Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1025: The evil old drunkard (2)

Fortunately, there were no soldiers around to watch, otherwise word would have spread that the two elders of the alliance and the intelligence chief of the elves (of course, it is almost impossible for anyone on the human side to know Jeluka's identity) were having fun together, which would have made hundreds of people laugh. The family talked about the embarrassing incident for a while.

"It really doesn't matter. You don't need to go down and help?"

After Jeluka snatched back her little yellow book, the farce was over. Of course, the battle at the foot of the mountain was still in full swing. Watching the human steel Great Wall formed by the adventurers and the fierce torrent of monsters The collision and the crystal fragment incident made this operation much more difficult. I asked worriedly.

I have participated in hunting operations in the first world, and I know the dangers involved. Indeed, among the currently known races, the adventurers of the Human Alliance have the largest number, the best warriors, and the most tacit team composition. This is a fact that no one can deny, but when it comes to large-scale teamwork, then this ranking may be reversed. This is also a shortcoming of the alliance's small team adventure experience mode. No wonder Akara will do everything possible to tinker with some team training. cooperative action.

"Don't worry, those idiots are not as bad as you think."

The old drunkard, who looked a little flamboyant and glorious, had one foot on the corner and crossed her arms. The strong wind blew her wine-red cloak. People who didn't know the truth would really be attracted by her look like this. I was deceived into thinking how heroic this alliance elder is.

"Even if you say that, I won't be worried."

I rolled my eyes at the old drunkard's attempt to act cool and resolutely ignored it.

"Hmph, a guy who doesn't have confidence in his own people will sooner or later be stabbed in the back by the enemy."

"So, you are very confident in me?"

"Too naive, brat. For me, even if there are thousands of lives in this world, I am still alone. Standing on the top of the peak, tasting loneliness, there is no so-called one of my own."

"..."

Pointing at the old drunkard who suddenly became righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he was possessed by Dugu Qiubai, I motioned to Jeluka to remember these words, preferably with a memory crystal, and then wait until one day to read her words again. Read it out in front of people who know how virtuous she is, and see how kind-skinned this guy is and whether he will blush.

However, as the battle continued, I finally understood what the old drunkard meant. It was indeed me who was overly worried.

This is not to say that on our side, those adventurers have great teamwork. They can form an S formation one moment, and then switch to the B formation the next.

To be honest, from this condescending, bird's-eye view of the battlefield, I can fully feel the extent of the teamwork of these guys. The current situation is that although everyone gathers together to fight and kill, it seems that there is no doubt that it is a battle. Group war, but the reality is this:

First of all, there is still a team part. For example, the Paladin, Barbarian, and Druid stand at the front, facing the impact of monsters, playing the dual roles of human shield and meat grinder. Professionals such as mages, Amazons, and assassins are located at the front. In the middle and rear, it outputs damage to its heart's content, strangling monsters in waves at an alarming speed. Occasionally, if there is a shortage of manpower, the Amazon will hold a spear and play the role of a human shield for a while.

If you just see this, some people may think, Huh? Although the cooperation is not perfect, at least the progress and retreat are orderly and there are not too many mistakes. This is indeed good teamwork.

But if you look closely, you will find that in this seemingly harmonious cooperation, there is also a very strong team fighting style.

For example, their respective teams will get together. Of course, this is not to say that this is not good. Fighting with comrades who have cooperated with them for decades will naturally bring out more powerful strength. However, once such a structure is formed, , the whole group became fragmented.

Standing at our height, we can clearly see that although the teams are next to each other, there seems to be a clear boundary in the middle. What metaphor can I use? Hmm, just like the chain boats in the Battle of Chibi, they are just symbolically connected with iron chains. Such a team, let alone how many boats there are, will not be used as "a fleet" The description probably means this.

It seems that Akara's hard work has not been rewarded in the budget. After realizing this, I started to cry in my heart. No wonder, the monster besieged the village not long after arriving in Diablo, and the subsequent operation to support the elves, The Second World Lu Gaoyin Defense War, etc., etc. Whenever these events occur, Akara's face will shine with a strange sheen of worry and excitement.

Since what makes the defense stable is not perfect teamwork, there must be other reasons. This reason, after watching it for a short while, I immediately understood.

Well, strength is strength. To be more precise, skills have a big advantage.

Compared with the hunting operation in the demon fortress in the first world, this battle has the following obvious differences.

The monster has become stronger, that's for sure. From projection to ***, the strength has increased more than ten times, and it's not just strength, but also wisdom. Although ***'s wisdom is not that good compared to humans, it's At least if you know how to think, and even use your brain a little bit, you can do this.

The improvement in strength and wisdom makes the monsters in the second world more terrifying. They are no longer like the first world. They can rely on the opponent's stupidity. An adventure team can defeat their own team with just a little trick. An army of monsters whose overall strength was dozens or even hundreds of times was annihilated.

In the second world, it is basically impossible to eliminate a tribe of thousands of monsters with the power of an adventure team. If you encounter such a thing, such as killing a mini-boss, there will basically be hundreds of monsters around. Thousands of monster thugs, if they are not a top-notch adventure team, will usually call a team with better connections. They would rather have less loot than take that kind of huge risk.

Of course, on the contrary, because these monsters have certain IQ and opinions, most of the time, they no longer always get together in groups like in the first world. In the second world, dozens of combinations are often seen. The number ranges from a few hundred to a thousand, and they probably only appear around the mini-boss. However, there are exceptions, such as the Sunken Demon Tribe in Rogge Camp, the Blood Eagle's Nest, the Dwarf Tribe in Kurast, and the Demon Fortress. The combination of flesh-and-blood resuscitators + flesh-and-blood beasts. It is quite common for these monsters to number thousands in a tribe. Fortunately, these monsters are not difficult to deal with for experienced adventurers as long as they are well prepared and make no mistakes. .

The topic has changed. This is the situation with the monsters, but what about the adventurers?

It is certain that compared to the adventurers of the Demon Fortress in the first world, the strength of these adventurers has also improved a lot, and the cooperation tactics between the teams have also been enriched a lot. Generally speaking, the improvement of the two is still relatively high. Balanced.

In terms of IQ... well, I can only say that compared to the adventurers of the Demon Fortress in the First World, these guys are much stronger in terms of coordination and tactics. In terms of IQ, there is no clear verification so far. From the Demon Fortress to the Demon Fortress in the Second World, in the past few decades, whether the IQ of adventurers has improved, there may be this gratifying possibility, and we cannot deny the negative counter-argument that they have become dumber. .

Ahem, in short, the overall strength improvement of adventurers and monsters is roughly balanced, and the number of monsters has not increased or decreased much.

So this gap is reflected in skills.

Yes, from projection to ***, the monster's attack methods may have become much more flexible and enriched, but one thing remains unchanged, and that is the skills. The fat beast in the first world can only spit out corpses, but in the second world The fat beast can only spit out corpses, not to mention the ability to spit out beautiful women. The big deal is that the spitting distance is farther, the hit is more accurate, and the angle is more coquettish.

As for the adventurers, you can think about it. The adventurers in the Demon Fortress in the first world are at levels 40-50. In other words, most of them are less than level 5 and level 48. The mages have not learned how to use blizzards and meteorites. , not to mention the three major domination skills of Frozen Ball and the final level, most druids have not learned volcano, storm, destruction of heaven and earth, summoning grizzly bear, Amazon's Valkyrie, Assassin's Domination Shadow, Paladin Aura of belief, aura of fanaticism, etc.

In the Demon Fortress of the Second World, most adventurers are between 65 and 70 levels. They have learned everything that needs to be learned, and even some of the skills have been optimized a lot. This is an unprecedented advantage.

Then, we stood here and saw the Druid's Destruction of Heaven and Earth, the Mage's Blizzard, Ice Ball, Meteor, Hydra Fire Snake, not to mention other skills, these alone disrupted the entire battlefield. Sometimes there are dark clouds rolling in, sometimes there is thunder, sometimes there are fires, the ground is cracked, and volcanoes erupt. It is like a doomsday scene, which makes people feel helpless and self-destructive. "It doesn't matter whether we need teamwork or not." idea.

I was very powerless at the moment. I originally wanted to lend a hand, but I didn’t expect that even with the interference of the crystal fragments, the adventurers below were still coquettish. Compared with the hunting operations in the demon fortress in the first world, they were incomparable. Let me They all had the idea of ​​"should I play the role of a monster and wake these guys up?"

"In other words, now you should understand that the ordinary level crystal fragment incident will not play any role at all under such random attacks. In addition, the monsters are crowded and you can't hide even if you want to. The so-called chaos It’s so fitting to punch the old master to death.”

The old drunkard pointed at a dead area covered by blizzard ice balls and meteorites. As he spoke, another plague javelin was thrown out, piercing an elite fanatic.

"such a pity!!!"

Seeing that elite fanatic exploded a lot of things and was instantly buried in the monster group. The facial muscles of the old drunkard and I kept twitching. For Rogge's second and third stingy, it was a big deal. The equipment disappearing like this is more painful than being scratched directly on the body by a monster.

If it were the stingy old man Farah, I guess he would teleport over and pick it up at all costs.

After feeling heartbroken for a long time, the old drunkard continued with endless blood, tears and regret.

"There are only two things we have to do now. The first is to prevent monsters above the elite level in the third world. The resistance of monsters at this level has been greatly improved, and those magic areas may not be able to stop them. , and once they get close to the defense line, the adventurers will be in danger."

The elite monsters in the third world are the weakest, such as a fallen demon, a dwarf or a flesh-and-blood beast. They all have strengths close to the pseudo-realm, and are stronger than an adventurer.

The more powerful ones, such as the death knight encountered in Kurast, are directly at the peak of the pseudo-realm. With such a monster approaching, it can kill a well-prepared adventure team in just a moment, let alone It's said to be a surprise attack.

This kind of monster is very dangerous.

Of course, the elite-level death knight is not the strongest among the elite-level. There are even stronger beings, such as the elite-level Forgotten Knight, the elite-level King of Death, etc. These categories are uniquely endowed, as demon kings and demon gods. If a monster exists as a close guard, if it reaches the elite level, there is no need to guess its strength, at least it will be at the domain level.

Taking a step further, if these types of powerful monsters reach the lord level, that is, the mini-boss level, the title they will receive in the hell world will be the Demon King!

Having dealt with elite-level monsters from the Third World several times, I firmly believe in what the old drunkard said. Monsters of this level must not be allowed to get close to them.

"What's one more thing?"

"You're stupid, of course the second thing is to clean the battlefield."

The old drunkard hit my head with a javelin and cursed loudly.

"Those third-world monsters are extremely smart. There must be some who see the battle situation clearly, know that nothing can be done, and choose to retreat. The second thing we have to do is to clean up these cowards."

"Make sure you didn't go up there to steal a few pieces of equipment." Holding my head, I stared at the old drunkard with suspicion.

"I'm not that kind of person."

She spoke with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, but the greedy look shining in her eyes had completely exposed her true nature.

"Then shouldn't we have taken a detour to the rear of the monster and wait for it when the battle just started?"

I yelled loudly at the old drunkard, this guy, knowing this kind of thing, still dares to watch the battle leisurely here! !

"no problem, no problem."

The old drunkard just gave up, glanced down, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes, there are actually people in this world who are dumber than you."

Following the direction of her finger, we saw a small black dot, which went against the trend of the monsters and quietly left the group.

The three of us have very sharp eyes. If it were ordinary adventurers, it would be impossible to see such a small scene in such a distance.

“Aren’t you doing this to tell others clearly that I am a monster from the third world?”

Saying this, the old drunkard picked up a javelin placed at her feet and threw it down, completing her three kills today.

"..."

There must be at least tens of thousands of meters between here and the monster with eyes separated from the battlefield. Is this old drunkard a human or a long-range missile?

"I wish all those monsters were that stupid."

He took a sip of wine with satisfaction and breathed out the mist of wine, and the old drunkard laughed.

It is a pity that until the afternoon, when the hunting battle came to an end, there were only three or two such idiots who left early, and then we caught them and died under the javelin of the old drunkard. The other guys were probably Sensing something, they huddled in the torrent of monsters one by one. They neither moved forward nor stepped into the old drunkard's warning range, nor retreated. Instead, they wandered around in it, waiting for the opportunity to escape. In this way, even the old drunkard There's nothing you can do about them.

Finally, as dusk was approaching, the few remaining monsters collapsed and fled in all directions.

"Time to get to work, brat."

When I heard these words, the old drunkard disappeared without a trace.

"Let's go too."

Relying on the tracking magic device obtained through copyright infringement, Old God Jeluka and I stood there, laughing like a villain boss, before jumping down.

"I said, Jeluka, can you change to a fixed falling mode in the future?"

After falling thousands of meters high, Jeluka naturally had to rely on my help to avoid being disgraced, but this time she used the position of sitting on my shoulders.

Although the soft ** touch coming from the shoulders and closely and seamlessly sticking to the hips is not annoying, but I still hope that it will be better to have a fixed position in the future, such as a princess hug or something.

"So how about this?"

I brushed the top of my head a few times, and then a small yellow book opened in front of my eyes. On it was a drawing of a superman flying with his fists raised in the air, and a pitiful girl stood on it.

It's a shame that she can still draw these things in this falling state... Wait, isn't that what we're talking about now? !

Why do I have to pose in this stupid and embarrassing Superman flying pose, and who is the guy standing on my back, who is like flying on a skateboard, or flying with a sword? Who is it? ! !

Unfortunately, before I could complain, the ground had already collapsed. Why did it feel like the fall was so fast this time?

After transforming into a moon wolf, I landed lightly on the ground, kicked off my feet, and immediately rushed towards the direction where the monsters dispersed. Jeluka, the old god, was still riding on my shoulders and took out the tracking magic device. , like a girl who is dressing up, carefully and carefully wear it on the left side of her hair.

"Why do I play the same role as a vehicle every time?"

Similarly, although the soft touch on my shoulders and the close contact between my two buttocks is very wonderful, I still have to complain. If this continues, I, Your Highness, will have to change my name to Prince Ma.

"If His Royal Highness is willing to wear it himself, it actually doesn't matter whether I go or not."

Jeluka said this with a beautiful voice that made her extremely angry, as if she was enjoying the pleasure of riding her master.

"..."

Let me think about it, if I wear that skull biscuit... forget it, let alone whether I will be regarded as a pirate and be arrested and imprisoned. The skull biscuit itself can trigger other people's "This guy must be The subtle misunderstanding of "joining some strange demonic organization" is enough. It might lead to news that "the alliance elder is suspected of being a member of a strange organization and has infiltrated the alliance as a spy." In the middle of the text, there is also a picture wearing Picture of my *** wearing daughter's clothes, cherry-colored lips, wearing a skull cake on her head, and twisting orchid fingers...

"..."

Vilas and the others will definitely not be able to think about it. I'd better be the Prince of Horses.

"Durruludurruludurrulu~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

As soon as they rushed to the alliance's defense line, Skull Biscuit started flashing an alarm like crazy.

Jeluka and I were both stunned, as if we had seen a housewife spraying insecticide and the whole kitchen was suddenly covered with cockroaches. We were a little at a loss. Which one should we get rid of first?

However, this confusion soon turned into bloodthirsty excitement.

Don't care how many there are, just take off your slippers and shoot them to death one by one.

Driven by this passionate emotion, those fleeing monsters were in great misfortune, because Jeluka and I's purpose is--it's better to kill the wrong one than let it go.

It wasn't until night fell, when we chased dozens of kilometers away from the demon fortress, and there was no monster in sight, and the skull biscuit had settled down, that Jeluka and I sounded the drum and called back.

Generally speaking, they should have been sorted out, and there were only one or two fish that slipped through the net, and they all ran away and could no longer be caught up.

"..."

In fact, I have always wanted to ask Jeluka, who is still riding on my shoulders, why she still refuses to get off even if you don’t help, but thinking about the eloquent quibbles of this dirty maid, I decided to give it up. .

It's so sad. In addition to Sarah, Sirus Jeruka, and Kajiel, I seem to have another regular on my shoulders.

"Hey, have you solved it over there?"

From a distance, an old drunkard came up and greeted us.

"It looks like the harvest is pretty good."

The old drunkard smiled, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Of course, we have a secret weapon here that can track crystal fragments. Humph, you want to be better than us, but how far are you from?"

"So that's it."

With eyes that were slipperier than those of a thief, he immediately found the target and landed on the skull biscuit on Jeluka's head.

"It's surprising that the tracking magic device was completed so quickly. The level of the elves is really amazing. At the beginning, old man Farah was also clamoring to do it, but it was a pity that he gave up later."

"What's going on?" I asked curiously.

"According to what the old man said, when my tracking magic device is ready, the crystal fragments will probably be recovered. That old man will not do such a thankless task."

"The elves are really amazing."

Squinting his eyes, this guy seemed to have some intention and sighed again.

"You brat, you did a good job. It seems that I lost this time."

"Of course."

Although I vaguely felt something was wrong, I still followed my idiot instinct and turned up my nose.

"Now that we have such convenient tools, I'll leave the recycling of the fragments to you. See you later."

With a series of triumphant laughter, I was dumbfounded, and the figure of the old drunkard instantly turned into a black dot.

Damn it, I've been fooled again! !

I felt so regretful that I wanted to chew off the skull cookie.

"You have already discovered it, why didn't you remind me?"

With Jeluka's shrewdness, she has definitely noticed the old drunkard's thoughts. As long as she can remind me in time, the old drunkard will not run away so easily. Thinking of this, I can't help but complain.

"Yes, I have already discovered it, why didn't you remind me?"

Following my words, Jeluka's sweet yet sinister voice came from above.

"Because... I don't need to move anyway."

"Get down! You guy, get down right away!" Immediately, my angry roar rang out from the suburban prairie.

So, after we recovered all the fallen crystal fragments, it was already late at night. Although I still comforted myself, I could also pick up a few pieces of equipment dropped during the hunting operation to make up for the psychological trauma. It's a pity that when I came back, I saw that there was no gold coin left on the ground, but those guys had scraped it all away! !

Returning to the hotel late at night, under the dim and flickering light, I crookedly wrote the words "Suburban prairie, mission accomplished" on the letter paper and mailed it...