Diablo Destruction

Chapter 1543: Still the seventh sense, still the corner of fate

"It seems like I did something stupid." Everyone came out of the teleportation array and shrugged their shoulders feebly, just like the team returning tired from a battle with monsters.

"I feel embarrassed just thinking about it..." I was also dejected and weak.

Why are you arguing about that kind of thing in that kind of place? It feels like debating whether tofu pudding is sweet or salty. One person feels pain in the egg when it is sweet, and the other person feels pain in the egg when it is salty.

Recalling the embarrassing moment in the cave where they were arguing over Momo noodles and roasted Momo, and almost rolled up their sleeves and started to fight, everyone's faces twitched, how empty they felt inside.

"Brother, do you want to look elsewhere?" Sa Qili glanced at the other teleportation arrays.

"It's pretty much the same anyway."

"That's right, there are seven who breed Momo, and ten who breed livestock..." Sa Qili counted her treasures one by one.

"Then no need, just read it when you have time." I thought for a while and shook my head.

"Huh? Are you really not going? Maybe Momo elsewhere has matured." She said with a look of regret.

"Just in time for you, little brother, to experience the charm of roasted Momo."

"Then I'm really sorry. I've already eaten the fresh grilled Momo, and I don't think the Momo noodles are as delicious."

No! Stop it! Stop getting involved in the Momo noodles and baked Momo disputes! I shouted loudly in my heart, but I couldn't control my mouth.

In every man's life, there are at least one or two things that he must stick to to the end, and that's probably it.

"Hmm~~" Sa Qili narrowed her eyes, as if a storm was brewing again.

"Hey!"

She suddenly hugged me and kept rubbing my face with her hands.

"Baked Momo is the best, right?"

While rubbing my face, the other hand quickly went around the back of my head and pressed it slightly. Without warning, I nodded my head subconsciously.

"Long live, my little brother has turned from darkness to light and admitted that roasted Momo is the best."

Before I could protest, Sa Qili had already taken the lead, jumping and cheering and announcing loudly.

But... damn, I was defeated by such a conspiracy. Vilas, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for your specially made Momo noodles! ! !

My back was pale, and Otz fell to his knees with regret on his face, as if the whole world had lost its color.

"Don't mind, my newbie, Sa Qili is like this. Although she is very reliable when fighting, she sometimes behaves like a child." Dajia patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Yes, yes, it's like the saying, the older you get, the younger you get, right." Tulakov said with a grin.

One finger of aging!

“Puff——————!!!”

Looking at Tulakov who bent over and coughed like an old man again, and Sa Qili who put away her slender fingers with a murderous smile, we couldn't help but shudder.

In the third world, you should never discuss age issues with female adventurers. People like Tulakov are seeking death. You must remember, remember.

Finally, we walked around the residential area. The biggest difference between this place and the camps in the first world is that the houses are built in an orderly manner. There is no way to reduce the area of ​​the camp.

However, it also leaves quite a lot of space, so there is no need to worry about population expansion or other problems.

"There seems to be no training ground or arena." I looked around, comparing it with the camp in the first world, and muttered subconsciously.

"There's no need, the best training ground is outside." Tulakov, who finally got over the troubles of aging and became lively again, rushed to answer, not forgetting to strike a fighting pose and looking at Shashik provocatively.

"The same goes for the arena. If you want to compete, just find a place outside. The camp does not provide such conditions." Shashik ignored the other party and took up the topic.

"If there is no training ground, what should the residents of the third world do, and what should our children do? Those children who have the talent to become adventurers cannot be sent back to the first world for training. Could it be that these talents can only be wasted and let They spend their lives as civilians?”

"It's a good question, but of course it's not like this. If they have talent, we will train them to be excellent adventurers. However, the environment and conditions of the camp are not suitable. Those children with qualifications are sent to He went somewhere else, ask Raphael about this, she knows better than us."

"I see. It seems that there are really many things that we need to know about." I nodded and responded.

Both the first and second worlds have mechanisms to train adventurers. Of course, the best and most complete way is to send them to training camps in the first world. However, in the third world, these methods do not seem very realistic. , how to do it? I can't wait to know the answer.

"There are more than 20,000 civilians in the camp, most of whom are responsible for the planting and breeding work you just saw underground, while the remaining small number are people with special skills, and we have the responsibility to protect them. Everyone is here They play their role in their posts, and because of this, the camp can continue to operate and everyone can have no worries about food and clothing."

I listened and watched. As Sa Qili said, everyone was busy with a clear division of labor. Some children as young as five and six years old would follow their parents and do some housework within their ability.

Unlike what I had imagined before, the civilians here did not show any fear or despair because of the powerful hell forces that the third world had to face. In comparison, they were better than the camp residents in the first and second worlds. On the contrary, it gave me a more fulfilling feeling.

Here, a kind of poverty and hardship affluence is maintained.

"Huh?"

"What's the matter, little brother?"

Seeing my footsteps pause slightly, as if I saw something strange, Sa Qili asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing." I shook my head and continued walking.

Just for a moment, I seemed to see Mi Seya's figure. How could she put down her patrol work and come here? Could it be that I'm being blinded?

After spending an afternoon, I finally walked around the campground and got a general understanding. As dusk fell, I sent the enthusiastic tour guides away with a huge thank you.

"By the way, Aunt Qili, do you know a blacksmith named Lukogas?" Before we left, I suddenly remembered what old Farah said to me before leaving, so I tried to ask.

"Lukegas?" Everyone's expressions suddenly became strange.

"What's wrong? Is there anything strange?"

"No, I just didn't expect that my little brother, who knows almost nothing about this place, would actually know the name Lukogas." Sa Qili smiled and shook her head.

"Some stingy guy told me. Do you know Lukogas?"

"In this way, the stingy guy you are talking about is not a simple person. Even in the third world, not many people know about Rukogas, and even fewer people can meet him."

"Sounds like an elusive guy."

"It's not what it sounds like, but he is just such a person. To be honest, if I hadn't been lucky enough to meet him once, I would probably have thought that this person was just a fabricated rumor." Sa Qili's smile seemed a little... have no choice.

"What's going on? If you don't mind, can you tell me, Aunt Qili?"

"Well... Lukogas is this person..." After a pause, she seemed to organize the words in her mind, and then slowly spoke.

"People who know him say he is an underground blacksmith."

"Underground blacksmith?"

"That's right, it means you can only meet him underground, such as caves and the like."

"Why did you run to that place?"

"It is said that he was digging for forging materials. I don't know if this is true, but the only place I met him was indeed in the cave." As if she thought of something interesting, Sa Qili let out a chuckle.

"There is another rumor, little brother, how about the first world cave?"

"Huh?" I didn't quite understand what she wanted to ask.

"Is the passage complicated? How big is it? Take the evil cave outside the Blood Wilderness as an example."

"If the evil cave is... it's not very big, and if it's complicated... it shouldn't be considered." I replied hesitantly, recalling the scene when I first arrived in the Dark Continent and entered the evil cave to practice.

"That's right. Let me tell you, don't think the same about the evil cave here. The evil cave here is as complicated and huge as an underground world. Even those of us who have stayed in the camp for more than thirty years If a young man wants to enter, he will definitely prepare a teleportation scroll."

"Is the difference so big? Why is this happening?" I raised my voice incredulously, and my little calculation of entering the evil cave to find trouble with the corpse getting angry was shattered in an instant.

"There are many theories. For example, the corpse was angry because it was dissatisfied that its territory was too small, so it worked hard to dig it into such a big area. However, this situation is not limited to evil caves, so this reason is not sufficient. A more exaggerated statement is, These complex passage caves were dug by Rukogas.”

I:"……"

How come that old man Farah knows some weird people? Is this the so-called bird of a feather flock together?

"In other words, if I want to find him, I have to crawl into a hole in the ground?"

"This is the only way."

"God, how many caves are there in the entire Rogge camp?" I looked like I was fainting.

"That's why I said it's difficult to meet him. You can't do it without luck. Even we only met him once in these years." Seeing my exaggerated look, everyone laughed.

"Well, actually what I lack the most is luck." I said this and secretly added in my mind, it's bad luck.

"Brother, you can't act recklessly. The cave environment is more dangerous than the outside. You should be very clear after so many years of experience."

Sa Qili thought for a while and simply said: "How about this, if there is enough time, a few of us can take you to the entrance of the evil cave?"

"Anyway, it's enough to have a good fight." Tulakov picked his nostrils indifferently.

"As a decent gentleman, he should not interact with dark and dirty places like caves, but since it is the request of a newcomer, that is another matter."

"Then I'll bother you then." My curiosity was aroused, and I became even more interested in Lukogas, so I became rude after hearing this.

"By the way, Aunt Qili, you just said you met him once. What kind of person is he?"

"I don't know what to say. He is a very strange person. Although I met him once, I was completely ignored by him." Recalling that encounter, Sa Qili felt dumbfounded, but her expression was extremely yearning.

"If you meet him by chance, you will definitely recognize him at a glance. He is the best and most powerful blacksmith I have ever seen."

…

After saying goodbye to everyone and walking alone, I was still thinking about what Sa Qili said.

If she was ignored, how did she know that Rukogas was an excellent blacksmith?

Combining what I just said, I finally know what Old Man Farah means when he says "If you don't mind it, you can try to find him." I need to look for Rukogas in the many caves in the camp, and these caves seem to be The world he dug was extremely complex and vast. If you want to find such a person, you really have to be prepared for a lot of pain.

I hesitated whether to spend time looking for such a mysterious blacksmith who was marked with a question mark. When I came back to my senses, I found that... I was lost?

No, how could my mighty druid Wu Fan get lost? The camp in the third world is only as big as an area in the first world camp. It would be too sad to get lost in a place like this.

I pressed my temples and stared with wide eyes, activating the seventh sense that had been sleeping deep in my soul.

Ha, there it is! ! !

Following the instructions of my seventh sense, I kicked hard into the air at the opposite corner.

Wait, what's the point of doing this kind of thing at this time? You should be looking for a direction, right?

The person was already flying in the air, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. However, it was difficult to collect the water that was thrown out, so I had to wait for the flying kick skill to be released. After cooling down, I re-cast the terrifying seventh skill that was fully charged and ready to go. Feeling.

Because it's so terrifying, it's like a plug-in. I don't know how to describe it in words.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The originally empty corner, just when I was about to land on the air with my flying kick, suddenly, a sneaky figure emerged from the alley at right angles, and poked its head out of the corner. Before I had time to look around, , the head was in contact with the sole of my shoe.

"\u0026￥......"

Letting out a series of inexplicable screams, the human figure flew out like a piece of waste, hit the opposite wall, bounced back with a thud, rolled on the ground a few times, and then let out a killing pig-like howl.

"Ouch, my waist, my legs, my neck, who is it? Who is this unscrupulous guy who treats a poor old man like this?"

As he said this, he cast his eyes fiercely over and met my eyes.

I:"……"

gallon:"……"

"Does it hurt?" I grinned, squatted down, and looked up and down at the old man in front of me.

This is really hard to find, and it takes no effort to get it. I was thinking about where he would go to hang out in the third world, but I didn't expect that he would come to the camp to die.

"Are you trying to get kicked by me?" Old Man Galen was furious.

"Okay, you took care of me last time when I was injured. This time it's my turn to take care of you. I'll prepare a bowl of noodles for you later."

"etc!"

The word "noodles" seemed to have magic power. It immediately made old Galen's waist and legs no longer hurt, and he jumped up from the ground.

He looked around in panic, and then his suspicious eyes fell on me again.

"Boy...are you alone?"

Of course I knew what he wanted to ask, or what he was looking for, or what he was afraid of. I paused in awe, and then shook my head.

"No, there's another one."

"Who is it?" Old Man Galen immediately became vigilant, as if he saw that the situation was not good and was about to get out of the way.

"Linya, do you know Linya from Edward's family?"

"It turns out it's her, the little girl, that's good, that's good." Old Man Galen breathed a sigh of relief, swept away the hurried and embarrassed look just now, coughed a few times, straightened his chest, and became Immortal style, leg hair fluttering.

"That's it."

I smiled brightly, then naturally stretched my hand to my chest and shook the necklace.

"Little ghost, I met an acquaintance."

"Who is it?" came the dim voice from inside that the little ghost hadn't woken up yet. Then, she poked her upper body out of the necklace, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at the opposite side, which still maintained the fairy-like attitude, but had already Old man Galen was stunned and extremely lost his temper.

"Who is this old man?"

"Already forgotten?"

I smiled bitterly. Indeed, no matter how I thought about it, old man Galen, who I had only had a brief contact with, was not someone the little ghost would remember.

However, the little ghost's inability to remember does not mean that Gallon cannot remember. It should be said that that period was one of the darkest days in his life.

The source of all evil was a bowl of clear noodle soup with diamond chips made by the ghost in front of him. Just recalling it, Galen felt his teeth numb and his stomach tumbling, as if he was making a rustling indigestible sound. The sound of hard objects rubbing against each other.

Today's 10,000-word update is completed, and I can finally roll out of bed and rest. This is really a trade-off of health for commitment.

Xiaoqi has worked very hard, should everyone reward her with more monthly tickets?