All-Professional Master of Darkness

Hardinson's expression changed. This man appeared strangely, blocking his full blow at the critical moment. This strength alone is no longer comparable to that of Rasuk and his ilk. Immediately, he shouted loudly, and the giant ax in his hand suddenly pressed down.

"Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, the giant ax seemed to be resting on an ancient rock, motionless. The huge force that suddenly burst out just now seemed to be a complete illusion. Hardinson's heart trembled, and he stepped away five or six meters away without thinking, watching the uninvited guest warily.

"God...the benefactor of God." Qualkek regained consciousness, and when he saw the man standing in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but bulge.

"There are many people chasing after you. Go back and be careful not to be attacked by others." Lan Wu didn't explain too much, just gave a simple reminder and strode forward. He was very concerned about the archangel aura that erupted from Hardinson just now. Not only had I experienced it with Tyrael, but I had also experienced it with Imparis. There is no mistake, it is the aura that belongs exclusively to the Archangel.

Qualkek was at a loss.

He knew there were many people behind him. Rasuk and the others were still watching the battle from behind... Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, and hurriedly got up and rushed back to Rasuk and the others.

"Quick, that traitor Hardinson has arranged a backup plan. Defense!" Qualkirk immediately started making arrangements.

There were only a dozen whizzing sounds in the wind, and a dozen tall black figures approaching from a distance. Qualkek's eyes narrowed. He sensed an aura from these dozen black figures that was no less than his own. No matter which one is at least on the same level as Hardinson. Especially the dark figure taking the lead, the aura on his body is almost comparable to that of himself who has comprehended the ancient aura.

Strong! Still a dozen strong men!

Qualkek's throat burned with anxiety. A Hardinson is difficult to deal with. There are more than a dozen strong men of the same strength. How can I resist it alone?

"Formation..." Qualkek roared anxiously.

Before they finished speaking, Guerrera and Will shouted in surprise at the same time: "It's not the enemy, it's Hurtado and the others."

Qualkek was stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief. He admitted that Hurtado's strength had skyrocketed after accepting that new inheritance. But he couldn't accept it at all. After just half a day, Hurtado's strength skyrocketed again.

"It's Hurtado!"

More and more barbarians recognized the dozen black figures. Suppressed exclamations came one after another. The strength of Hurtado and a dozen other people has soared to an unbelievable level. For a time, the original suggestion of the benefactor Lan Wu gradually occupied their hearts.

Is this a new inheritance?

Rasuk and others had very complicated feelings. Only one day has passed. Is it such an exaggeration? If someone had said in the past that it only takes one day to increase one's strength tenfold, they would probably think it was a temptation from the devil. But the facts are in front of us, and no one thinks that such a miracle only exists in fantasy.

Not long after, Hurtado and a dozen others strode to the front of the crowd. Hurtado glanced at these tribesmen and said in a deep voice: "There are probably more than 2,000 masters of at least level 60 coming here from more than ten miles away."

Everyone was in an uproar.

More than two thousand masters above level 60 came to attack. This was such a desperate force. At present, the two hundred or so barbarians are at best a small sandcastle in front of the huge waves, the kind built by children. In the face of such a huge force, most of them may even be wiped out in just an instant.

"Lord Divine Benefactor said... your tribe may have been destroyed by them." Hurtado calmly explained Lan Wu's previous instructions: "Lord Divine Benefactor hopes that you will leave before they arrive. "

Qualkek was stunned. Rasuk and others were also shocked.

The tribe had been destroyed by that traitorous man in Hardinson? How can this be?

But when he thought that the number of people chasing him reached two thousand, they were all masters above level 60. Taking advantage of the fact that the barbarian elites like themselves were far away from the tribe, they launched a sneak attack. The tribesmen who stayed behind were really powerless to resist.

"Qualkek, let's go back quickly." Lasuk's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety.

"It's too late." Qualkek shook his head indifferently.

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Rasuk suddenly became furious and stepped forward to grab Qualkek's collar. But seeing the pained look on Qualkek's face, he let go.

"While we are still alive, we have hope of rescuing our tribe from the traitor Hardinson." Qualkek said coldly: "Rasuk, take your tribe and leave here immediately. From now on, the tribe will be left to you. ”

"What do you mean?" Rasuk was stunned. Does this mean that Qualkek doesn't plan to go with everyone?

"I have done too many mistakes. The only redemption now is to block those guys for you." Qualcaike regained his previous coldness and dragged his sword backwards to Hurtado and others. He glanced at Hurtado, patted Hurtado's shoulder hard, and passed through the crowd silently.

Hurtado's eyes heated up. This means that Qualkek has forgiven himself. He calmed down his turbulent mood, turned around and shouted at Lasuk and others who were in a daze: "Go quickly, get out of here quickly."

Rasuk gritted his teeth, waved his hand and hissed: "Follow me, get out of here."

Guerrera and Will hesitated for a moment, then strode up to Hurtado. The latter laughed loudly, shook his head and said: "You guys should go too. I have decided to follow the Lord of Divine Benefit. Where you are, I, Hurtado, exist." After a pause, he lowered his head again and laughed at himself: " What's more, now that I have been kicked out of the tribe, the future of my tribe is left to you."

Guerrela and the two were silent. They understood Hurtado's inner pain. Being expelled from the tribe was like a stab in the heart for Hurtado, who had always made it his lifelong ambition to revive the barbarian race. Although Qualcaike used practical actions to forgive Hurtado, Hurtado was still an expelled sinner until he was accepted by his tribe.

"Come back alive." Guerrera hugged Hurtado hard, turned around and left resolutely.

Will hugged Hurtado equally sadly and followed the large army led by Lasuk away quickly. Hurtado watched the team disappear into the night, twitched his stuffy nose hard, and turned around again.

"This is my responsibility. There is no need for you to stay." Qualkek stared into the dark distance and said indifferently without looking back.

"Hahaha..." Hurtado raised his brows and laughed loudly: "The Divine Benefactor is not that easy to die. We followers are also not that easy to die."

A smile appeared on Qualkek's stern face. He could tell that Hurtado didn't mean what he said. A dozen or so people trying to block more than two thousand experts who were at least level 60 felt ridiculous no matter how they thought about it. He didn't want to expose this illusory lie. As a barbarian, it is the highest honor to be able to die on the battlefield.

"You guys aren't leaving yet?"

With a sudden word, a person was thrown to their feet with a pop.