Diablo Destruction

Carefully avoiding the sneak attacks of those dark archers, I stumbled to the target - this is the largest house in the castle, with three floors and dozens of meters high. Outside the house, there are wide avenues and squares. The gorgeous magic lamps dotted with it, as well as the exquisite and expensive stones used in its construction, all illustrate the specialness of this house. It is the main building in the castle, and it has a hall specially used to receive distinguished guests. The second and third floors are high-end guest rooms, as well as bedrooms for the lord's family.

Gently pushing open the decayed wooden door, a wide hall opened in front of me. The exquisite reliefs, expensive murals, and soft blankets all showed its former beauty, but all of it has been destroyed. It was originally The hall where guests ate and dance has now become a playground for monsters. The hall is now occupied by a group of the Night Clan, and the leader is actually an elite monster.

I brought the poisonous flower vines and the others up to meet me. Xiaoxue had already been collected by me, because adventurers often appeared here, and I didn’t want it to be discovered by others. As for why there were adventurers, it was just to fight. The countess's idea came about because the second floor of this house is the location of the Black Wasteland teleportation station...

Sweat, when I saw the place Kane pointed to in the book, I thought I was being deceived. I didn’t expect that people in this world have already understood the truth that the most dangerous place is the safest. Indeed, Compared to the open black wasteland, the rooms in the castle are undoubtedly more secluded.

Even without Xiaoxue, our combat effectiveness is still strong. In a short while, all the Night Clan inside were cleared away, and the elite monster actually dropped a relatively advanced shield.

Large shield, defense 12, milk 24-24, requires strength 30, and has grooves (3).

omg, it turns out to be a top quality gray shield with three grooves. You must know that among similar equipment, if it is inlaid with gems, the grooves of the shield are undoubtedly the most precious, because it adds resistance (except purple gems and skeletons). If emeralds are inlaid in three grooves, , even the lowest-level broken emerald can achieve poison resistance +36%. Such a high individual resistance cannot be achieved even with gold equipment, which shows how precious it is.

I carefully preserved this shield, leaving the groove until I decide what to inlay it with when needed in the future.

After cleaning the battlefield. I followed the spiral staircase in the hall to the second floor and met several waves of little devils in the corridor. These yellow little devils were already advanced species of the fallen demon clan. Only slightly inferior to the top dark demons, the blade demons evolved after countless bloody battles. However, their timid and selfish personalities have not changed at all. As soon as they encounter a powerful enemy, they will Coax them to disperse, not caring about the life or death of other partners.

There are gates on the left and right sides of the circular corridor on the second floor, but if you think that the teleportation station is in one of them. If you want to open it and take a look, you are totally wrong, because what will greet you is very likely to be groups of monsters.

I observed the wall carefully, and finally stopped in front of a huge mural, and that was it. I knocked on the mural, and after a while. The mural suddenly disappeared. A door was revealed, and it turned out to be this mural outside. It was just a magic trick. The door was opened, and a Rogge archer came out and welcomed me in.

Inside the house is a large bedroom, with white painted walls, exquisite magic chandeliers, beautiful hanging paintings, and even a fireplace. OMG, guarding the teleportation station is really a beautiful job.

After the magician registered my name, I was not in a hurry to leave. It was already dusk when I arrived, so I might as well stay here for one night, which would save me the effort of setting up a tent. Moreover, such a beautiful house, Whether it's the original world or the current Dark Continent, I haven't lived there yet, Wakaka...

But as the saying goes, happiness begets sorrow. When I was looking at the decorations in the room with a country bumpkin's eyes, the teleportation station suddenly lit up with a burst of white light. Damn it, it's not such a coincidence. Now There are other adventurers coming at this time?

What's more, when I saw the appearance of these people, I almost buried my face in the ground. There were three people in the teleportation station, a paladin, an assassin, and a female druid. They were... The unlucky team that got angry after I snatched away the body in the evil cave, is this the legendary enemy on a narrow road? Or do you mean that you will not survive if you bring it upon yourself? How come the probability is so small that it happens to me! !

When I saw the three of them looking over, I quickly pulled down the jumpsuit hat on my head, burying my face deeply in the shadows. Those who didn't know thought I was an assassin.

I hope they won’t find out. I smiled bitterly to myself. In fact, looking back on the scene at that time, the plan I thought was perfect to snatch monsters was actually full of flaws. The three of them just need to return to the Rogge camp immediately and ask the soldiers stationed at the teleportation array. , I can probably guess who stole my monster. I don’t think they would be able to recognize me if they saw my face. At this moment, I can only ask that damn God to please let them leave immediately. Here it is.

After they arrived, they found that there was actually a job transfer person here, and they were stunned. However, their next actions made me completely despair. After they greeted the guards who came up, they all took out their own weapons. The animal skin blanket was spread across from me, and then I sat down on the ground, and then took out some dried meat. It seemed that I planned to stay here for one night. Okay... okay, you cows, you don't want to leave, I will. Come on, I was so depressed that I just wanted to stand up, but unexpectedly, the paladin came over and extended his hand to me kindly.

"My name is Dhruv, a level 16 paladin. Would you mind making friends?"

His voice is calm and easy-going, which makes it easy for people to like him, but hearing his sincere voice makes me feel more guilty, forget it. Ignore him, be a bad person again, and just walk away. I stood up and was about to turn around and leave, but the magician stationed at the portal spoke, making me almost fall to the ground.

"This is Lord Druid Wu Fan. He has been practicing alone until now. In the future, he will definitely become a master who is not inferior to Lord Sharna, the pride of our Rogge camp."

This magician just logged in for me and naturally knew my name. Although his tone was full of admiration, I really couldn't be happy. I said, aren't all magicians taciturn? What kind of magician are you? Why do you introduce me when you have nothing to do? Hurry back to the camp and study for a few more years.

I looked at that damn magician with tears in my eyes, and when I looked back, it was true. The paladin named Dhruv's outstretched hand had stiffened, and the assassin on the opposite side had an angry look on his face, even the gentle female druid just now. His expression also darkened, retribution!

Just as I was preparing to deal with the coming storm, the Paladin opposite suddenly laughed heartily, and did not retract his outstretched hand as I expected.

"It turns out to be Druid Mr. Wu Fan. I think this isn't the first time we've met. How about it? Can't we just be friends?"

I was stunned, and I couldn't help but reach out my hand and shake his hand. After reading countless novels and meeting countless evil people, the first thought in my mind was: there is a conspiracy. This guy must be a shady person deep in the city, planning to kill me when I'm not paying attention.

However, looking at his calm and solid aura, it is really unimaginable that he would cause trouble for me. Of course, it is not that I think all Paladins are good guys like Lal, but he gives me the feeling. Not that narrow-minded person. Even if the city in his heart is really deep, he probably won't argue with me about the corpse getting angry. Thinking of this, I felt relieved and took off the hat on my head - since it was no longer possible to hide it, why bother with it.

"Druid Wu Fan, nice to meet you, Mr. Dhruv." I showed a big smile to Dhruv.

However, the assassin on the opposite side quit. He stood up and shouted to Dhruv: "Dhruv, what are you doing, have you forgotten? It's this kid..."

"Shut up." Dhruv turned around and glared at him: "I have already said that we retreated first, and we can't blame anyone."

Actually, that's the truth, but in this war-torn world, career changers are at a disadvantage. Everyone should support each other. This is an unwritten rule. However, my behavior of grabbing monsters is justified in theory, but it loses morality and is obviously very unkind behavior. It can be seen from the angry looks on the faces of the cautious assassin and the female druid.

"No, he is right. I was wrong. I apologize to everyone. Can you forgive me?" I bowed sincerely to the three people, then raised my head and smiled apologetically.

The three of them obviously did not expect such a move from me. After they reacted, the female druid and the paladin looked much better. Only the assassin still muttered with a straight face: "Huh, what's the point of apologizing..." But he gave the paladin a glare and said nothing more.

"Forget it, these are all things in the past, why are you mentioning him?"

Dhruv suddenly patted me on the shoulder. Although his tone and actions seemed to be a little less polite and courteous than before, it made me feel a little more close - I didn't expect to get their attention so easily. Forgive me, one more friend means one less enemy, everyone should think so.

Then, Dhruv introduced me to two other teammates, his good brother, the assassin Marton. Although he was not a little unhappy, Marton still shook my hand. And his wife, Druid Ihana, this beautiful and gentle sister is relatively approachable. After knowing that I was only 23 years old, she even touched my head unceremoniously. Her gentle breath made people feel happy. A kind of sister-next-door feeling, combined with Dhruv's calm demeanor, it's really a match made in heaven that makes me a little envious.