All-Professional Master of Darkness

"You..." Lan Wu looked at the simple camp in front of him and was speechless for a long time.

In front of him was a camp that was even simpler than the original Rogge camp. Sentinels on duty stood on the two-meter-high stone wall. The armor on their bodies was in disrepair. The only thing left that could be considered intact was the weapon in his hand.

There are few houses in the camp. It is built on the mountain, and a piece of land is enclosed along the mountain. Large and small tattered tents spread throughout the camp, which is about the size of three football fields. Some can even see the scene inside the tent

The savages who had risen were gathering in the only clearing. There was a bonfire burning there, with an iron pot on it, and something was cooking inside. If he hadn't seen the barbarians, he would have even suspected that this was the camp of the Sinking Demon.

"This is the punishment given to us by God." Guerrera glanced at the pitifully simple camp with an indifferent expression, not caring at all.

There is no need to say much about the significance of the Holy Mountain of Arreat to the barbarian clan. When the sacred mountain was destroyed, these traditional barbarians did not feel sorry for themselves or even suffered a mental breakdown. Instead, they believed that this was punishment for their failure to protect the sacred mountain. This makes Lan Wu have to admire their optimism.

At this time, the barbarians in the camp also saw the return of Guerrela and his party. A sturdy barbarian, bare-chested, separated from the crowd and strode forward, facing him with a fierce aura.

"Is he Will?" Lan Wu recognized this barbarian, who was a direct blood descendant of the immortal king Bulcaisuo. But this young barbarian with the blood of the Immortal King is completely different from the original one.

"You...are you a divine benefactor?" Will also recognized Lan Wu at this time. But he wasn't sure. No wonder. Back then, Lan Wu had weird runes all over his body, and he looked like a wizard from an African tribe. But now that the runes were all inside his body, of course he didn't recognize them.

Guerrela smiled calmly and led Weiss and others into the camp knowingly.

Lan Wu looked up and down at this barbarian who was so weak at first, and felt very emotional in his heart. After several years of not seeing each other, Will has grown into a qualified savage. Fortunately, he planned to kidnap Will back to New Tristram. As a result, so many accidents happened, but nothing happened in the end.

At the same time, Will was also sizing up the benefactor who valued him very much at the beginning. Not long after, he suddenly smiled shyly, hugged Lan Wu forcefully, and slapped his back hard with his big hand: "I thought you died in the hands of the devil."

"I won't die that easily." Lan Wu smiled and also slapped Will hard on the back.

"Hahaha..." The two of them laughed at the same time. Scenes from that year reappeared in their minds.

After chatting for a while, Lan Wu looked at Will again and said with a smile: "Do you still have any plans to become a blacksmith? If you want, come back to New Tristram with me."

"Of course I will not forget my ideal. But now my ideal is to take revenge on hell. They destroyed our holy mountain." Will laughed to himself.

"We'll talk about this later." Lan Wu also changed the topic knowingly: "I originally planned to let you win the competition. But an unexpected accident happened. As compensation, I will give you a gift."

Will was stunned for a moment, then laughed dumbly and said, "I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me. Utama is still our tradition. But the content of the competition has changed."

"I didn't expect that after seeing each other for several years, you would already be racist?" Lan Wu squinted and rolled his eyes angrily. Of course he could hear the deliberate avoidance in Will's words.

Will smiled bitterly. He doesn't want to either. But the situation in the camp is not good now. Of course, what can be avoided must be avoided. But he is confident. Even a rabid racist like Guerrera has embraced other professions, let alone others. As long as there is time, everything will develop in the ideal direction. But not yet.

"Come on, let me see how much you have changed in the past few years." Lan Wu saw that Will had something unspeakable in his heart. He took out his two-handed sword with a smile, stepped back a few steps, and hooked him in a posture. .

"Okay." Will was worried about how to explain. Seeing that Lan Wu wanted to compete with him, he took out his own weapon on the spot without thinking, which was also a two-handed sword.

The two of them got into a posture, attracting the attention of others in the camp. Barbarians have always advocated force. Seeing the duel outside the camp, most of the people rushed over. In a short period of time, the stone wall was covered with densely packed heads.

"Be careful." Lan Wu suddenly smiled, clenched the legendary sword with both hands, and struck it heavily on the ground.

Will was determined to show Lan Wu his progress over the past few years. Unexpectedly, Lan Wu suddenly had such a weird skill, and his reaction was inevitably half a second slower. It only takes half a second to decide the outcome.

Suddenly a shock wave swept across. The flat land suddenly boiled like a rough lake. In just a short moment, the shock wave passed under Will's feet.

Will suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered a few steps, and then fell down suddenly. His eyes were full of circles, and he had been stunned by the ground-shaking trampling. As soon as the dizziness ended and he regained his vision, he saw a two-handed sword with a frightening coldness pointed at his throat.

"I lost." Will felt frustrated. I thought that his strength, which was comparable to Guerrera's, would be enough to surprise Lan Wu. In the end, Lan Wu was no match for him. If he had encountered an enemy, he would have turned into a corpse by now.

The people watching behind the stone wall were also stunned. Will is making rapid progress in the camp. In just four years, he had grown enough to rival the best barbarians such as Guerrera. Everyone was convinced by him. But what he saw just now was that Will couldn't even take one of the opponent's moves.

"This is the gift I want to give you." Lan Wu took back the legendary sword and extended his hand to Will.

Will stood up with Lan Wu's right hand and said in surprise: "Are you willing to teach me?"

Lan Wu just smiled and said nothing. The purpose of coming here is for pure-blooded barbarians like Will. But it’s not good to talk about this purpose right now. The destruction of the Holy Mountain of Arreat left only hatred and nothing else in the hearts of these barbarians.

"Hey, kid, why do I think the skill you just had has something to do with us barbarians?"

Suddenly an unkind voice came from the crowd. Lan Wu looked up and was happy. Isn't the guy behind the stone wall none other than Qasi's father, Rasuk? Didn't this guy go to see his daughter Qiaxi?

"Actually..." Lan Wu didn't care about Rasuk's tone. After all, the relationship with Qia Xi lies there. As an elder, it's okay if you are rude. It just shows that Rasuk doesn't regard himself as an outsider.

But in a blink of an eye, his expression changed slightly, and he swallowed the next words again.