Diablo Destruction

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The sandworm pliers that the little fox and I brought back were enough for Qiaxi to toss with for a long time until she followed us to the hell world. It would definitely be more than enough, so I was not in a hurry. After handing the materials over to her, I got to know her a little bit. The current situation of the giant blacksmith, how much inheritance she has absorbed, and the weapons and equipment in her shop. After more than half an hour, we left the blacksmith shop and returned to the trading market.

"We can't stay in the third world for a few days, so we have to digest those equipment quickly." I said as I walked, and I couldn't help but cast a complaining look at Tulakov. This guy was in a hurry to leave, and now the equipment is still there. Stay at home.

"Don't worry. I, Tulakov, am here. Don't worry about digesting it. However, there are so many pieces of equipment... it's impossible to find the owner one by one. It's too troublesome and a waste of time."

As soon as Tulakov finished patting his chest to reassure himself, he hesitated at the next sentence, but what he said was true. There were one or two hundred pieces of equipment accumulated at home. Even if Tulakov had an amazing memory, he could think of suitable buyers for these equipments. , but the other party is not necessarily in the camp, maybe they have gone out to practice. Do they want us to go to the wild to find them?

"So, Uncle Tulakov, what are you going to do?"

"What else can we do? Pick out the best dozen pieces, put the rest on the trading market, and let it go." Tulakov said a popular plan, and after thinking about it, it was indeed the most reasonable approach.

"If you want to digest it quickly, we have to work separately. We each get a batch of equipment and go to the trading markets in various regions to sell it. If we want to sell it faster, I have to use your elder power, my newcomer."

"What power?

"Call ten or eight soldiers, and then we need a pile of blank paper." Tulakov smiled mysteriously, as if he was very profound. As a result, when I called the soldiers and brought them a blank piece of paper, I found that it was unexpectedly simple and clear.

All we have to do is copy the attributes of all the equipment on paper. Make five copies and then take them to different areas. To put it bluntly, it is a price list so that buyers in all areas can see all the equipment and prices at a glance. Do you want this? The stall that is not mine is in the hands of so and so. Just go to the trading market in any region and find him to trade. As for how to set the price, Sa Qili and the other three are all veterans. Just take a look at the attributes of the equipment and they will know it. It is 10% or 20% lower than the market price, so they should be able to sell it quickly, right?

With the help of the soldiers, it took us about half an hour to complete the preparations and then divide all the equipment into five parts. Each brought a list of equipment, and the four of them rushed to each area, preparing to be vendors. What, you said there are five areas? It's very simple. Wouldn't it be enough to catch a strong man?

I was relatively familiar with Rogge Camp, so I got everyone's care, so I set up a stall here, selling all gold-level high-quality products. At first, I, the little fox, and the little ghost were the three of us. We are filled with all kinds of things, and we really can’t put them down. We have reluctantly discarded the slightly inferior golden equipment, so what we keep must be high-quality products. If it is not high-quality products, I will give you the toilet brush that God used. .

The items are high-quality and the prices are affordable. After half an afternoon, about one-third of them have been sold. Some adventurers rushed to other areas after reading the list. Some adventurers from other areas... All in all, Tulakov's strategy was very effective. I touched another bag of bulging gems and wiped away my sad tears.

I haven't made any money in a long time. If I don't get some gems, the little ghost will face a food crisis. If she is starving, her eyes will turn green and she will aim at me and make me sweat. I'm so sorry for the perfect diamond I got!

One afternoon passed, and I had a great harvest. Looking at the sunset on the horizon, I was preparing to close the stall and fight again tomorrow, but at this time I met an unexpected person.

"Hey, Junior Brother Wu, when did you come?"

Seeing Seattle and Carlos walking over, I was stunned for a while. What a coincidence. I thought Rafael arranged for them to be far away in order to prevent them from being abducted by me. , I never thought I could meet them here.

After the initial surprise, the three brothers all had happy smiles on their faces. In any case, it was a good thing to reunite.

"Me? I just came here yesterday, and here are you two. I came back from the hell world with a narrow escape. Grandma Akara even held a grand celebration banquet for me, but you didn't come back."

After the greetings, I immediately started to complain. The senior and second senior brothers were too indifferent this time and did not care about me as a junior brother at all. Look at the third senior sister? As soon as he came out of the cow pen, he immediately went to the hell world to find me. This is true love.

"Sorry, I couldn't make it in time to celebrate you. We were assigned some tasks by Raphael. You happened to be out on the days when you came back, and you didn't know the news at all. By the time you came back, your celebration banquet was over."

"That's right. Thinking about how I would have had a lot of wine and a big piece of barbecue that day to eat and drink to my heart's content, I regret it very much. Raphael is really becoming more and more unreliable. How could he arrange a task at that time?" Seatik also complained repeatedly, but soon his eyes flashed and he changed his interest.

"By the way, Junior Brother Wu, tell us about your experience quickly. You know that when we heard that you became the Demon King of Hell, you were fighting a powerful enemy. As a result, you were so frightened that you were almost cut in half by the opponent's knife. ." At this point, Seattlek showed a frightened expression. It seemed that the situation at that time was a hundred times more dangerous than what he said. Otherwise, how could such a tough guy and fighting maniac show a fearful expression?

"Then I'm really sorry. I don't want to. What do you think I want to be?" I said with a bitter look on my face. I mouthed all around: "Look, I'm about to become a rare animal. I can be raped anytime, anywhere. People gathered around to watch.”

Damn Lucifer, for fear of causing chaos in the world, he turned on the loudspeaker of the world and made everyone know my identity as the devil. Just this afternoon, I felt a hundred times more curious eyes than usual. Everyone wanted to Let’s see if I, the new devil king, have a pair of horns. Give birth to an extra pair of bat wings.

Fortunately, I have become accustomed to being watched, so I can still continue my business of setting up a stall. Anyone else would have been unable to bear such intense gazes.

"It must be very hard. As you can imagine, we adventurers are okay. The eyes of the common people are probably not just curious." The senior brother nodded, showing a look of pity. Sure enough, you understand me.

"Yes, but fortunately, Grandma Akara has spoken and done a lot for me. Now, generally speaking, no one will look at me with hostility."

"But curious eyes are always inevitable, right." Seattleik grinned, not caring about my feelings at all, Ni Zoukai!

"Forget it, it's getting late, let's talk about it when we get back."

I neatly put away the remaining equipment and packed it up for home. Not long after, Sa Qili and the others also came back. Just in time, I asked Tulakov to talk to my senior and second senior brothers. I have told him countless times since I came back about my experience in the hell world. Every time someone asks me about it, I feel like vomiting.

"I see, that's really thrilling. I didn't expect you to have met Andariel." After hearing Tulakov's revelation, the first and second senior brothers were shocked and envious.

"Wait, shouldn't you be surprised by my meeting with Lucifer first?"

"Well. Although I really want to be surprised, there is really no real sense of that kind of existence. Even if I am surprised, I don't know what to say. Andariel is our ultimate enemy. Compared with the unattainable Lucifer, I don't care. Andariel is more practical."

The senior brother is a real person and speaks the truth. He heard Seattle Ke nod his head repeatedly.

"How does that feel? Is Andariel really that strong?"

"Yeah, to be honest, my calves were shaking at the time. My instinct as an adventurer kept sending sharp signals, telling me to turn around and leave without even touching the enemies in front of me."

"Even Junior Brother Wu, whose combat power has reached perfection, you feel this way. You suddenly lose confidence." Carlos shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What are you talking about? Carlos, think about it, how old we are, how old Andalil is, if we give Andalil that much time... no, even one-tenth of the time, then It’s been a full thousand years. If I practice for another thousand years, I can defeat two Andarils.”

Compared to Carlos who faces reality, Seattlek is very optimistic and arrogant, worthy of his title of fighting madman.

"Well said, give me a thousand years of training time, maybe I can fight Andariel." Tulakov, who is also a barbarian, became excited.

"Forget it. If you can live another five hundred years, you should have fun." Shashik struck mercilessly.

Not counting advanced beings such as dragons and angels, or alternative beings such as Benzina and Little Ghost, the lifespan of a powerful person with world power can generally reach more than five hundred years. Of course, this only refers to the case of natural death. In fact, How many strong people can live for five hundred years? So far, I have only seen one person who can live to this age, not to mention Yalandlan. She may also be the longest-lived person on the continent. Next is the Hairy Leg Immortal, who may be four or five hundred years old, because Even Grandpa Wixon wants to call him senior.

"No matter what you say, I just want to outlive you." Tulakov was furious and pushed his head hard. Shashik was not to be outdone, and the two of them pushed each other's heads like a bullfight.

"Don't worry, I will definitely plant a cow dung flower in front of your grave."

"This is what I want to say. I will place a urinal in front of your grave. No, it would be better to make your tombstone shaped like a urinal."

"At that time, I will drag you to hell. Yes, I will put your head in the urinal. Anyway, the ingredients of both are the same."

We're quarreling again. There's really no other way. Can't we just love each other like the first senior brother and second senior brother? Well, although these two people also tried to kill themselves during combat training... (To be continued.)