Diablo Destruction

"Just wait for me. One day, I will make a dwarf fortress that can fly to Kurast."

It was obvious that my words had stimulated some of Muradin's nerves. His beard was trembling with anger and he couldn't help but make a loud promise.

"I, Muradin, will definitely be able to transform the Dwarf King's City into a sky fortress that can fly to anywhere, even without relying on the thunder of the God's Punishment Mountains. When the time comes, let's see who doesn't accept the title of the First Fortress of Darkness. "

"Oh, what a beautiful wish."

Everyone applauded and sincerely blessed Muradin for his great wish. It is indeed true that those who have dreams will become more beautiful. At this time, Muradin's ugly and shrinking brown face has become more beautiful. One... uh, one more... that... handsome, um, handsome for sure.

Sorry, I lied.

In comparison, without dreams, I look so small, almost half as tall as Muradin.

"By the way, Old Man Mu, when you talk about the transformation, you don't think you want to dismantle some other defense and attack facilities."

I suddenly remembered that the Dwarf King City is a great crystallization made by countless generations of dwarf craftsmen over tens of thousands of years, squandering the blood, sweat and life of the gate. Even if Old Man Mu is very, very, very unexpectedly a genius blacksmith, it is impossible to say that it is perfect.

"This...how is this possible? Why do you think so? Of course it's impossible, ahahaha, ahahahaha~~"

Everyone: "..."

This guy really planned to do this. Looking at Muradin who tried his best to pretend to be stupid and try to fool me after I told him the truth, we thought that his tall image only lasted less than ten seconds in our hearts. Just crush it into a pile of non-recyclable garbage.

"Your son and the ten elders will kill you."

Although I really wanted to see this old winter melon being crucified and burned, I still reminded him out of the standpoint of friendly races.

"Hmph, I said no, I just can't, it's just... I just lack some materials." Muradin retorted angrily.

"What material?" I continued to ask step by step.

"That...material allows the Dwarf King's City to obtain energy even without relying on the power of lightning."

Avoiding everyone's eyes and muttering guiltily, as if he was afraid that I would continue to ask questions, he added.

"This is a top-secret plan of our dwarves, and I can only reveal it to you so far."

"Oh~~!"

Everyone looked surprised.

"I know how to defeat the Three Demon Gods!"

I suddenly thought of some great idea, jumped up, clenched my fists and said loudly.

"oh?!"

Everyone's body trembled, and they all looked questioningly.

"It's just that there is still one missing material."

Pretending to be deep in thought, I pinched my chin, showing an unwilling expression. It seemed that I was only one step away from completing the task, but I was stuck on this small step.

"What materials are missing?" The old drunkard came up and asked, pretending to be stupid and innocent.

"An artifact that can defeat the three demon gods."

I looked solemnly into the distance and sighed.

"Wahahahaha~~~!!"

After the atmosphere solidified for a moment, I, an old drunkard, unscrupulously hugged my stomach and laughed wantonly.

"You two bastards, it's best not to come to the Dwarf King's City for me in the future."

Muradin finally discovered that he was obviously at a numerical disadvantage with two to one. In addition, the old drunkard and I are not very good at talking. If we really want to join forces, it is definitely not as simple as the power of one plus one.

So this guy finally learned his lesson and left a sentence like, when he was running away in panic, he didn't forget to turn around and say to the people behind him, "Just wait and see." After the funny words outweighed the practical cruelty, I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut, no matter how provocative the old drunkard and I were, we never spoke again.

This is just a small happy episode, and Muradin is the only one who is depressed. However, this guy is so thick-skinned, maybe the depressed expression on his face now is just a pretense, which makes Elder Leman unbearable, so that he can I'll just have a few more bowls of rice and a few more jars of rum secretly stored by the elves later.

I looked away from Muradin's hypocritical depressed expression. To my surprise, I found Kane, who had been smiling and watching the "rolling winter melon" action, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

What is Kane missing? After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that this was not a particularly difficult thing to guess.

Aside from what we just talked about, I really can't think of a reason why Kane suddenly lost his temper.

The elves have a royal magic array, the dwarves have a dwarf royal city, and even the Horadric clan has its own absolute magic array. Although the werewolves and foxes have nothing special, the harsh environment there is already a natural layer. Protective cover.

In contrast, the Adventurer Alliance, which is currently the largest force in the Dark Continent, has no outstanding masterpieces. As the alliance's base camp, the First World Rogge Camp only relies on the most primitive means for defense.

This situation is definitely not because the alliance is weak and only relies on numerical superiority and human sea tactics.

We have nothing to be ashamed of in this situation. On the contrary, we should hold our heads high and be prouder than any other race.

Because for tens of thousands of years, the Alliance has been standing at the forefront of the resistance against the forces of hell for tens of thousands of years. Although other races have made contributions, who dares to say that they have contributed more than the Alliance?

Whose blood is the red soil in the Blood Wilderness dyed red with? Those are the warriors of our alliance!

Let's look back at history. During the first hell invasion, most of human society was almost paralyzed. The Human Holy See, which was at the top of the human pyramid and was the most powerful organization in the Dark Continent, became history from then on.

However, with the sacrifice of a certain human warrior, we destroyed the World Stone of the third world and cut off the way for the hell forces to enter the first and second worlds, so that the creatures on the entire continent could get a moment of respite.

After thousands of years of development, the intelligent life on the continent finally gained a foothold and gained a certain degree of dominance in this battle. From this, great figures such as the Seven Heroes emerged one after another, and their legendary stories are still well-known today. , it’s just that there are many different versions in a subtle way.

Of course, behind this tranquility, the greatest contributor was the Adventurer Alliance formed by several heroes after the first hell invasion.

Then something happened. The Horadric tribe had integrated into the alliance and became a member of the alliance. Two thousand years ago, a genius named Tarasha appeared. He was the first human being to successfully seal the three demon gods. , Unfortunately, this situation only lasted for less than a few hundred years. The three demon gods escaped from trouble. Under the tide of their anger, Tarasha was dismembered and sealed, and the entire alliance suffered another catastrophic blow.

Finally, time has continued to the present.

This is a simple summary of the history of the Dark Continent for tens of thousands of years. If we want to truly describe it one by one, I am afraid that Princess Sanwu’s room has surpassed the definition of a study room and can be described as a huge space like a library (half of which is H reading material). I can’t pretend either.

Even so, much of the history during this period is still unclear, such as who was the savior who destroyed the World Stone, what method Tarasha used to seal the three demon gods one by one, and how the three demon gods escaped from trouble. ? None of this information is missing.

In short, this is not something that our alliance should be worth losing. If it had not experienced two large-scale cleanses by the forces of hell, the foundation of our alliance would definitely not be much worse than that of the elves, dwarves and other races.

Looking at Kane's disappointed expression, I thought like this, then I took a few steps forward and gently put my hand on his shoulder. When I touched him, I discovered that this man could turn the crutch in his hand into a three-section stick. The shoulders of an old man who could not be compared to Farah were very thin and old, as if there was a weight of ten thousand kilograms on them, and they were shaking slightly from time to time.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Kane, don't we also have the most outstanding things in our alliance?"

I gently suppressed the emotion and sadness in my heart and said to Kane who turned around.

"Sister Sharna, Carlos, Seattle, Grandma Akara, Grandpa Kane, and countless lovely adventurers, these are the most precious support of the alliance and cannot be lost to any race. "

"well said."

The corners of Kane's eyes were a little moist. After taking a deep breath, he nodded to me and smiled.

"However, if Wu you have more confidence in yourself, it will be even more perfect."

"Well, ahha~ahhaha~~~"

I grabbed the back of my head and avoided Kane's gaze. Confidence is not always a good thing. Every time I gain more confidence, the responsibility on my shoulders will more than double.

"What about me? You kid, you ignored me on purpose, right?"

Seeing that she was not mentioned in my words at all, the old drunkard suddenly became unhappy. With a shameless face like "I am also a great contributor to the alliance, why are you ignoring me?", he pointed at himself and yelled at me. shouted.

"you?"

I looked at the other person with contempt.

"One day it will be turned into fertilizer for the flowers and plants in Rogge's camp, which will be the only contribution you have ever made in this life."

In fact, the contribution of the old drunkard is definitely no less than that of Akara and the others. Let’s not talk about what kind of work she did before. Just look at Sister Sharna, Carlos, and Seattle after serving as an elder in the alliance. Of course, I am also considered a half. Each one was taught by her, you can tell.

Of course, if you know you know, you definitely can't tell the truth. If she gets complacent, who knows how many people will suffer.

"What did you say? Don't forget who taught you what you have achieved now."

The old drunk looked at me with teeth and claws, as if if you don't say something nice, my master will kill off all relatives and clean up the family today.

"Really? Even if you are telling the truth, I have also taught tuition fees, so we don't owe each other anything."

I ignored the old drunkard's fierce expression and continued to argue in a low voice while glancing around.

"Tuition? When did you ever give me this damn thing?!"

"If you can get back all the money you have borrowed so far, I will respectfully call you teacher. How about it? It's worth it."

Kasha: "..."

I:"……"

"Today's weather is so nice. The scenery of Elf King City is beautiful." Whistling, the old drunkard looked from a distance like a monkey jumping on a stone.

"Wahahaha~~!!"

Seeing the infighting between me and the old drunkard, Mu Laodonggua, who was in a good mood, couldn't help laughing.

"You're laughing your ass off! I don't want to think about your son either!!"

The old drunkard and I stared at Muradin in unison. Old Winter Melon was the one who was least qualified to laugh. He didn't even think that his relationship with his son, the current dwarf king Tualatin, was better than that between me and the old drunkard. Where to go? !

"Fanfan, Fanfan~!"

Little girl Tia blinked her beautiful big eyes and pulled my clothes.

"I also want to borrow money from Fanfan, and then teach Fanfan magic."

This little girl has a playful look that says she is very interested in her.

"Of course there is no problem. Just ask. Fifty thousand gold coins are not enough. How about one hundred thousand? How about you take this bag of gems and there is no need to mention the money or anything else. Our little Tia is so cute, no matter how much you give her, It’s worth it too.”

I touched Tia's head affectionately and said, Speaking of which, although I kept calling her "little girl, little girl," I realized now that this little girl is quite tall, compared to the precious wives in my family.

"You bastard who forgets his teacher when he sees sex..."

Looking at Tia, who showed a satisfied smile like a pet under my touch, the old drunkard suddenly became jealous, with a look of expectation that said, "You don't care if you give me a hundred thousand gold coins or a bag of gems."

"You?!" I snorted from my nose.

"That's right, it's me, Lord Benkasha. Back then, I was known as the most beautiful God of War in the continent. What do you think? A hundred thousand million wouldn't be too much at all."

The old woman proudly lifted her burgundy shoulder-length hair and said in a nonchalant manner.

After looking the old drunkard up and down, Old Man Mu and I made the same move - bending down and hugging our belly.

"Okay, let's end the exchange of feelings."

Seeing that the old drunkard was about to explode into a demonic state, Kane's timely voice came over, like a bucket of cold water poured on her head, making her calm down immediately, glared at us, and followed Kane dejectedly.

Kane holds the power of pardoning the prohibition order, and the old drunkard does not dare to resist his orders now.

Looking up, we can already see the huge crystal tree with a height of tens of thousands of meters, standing high like a pillar reaching the sky. Under the light, it emits a beautiful light like crystal. Because of its reputation as the Crystal Tree.

I could see the outline of the Crystal Tree so clearly. Having been here once, I immediately knew that our current location was not far from the inner city.

The space in the outer city is huge, and the elves like to be quiet and live in very scattered places. Therefore, we did not encounter many elves watching us along the way, so we could talk so unscrupulously. Now that we are about to arrive in the inner city, we can't What nonsense.

After walking for a while, the layout of the inner city finally appeared in sight. I didn’t know it by looking at it. I was shocked when I saw it. I asked why I didn’t meet a few elves just now. It’s impossible no matter how dispersed they are. Only now did I realize that these curious elves were already waiting for us to fall into our trap in the inner city.

Although the envoys who came to greet them, Elder Lyman and his party, chose to greet them in a low-key manner because of the current chaotic situation in Kurast. However, if these elves don't make the scene grand after arriving here, it will not only humiliate the alliance, but also He has lost his own clan and lost the face of the Elf Queen.

As I can see now, there are hundreds of endless rows of elf soldiers, all dressed in green uniforms, neatly dressed, with feather hats on their heads. The men are handsome and the women are stunningly beautiful, lined up in neat square columns, in the middle There is an empty avenue filled with beautiful flowers of all colors.

If you look closely, you will see that not only are they arranged neatly and with great momentum, but the heights of these elf soldiers are almost the same. Such careful selection is enough to prove that the elves have indeed put in a lot of effort to prepare and are full of sincerity.

The moment we appeared, the neatly arranged soldiers' salute procession at the city gate played the unique musical instruments of the elves. The entire inner city was suddenly filled with melodious, festive and warm music, which made people couldn't help but admire it. The elves are indeed a clan of artists. Every soldier who plays a musical instrument here is an outstanding bard outside.

At the front of the team, an old elf woman with gray hair exuded an incomprehensible aura, as if she was facing Akara. She was obviously so weak that the adventurer could knock her down with just one punch. , but it just produces an irresistible aura.

Great prophet!

The experience of getting along with Akara and Lena immediately told me that the old elf in front of me was a prophet, and judging from his aura, he was even a more powerful prophet than Akara.

Then, her identity will be clear at a glance. Even among the hidden elves, there is no one who can surpass Akara in prophecy except her teacher, the great elf elder Yalandlan. people.

Just as I imagined, Kane quickly stepped forward and held the hand of the old elf, with a flattered look on his face.

"Great Elder Yalandan condescended to welcome you. We are ashamed of ourselves."

Looking at the entire Dark Continent, Yalandlan should be regarded as the most respected leader now. After all, given her age, countless big shots have received her guidance.

"Haha~~, what's wrong with that? I'm just an ordinary old woman."

Yalandlan spoke softly, and her old and gentle voice was still very clear amidst the reverberating musical instruments. Every word she said was deeply integrated into everything.

Then, with Kane's support, the old man slowly turned his eyes towards me. For a moment, I was stared at by those gentle and sharp eyes. I suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to be contained by those eyes. The old man and I were left staring at each other in silence.

But I didn't feel any suddenness about this sudden situation. Even though I kept reminding myself that things were quite strange, I still felt in my soul that this was actually a very natural thing.