of cold joke that can only be understood on the other side of the earth is meaningless, I had to give it up...

"Brother Wu, why are you here?"

Grandpa KFC...cough cough, that's wrong, Colonel Sanders...cough cough, that's wrong too, it should be the Paladin Ricken. Ricken stared at me with wide eyes for a while before he asked aloud.

The sword and shield on hand were not dropped. He pushed out with a shield strike, and the long sword suddenly thrust out from behind the shield. With a few sword lights, he immediately killed a Sinking Demon that was still jumping around like a shrimp. The palm of his hand It's really good to use it in two parts.

"I still want to ask you, six people dare to come here to mess with Bisu Bosu, what part of your brain is on the pig's head?" I turned over and rolled my eyes at the other party.

"At least it's much better than if you dare to come here alone."

Paladin Riken probably developed a smooth tongue through his long-term struggle with Hans of the Hanbag team. He looked honest and kind, but his mouth was sharp, and he made a retort without thinking.

"I...my um...I just came out for a walk." I laughed a few times and pretended to be stupid and ignored the topic. I was so careless that I didn't realize that my behavior was simply worse in the eyes of others. The KFC team is six times dumber.

Because at least, they still came together as six people.

"I thought I had found support and could stand in front of me for a while, but I didn't expect..."

Ricken gave me a helpless look at Chen Yaojin, who seemed to be unable to help me. It seemed that he, the captain, should be the one who asked the Amazons in the team to shoot the lazy crow.

I kicked the fallen demon away with a kick. I did not refute Ricken's words. I was not inspired by any reactionary's words and calmly hid my strength. These days, if I can't even do such a small thing, If you arrive, you may say goodbye to yourself as the protagonist at any time, huh!

"Forget it, let's retreat. Look, those idiots on the other side have also started to move."

Ricken pointed to the battlefield opposite and said, then, six people faintly surrounded me in the center and began to retreat slowly. I also cooperated very well and danced the long sword in my hand like crazy, just not touching any Sinking Demon, letting the six people around me People were stunned for a while.

Master, it's like pressing the shooting button and clearing the level without killing an enemy. Especially in such an area with dense enemies, not everyone can do it.

It's just that it's silly.

Wait, Ricken just said "those idiots on the opposite side", remember that, could it be that the team on the opposite side is...

Thinking about this, it suddenly dawned on me why the two teams had similar and superb strength. Why did the two teams attack Bisu Bosu's camp together, but split into two groups, as if they were never in contact with each other? look.

There is no doubt that the adventurer team opposite is the Hanbag team.

After knowing the truth of the matter, I immediately lost my strength and suddenly came up with the idea that it would be better if I didn't know. No, from the beginning, I shouldn't have been with these - when we separated, each was the top adventure team in the camp. But once they get together, they immediately become two idiot adventure teams in the camp, getting mixed up.

I should have decisively torn open the teleportation scroll at the beginning, but I ran after it, not to mention how much I regretted it.

At this time, the KFC team had completely escaped the pursuit of the Sinking Demon. Without saying a word, the tall and strong Ricken raised the long sword in his hand and picked up the wizard who approached him with his free hand. The aura under his feet switched to energy. Halo, six people ran away.

The KFC team is composed of a paladin, a mage, two Amazons, a desert warrior and a barbarian mercenary. The speed of the Amazon, barbarian, paladin and desert warrior, with the energy halo activated, is faster than sinking. The demon was a little faster, but the wizard couldn't keep up, so he could only condescend and be scooped up by Rickon's big hand like a bundle of straw around his waist.

However, this tacit understanding of running away... The old drunkard was indeed right. The more elite the team of adventurers, the better their escape skills.

"Hey, brother Alsace, your speed is not slow."

While running wildly with the mage in his arms, Ricken still had the nerve to turn around and greet me with a smile.

"Thank you very much, thanks to Brother Ricken's halo." I said with an unambiguous smile as my wheels turned like wheels.

The speed of the Sinking Demon is still pretty good. The shiny little blade is dangling not far behind his butt. If you are distracted and run slower, you can just wait until the chrysanthemum is broken.

"Hahahahaha——"

After being complimented by me, which was both true and false, Ricken immediately laughed heartily. With thousands of fallen demons behind him like a rolling flood, pursuing them with murderous intent, this laughter was really a bit heroic. mean.

"Look, those idiots are running this way too."

Suddenly, an Amazon next to him pointed to the opposite side and said. Everyone looked along and realized that it was indeed the case. Hanbag's team was also running in the same direction as us. The two teams were like two sides of the arrow. Sooner or later they will come together.

"Hahaha~!! These cowards must have seen us running this way and thought they were not strong enough, so they should follow us and seek shelter."

Paladin Riken immediately laughed happily, almost dancing, and threw the wizard in his hand into the army of fallen demons behind.

"..."

In fact, I really want to say, brother Ricken, Hans, the captain of the Hanbag team across from you, may be saying exactly the same words as you at this moment, and making the same laugh.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but amid the loud killing sounds behind me, I seemed to faintly hear the Hanbag team in the distance. Captain Hans was also dancing and laughing like Ricken.

With the blessing of the energy halo, the army of fallen demons behind us was continuously pulled further away. In the end, only a few of the fallen demons who liked to stalk us were still following us, unwilling to let us go.

The KFC team and the Hanbag team, like arrows, finally converged at the focus.

"snort!"

"snort!"

Almost at the same time, the two captains who met their eyes snorted heavily, and then, as if they had made an appointment in advance, suddenly turned around and attacked the hundreds of fallen demons that had been following behind.

The other team members slowed down a beat, followed their respective captains, and killed him.

Obviously, this is another unspoken game. Your opponent will always know you better than your friends. This is indeed true.

I stood aside and looked at the two top teams with my hands folded. It didn't take long for them to kill all the hundreds of fallen demons. The skills and coordination hidden in them opened my eyes.

As expected, they are indeed the top team in the second world camp. The Harrogas-level teams in the first world are completely inferior.

When it comes to individual skills, they are far from the likes of Carlos Seatok, and they are far from being able to amaze me. But when it comes to team skills, the tacit cooperation between the players always makes me amazed.