Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1525: The Troubled Old Drunkard

That figure must have been the old drunkard just now. After finally catching her, we can't let her go easily. ""

I asked Linya and the little ghost to go home first, and immediately chased after the figure.

Not far away, the figure in front paused, turned around, and apparently discovered me, the sneaky follower behind me.

"Why is it you, kid again? What are you trying to do by following me sneakily?"

The old drunkard sitting on a high branch of a tree, waiting condescendingly for me to approach, crossed his legs impatiently, shook the wine bottle in his hand, and stared drunkenly.

"Can't you still drive this road? It's up to you if I want to go. Why should I follow you?" I whistled and said nonchalantly.

"If you have nothing to do, go home and drink milk. Master Benkasha is busy, so don't hang around." After that, the old drunkard jumped up and left.

"Wait a minute, you guy, why weren't you present at the meeting just now?" I quickly stopped him. It was not that easy to just run away like this.

"It has nothing to do with me at all, that kind of meeting." Hearing this, he turned around helplessly. The old drunkard yawned lazily, looking disdainful.

"Although I say that, it really has nothing to do with you at all..."

Although I really want to refute it, no matter what, I can't find any meeting content related to the old drunkard. This guy is simply superfluous. Does Akara really not consider getting her to work as a security guard in a paper mill? At least it can protect against a certain red and white shrine maiden... But that's no good. With the infinite moral integrity of these two people, they might collude instead.

I shook my head, getting rid of the thoughts that were gradually drifting away from my mind.

"At least as Qianlang, who has died on the beach, tell me about the third world."

"The third world...what's there to say? With your boy's current strength, as long as you are not unlucky enough to encounter masters of the level of the Three Demon Gods and Four Demon Kings, and encounter enemies with the power of other worlds, you can escape from them." It’s not a big problem, unless you’re stupid enough to die among the enemies, then that’s another story.”

Seeing that he was entangled and unable to leave for a while, the old drunkard simply sat down again, dangling his legs on the tree and drank to himself.

"Huh? Something's wrong. You're an old woman. You don't look like a guy who can praise others. There must be some conspiracy." According to the normal script, I would be very happy to be said like this by others. Unfortunately, the other person is an old drunkard. Makes me more alert.

"Hmph, what do you think?" I laughed vaguely a few times, and the other party showed a sly smile, as if he was happy to see me looking wary and uneasy.

"Do you think I will be fooled? If not, forget it, just treat what you just said as fart. I have my own way of survival. ("")" I rolled my eyes and determined not to bite the bait thrown by the old drunkard. .

"What a boring boy. Recently, there is less and less value for teasing." He muttered boredly, and the old drunkard's expression straightened up a little.

"Listen, I will only say this once. First, as I said just now, as long as you don't encounter an enemy of the level of the Three Demon Gods and Four Demon Kings, whether it is the teleportation of your ragdoll bear transformation, or the masked wolf With such speed, even if you are defeated, it is not difficult to escape."

"It's Hell Fighting Bear and Monster Moon Wolf Witch!" I roared and threw up the table. What did this old drunkard want to do? Is he trying to define a new nickname for my transformation? Beautiful thoughts.

"What if we encounter the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods? How to escape?"

After thinking about it, although I thought that this kind of thing was completely impossible to happen, no matter how powerful my quasi-tragedy emperor aura and trouble-attracting physique were, I would never encounter these existences, but driven by curiosity, I still want to see what kind of answer the old drunkard will give.

"Simple." The old drunkard clapped his hands.

"Simple?"

"That's right, it's extremely simple. Transform into a stuffed bear immediately."

"We already said it was a Hell Fighting Bear, but what next?"

"Don't you carry a wooden sign with you? Immediately write your name on it and let the other person see it."

"Oh oh oh? Is it some kind of strange curse? Can this scare the other person away? What effect does it have?" I widened my eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's very useful." The old drunkard smiled cheerfully and gave me a thumbs up.

"You can ask the other party to put the wooden sign on it after killing you. If the enemy is merciful, he might agree. In this way, you can at least have a chance to get a tombstone before dying."

"Are you kidding me?" I got angry and picked up a few stones on the ground and threw them up.

"You kid brought it on yourself. It's none of my business." The old drunkard tilted his head and twisted his waist. He easily dodged the stone attack without moving his buttocks at all, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"When you encounter the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods, how do you want to escape from them with your current abilities? Unless they are too lazy to kill you, otherwise, you have no chance of survival at all, do you understand?"

"That's it for the three demon gods. The four demon kings are also strong men in the world's power realm. Why can't they run away when they encounter other strong men in the world's power realm?" Although I believed the old drunkard's words in my heart, I still couldn't bear it. Zhu found a reason to retort.

"Then why don't you think about why there are so many masters in the realm of world power, and only those few have the title of true demon kings?" the old drunkard asked. ""

"That... is because they are stronger than other demons, isn't it?" I said uncertainly.

"Yes, that's the truth. In hell, big fists are the last word. No other reason is needed."

Surprisingly, I got it right.

"But, do you know why they are stronger than other demons?"

"This..." Facing the old drunkard's questions one after another, I racked my brains.

"Because their realm is relatively high, maybe they have reached the peak of the power of the world and are close to the realm of the power to swallow the world, so even the three demon gods cannot easily deal with them."

"You were only half right this time." The old drunkard shook his finger.

"It is true that their realm is high. As for whether they have all reached the peak of world power, I don't know. It's just that there are not only four of them in hell who have reached this realm, so this reason is not entirely correct. .”

"What else is there?" I asked stupidly.

"Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? Can't you just find the reason in yourself?" The old drunkard talked to me in circles as if they were playing charades.

"On me?"

"There must be many powerful people at the top of their field. Why can you claim to be invincible below the world's power?"

"Uh...my own abilities, the attributes of the domain, and the Emperor Wu Sword, that's probably it." I replied after thinking.

"Isn't this right? The reason why they can be called the Four Demon Kings, and not others, is because they have powers that other demons do not possess."

"What kind of power is it?"

"Beryl, the King of Lies, Andariel, the Queen of Torment, Azmodan, the King of Sin, and Duriel, the King of Pain. Just from their names, you can get some clues. Their powers represent respectively The seven deadly sins are unique attributes in hell."

"The seven deadly sins... aren't there just four... Oh, I remembered, we killed the other three." Just when the old drunkard was about to roll his eyes, I finally got out of my pitiful and messy brain, Recalling the history that every person in the Dark Continent knows.

The other three demon kings were all surrounded by human heroes when they first invaded. One of the tragic demon kings used his death to forge the legend of Griswold, one of the Seven Holy Heroes, and his The brilliance of the strongest skill [Heaven’s Death Knell].

"It's just that thousands of years have passed, and no new candidate demon king has appeared?"

"Hmph, even if you have some brains, this is what our alliance has been worried about. Logically speaking, those three demon kings have been killed. After thousands of years, new successors should appear. It's just that in these years I haven't seen a trace yet. It might be their boss, Belial, who is playing some tricks." The old drunkard grunted, and then he suddenly thought of something and was suddenly startled.

"That's the end of this topic. I don't have time to tell stories to you little brat. As long as you run out of the camp and wander around, you won't encounter the four demon kings and three demon gods. There is no need to worry. Only the second point, You must remember clearly that it will most likely make you, a silly boy, run to your death foolishly, and you will not know what happened until you die."

Although I didn't take the old drunkard's words seriously, I still looked like I was listening. After all, these experiences are very rare. Except for the old drunkard, no one else in the first and second worlds could know about it, uh...except for old man Gallon, and maybe Red B too. Be counted one.

"You silly boy, you seem to like to get into a large group of monsters to gain experience, right?"

"Well... sometimes, in order to upgrade quickly." I said with a smile.

"Don't die like this in the third world, do you understand?"

"Why?"

"You guys, have you really forgotten everything you have learned? Have you forgotten the existence of potential? The monsters in the third world are entities, not projection clones. No matter how weak they are, once they gather in large numbers, they can form the effect of potential. Therefore, unless you have broken through to the realm of world power, when acting alone, you must not provoke a group of monsters with a number of more than a thousand, you know?"

"learn."

I solemnly noted that if the old drunkard hadn't said it, I would have really forgotten about potential.

"That's all there is to say."

"Oh, thanks anyway."

"Thank you, thank you. That's very polite."

"No, my greatest advantage is that I am polite and know how to repay kindness."

"What's our relationship? You really don't need to thank me for such a small thing."

"No, no, no, I must thank you."

"Okay, then I'll be disrespectful and pay you a thousand gold coins for the teaching fee."

I:"……"

Oops, I was led away by this old woman.

"Ah, I almost got fooled by you and got off topic." I pretended to scream, and by the way, I explained what happened just now.

"Tell me what's going on. Grandma Akara also said it during the meeting. You guys have been completely out of touch lately, right?"

"Who said that? Akara must have wronged me." The old drunkard put on a righteous look.

"I am teaching my subordinates well so that they can learn to solve everything on their own."

"Isn't this just plain laziness, bastard!"

"What's wrong? It's time for them to learn how to be independent. They can't rely on me all the time, right?" The old drunkard put the fingers that dug his ears in front of his eyes and blew on them.

"Dependence and responsibility, these are two different things. If they can handle everything, why do they need you?" I angrily raised my heart from the coffee table and roared angrily.

"Isn't this great? The so-called leader is to give full play to the abilities of his subordinates, and then sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor, getting something for nothing. This world is so dark."

"Although it is true to say so, I think it is better for you to keep such irresponsible words deep in your heart at least until you become the top leader."

"I'm very honest. Say whatever you want."

"I can't tell at all, have you stuffed your honesty into your ears?" I pointed at the old drunkard's action of picking his ears and teased.

"Don't worry, there's plenty more."

"A lot of it is just earwax. Honesty must have been hollowed out a long time ago!!"

I breathed out a few breaths, and then tried to calm myself down.

"Okay, I won't talk about work matters. Anyway, Grandma Akara will deal with you sooner or later. Now, tell me what happened between you and Sister Sharna."

"Didn't I already say it last time?"

"It's not enough at all. Tell me more details, including your current appearance as a bereaved dog!" I pointed at her haggard look, which had completely lost her past demeanor as Rogge's number one villain and scoundrel, and asked loudly.

"As I said last time, it was because the ancestral spear was stolen."

"Nonsense, I was talking about the cloak last time!"

"Uh... So, actually, the ancestral cloak and spear were stolen."

"The ancestral spear is nothing. Didn't you just randomly make the spear yourself?"

"You don't understand, I have injected the will left by my ancestors into it."

"You just injected the shame you brought to your ancestors into it, right? I'm right!"

"Ah ah ah, I'm so annoyed, you brat, don't pay attention to Lord Benkasha's affairs. Don't be too self-sufficient. This is not something you can help with at all."

Impatiently, the old drunkard finally revealed a little bit of information, but that was all.