All-Professional Master of Darkness

Lan Wu fainted again. ɱ

The strong wind rolled him up and down in the sky, making him dizzy and his stomach churn. He couldn't help but vomit all the overnight meals while still in the sky.

Fortunately, although Tag'ao's methods were a bit rough, he was quite kind. The strong wind rolled Lan Wu, who was dizzy, and sent him back to the ground safely.

"I... vomit..." Lan Wu was lying on the hot sand. He was about to curse in Chinese to vent his anger, but his stomach churned again. He lay on the ground again and vomited a little gastric juice. After vomiting for a long time in the sky, there was nothing left in his stomach.

After finally recovering, Lan Wu lay on the sand with a pale face, looking up at the blue sky with lifeless eyes. This tossing made him lose half of his life. Suddenly, he felt a dark in front of his eyes, and vaguely saw a figure walking in front of him.

"God... God's Grace?" Lan Wu was startled at first, then delighted when he heard this familiar scream. He remembered what Tagio said at the last moment, saying that he would send him directly to a distant oasis. If this is a distant oasis, and he heard a familiar voice, then this person must be the former mercenary leader, Gretz. "Are you Gretz?" Lan Wu jumped up in surprise even though he was still dizzy and couldn't see the scenery clearly. He just subconsciously forgot the honorific. "It's me." Gretz was equally excited to see Lan Wu, the God's Grace who was good at creating miracles, again. At this time, Lan Wu also regained his vision. Seeing Grez's weather-beaten face and his fully armed outfit, he laughed dumbly: "Lord Grez, are you hunting?"

"Of course not." Grez laughed and said proudly: "This is a distant oasis. As long as you are willing to spend time, there will be no shortage of food and water. I am patrolling nearby to prevent those damn demons from attacking our camp."

"You are awesome." Lan Wu laughed and gave Grez a warm hug. If you can find Grez, everything will no longer be a problem.

"Come with me, tell me about the current situation when you get to a safe place." Grez was mature and prudent after all, so he walked in front to lead the way.

The two walked all the way, walked nearly twenty miles, and stopped in the evening. Before Grez could speak to remind him, Lan Wu had stepped forward and injected mana into the four broken stone statues that looked like ordinary stone pillars. Soon a portal appeared in the middle of the four stone statues.

"I forgot that this place was originally discovered by you and Gross." Grez smiled and walked into the portal first. This is the rule he made. Many mercenaries were deployed near the portal of the underground temple. If they found a stranger, they would attack him in groups. A large number of demons could not be dealt with, but working together to deal with one or several demons was enough. He had to go down and inform them first to prevent his mercenaries from accidentally hurting Lan Wu.

Returning to the old place, Lan Wu looked up and looked around, feeling a little emotional. Several years had passed in a flash. The Dark Crow Organization that had troubled Lu Gaoyin and the Rogue Camp had been wiped out. I'm afraid that only this former nest was left. Nothing has changed.

"Haven't Gross and Lord Warriv arrived yet?" Lan Wu looked around and asked casually.

"Gross is still alive?" Gretz was surprised and surprised, and stepped forward to grab Lan Wu's shoulders, his eyes red: "Thank God for the protection of the gods, he is still alive."

"He can't die." Lan Wu shook his shoulders and broke free from Gretz's big hand, which surprised the latter. The gods in his impression did not have such great strength.

Lan Wu smiled, did not explain, and directly changed the subject and asked: "How many people do you have left here?"

Grez's expression quickly dimmed when he heard this. He laughed at himself and shook his head and said: "There are only 112 mercenaries and 53 civilians left. There are no old people, no women, and no children. This is all the number of us."

"Let them all come. I can make everyone a professional." Lan Wu laughed and signaled Grez to quickly gather people. Although the situation here is bad, it is a very ideal result.

Without the burden of old people, children and women, as long as everyone is transferred to a professional, the strength of everyone can break through the siege and go to the paradise of New Tristram. The only thing to do is to let Akara check and filter it at that time, find out the guys who are prone to ambition, and try to find a reason to send them out to die, so as to eliminate the hidden dangers in the bud. It will take at least more than a month to complete the job transfer, and it will take about a month to arrive in New Tristram. After two months, the ambitious people who suddenly gained strength are about to breed ambitions. It was just right for Akara to "see" the ambitions of this kind of people.

One hundred and sixty-five survivors were quickly summoned by Graze to this hall that could accommodate thousands of people. When they learned that they could become professionals, they all cried with joy. The biggest problem that has troubled them so far is their lack of strength.

If this place was not located underground and was once the Dark Crow's Nest. The Dark Crows reinforced this nest a lot. Not to mention that it is impregnable, at least it can isolate the perception of some sensitive demons and resist demon creatures such as sandworms that can move underground.

Lanwu wasted no time and began to condense the seeds of power again just like he did in New Tristram. However, this time he was cautious and did not ask these survivors which power they favored. They were all Crusaders or Monks. If the original rebellion happened three years later and the rebels had all new professions, then even if the Skeleton King came to help, the rebellion might not be quelled in a short time.

Although the Crusader and the Monk are equally powerful, they are all strength-based professions after all. Their agility is not as good as that of the Demon Hunter, their weirdness is not as good as that of the Witch Doctor, and they do not have the wide range of magic skills of the Magician. Even the strength is slightly inferior to the improved barbarian that is enhanced on the basis of the barbarian.

Late at night, the last mercenary accepted the power seed and began to concentrate on fusion. Lan Wu was once again so tired that he felt dizzy and couldn't even stand firmly. He was tired and hungry, so he ate some dry bread, drank some cold water, and then threw himself on the bed under Graze's arrangement and fell asleep.

In the days that followed, Lan Wu concentrated on recovering the consumed souls. He didn't care about the integration of the mercenaries under Glaze with the civilians, and just stayed in the room to recuperate.

All the mercenaries and civilians who received the power seeds also cherished this opportunity to improve their strength, and the progress was quite smooth. In less than a month, 90% of people have successfully integrated the power seeds and become professionals. The remaining ten or so people are about to merge successfully.

At this time, Glaze brought back the dusty Gross and Warev at noon one day.