Diablo Destruction

Popular recommendations:, , , , , , ,

After making up my mind to bring Xiao Heitan to the Holy See Mountain, I seemed to have let go of a heavy burden in my heart. Not to mention how refreshed I felt. Of course, it was definitely not because this would satisfy me in the hell world in the future. The reason why I feel happy because my daughter controls attributes is definitely not a superficial reason. Believe me, look at my sincere eyes.

Grandpa Wixon will have to wait a few days before he comes back, and the senior brother and second senior brother cannot go looking for him, otherwise Raphael's fragile little mind will definitely collapse, and he will most likely do something weird and impulsive. I'd better not go there. Well done to try.

The others, Sa Qili, Tulakov and Shashik plus the three adventure teams they led, have agreed to go to the hell world with me, plus Grandpa Wixon, if he is willing, the number of people can be counted. It's not satisfactory, but it's so-so.

In this way, what I came to the third world to do was actually completed in just one day. It was terrifying. I didn't expect that my efficiency would be so amazing if I took it seriously. I'm afraid Akara would also have to accept the defeat, right?

But then, just like in the Rogge Camp in the first world, there was nothing to do. Everyone was busy with things on the Holy See Mountain. As the protagonist of the incident, I was not doing my job all day long. The impact was very bad. I had to force it. Just find something for yourself to do.

At this time, I suddenly remembered, wouldn’t there be a lot to gain in the hell world? Just presented and disposed of.

So I called Tulakov. When it comes to handling equipment, there are probably few people in the third world who are better than Tulakov. This guy has a wide network of contacts and is enthusiastic. Who needs what. He knew who had something good but didn't want to exchange it for something else. He was happy to help with the transaction without charging any agency fees. Where can I find such a good person? If there were such things as good guy cards in the Dark World, Tulakov might have collected them all in his room.

Hearing that I had obtained the equipment in the hell world and wanted to take action, Tulakov put down the half-filled wine glass in his hand without saying a word and stopped blowing the cowhide. One of the greatest pleasures of barbarians was thrown aside by him, and he rushed over happily. Although everyone has his own good points, I can only say that this guy's hobbies are rather strange.

"Quick, quick, take them out. If you have any good equipment, let me, Lao Tu, see what the equipment in the hell world looks like." As soon as he entered the door, Tulakov couldn't wait to shout, followed by Shashik. The two muscular men stepped on the wooden board and made it creak. It seems that I have to remind them that whoever steps on the damage will repair it, so don't let it go unnoticed.

"I knew Shashik that you would follow suit." Sa Qili took out the tea, glanced at it, and said as expected.

"We've known each other for so many years and you still say things like this. By the time you've completely taken over the magpie's nest, have you considered yourself the mistress of this place?" Shahik pointed to the apron on his body, looking like a wife and housewife. The dressed-up Sa Qili asked.

"What's wrong? My younger brother originally lived here for me, right?"

"Ahem, of course, it's necessary. Even if I give this place to Aunt Qili, you can do it." I coughed a few times. Seeing that the trio was about to start bickering again, I quickly interrupted.

"Uncle Tulakov, you are serious. What kind of equipment does the hell world look like? Isn't it the same as the equipment that exploded in the third world? It's just that there are more monsters and strong ones there."

Saying that, I will prepare the equipment. After pouring out all the equipment, the originally empty hall was half filled with all kinds of equipment in the blink of an eye.

The three of them were stunned and stepped back to avoid being hit on their feet by the equipment. They pushed them to the edge of the door before stopping.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, newcomer, are you going to the hell world to harvest wheat? How many elite lords have you killed?" Tulakov rubbed his eyes, stepped on the equipment, and looked left and right. , tutted, full of envy.

"God knows, except for the few lords and demon kings I told you yesterday, I can't even count the others."

"Don't just envy the newcomer who killed so many powerful demon kings and dropped so many equipments. This requires absolute strength. If it were you, you would be able to get one or two of the worst things among them. The equipment is pretty good.”

Shashik was relatively calm and cast a look of contempt at his old rival.

"Hmph, I can't compare to the newcomer, but you..." Tulakov's eyes widened, and his pupils seemed to be spitting fire.

"Why, it seems you are not convinced?"

"Are you kidding? You are scared, right? Why did I see your legs trembling?"

"Very good, it seems we can't do it without a comparison."

"What kind of comparison?"

"Aren't we going to the hell world? For one month, we will see who has the most equipment and who has the best equipment."

"It's a deal."

“Puff——!!” “Puff——!!”

The two men, who had just made a manly agreement and were so powerful, were hunched over in the next moment. The hero was late. Needless to say, they were naturally affected by Sa Qili's aging finger.

"You're going to die in the hell world. I don't care, but don't drag your teammates down with you. Do you understand what I mean?" Sa Qili glared at the two of them with an angry face. Under the power of the camp witch, Tulako Husband and Shashik nodded like chickens pecking at rice, not daring to take a breath.

Well, Sa Qili taught her a good lesson. If she didn’t tell me, I would have stopped the two of them. The hell world is indeed not a place where you can mess around. Even I have to be careful. If they want to compete for equipment, they may risk their lives. Go up.

"Everyone, please help me sort out the equipment."

With that said, I took the lead on the equipment mountain, squatted down and started sorting it into categories. Little Heitan also jumped up and helped me. She was so good. I felt like she could happily eat five bowls of rice just by looking at my precious daughter.

Flipping through the pages, I suddenly froze and took out one of them.

"Aunt Qili."

"What's wrong?" Sa Qili, who was immersed in helping, raised her head and wiped the slight sweat on her forehead.

"Okay, take it. This is the reward I agreed to give you last night. Do you like it?"

Sa Qili stretched out her hand to take it, and when she saw Huang Bu Laji's head in her hand, she was startled and almost wanted to throw it away, but she quickly realized it.

"Withered Head?"

"And it's at the dark gold level, the Necromancer's exclusive equipment, the withered head!" Tulakov appeared beside her at some point, shouting in a louder and more surprised voice than Sa Qili.

"What?" Hearing Tulakov's voice shouting, Shashik couldn't sit still.

Unique gold exclusive equipment? This is a unique item that is said to have a lower explosion rate than the last four runestones that start with three characters. Its rarity can almost be regarded as an artifact in an era when artifacts are lacking.

"I remember there are three types of dark gold-level withered heads. No matter which one is the best necromancer equipment, Sa Qili, come and see which one it is. Don't be in a daze."

After shaking the stunned Sa Qili, she finally woke up and revealed the attributes of the withered head that had been identified.

Gnome.Priest Mark

Defense: 213-288

Durability: 20/20

Required level: 70

Strength required: 80

+268% defense enhancement

+10 mana gained after each enemy killed

40% increased chance of blocking

30% faster block rate

+2 Necromancer Skills

+75 energy

Mana regeneration 33%

All resistances +80

+2 Curse Skills (Necromancer only)

+5 skill points

Tulakov and Shashik's big mouths opened little by little until they opened as wide as possible. Their surprised expressions were as dramatic as any, making people unable to help but laugh.

"Good...good stuff, why, why isn't it exclusive equipment for barbarians?"

"What nonsense? The Paladin's exclusive dark gold equipment is obviously better."

Even in the midst of great shock, Tulakov and Shashik could not forget to bicker.

"How about it, Aunt Qili, is the reward enough? Can you agree to my request?" Looking at Sa Qili who was still in a daze, I asked impatiently.

"Little... little brother, you are really, what should I say? Although I don't want money to measure myself, what you gave me is too... too precious, and I can't accept it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't want it, who else can? I will definitely be reluctant to sell it. Do I want to keep it for myself?"

"No, I can't accept it. Little brother, you should exchange it for something else." Although Sa Qili was very excited about the sacrificial mark in her hand and wanted to put it on immediately and try it on, she also had her principles. No matter how familiar she was, Nor would he easily accept such a gift that was comparable to a divine weapon.

"I didn't expect Aunt Qili to be more stubborn and conservative than I thought. What should I do?" I was a little embarrassed.

"You're absolutely right. Despite Sa Qili's usual generous appearance, this guy is actually a deadbeat and insanely conservative. According to unreliable information, she may be the oldest girl in the camp... Pfft oh!"

As always, Tulakov likes to talk bad words to death, especially this time, it is so incredible that the old horse is about to give up. After eating the enhanced version of Sa Qili's old finger that went berserk in shame, he was summoned by another one. The freshly baked skeleton was dragged out, and a moment later there was an explosion outside. I silently made a sign of the cross to Tulakov on my chest, may you rest in peace, Amen.

However, Tulakov's suicide attempt gave me enough time to think about it, and I had already thought of a good way to persuade Sa Qili...

. . . (To be continued.)