Diablo Destruction

"You're done, aren't there still a few who are alone?" Early in the morning, the old drunkard's iron fist came over.

"Aren't there just some shrimp soldiers left?" I yawned and avoided the punch, and I shrugged irresponsibly.

"If it's not finished, it's not finished. If you write like this, if that old fox knows the truth, then don't even think about going back to celebrate the Good God's Birthday."

The old drunkard yelled, and I asked her why she cared so much. She suddenly became serious. It turned out that she was worried about whether she could have a good time on God's birthday soon. Hum, don't worry, whether Akara knows the truth or not. , you will never have a leisurely life after you go back.

Secretly scorning the old drunkard, I put on a false smile.

"I see. I never knew Elder Kasha was such a serious and responsible person."

"What are you talking about? I've always been like this, haven't I?"

The old drunkard crossed his chest and nodded, just short of blowing out a breath of awe from his widened nostrils, and said this in a very awesome way.

"If this is the case, then the task of cleaning up the remaining minions on the suburban prairie will be left to you, the responsible Lord Kasha."

I clasped my hands together, laughed, and spoke of the voluptuous Mr. Kasha. Not only did I get goosebumps, but the old drunkard opposite seemed to be unable to bear it either.

"I've known for a long time that you brat would say this." He approached with narrowed eyes with an arrogant expression that he had expected.

"Old rules, at what cost?"

"It's easy to talk about."

I also narrowed my eyes. The old drunkard's reaction was not unexpected, because this is a win-win situation.

Although the cleaning mission in the suburban prairie is a bit boring, the advantage is that it is relaxed and free. Let the old drunkard be responsible for this. I am happy to use the waste, and for the old drunkard, she is also worried about what to find. There is a legitimate reason to stay here for a while, blackmail those adventurers who want to repay their favor, and squeeze out the last drop of oil and water.

Therefore, both parties have no reason to reject this proposal, but the old drunkard is really thick-skinned, and it is obviously in her favor now. She also did not forget to pluck Yan Guo, and she also blackmailed me.

So a fierce bargaining war began under Jeluka's dull eyes. As Rogge's second and third stingiest, he would naturally not let go of even a small profit, and he had worked together in the alliance for ** years. , they all knew clearly what kind of virtue the other party had. With this knowledge in mind, the discussion became particularly intense.

From early in the morning until noon, the two of us finally compromised on the price of three jars of wine. The old drunkard left the hotel with a look of happiness and regret. Unfortunately, he did not get anything more from me, the third stingy person. What a benefit. The happy thing is that no matter how much it is, even if it is a gold coin, as long as she can get it from me, she will win.

This is also the reason why she is ranked second and I am ranked third. I don’t have enough practice. Looking at the shameless face of the old drunkard now, he is already on par with old man Farah and Mu Aodonggua. It feels like the distance between the third place and the first and second places has been stretched. Yes, of course, this is not a ranking worth showing off.

"I lost."

Like a gossip reporter who had finished an interview, Jeluka clamped the quill on the small yellow book, closed it gently, and said.

"Your Highness just doesn't want to waste your precious time on a mere jar or two of wine."

I cast a look of superiority. Yes, I looked at this discussion from a different and higher level and angle. People who don’t know that time is precious will one day be abandoned by time.

"Isn't this a whole morning wasted?" Jeluka hit the nail on the head.

"It turns out that one morning of His Royal Highness is only worth one or two jars of wine."

this……

My brain is calculating at high speed. If it is the good wine of the elves, one or two jars are worth tens of thousands of gold coins. Is it worth exchanging this money in one morning? Is it worth it?

Logically speaking, this should be a frighteningly high salary. Even an adventurer can't refuse it. It's very confusing.

"That's good." Jeluka clapped her hands.

"How about hiring His Highness the Prince for one morning with two jars of Jeluka's secretly made fine wine?"

"reject!!"

I answered without hesitation. If someone else said this, I might think about it for a moment. After all, the pay is really high, but if the employer is this dirty maid, even if it is twenty altars or two hundred altars, I will not I agree, this guy can sell all my integrity in just one morning.

"Just asking, what is the fine wine Jeluka secretly made?"

In addition, staying vigilant about anything you take out from this unscrupulous pornographic maid is the only way to survive safely. In a sense, being with this guy is more difficult than ordinary people. The primeval forest exploration challenge is even more dangerous.

"Don't look at me like this, but I actually know how to make wine."

Jeluka said expressionlessly as she patted her plump chest.

Be vigilant. When she talks about some suspicious topics with a deadpan expression, you must be ten times more vigilant than usual, because 99% of the time, this deadpan look is to cover up something that cannot be revealed to the victim. The expression in front of him.

In addition to the sentence "Don't look at me like this", it turns out that this guy is somewhat self-aware and knows what kind of virtue he usually is, so I won't complain too much.

"Don't try to fool me. Answer my question directly. What is the so-called fine wine made by Jeluka's secret recipe?"

My current expression is probably like that of a ferocious tiger, warily glaring at twelve eager jackals.

"His Royal Highness, you are really not uninteresting at all."

Feeling this silent seriousness, Jeluka sighed, let go of her expressionless expression, pursed her lips, and raised them slightly, gradually revealing a charming and charming temperament.

Gently waving her white jade fingers in front of my eyes, the deliberately seductive voice came out word by word from her delicate lips: "The so-called Jeluka's secret fine wine is made with a girl." ~The same~ taste~!"

"Ha~~Ah haha~~~ So it's like this. It's too precious. I deserve it, so let's forget it."

At first glance, it sounds like a wine that tastes like a girl. It is so beautiful, as if you can feel the pure floral fragrance and feelings of a girl in the wine. It is easy to be fascinated by it.

However, when this sentence comes out of Jeluka's mouth, the meaning is very different. What she means in this sentence is most likely "it really has the taste of a girl". As for where this girlish taste comes from Come on, xx juice or something...you know.

It’s not that my thoughts are evil, it’s that my thoughts must keep up with Jeluka’s immoral pace, otherwise it will be easy to be teased by her dirty jokes.

"Next, let's discuss what to do with the remaining areas."

In Jeluka's dissatisfied glare, I coughed a few times and wisely changed the topic. Even if it was playing Northeast Duo, I didn't want to accompany the guy to show off my integrity. I don't know what's going on recently, but I always feel it. Could it be that she was infected with the pressure from a moral crisis?

Among the five major areas, the Demon Fortress area is probably the smallest. This is because it only includes the suburban prairie, the Plains of Despair, the City of Divine Punishment, the River of Fire and the Chaos Sanctuary. Among them, the Chaos Sanctuary It's just a huge palace. It can't be said to be small, but compared with some grassland, it is dwarfed by the big one.

I am afraid that the area to be searched here is less than one-twentieth of Kurast, but the task is not necessarily easy. Although Kurast is large, there are three thousand Spartans... ahem, three Elf warriors selected from a thousand are in charge. Each team has a pseudo-domain-level captain. The squadron leader and Amrudina, who is the captain, are not comparable to the alliance adventurers in the second world. In this way The efficiency of a well-disciplined and powerful team could not be matched even if all the adventurers in the Demon Fortress were added together.

More importantly, they should have a lot of pirated trackers on hand, which is the skull biscuit in Jeluka's hand, as well as alliance adventurers fighting for jobs, and the most important thing is - Ku Rust's mission, whether difficult or not, is none of my business.

In comparison, although the Fortress of Demons is smaller, we are unable to organize a strong and well-disciplined team. Secondly, we do not have extra pirated trackers on hand. Although the recovery of crystal fragments will be completed sooner or later, But the problem is I can't wait now.

My God’s birthday, my precious wife, sister, and daughters...

After coming back to my senses, I focused my stern eyes on the following areas.

The first is the suburban prairie, which has been left to the old drunkard. However, this area is only the simplest. In the other areas, there are no stupid monsters like the suburban prairie. They will organize themselves and take the initiative to send us to destroy them. .

Separated from the suburban prairie by a large rift valley is the Despair Prairie. I am familiar with this area. Not only did I take a small trip with Jeluka a few days ago, and I have a rough grasp of the density of crystal fragments bursting there, but also When I was in the first world, I had explored and passed by several times, and I knew that there was a powerful demon king-level flesh and blood resuscitator deep in the Despair Prairie. As long as that area was swept away, it would be equivalent to destroying the monster's lair, and the remaining Some scattered pieces can be handed over to other adventurers in the form of tasks.

Then, the one that bothers me the most is City of Punishment.

That damn lightning. Every time I think of my experience in the first world, my scalp goes numb. At that time, when I followed the old man Tualatin to visit the dwarves, I was struck by lightning and turned into black coal just by passing there. , but it was fine at that time. There was a tragedy above me, Fini, who withstood a lot of pressure, but now...

I heard that in the second world, the lightning there is even more powerful...

I held my head and whimpered.

"Why, you don't have lightning protection equipment?"

Even if you have never been to the City of God's Punishment, you can get detailed information from many books. Jeluka is obviously this kind of person. She probably saw me staring at the word "God's Punishment" written in water on the table without moving. The word "city" can't help but ask.

"Yes, yes..."

I looked up at her and replied angrily.

"Ask a question, would you like to dig out a cesspool with gloves on?"

Jeluka raised her head and looked far away for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, giving people the feeling of "I have a solution!"

I looked at her with a hint of hope.

"When it comes to the word dung, in the fourth part of the Duke of Beasts..."

"Stop it, stop it, you bastard!"

I was greatly disappointed and continued to cry with my head in my hands. What I wanted now was a way to protect myself from lightning, not listening to pornographic clips with strong taste! !

Also, if I find the author of Duke of Beasts in the future, I will definitely tear him alive.

"Otherwise, let's just let the dwarves go. Anyway, this tribe has lived around the God's Punishment Mountains for many years, so they probably won't be afraid of lightning."

After thinking about it, Jeluka rarely gave a good suggestion. She probably didn't want to go to the City of God's Punishment. The lightning there didn't recognize you as a beauty. I thought back then, even with me and Feini. This huge tragedy was staring at the lightning strike all the way, and Linya was not completely spared.

"That's good, but those guys are not so easily incited. If there is not enough benefit..."

I scratched my head and thought about it. The stingy and stone-like character of the dwarf was really a headache.

The simplest thing is to seduce these guys with forging materials. For this blacksmith race, a piece of peerless material is more valuable than a complete artifact.

Apart from the City of God's Punishment, there is also the River of Fire, which has never been before, and it is a maze-like terrain. Although Jielu is stuck aside, it is a pity that our mission this time is not as simple as passing through the River of Fire. , but to recover the crystal fragments there. Her analytical ability of the broken-winged angel is not very useful, so she will probably spend a lot of time in this area.

"Forget it, let's solve the matter in the Plains of Despair first."

The more I thought about it, the more headache I got, so I simply wiped out all the writing on the table and shouted with an ostrich mentality.

Well, what's the matter? Isn't there a saying that says a boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge?

"Let's go to Despair Grassland now."

I scratched my head, but suddenly remembered that I seemed to have forgotten to ask for specific information from that bastard, the old drunkard. I wonder if the demon-level flesh-and-blood resuscitator deep in the Plains of Despair has gone.

It's a pity that she can't be found anywhere now. She probably drank more wine and went to work as a ranger in the suburban prairie.

Sighing in frustration, I bent my waist at almost ninety degrees and weakly came to the teleportation array.

"Are you ready? We're leaving."

Although it is nonsense, I still take the trouble to ask everyone around me this question every time before I go out. At the same time, I remind myself to be careful when sailing.

"alright."

After listening too much, Jeluka didn't bother to complain about me. He put on the pirated tracker and looked up and down. There was nothing wrong. I nodded with satisfaction and stepped into the teleportation array.

“Duluduluduludulu~”

At this moment, a huge siren suddenly sounded from behind, almost shattering my eardrums. My steps froze in mid-air. I turned around and glared at Jeluka who quickly took off the skull cookie. .

It's too late, we have already attracted the attention of everyone around us. If it's worse now, these guys will definitely mistake us for being members of some strange evil organization.

"Why is it ringing here? It must be broken. This thing."

I stared at the skull biscuits with suspicion. Look, pirated copies are pirated after all, and they slipped up at the critical moment.

"The master's head is yours, it should be repaired."

Regarding my attitude of doubting the magic level of the elves, Jeluka gave me a merciless blow.

By the way, when I go out and there are people around me, Jeluka calls me Master. After all, the title Your Highness is too eye-catching. Although Master is also very eye-catching, it is not that he is regarded as "the sister or wife who forces himself" by others. "Wearing a maid uniform and calling yourself master", or "Forcing your sister or wife to wear a maid uniform and calling you your prince". Which of these two perversions do you choose? Anyway, I chose the former.

By the way, why are you misunderstood by others? Why don't others believe that Jeluka is indeed a serious maid, and that I am her master?

These questions can actually be answered together - have you ever seen a maid intimately holding her master's cloak or cuffs close to her back?

Probably - no!

So, I became... no, I was misunderstood as a pervert.

Wait, I digressed, where are we talking now? By the way, why does this pirated skull cookie set off such a huge alarm in a place like this, where is this? The teleportation array of the Demon Fortress is close to the center of the city. Could it be that the Demon Fortress has fallen?

Looking at the incomprehensible crowd of onlookers who didn't know the truth, they didn't look like monsters in human skin. I clapped my hands and made a conclusion.

Eat pie!