All-Professional Master of Darkness

The nights on the Yaret Plateau are cold.

The howling cold wind blew, making the already cold air even colder, like a knife cutting through it. Lan Wu and his party sat around in a simple shack, and the burning bonfire became their hope for survival.

No one said anything. Being expelled by the barbarian tribe during the day made everyone feel uncomfortable. Especially Hurtado, his ambition since childhood was to lead the barbarian clan to become the most powerful force in Harrogas. Hardinson did, but not in the way he hoped. Like Gerrera and Will, they both respect pure blood.

Hardinson's betrayal gave him hope. All the impure-blooded savages went to Hardinson. The remaining more than a thousand people are of pure barbarian blood. Hurtado thought he could fulfill his wish, but now he was expelled by the tribe. Needless to say, he was in a very bad mood. Even if the strength is greatly increased, it is difficult to make up for the loss.

The dozen or so subordinates who followed were relatively less disappointed. The desire for strength and trust in Hurtado made up for the loss. In addition to being sad about being expelled from the tribe, most of them were yearning for a new inheritance.

There was a crackling sound, and a small spark exploded from the bonfire, breaking the silence in the shack. Seeing that Hurtado and others were not sleepy at all, Lan Wu coughed and said: "This is a new inheritance..."

As he spoke, Lan Wu raised his index finger, and his fingertip quickly condensed into a power seed. Before he finished speaking, everyone, including Hurtado, raised their heads and cast their gazes on it.

"Who comes first?" Lan Wu smiled knowingly and looked around everyone.

"I'll do it." A barbarian in his early thirties stood up abruptly, his eyes full of desire. Barbarians are a stereotyped race and a race with a big heart. Now that they have been expelled from the tribe, it is easier for them to accept reality.

Seeing someone willing to be the first to stand up, Lan Wu jumped at the chance. The power seed suddenly flew out and sank directly into the barbarian's eyebrows. Lan Wu immediately shouted in a low voice: "Start the fusion immediately, the sooner the better."

Without saying a word, the barbarian immediately crossed his legs, closed his eyes and started fusion. Others turned their gazes to him, their eyes filled with expectations, curiosity, and other expressions.

"Your bloodline has advantages that others cannot match. The new inheritance will greatly enhance your strength." Lan Wu lost no time in explaining to everyone. The conversation suddenly changed and he said seriously: "But this will also become your biggest challenge. Weaknesses. The sudden increase in strength will make you lose the possibility of further improvement."

Everyone, including Hurtado, was stunned. Especially Hurtado, whose eyes were obviously a little more panicked. If we lose the possibility of further improvement, it is better to rest on our laurels and retain the original inheritance.

"That's right, I'm reminding you, Hurtado." Lanwu's eyes were fixed on Hurtado's face: "When I was in the Amazon tribe, I had already killed the best among them in one night. Amazon has mastered several new skills. Even the slightly inferior Amazon has mastered at least one. But you... I guess you haven't mastered the new skill yet?"

After hearing this, Hurtado's face suddenly became hot. Lan Wu guessed correctly. It wasn't like he hadn't fully integrated his new heritage until the morning. His talent is quite outstanding, and combined with pure barbarian blood, the fusion was completed in just two hours. However, the sudden increase in strength made him unable to believe the facts before him. He checked again and again, and it was not until dawn that he accepted the fact that his strength had soared. In other words, for a whole night, after integrating the new inheritance, he did not further understand this new inheritance. Now that he got Lan Wu's advice, he realized how stupid he was and wasted a whole night.

"Yes... I'm sorry." Hurtado lowered his head in shame, immediately closed his eyes and began to gain new understanding.

The corner of Lan Wu's mouth curled up, but he did not continue to speak, and immediately began to gather new seeds of strength. It took more than an hour for all the dozen or so barbarians to merge.

"Phew." Lan Wu breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes swept over the faces of Hurtado and others. More than an hour has passed, and the barbarian who was the first to fuse the power seeds should be almost half fused. I believe the integration can be completed in no more than two hours. But this was not a result he could accept.

Today's Yareat Plateau is full of dangers. The big and small forces are ambitious. Leaving aside the people like Hardinson, other large and small forces are also trying to annex other forces and strive for hegemony. This does not mean that these people like to fight among themselves. It's just because Diavolo and Baal have led all the demons to kill heaven. There are no external threats to the Arreat Plateau now. Out of shortsightedness or other reasons, everyone took advantage of this rare opportunity to unify the large and small forces on the Arreat Plateau.

Compared with those large and small forces, strictly speaking, the strength of these ten or so people is enough to compare with a medium-sized force with hundreds of professionals. Unfortunately, the number of people is too small. In the eyes of other forces, they are out-and-out the weakest force. They are absolute noobs and weaklings. If they don't eat the meat that comes to their lips, they will be disrespecting the gift of the gods.

They are powerful and few in number, but they have always been a major weakness of the team. Lan Wu was not afraid of being besieged. He is proficient in all professions and has countless means of escape. I remember when I was in the demon army, I felt like I was at home. I could fight whenever I wanted and run away whenever I wanted. Even if professionals from the entire Arreat Plateau came to besiege me, breaking out of the siege would be as easy as a piece of cake.

But Hurtado and the others are not good enough.

The new inheritance is not an immortal method. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how strong you are, it will be difficult to escape under the pressure of sheer numbers. Hurtado and others are the seedlings of hope for the future of mankind that Lan Wu has deliberately recruited. If they were destroyed on the Arreat Plateau or died in the hands of humans, they would really be in tears.

Therefore, equipping Hurtado with several newly inherited skills as quickly as possible, combined with his large number of all-professional skills, is enough to ensure that even hundreds or even thousands of people can defeat him.

It was late at night, and late at night, the last barbarian also completed the fusion and began to learn new skills. Lan Wu fixed his eyes on Hurtado and smiled knowingly.

At this time, Hurtado's face was a little more excited, and he had obviously successfully mastered new skills, but he still didn't know if this genius barbarian could be as talented as Denise.

Thinking of Denise, the corners of Lan Wu's mouth curled up slightly. It is not known whether this Amazonian genius has entered New Tristram. With more than a thousand Amazons, plus more than a thousand barbarians, these combat strengths should be enough to ensure that New Tristram will not be breached by demons. If you include the more than 30,000 professionals in New Tristram, it is enough to form a powerful force to participate in the decisive battle between hell and heaven and seek a hope for mankind.

Just when Lan Wu was lost in thoughts and drifted back to New Tristram involuntarily, more than a hundred black figures quietly touched the outside of the barbarian tribe under the cover of night.