All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Wes, how many times have I told you to watch your back when fighting!"

Gerrera swung the King of the Moon away with an axe, and shouted loudly at the bloody barbarian Weiss in front of him. He was helpless. This Weiss is good at everything, but he is too impulsive when fighting and never cares about what is going on behind him.

"Isn't there a captain here?" Weiss turned around and smiled naively. Without looking, he swung his ax and flew away an evil spirit from hell that rushed in front of him.

Seeing the honest smile on Weiss's face, Guerrela glared and slapped him staggering without any explanation: "Remember my words. You may not be so lucky next time."

Weiss smiled naively, touched the slapped head and ran away dejectedly. This captain is good at everything, but he is too wordy. Being beaten and scolded more than ten or twenty times during each battle seemed like a joke.

"And you all, please pay attention. These damn guys are stronger than before." Seeing Weiss running away in despair, Guerrera immediately vented his anger on the other team members.

Injustice, really injustice.

The other three barbarians looked unhappy, and they all transferred their anger to the group of hellish evil spirits in front of them. It's obviously Weiss's fault, so we're just lying down.

Guerrera watched the four members of his team madly slaughter these evil spirits from hell, with veins popping out on his forehead. These little brats are never reassuring. Don't even look at where this place is. Is the second level of the Worldstone Fortress such a safe place?

"These damn demons." Guerrera quickly shifted his target to the evil spirits of hell.

They are a team of pure barbarians. There were only five of them, but each one of them was a leader among the barbarians. Although there are only five people, the number of teams that can break into the second level of the World Stone Fortress is less than the number of people in Harrogath. This is one of the reasons that makes him proud.

This is not the first time he has led a team to the second floor of the World Stone Fortress. A team composed of pure barbarians inevitably has great fatal weaknesses. Burning souls, also known as electric ghosts, this kind of cunning long-range lightning is enough to destroy any team without long-range professions such as mages. Not to mention the melee enemies like the Crazy Hell Evil Spirits that would self-destruct at the slightest disagreement.

But he did it.

The five members of the team have not lost anyone. It's all due to his personality. It is true that he is a barbarian, but he possesses a calmness that is rare among barbarians. Those barbarians beyond Harrogath? He simply does not admit that those who have inherited the skills of barbarians belong to the barbarian clan.

Yes, he is a staunch nationalist. Like the Amazons in the rainforest of Kurast Harbor, he is also unwilling to admit that those barbarians are his own tribe. This is one of the reasons why no other professionals joined the team he formed. Of course, the more important reason is that he wants to rely on the power of the barbarians to recapture the holy mountain Arreat.

This time he led the team to attack the third level of the World Stone again, and he was fully prepared. The first level was basically unable to stop the team, which was as he expected. But after entering the second level, he was keenly aware that the demons here were a little different from the previous times. The strength is obviously about 30% higher. In the past, evil spirits from hell could be killed with one axe, but now they needed at least two or even three blows to kill them.

"I'm not willing to give in." Guerrela roared madly in her heart.

This is already his fifth attempt to attack the third level of the World Stone. In the entire Harrogath, no one has been able to kill Baal for more than two hundred years and enter the next world through the World Stone. For this he paid a heavy price. However, successive defeats did not break his fighting spirit, but instead made him more eager to prove himself. But now, he knew that this attempt would fail again.

The entrance to the third floor is not far away. He could even hear the terrifying screams of those hell temptresses in the third level. Seeing that he was about to complete a feat that no one in Harrogas had been able to accomplish for more than three hundred years but could not achieve it, he only hated that he was not strong enough and could not even deal with these evil spirits from hell.

"Hurry up and clean the battlefield, let's go back." Guerrera struggled to pull out the blood-stained giant ax from the corpse of the hell evil spirit, and shouted at the team members. Although he was unwilling to give in, he still did not get carried away. Acting cautiously is the key to a team's survival.

"Captain, I can still hold on." Weiss held the giant ax with one hand and poured a bottle of powerful healing potion into his mouth with the other hand. Just now, he was at the forefront, acting as an arrowhead, and his body was already covered with large and small scars. The most terrifying part almost cut his entire chest open. But he seemed to be fine, full of energy, and a fighting madman.

"Weiss, you can't do it anymore." Another barbarian, Qiao Jia, laughed, holding the two-handed sword still stained with flesh and blood in both hands and teasing him with all his strength: "It's my turn. It's boring to follow you."

"Get lost, it's my turn."

"A few idiots, of course I will take the lead."

The other two barbarians also took the opportunity to make loud noises. The entire team's fighting spirit was still high and was not affected at all by the battle just now. Even though the strength of these evil spirits from hell has obviously improved, it cannot dampen their fighting spirit.

"Go away, I'm the captain." Guerrera cursed with a smile and stopped mentioning the matter of returning to the city. He is still the captain after all, and he knows the tempers of these villains under his command. Even if you say this, you still have to listen to yourself in the end. Such teasing with each other has always been their way of relaxing after fighting.

Before she finished speaking, Guerrela suddenly caught a glimpse of an evil spirit from hell standing staggering among the corpses behind Weiss from the corner of her eye. This evil spirit from hell was severely injured. His chest was completely split open, and his intestines and stomach and other internal organs had flowed out of his body. Suddenly seeing this scene, the hairs all over his body exploded.

"Weiss, behind you!" Guerrera could only give a brief warning.

He saw the strangeness of this evil spirit from hell. A violent force is brewing within this dying demon. The Mad Hell Evil Spirit is the evolved form of the Hell Evil Spirit. Often when encountering a desperate situation, the dying hell evil spirit will activate the blood in the body and evolve into a frantic hell evil spirit. This evolution is so fast that almost no one can react.

In just a short moment, the back of the dying evil spirit suddenly turned blood red and bulged up, like a disgusting huge tumor. But Guerrela knew that this disgusting tumor contained extremely violent magic power. This kind of evolution rarely occurs, but it is not without precedent. With Weiss's current condition, he couldn't stop a frantic hell evil spirit from self-destructing at close range.

"Wes!" Guerrera's eyes were split open, and a few bits of blood spurted out from his mouth.

At this time, Weiss also realized that the crisis was coming, and without thinking, he picked up the giant ax and swept out. Even if he was going to die, he still had to knock this self-destructing lunatic away. The farther you can go, the better. It doesn't matter if you die, now that you are here, you have this awareness. As long as it can reduce the risk to other brothers.

At this moment, a thin figure suddenly flashed next to the frantic hell evil spirit that was about to explode.