Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1,405: Hello, Red B. Goodbye, Red B.

"Xilmanya, is it really you? Long time no see." I was shocked when I saw the person coming, but then I laughed happily.

Remember the mission to collect crystal fragments? The leader of the third squadron of the Elf brigade, Hilmanya, was working with us at that time. However, in the collision with the final boss, the reborn demon Selson, Hilmanya lost her lover, so that for a long time Over time, this kind-hearted female Druid, who felt distressed even when she saw the withered flowers on the roadside, was blinded by hatred. Fortunately, she did not do anything impulsive.

Finally, after killing Selson, or to be precise, it was the first time I tried to kill Selson with the Ring of Peace of Nature but failed, Hilmanya was moved by me and took the trouble to help her get revenge (?) , and pledged allegiance to become my follower. At that time, due to her despair and despair, I could only agree.

That's it in a nutshell.

Hilmanya's eyes were also flashing with excitement. She took a few steps forward, took a deep breath, and knelt down on one knee in front of my painful and melancholy eyes.

"Master, it's great that you still remember Xiermanya."

"Um...Hilmanya, didn't you agree to call me Your Highness the Prince?" Seeing Vilas and the others looking at me with strange expressions, I burst into tears.

I mentioned this matter to them at the beginning, so everyone also knew about the existence of Hilmanya. They were all nvxìng and sympathized with her very much, but they did not mention the word master.

"Yes, Your Highness."

As expected, Hilmanya changed her story. She still remembered this incident. Probably the "Master" just now was just to announce her current identity to everyone.

"Get up, you don't have to do such a salute in the future." Seeing that Hilmanya still bowed her head respectfully and knelt on the ground, I said quickly.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

Hearing this, Hilmanya stood up and performed a solemn and humble knight's salute of master and slave.

What a headache. It was indeed a wise choice to hand her over to Artoria.

I covered my forehead in distress and glanced at Arturia secretly.

Seeing my doubts, Artoria smiled slightly.

"Hilmanya is a very capable assistant. To be honest, I really don't want her to leave, but I think Fan may need her even more now."

"Huh?" I followed Artoria's gaze and glanced at the girls behind me.

"The Elf tribe has a vast territory. It is a very wise choice to have an excellent tour guide and guard. I'm sorry, Crodia, don't blame me for making my own decisions."

"No, no, it would be great if Lady Hilmanya could help."

Crotia quickly bowed. For the Elf Queen in front of her, knowing her talents, strength and prestige, Crotia was filled with admiration and fear in her heart. How could she be able to win the favor of Her Majesty the Elf Queen? Apologize.

After listening to Artoria's words, I thought to myself, yes.

Hilmanya's strength is also not bad. I remember that when we first met, she was already at the mid-level level in the pseudo-realm. Now I see that she has reached the advanced level. Her improvement is not unpleasant. It seems that she has been in the middle level in the past year. Instead of being immersed in sorrow, he turned his inner sorrow into strength and honed his strength.

At the advanced level of the pseudo-realm, although he is not a genius like Carlos Seattle, this power is enough to stand at the top of the strength pyramid of the Dark Continent. With this power to protect Vilas and the others, I can feel more at ease.

And, more importantly, Hilmanya is an elf, and she seems to be a noble (I heard the all-pervasive pornographic joke shìnv said this). To put it in a tacky way, Hilmanya is the local snake here. With her, Now, both this strength and this identity can avoid or solve many problems that Crodia cannot solve, allowing Vilas and the others to truly enjoy the fun of this trip to the Elf Tribe.

Look at how Hilmanya looks now. At least from the outside, she has slowly emerged from the grief of losing her lover, and has turned back into the kind-hearted Druid who loves life, but with dark pupils. The office is more mature and stable.

"Indeed, Hilmanya, can I hand over their safety to you?"

After hesitating for a moment, I nodded, nodded to the girls behind me, and asked Hilmanya solemnly.

"I swear on my life and honor, even if I turn into a corpse, I will stand in front of them." Hilmanya said more solemnly and decisively than me.

"This is too exaggerated." I smiled bitterly. Since then, Hilmanya's love for other lives has not changed, but she seems to have become contemptuous of her own life, always saying this. Nor is it exaggeration or joking.

As a druid, Hilmanya's pure and fresh nature and kind character quickly gained recognition from the girls and became familiar with her.

And her future companion Crodia, the two seem to have a good eye for each other. After all, Rogge Archer is a branch mercenary of the Amazon, and he also has a very strong affinity for the forest. This similarity , the two guards soon found a common topic.

"In that case, Crodia, please stay with Sister Willas and protect them during this period."

Lena, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, finally, with Linya's help, combed back the long hair that had been covered by my nòngluàn. At this time, she turned around and smiled at Crodia.

"This...this..."

Unexpectedly, Lena would suddenly say such confusing words. Crodia panicked for a moment and looked at Lena at a loss.

"Sorry, I kept forgetting to tell everyone." Lena clasped her hands together and bowed her head toward everyone apologetically.

"When I was talking to Nǎinǎi Jiāo just now, Nǎinǎi Yalandlan already said that during this period of time in the Elf clan, she would arrange a dedicated guard for me."

Hearing Lena say this, everyone was relieved, especially Crodia.

This makes sense. After all, there are many differences between Lena and Artoria. When Artoria comes to the Alliance, there is no need for the alliance to send guards. Who doesn’t have the foresight to dare to provoke the twin stars of the mainland? , the Elf Queen with unfathomable strength and two sets of artifact suits?

As for Lena, she is a weak trainee prophet who has no power to restrain her. Of course, the Elf clan must arrange a guard for her, and there is no room for any mistakes. This is a major matter related to face and the relationship between the two clans. Even if the Akala faction The old drunkard is here to serve as Lena's guard, and Yalandlan will also arrange some other people here to ensure that nothing happens.

"Where's the guard? Why haven't I seen him?" I looked around and shouted dissatisfied.

This doesn't make sense. Could it be that he just ran away and was lazy? Thinking of this, I suddenly became furious. Damn it, you didn't take Lena's safety seriously. Who is that guard? I want to teach him a lesson and let Yalandlan replace him.

"Brother~~ don't worry."

Lena came up, clasped her two little hands, gently held the back of my hand, brought it to her pretty face and pressed it together affectionately. A smooth and cold touch came from the palm of her hand, seeming to remind me to calm down. .

"That person may be secretly guarding him and won't show up." Then, Lena said.

"How do you know? Maybe you went to hunt for fish." I curled my lips.

"Although I'm not very clear, I can vaguely feel it. Don't underestimate the sixth sense of the prophet, or...my brother doesn't believe my feeling?" Lena raised her head and smiled quietly.

"Of course...it's not, forget it, let's just treat it like this." There was nothing I could do about Lena. I helplessly calmed down my anger, sighed softly, put my big hand on my baby sister's head and rubbed her gently. .

"Don't worry, Fan." At this time, Artoria suddenly said from the side.

"You can absolutely rest assured that Nǎinǎi Arlandan has arranged a guard. He will be able to protect Lena."

"Oh, who is it?" Seeing Arturia's confident look, I couldn't help but be curious.

"Please allow me to keep it a secret here. Fan will find out soon." At this point, Arturia gave me a small wink.

Ah...my king has also learned bad things.

With tears streaming down my face, I made up my mind and ran away from home...for half an hour.

"Phew, it's really choking."

Standing outside Huang Duanzi's house, I let out a long breath.

Although being surrounded by so many stunning girls makes people feel envious, that kind of place can sometimes make people feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially when the topic of girls starts to slowly become popular.

"Men, you really need some space for men." I lowered my head and rubbed the stubble on my chin, showing an enigmatic and melancholy expression.

"Oh, really?" The person next to him responded coldly.

"That's right, that's right, it's like, brother, how's your family doing? I heard that a few days ago in the women's street, you were led back like a cow by your ears. Humph, nonsense, I As long as she showed a little anger, she immediately became well-behaved. Good job. In fact, I was the same. Although last time I drank a few too many drinks and was punished by her mother to kneel on the washboard outside the door for three hours, but As long as she showed off her masculinity that she usually wouldn't show easily, she was immediately afraid of me. Hum, well done to you. Cheers to your masculinity, cheers, but I have to go back after drinking this cup. Otherwise, I will have to kneel on the washboard again, and so will I. If I don’t go back, the guy will kill me again and carry me back by my ears.

How about this, this kind of conversation is enough for men, and it is a space for pure men. "I responded proudly to the cold voice that sounded next to me just now.

"It's not so much a space for men, it's more a bragging between two cowards." As a result, he was complained coldly.

"Nonsense, it's just because you love too deeply... Huh?"

Only then did I realize, when did the moan next to me appear? Is it a human or a ghost?

His eyebrows immediately stood up, and he instinctively took a few steps back to take a stance.

Who was it, who could come so close to me quietly without me noticing it? In my impression, the only one who could do this was an old drunkard.

If the other party was an enemy, I would have been doomed just now. Thinking this in my mind, cold sweat broke out.

"I haven't seen you for three years, and you're still the same. You're not wary at all."

The person stood up straight from his leaning position against the wall and turned towards me.

The tight-fitting black lining brings out the strong but slender perfect figure. She wears a red cloak outside, which is simple and cold. Her short white hair stands straight back, her eyes are sharp and cold, and the corners of her mouth are indifferent. He pursed his lips, always seeming to have a mocking and arrogant smile. The most important thing is that upright figure, no matter whether he is leaning on his back or standing, he is as straight as a sharp sword, matching the cold and powerful momentum. , as if it were a peerless cold sword that drank the blood of the strongest men in the world.

Oh oh oh, this look, this dress, this momentum, isn't it the long-lost Mr. Hong B?

I opened my mouth and was about to say hello, but the words were stuck in my throat.

This... I forgot his name. If he just called him Red B, he wouldn't be killed.

Three years ago, when I was still in the pseudo-field, I felt the strong aura from him, so I thought he was a master in the field. Now, I have the vision of a master in the field, but I still vaguely feel the unmatched aura from him. , which gave me a feeling of disempowerment after finally climbing a mountain, only to find that the real master was still standing high in front of me.

This guy is truly a powerful person in the realm of world power. He cannot be offended, dear.

"It seems that you can't remember my name anymore. Anyway, this kind of thing doesn't matter. I won't feel happy being remembered by a brat."

Red B seemed to see my embarrassment and was very open-minded... It would be better to say that he didn't take me seriously at all, as if he wouldn't care if a kitten or puppy still remembered him.

Then, he straightened his body and faced me straight. Just this movement made me feel as if I was locked by a fully stretched bow, and I felt like I might be pierced by an arrow at any time, and I subconsciously rubbed my throat. , swallowed hard.

"You just need to remember the agreement between us." He said to me.

"Promise? Let that old drunkard return to his previous promise?" In order to drive away the sharp aura emanating from Red B's body and its impact on myself, I had to respond loudly.

"That's right."

"No, no, that guy is completely hopeless."

Although I am very jealous of the reward, I am more confident in the bad character of the old drunkard. It is no longer possible to support the wall with mud, even if I add super adhesive to this pile of mud.

I will finish the 7,000 words tomorrow, and continue to ask for monthly votes.