All-Professional Master of Darkness

Under the dim firelight, Will struggled to pull out the giant ax from the corpse of a demon goblin. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜A few bits of smelly blood were brought out by the ax blade and splashed on his face.

"Well done." Hurtado showed his strong white teeth, pulled out his two-handed sword and flicked it hard.

Will smiled confidently and followed Hurtado's example in shaking off the flesh and blood stained on the axe. After more than a month, he seemed to have become a different person, no different from an ordinary barbarian. His whole body was filled with a fierce aura. The little kid who was as weak as a little lamb had grown into a qualified barbarian in just over a month.

In just over a month, Guerrera, Hurtado and others have truly fulfilled their commitments and did not deliberately let go. Go all out and head straight to the Worldstone Fortress.

From the Bloody Hills to here, under Guerrera's careful arrangements, the group, with Lan Wu as the scout, tried their best to bypass other teams and large groups of demons, and passed through dangerous areas in the shortest way, and finally Successfully arrived at the World Stone Fortress. The battle just now was the first battle after entering the fortress.

A group of demon goblins entrenched at the entrance to the fortress.

This kind of short demon, which is somewhat similar to the Sinking Demon, but is more than a hundred times more powerful, is no better than a melee demon like the Moon King. They are good at roaming and fighting, and are proficient in teleportation similar to mage teleportation. They like to use fire magic to attack targets while hiding in a distance. It wouldn't be a big problem if there were just one or a few, but they always lived in groups. Dozens or hundreds of demons and goblins attack at the same time, basically weaving a network of firepower within a radius of more than 100 meters. Fortunately, their threat is only that, and the actual damage is not too high. Everyone handles it easily except Will.

But Will has grown amazingly in this month. He was not impulsive and intelligently relied on Hurtado and others to dodge. Whether it's Guerrera, Hurtado, or other barbarians, every barbarian is as strong as a bull. He used the bodies of these strong men as cover. Although it was difficult, he survived the initial bombardment and became the final winner An Ran.

"We are not here for an outing. Move quickly, treat the injured, and let the dead lie peacefully on the ground." Hurtado drank a bottle of powerful healing potion and roared at the other barbarians, his eyes full of fanaticism .

This was not the first time that he had longed for a killing spree in the Worldstone Fortress, but he had never tried it himself. Beneath the barbarian's brave appearance is a careful and cautious heart. Unlike Guerrera, he was disgusted with the intermarriage with foreign races advocated by Elder Hardinson, but he did not object to teaming up with other professionals. In addition to the dozen barbarians he currently leads, there are about fifty other professionals in his team, which is also a powerful team in Harogas.

Just because there are a large number of people does not mean that everyone is an elite. He has the boldness and bravery of a barbarian, and he only accepts people based on personal preference, so the ranks of his team are uneven. He is so weak that he is only around level 40, but as strong as him, he is over level 50. The gap between strength and weakness reached about ten levels. Therefore, coming to the World Stone Fortress was just a wish that he kept deep in his heart. But now he got his wish.

"Damn it, do you want to attract more demons here?" Uta roared in a low voice, making everyone laugh.

This is not because he deliberately made things difficult for Hurtado. In such a small space, you really can't yell, otherwise it will easily attract the surrounding demons to attack you. We just went through a tough battle, and we can guarantee that no one will die. If there is another game, there may be attrition.

"Shut up, everyone." Guerrera scolded with a smile on his face, "Have you seen Lan Wu? If anyone sees him, tell him. We only have ten minutes to rest."

"No, I'm back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Wu's voice sounded in the distant corridor. Empty corridors are indeed good for transmitting sound. Everyone could hear that Lan Wu was slowly walking this way.

"Weird guy." Hurtado looked back at the direction where the voice came from, and wiped away the flesh and blood on his bald head without interest.

He was not the only one who was curious along the way, but others were as well. Whenever a battle starts, Lan Wu always breaks out immediately, completely disrupting the devil's formation. In their eyes, Lan Wu's strength was outrageous. Whether it's Burning Soul or Moon King, it's basically a one-shot kill. But whenever the battle situation has been decided, this weird guy always leaves quietly at some point, and doesn't come back leisurely until everyone has finished resting.

If Lan Wu knew what Hurtado and others were thinking, he would also feel helpless. If I hadn't taken the initiative to avoid it, I might not have gained anything along the way. After a few times in a row, even the most obtuse person will notice the problem. By then, I’m afraid no one will be willing to break into the Worldstone Fortress.

After all, this is Utama, mainly harvested dark gold equipment. If you can't explode the equipment, and you can't absorb the magic energy, who would take the trouble to take risks.

Ten minutes were not long, when the last bit of demonic energy was absorbed by Guerrela and others, Lan Wushi appeared in everyone's sight carrying the legendary sword. Glancing around, he smiled lightly and said, "It's a good harvest."

There was insufficient light around him, but he could see clearly that the group of demons and fairies had exploded at least two pieces of gold equipment and a number of gold coins. He didn't know if it was because his fifteen small amulets were effective, but on other occasions, such a harvest could be called a miracle.

"Well, we are lucky." Guerrela smiled lightly, but could not hide the excitement in her tone. Although he and his team members already had a full set of dark gold, a group of demons and fairies exploded with two pieces of gold equipment and several pieces of blue equipment, which was enough to surpass any previous battle. This ratio is so awesome.

We are all smart people and know how to get what we need. Two pieces of newly released golden equipment were immediately distributed to those in need. Everyone knows that the goal this time is to destroy the throne, and it is important to improve their strength as much as possible.

"I'm sorry, brother. I'll need a bottle of comprehensive rejuvenation potion when I get back." Hurtado was a cheerful person and shouted at Lanwu carelessly.

Lan Wu contributed the most in the battles along the way, but he never asked for anything else. He also refused to let this powerful but very eccentric guy suffer, and more than once took the initiative to ask for a reduction in his remuneration.

Lan Wu smiled and said nothing. It seems that he did suffer a lot, but in fact his ambitions were very great. By winning over these powerful barbarians and destroying the throne, the harvest will be much greater.

Guerrera was also used to Lan Wu's selfless dedication, and immediately stood up, shouldered the Bone Crusher Blade and shouted: "Let's go, go to the Throne of Destruction to talk to Baal about life."