Diablo Destruction

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Seeing that the three uncles all looked like they were reincarnated from starvation, I did not whet their appetites and took out the hot meals that Vilas had just prepared in the morning, and then took out a few jars of good wine. ,

When I looked up, I saw that there was already a mess in front of me. Three barbarians were fighting for it. They were stuffing a bunch of food with their left hand and a dish with their right hand. They wanted to burst their mouths.

Seeing this scene, I realized that the dining table Shura scene that often takes place at home is still the same. Whether it is the victorious general Ben Druid at the dining table, or the handsome Princess Sanwu who can't speak a mountain, and The bottomless little ghost of the strong man and the elusive assassin Dead Dog all seemed too weak in front of these barbarians who looked like they had been hungry for thousands of years.

"Guys, there's still plenty of food to eat. Take your time."

As a result, my well-intentioned dissuasion not only failed, but had the opposite effect. As soon as they heard that there was more, they couldn't wait to finish what was in front of them, eating what was in their hands, looking at what was in the pot, and thinking about what others were eating, which was right in front of them. The most realistic portrayal of these three evil savages.

In order to satisfy these three barbarians, I specifically ordered Vilas to double the originally estimated portion. Now it seems that it is still a bit conservative. The portion is enough to feed ten barbarians. In the case of these three ancient barbarians, In front of the hero, it only took a mere five minutes for the dishes to be messed up and cleared away. Even the sauce was licked clean.

Because he is an ancient hero, are his appetite and speed also at the level of an ancient hero?

Korik picked his teeth carelessly and patted his belly. He almost scared me to urinate when he said "eighty percent full." Can you still eat your feelings?

After the meal it was time to enjoy wine among the three of us. Tarik, who seemed honest, calm and taciturn, was the most addicted to alcohol. He would rather give up the fight for the dining table with the other two people. He stopped when he was about six to seven points full (according to Tarik's food intake). Each held a jar of wine with different flavors, squinting and savoring life.

It wasn't until the ten jars of wine were drunk that the three uncles looked like they were still satisfied, patted me on the shoulders, and showed encouraging and approving glances.

"Well done. We will continue to carry it forward in the future, increase the portion size of the food by about 40%, and bring ten or eight more jars of wine, which will be enough."

"You still want to be full of love?" I rolled my eyes seriously.

"Also, is it really okay to drink so much wine? Can you really drink it? Even if you can drink it, aren't you afraid that the adventurers who come to test you will smell the smell of alcohol from your statues?"

"You don't need a little guy like you to worry about this kind of thing."

Korik and Madoc laughed, and over the course of the meal, they had forgotten the quarrel they had just made. Drunk, smelling of alcohol, they hugged each other and hugged each other. It seems that hunger can easily lead to a surge in anger. Look at these two people who are well fed and drunk, even their ferocious tattooed faces that are very characteristic of barbarians are so happy that they are about to melt away in peace.

Of course, Willas's craftsmanship also played an important role in this. If it were replaced by the salty hell of the little fox, they probably wouldn't be able to laugh.

"Little guy. Thank you for your hospitality. Remember to keep it up next time. We have definitely identified this flavor."

They patted my shoulders one by one and almost made me plant my lower body in the snow. The three well-fed and drunken men picked their teeth clean. They jumped up and climbed onto their respective high platforms, ready to continue cosplaying the stone statues and waiting for the arrival of the next adventure team.

With difficulty, I pulled my legs out of the snow. Seeing that they were about to enter the petrified state again, I lowered my head and thought for a moment. Did I forget something important? It was not just to send good wishes to these three uncles. Good food and wine, right?

When I thought of the correct answer, I almost burst into tears, and I stretched out my hand to hold him back with a big-nosed ego.

"Wait, I still have something to say!"

The three barbarians who were about to be petrified stopped and looked at me with slight doubts.

"Is there anything else? Oh, maybe I want to discuss next time's menu. That's too polite. That's too polite. But since the little guy is so thoughtful, I can't put it off. I'll prepare more braised food next time."

"Are you kidding me? Barbecuing is the way to go!"

"Wine, if only there was more Sac Cristal."

The three uncles started a discussion without permission, and their faces turned red as they argued, as if that was really the case and I had already agreed to them.

"Wait, you misunderstood, I never said such a thing."

"Oh, I didn't say it. Goodbye then." When the third uncle heard this, he felt very happy and was about to go to sleep.

"I know! I know! That's what I do! So please listen again, I still have something to say!" I was so angry that my nostrils were filled with smoke, but I couldn't help it. Who could let me ask for it? As for people.

"That makes sense."

"Yes, yes, be more relaxed and behave like a grown man."

"The one who is stingy is always a kid in diapers."

The faces of the three barbarians were as bright as the weather, and they all showed charitable smiles. Can I really kneel down for you?

"That's right. Actually, I think...haven't you said before that one day when I am strong enough, I can come back to challenge you and challenge you who have used all your fighting power? If I win, give me something good. Right, you haven’t forgotten this, right?”

I stared at the three of them closely, for fear that they would slap the back of their heads and say, ah, I don’t remember this happening at all. Did we say such things? Or he laughed nonchalantly and nodded to show that he had said such a thing, but ah, that reward, the heart of Harrogath, was cooked and eaten by us when we were really hungry.

"There is such a thing, it seems that I did say it." Kolik was not sure.

"Let me think about it. There have been a lot of geniuses in recent years. I have told several people that I can't remember clearly." Madoc held his forehead as he thought.

"I told you." Talik said concisely.

"..." Of these guys, Tarik is indeed the most reliable.

"Okay, I'll treat you like this, but... you don't want to challenge now, do you?" Kolik subconsciously touched the two-handed ax behind his back, as if to say, Damn it, I heard that you like to die?

"That's right. Please agree to my request." I took a deep breath, feeling like I would be pissed to death by the three of them if I continued. Is this their strategy to defeat others without fighting?

"Wait, let's remember carefully, when did I say these words to you?" The three barbarians looked at each other for a long time, and began to feel a little uneasy.

"Remember when you first came to challenge us, you were in the pseudo-domain realm, right? You were beaten badly by us at that time."

"Yes...yes." I blushed. I wasn't fooled by those bastards at the beginning. I didn't know that the test of the ancient barbarians would have such a cheating setting. My strong enemy was also strong. I thought I could easily crush him with the Harrogas-level combat power in the second world, but I was crushed by someone else's heel.

Later, I learned my lesson and used the werewolf transformation. Relying on the extreme speed of the werewolf transformation, I finally convinced these three people to let me go.

"It must have been ten years."

"It's only been ten years."

"It's too short."

The three people continued to lament that for them, who had been guarding the top of Arreat for thousands of years, ten years was indeed a blink of an eye.

Ten years. Pretty much, hearing these words. I was in a daze, filled with nostalgia. Before I knew it, ten years had passed since my first time with them. How many decades are there in life?

No, wait. It seems that for many ten years, I subconsciously brought in the ideas of the original world. It was indeed not much, but now I am an adventurer in the Dark Continent, reaching the level of the power of the world by myself. If you can take good care of your noble (?) body and don't run around and get killed, you can barely live for nearly a thousand years, or at least five or six hundred years.

Unfortunately, how many adventurers can survive to die of natural causes? I have met so many world power level experts in the third world. So far, except for exceptions like Yalandlan and the three barbarians in front of me, the Hairy Leg Immortal is the oldest among the people I have met. And his age is only four or five hundred...er, should we say five or six hundred? In short, he should be over five hundred years old, and even Grandpa Wixon, the green dragon druid, is his junior.

Oh no, if it wasn’t limited to other human forms, I had completely forgotten that there is a little ghost. It’s a pity that this stupid saint has a reputation of long live, but she is a complaining saint who has been focusing on complaining for a hundred thousand years, and there is also a doll princess. , if she counts, 30,000 years is more exaggerated than a little ghost. Unfortunately, he has a vicious tongue and occasionally pretends that I am an artificial intelligence and cannot understand you when he is in trouble. Ni Zoukai is so angry that he is worth his life.

Thinking about it this way, the older Saint Doll I know has quite a lot of hair on her legs. But, could it be that the older she gets, the weirder her personality becomes?

"It's just that it seems we didn't say what we said at that time." Madoc remembered something again. It seemed that his brain was not petrified or frozen by the wind and snow on the mountain top.

"That's right. Didn't I come to visit you from time to time in the future? You said this to me once when I broke through to the realm."

I also pretended to have a good memory for once, and actually started to remind the other party. This is definitely an important moment worthy of being recorded in dark history.

"Yes, yes, that's right. When you said that, my impression came to me. It was that time. But, if I calculated correctly, it was only seven or eight years since that time, right?" The three of them said The barbarian uncles started playing the arithmetic game again. Don’t they know this is my specialty?

"So, what exactly do you want to say?" Seeing the three people chattering, I couldn't help but interrupt.

"In other words, it took you less than two years to break through from the pseudo-realm to the realm of the realm?"

"Yeah, the pseudo-realm is just a transitional stage, nothing like it, right?"

I nodded. Now that I have become more knowledgeable and slowly understood the essence of the pseudo-realm, I said these words. Why is the pseudo-realm a pseudo-word, and the power of the world is not called the power of pseudo-devouring the world? The difference is here. The pseudo-domain is actually a part of the domain, just like the eggshell of an egg. It is a vassal existence. Therefore, the powerful angels, demons and dragons do not have such a setting as a pseudo-domain in their eyes. Everyone below the second wing It's a weakling. What other levels of strength are there?

In fact, it is said that in the era before the Doomsday War, when the Dark Continent had not yet been created, there was no such thing as the realm of world power. For the angel demon dragons at that time, they were weak from the four wings down. You grade weak chickens, you are really kidding me, right?

However, although they all have the same experience of being treated as weak chickens, the power of the world is stronger than the pseudo-realm, and it is not such a vassal existence. It is a real independent power stage, unlike the pseudo-realm. and relationships between domains.

Having said so much, I just want to express one idea, pseudo-field is for geniuses. It is really just a transitional stage. It is difficult to break through to the pseudo-realm, but it will be easier to reach the realm after the breakthrough, because when you are in the pseudo-realm, you have already understood some of the essence of the realm.

However, after saying so much, my body is still stuck in the pseudo-realm.

"..."

This is a lifestyle that never forgets to complain about oneself. Should I change it? Otherwise, I will die from my own complaints sooner or later.

"Okay. It takes two years to break through to the realm. We can accept it for the time being." The third uncle thought for a while and found that it really made sense, so he nodded happily, but then glared angrily.

"But, you said that it only took you eight years to break through to the realm of world power? Or are you saying that you don't know our true strength at all?"

"Listen to Grandma Akara, oh, she is the current Grand Elder of the Alliance." I was afraid that they didn't know Akara, so I explained it specifically.

"Your strength is at the peak of world power, right."

"..." The words seemed to be right. But the big copper bell eyes of the three uncles stared even wider.

"You know you still dare to challenge?"

"Could it be that you have not only broken through to the realm of world power, but also have the capital to defeat us?"

"This is the funniest joke I've heard in thousands of years. Tarasha back then didn't have the guts to challenge us."

No, he probably just forgot about this. After all, Tarasha was a powerful being who could fight against the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods back then. He was known as the strongest person in modern dark history, much stronger than the Hairy Leg Immortal. Isn't it like playing tricks on you three?

"I just can't understand it anyway."

"Isn't your druid turned into a dragon?"

"I've only heard of druids transforming into dragons, but never heard of dragons transforming into druid?" "No, even a giant dragon can't break through in such a short period of time."

The three people's words to each other almost confused my head.

"I'm talking about three people. What's the use of just talking about it here? You'll know after you try it, right?"

"The tone is not small." The three of them said in unison.

"Well, for the sake of good wine and good meat, I have to give you a chance, even though we can't believe it." After making eye contact for a moment, the three barbarians said loudly.

"..." It seems that it is a wise choice to bring good wine and meat to serve the uncles. If I had brought something worse, they wouldn't even give me a chance to try it.

"Where should I try it?" I pretended to look around for a place, but my eyes were fixed on the three of them.

You have just been here, and the top of Arreat will collapse to show you at any time, and the fragile first world space will swallow you up at any time.

"Come with us." Sure enough, the three barbarians jumped down from the high platform and walked towards... towards the entrance of the World Stone Fortress?

I quickly followed, not forgetting to express my inner doubts.

"Could it be that this is where the battle takes place?"

"Otherwise, where do you think you are, how can the First World withstand such a torment? Of course, the premise is that you really have such strength." Madoc glanced at me and refused to believe it. If I didn't have confidence, , I have nothing to do to torture you.

Sorry, actually I really don't have confidence.

"The World Stone Fortress is a small alien space. In the first world, only this kind of place can withstand the hardships. Unfortunately, the technology of space magic has been lost long ago." Tarik explained as he walked.

Old Man Farah has been working on space magic. Is this just for this?

"These are precious treasures left to us by the ancients."

"Here we are, the arena for our barbarians." As I walked, I had already become dizzy. At this time, the three people in front finally stopped and pointed forward.

As I took a closer look, I was shocked. This was more than just an arena. It was a battle space platform with no boundaries in sight.

"I didn't expect there to be a place like this inside the World Stone Fortress."

"That's right, even among the tribe, not many people know about this place. I think back then, our barbarian tribe held the grandest competitive battles here."

"Aren't you afraid that the World Stone will be damaged in the aftermath of the battle?" I asked with a wry smile.

"It is honor and pride to show the bravery of our barbarian clan in front of the great World Stone. Moreover, you underestimate the World Stone. How can it be so easily broken."

"Isn't the World Stone in the third world already damaged?" I counterattacked, leaving the three of them speechless.

"Ahem, in short, all you need to know is that there is such a place."

"Okay, can we start now?"

"You can't wait anymore. Are you really not lying?"

"Is it good for me to lie?"

"This is true, but before seeing it, we will still be skeptical. If you want to gain our approval, show your strength here." Korik has drawn out his giant ax and pointed at the battlefield ahead.

"It's so hard to tell the truth these days." I shook my head helplessly and suddenly jumped up and landed on the battlefield.

A strong ancient battle aura spurted out from the ground, as if it condensed the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of hundreds of millions of warriors, making people's blood boil. Even a thin mage, standing in this place, can't help but look up to the sky like a barbarian. Yelled.

I looked down and saw the traces of countless swords and axes on the ground. From these ancient traces, I seemed to see barbarians here, fighting for their own blood and glory, leaving behind scenes that are shocking. Praise for the brave battle of Chanyeol.

"Welcome to the most sacred battlefield of our barbarian clan. Boy, if you lie to us, you will never have the opportunity to stand here again, do you understand?"

On the opposite side, Korik, Madok, and Talik have all grasped their weapons, and the ancient fighting spirit that seems to be integrated with the battlefield is slowly emanating from them, majestic and majestic.

"Then use your eyes to see clearly." I took a deep breath.

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. . . (To be continued...) u