Diablo Destruction

"Old drunkard, wait a minute, why are you running so fast? Are you planning to go to the bar to drink again, right?" With great difficulty, I caught up with the old drunkard several kilometers after leaving Akara's little black shop. The footsteps made her stop panting.

"Is something wrong? Could it be that your skin is itchy just after you came back, and you want to ask Mr. Benkasha to loosen the bones?" The old drunkard shook the spear on her shoulder, and the wine bottle hanging on it also shook. He was careless and showed no seriousness.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, I'm busy." I rolled my eyes, and then looked at her with doubtful eyes.

"I said you guy, you have been distracted during the meeting, right? How about you honestly confess that you confessed your love to the wine table and was rejected by the other party in silence? That's right, I won't say it. I’m laughing at you, pff~~~”

"Do you think I'm a fool? You bastard boy." As soon as I finished speaking, the old drunkard's spear came knocking at me. I quickly bent down and dodged narrowly.

It was a close call. I guess this guy's cloak was stolen and he was listless, so even his attacks were slowed down, so I was able to get past him.

Anyway, I care about everything I should care about. This old woman doesn't look like she is easily frustrated. Maybe she was just ganged up on by the bar owners during this period. She can no longer get drinks on credit and has lost her only life. The joy of life has turned her into such a decadent look, so I’d better leave her alone.

After straightening my expression, I glared at the old drunkard and asked word by word.

"Tell me, how is Sister Sharna doing now?"

"That stinky girl, what does that have to do with me?" When he mentioned Sister Sharna, the old drunkard trembled slightly as if he was almost losing his temper, then he picked his nose and said nonchalantly.

"Didn't you, an old woman, let her go to a place like that?" I suddenly became angry. The arrogance between you mother and daughter is arrogance. Don't involve me in it. I just want to know about Sister Sharna. Just news.

"It's useless even if you ask me. That stinky girl hasn't come back. How do I know how she is?" The old drunkard took off the flask and took a big sip. He drank in the strong smell of alcohol and said drunkenly.

"Let me tell you, how about you pay a little attention to Sister Sharna?" Seeing her casual attitude, I got really angry.

"I don't care about that stinky girl. That girl doesn't need my care. She wants to go her own way." After waving his hand, the old drunkard glared at me impatiently.

"Smelly boy, I know you care a lot about that stinky girl, but she is an eagle. When flying in the sky, she does not need any restraints. Are you just asking for trouble with your concern, or do you have no confidence in that stinky girl? When she is tired, she will come back naturally, and then vent your concern in one breath, this is the right way."

After speaking a lot of seemingly serious words in one breath, the old drunkard seemed to have consumed a lot of energy by doing something he was not good at. He picked up the wine bottle again and drank heavily.

"Maybe you're right." I thought thoughtfully, then shook my head.

"But why do I have to think from Sister Sharna's point of view in everything?"

"Huh?" I didn't expect that I would say this. The old drunkard who was drinking heavily took a sip, coughed loudly, and stared at me with wide eyes, as if to say, you brat, are you doing this just to choke me? You say that on purpose.

"I am the younger brother, the younger brother of Sister Sharna." I patted my chest. If I had to say that I felt very proud now, I was actually a little bit proud, because in this world, I could be the younger brother of Queen Sharna. Yeah, I'm the only one.

"Isn't it natural for my willful brother to be cared for and tolerated by my sister? So, even if Sister Sharna turns into a goshawk and flies in the sky, and my concern causes her trouble, there is nothing I can do about it. Because I am just a younger brother who will do willful things, and it is impossible for my sister not to take care of me."

Although I said something very weak and unmanly, I still held my head up proudly and proudly. I couldn't help it, because this is me, sister Sharna's brother.

"You two... you are really..." The old drunkard showed a very rare expression of dumbfoundedness for a moment, and then shook his head.

"However, maybe that's really the case, that's why that girl loves you so much. After all, if you, a brat like you, become an upright hero who doesn't need anyone's care, then her role as a sister will be meaningless." The old drunkard seemed to have figured something out, shaking his head and saying this.

"Probably...well, that's it." I shrugged.

Because Sister Sharna is also very willful, right? while telling me

, I firmly believe that I am stronger and better than any other man, and will become a great hero and savior in the future.

But on the other side, she is very sister-like and always loves and takes care of me as a little grown-up child. She hopes that I can act like a spoiled child to her, and that I will always be the willful younger brother who rests in her arms and relies on her. Not some heroic savior.

Therefore, this is the way our two willful siblings choose to get along. If we think about each other in everything, it would be too tiring and too rational. It is better to choose to care about each other in our own way, even if it means caring about each other. It causes trouble, because sister Sharna and I both enjoy the feeling of being needed by each other.

"Forget it, I don't care about you anymore, just do whatever you want." The old drunkard pretended to leave.

"Wait, my question hasn't been answered yet." I quickly grabbed her.

"Didn't I say it? I'm different from you. That stinky girl can do whatever she likes. I'm too lazy to pay attention to her. I don't know her life or death." The old drunkard turned around and looked at me helplessly.

Although she said it very coldly, she just cared about Sister Sharna in her own way, so I was not angry, but looked at her with a smile.

"Then at least tell me, what exactly was your purpose in sending her there?"

"You kid, you are really annoying."

The old drunkard weighed the spear on his shoulder a few times, as if he was considering whether to send me faster with Wen or with Wu.

After hesitating for a moment, she released her hand on the spear and sighed.

"It seems that even if I beat you away now, you will still cling to me relentlessly."

"It's good that you know." It's rare for an old drunkard to have time to think clearly. It seems that her brain has not been completely destroyed by alcohol.

"You know where she went, that damn world."

"Well, you can skip this part of the explanation, I know." I nodded.

The place Sister Sharna went to was dubbed by an old drunkard

A strange world named after, it is said that after going there, you will never want to touch even a little bit of food such as milk and beef.

Adventurers who have been there vividly call it Niu Niu Pass. When I got the Martial Emperor Sword from old man Farah, I also went there and tested the power of the Martial Emperor Sword in that spacious place.

There, I witnessed densely packed black and white cows, standing upright and holding machetes in both hands, swarming towards them. People with slightly weaker mental abilities would suffer from trypophobia just by seeing this scene.

Sister Sharna went to that kind of ghost place.

"Before the martial arts tournament, didn't my sister go there once and practice? Why did she go there again? The effect shouldn't be very great, right?" I asked in confusion.

"Well, the real purpose of going to Niu Niu Pass this time is not to practice."

The old drunk looked hesitant. I remember that not long after Sister Sharna left, I asked her, but she told me that there was something wrong with the cows, so she asked her to solve it. Unexpectedly, now He changed his tone again. He is really a guy who talks nonsense and cannot be easily trusted.

"So? What is the real purpose?"

I asked, staring closely into the old drunkard's eyes, even though this old woman had already mastered the trick of having her eyes shine with the awe-inspiring light of justice even when she was lying.

"The owner of Dai Niu Pass. That stinky girl's target this time is the owner of Dai Niu Pass."

"Huh?" I said I couldn't understand.

"In the Cow Pass, among the countless cow warriors, there is a cow king hidden there. He is the leader there."

"Are you going to find a cow king among so many cow warriors?" I exclaimed.

"That's right, and the appearance of this Cow King is not much different from that of an ordinary cow warrior. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to spot it at all."

"..."

Now I finally know why Sister Sharna hasn’t come back after being away for more than half a year. There are countless cow warriors in the Cow Pass. Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, or tens of billions? No one knows how much the number is. If you want to find the King of Cows in this huge number, even Sister Sharna, who is an Amazon, will have a hard time. If you are not lucky, you may not be able to find it in a year or two.

"What is Sister Sharna doing with that King of Cows?" After figuring out the purpose of Sister Sharna's trip, doubts arose again.

"Well... it's to explode something from the Cow King." The old drunkard began to speak vaguely, as if he didn't want to talk any more.

"It's a rare wine brought back from Kurast." Seeing that the other party was about to go on strike, I calmly took out a jar of wine, opened the lid, let the aroma of the wine leak out a little, and then quickly took it back.

With the little spy like the dirty maid, the elves can have as much wine as they want. Even the most precious Sac crystal wine can be obtained at any time.

"Gulu~~" He made a clear swallowing sound, and the old drunkard couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth, his eyes shining.

"How about a deal?" I made a cool gesture of handing over the money and delivering the goods.

"Two jars... no, five jars will do." This old woman, a greedy lion, opened her mouth wide and gestured with five fingers, and actually wanted to ask me for five jars of wine.

"Two jars, no more." I glared at her fiercely. If it weren't for Sister Sharna's relationship, I would have only given her half a jar.

"Okay." Pretending to be reluctant, the old drunkard, who was probably already happy in his heart, became more sharp-tongued than ever before and told me the information I needed in one breath.

"According to legend, the King of Cows will drop a strange prop called Cow Tears, which has the effect of restoring memory."

"Restore memory?" I pondered these words in a daze, and when I was distracted, the old drunkard had already fooled me into passing the two jars of wine.

"What's going on? Why does Sister Sharna want that thing?"

"How do I know? Ask her yourself." The old drunkard who took the goods immediately became arrogant and waved his hand to me impatiently, as if to ward off flies.

"Oh, by the way, that thing is to restore memory, not enhance memory. Don't expect to use it to repair your useless brain."

After leaving these words, the old drunkard disappeared from sight while holding two jars of wine.

Damn it, I have no intention of using those Cow Tears to enhance my memory. Ben Druid's memory is very good and he doesn't need that stuff!

He gestured with his fist at the disappearing figure of the old drunkard.

After muttering and swearing like this for a few times, I came back to my senses and continued to think about the conversation just now.

Tears of the Cow...What exactly is Sister Sharna doing?

It has a certain effect on restoring memory... As I pondered the meaning of these words, I was suddenly surprised.

I have been having some strange dreams recently. I don’t know if the Cow’s Tears have any effect. And little King Arthur’s memory of her previous life is also blurred. If she is allowed to use the Cow’s Tears, I wonder if I can recall something to speed up my growth. If you think about it this way, the Tears of the Cow are really in urgent need.

I patted my head and decided to ask Akala if I had time to see if what the old drunkard just said was true. If it was true, maybe after Sister Sharna came out, I would also go in and look for the cow. The king drank tea and chatted.

The question is, what exactly does Sister Sharna...

etc!

Suddenly, a very deep feeling of coldness hit me, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the market area in the west area of ​​the camp, in the middle of a bustling street with people coming and going.

Since the old drunkard said that, Sister Sharna should not have any problems. The only thing she needs to worry about is when she can find the Cow King among the countless cow warriors. Compared with this, now, There seems to be a more urgent matter that requires me to be cautious.

That's right, it's the letter from the miko clan that Akela mentioned just now. Regarding the miko princess, the issue about Kohaku's whereabouts that people can't complain about.

What I have to do now is to try to avoid red and white things in my sight.

After setting a plan for myself that would never lead to tragedy, I began to look around.

No, there is a tailor shop not far away, which sells cloths of various colors. The damn shop owner seems to have a hard time with me, and even hangs red and white cloths as display items at the door of the shop.

Maybe the red and white princess is hiding there! !

The probability is very low, but even if it is only one in a million, I will not try it easily.

Decisively, just like in a gunfight movie, I made a neat dive, rolled after landing, and quickly hid behind a row of big black jars.

"Sir... if you do this, my business will no longer be able to continue." The owner of the jar, the pickle seller, looked at me with a troubled face.

"Sorry, I'll leave right away." I stood up embarrassedly, and suddenly a figure wearing red and white clothes came over.

Oh oh oh, God, you are deliberately playing tricks on me, right?

I immediately ran away. I don’t know whether it was because I was particularly concerned or because I was willing. I always felt that there were many more people wearing red and white clothes on the street than usual, which made me feel like I had nowhere to hide.

"Mom, look at that uncle in the cloak hiding here and there. It's so interesting." The child said innocently.

"Shh, don't talk, you'll be taken away." The mother pulled the child and left in a hurry.

Along the way, there were scenes like the one above and many strange looks that made me burst into tears.

As expected, it was that Kohaku, whose mere existence had completely destroyed my moral integrity.

After finally leaving Roggesi District and arriving on a sparsely populated trail, I suddenly felt overwhelmed.

I hope that the current loss of integrity can prevent me from meeting that princess. In this way, the sacrifice will still be worthwhile.

Looking left and right, you can see an open area, green grassland, undulating hillsides, and the grassland style is unobstructed. It is impossible to meet her in a place like this. Even if you encounter her, you can have a sufficient reaction and run away. "

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath, secretly put down the heavy stone in my heart, and took brisk steps back to the Mages Guild.

"Mount, I found the idiot's mount!!"

Suddenly, a familiar squeamish voice came from behind. Looking from a distance, I saw the figure of little King Arthur rushing towards me from the side of the hillside. There were dead dogs following her. One person and one dog didn't know where they were. I did something in the short morning, as if I was so full of harvest that I was dragging something towards me.

Really, he also said that he would come to Rogge Camp to regain his strength. No matter how you look at it, this little guy looks like a lion who has returned to the grassland, playing to his heart's content.

I showed a helpless smile, squatted down, and welcomed the little figure king jumping closer, and then the figure flashed and fell into my arms.

"Where did you go to play?" Ignoring the dead dog standing aside, I hugged the little guy and asked with a smile as I poked her soft and petite cheek.

"I'm not playing around. I'm not playing around." The little guy slapped my fingers away unconvinced and proudly puffed out his little chest.

"Ben Angke is always doing serious things. He saved a person. He saved a person by doing good deeds."

"Saved someone?"

I followed the direction that little King Arthur was pointing in confusion and looked at the thing that she seemed to have dragged all the way and threw aside when she got closer.

The familiar red and white outfit came into view.

A moment later, with little King Arthur in my arms, I fell to the ground and never had the strength to get up...

September will be here in the blink of an eye. Maybe we can celebrate the New Year in the blink of an eye again. Time flies so fast, hahahaha. In short, in the new January, please continue to support me and vote as much as possible for the guaranteed monthly vote. Give it to Xiaoqi.

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