Diablo Destruction

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Lal, who was walking at the front to explore the route, suddenly turned back. He gestured to us, and the three of us stopped immediately.

"There is a Sinking Devil's camp ahead. You guys wait here while I go to investigate."

The Sinking Demon is the most common monster in this land. Its fiery red skin looks particularly funny, and its short stature is as wretched and ugly as a goblin.

This is not the first time we have encountered such a situation. After all, the Sinking Devil is the most common monster here. We have encountered many Sinking Devil camps on the road in the past few days, and there have been several times where several fallen demons suddenly emerged from the bushes. A hard-skinned mouse shrunk its neck and shot at us with a few swipes and needle pricks. Yesterday at noon, we even found a few rotting corpses wandering in front of us - although I am not familiar with this kind of thing that almost makes me feel a shadow. The carrion is extremely repulsive, but the other three are happy. Compared to other monsters, the carrion not only has more experience, but is also the easiest to deal with. Even barbarians can easily evade it with its slow movements. As long as they are not attacked by Surrounded, they are simply synonymous with experience.

With a mysterious look on his face, Lal told me what was said to be his exclusive secret: the wight is the monster with the highest explosive rate in the bloody wasteland. The only ring he has on his body now is from the wight—although to In the end, when they killed these carrion corpses, they didn't even drop a single coin.

Because there are no assassins or Amazons in the team who are suitable for reconnaissance work, I have to let Lal, who is a paladin, do the investigation. At least in this respect, paladin is better than barbarian. As a druid, I don’t have assassins or Amazons. I should step forward when the time comes. The Druid's natural magic and summoning have more advantages than the Paladin in terms of reconnaissance. However, after learning that I was only level 1 and had not even learned how to summon a crow, Lal was very disappointed. He accepted the job considerately and did not ask me to die.

By the way, I still don’t understand, am I really a Druid? In the past few days, I have become familiar with my body and found that both my strength and agility have improved dozens of times compared to before the time travel. In the past, I would not have had the physical strength to keep up with Lal and the others, who would do them almost a dozen times a day. Hours of rapid march speed.

But even so, can I, a time traveler, really master the skills in this dark world? It’s better not to make an own mistake then. I think I should ask Lal and the others for advice after the battle is over. After accepting the reality that I have traveled through time, what I am most afraid of now is my ability.

After a while, Lal came back, with a face that couldn't hide his happiness: "It's a small group of fallen demons, including an elite-level fallen magician."

According to my observations in the past few days, the small group Lal mentioned is about 7-12. As for the Sunken Magician, I believe those who have played Diablo will know that it is just holding a ghost-headed staff, playing with fireballs, and having fun. The little old man who transformed into a corpse, and the elites probably refer to those monsters with special attributes.

Looking at the happy faces on their faces, it seems that elite monsters are indeed rare to encounter, and with their strength, even if they encounter them, they may not be able to kill them. This is not a game after all, but they can be resurrected immediately if they die. It's not a hundred percent sure that you can pat your butt and run to pick up corpses. It's better to cherish your life and stay away from the elite.

The elite-level fallen magician and a small team of fallen demons in front of them are exactly the kind of people they can handle. This kind of good thing is smaller than the chance of winning the lottery, so even if he is always close to the stinky-faced Gefu, He also smiled brightly. It seems that he still hasn't mastered the art of pretending to be cool. He just needs time to train him properly. Look at us, even if Lal said that Andariel (the first level BOSS) was coming to kill us, we would still do the same. My legs are not weak and my waist is not bent. Well, I probably fainted from the shock...

The four people slowly bent down and followed the leader Lal like a domestic 007. My position inside was actually quite awkward. On the one hand, even if I followed, I couldn't help much - although after observation, I do feel that with my gradually increasing strength in the past few days, if I have a so-so weapon - even a rusty iron sword, I can easily take down a Sinking Demon, but if I don't have enough experience in this world Before I knew it, I would never risk my life. The triangular venomous snake I met this morning told me that this is definitely not the same world as Diablo, but it is surprisingly similar in some aspects.

On the other hand, I had to follow them closely. God knows if there would be a lot of monsters, monsters, pets, obscene things, etc. popping up in the jungle if I left them.

After all, even with Lal's average level of over 11, they would not dare to walk sideways in a place like the Bloody Wasteland where level 1-4 monsters are infested, let alone a little kid like me who has never killed a monster. ?

I shamelessly asked Lal if I would share their experience if I were near them. Lal’s answer made me feel reassured but also a little disappointed. There really is no such thing as mixed experience in this real world. , masters lead you to practice such beautiful things, you will get as much experience as you fight. Hey, it's a pity. I once thought that when I got rich in the future, I would find a master to gain experience, but I drooled all night in vain for this, no!

The Sinking Demon's camp slowly appeared in front of me, about 200 meters away. My eyes, which used to be slightly myopic due to long-term use of the Internet, have become better and better since I came to this world. Now I can even I saw a large pot on the Sinking Devil camp. From the boiling liquid in it, a human skull, hand bones, foot bones, ribs and ribs emerged from time to time. In short, it was more than enough to put together a complete human skeleton. , it seems that another daredevil accidentally broke into their sphere of influence and was caught and tortured.

A few days ago, I would have been so frightened that I fainted when I saw this scene. But now, although I can't bear it, I seem to be a little numb. On the road these days, several people with weird postures appear from time to time. White bones, leftover corpses, and rotting corpses half-buried in the soil that suddenly jumped out, all severely tempered my visual nerves. I have to say that the power of human habit is terrifying. When eating and drinking When I was sleeping in an environment like a horror movie, I found that my nerves were now extremely tough. Even if a rotting corpse suddenly appeared in front of me at this moment, I would still have the confidence to knock it to the ground with one punch. Well, then, then immediately Escape.

One, two, three, four... I counted carefully, and there were 9 fallen demons. At this time, they were dancing weird dances like African natives around the pot. The long white knives in their hands were extremely dazzling. I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when I saw it - it's pitiful that our generation of future Druid masters are still bare-handed!

However, it is not practical to seize the long knives from their hands - unless they are exposed, they will disappear together with the bodies of the fallen demons after a while.

At this time, the nine fallen monsters were making strange noises while doing something that looked like they were tap dancing. Sitting next to them was today's protagonist, with dark red skin and a blood-red sunken devil. It is particularly bright, and the motionless sitting posture is like a calm demeanor like a Taoist monk. Occasionally, a flash of light flashes through the eyes that are opened, and then it turns into Gujing Bubo, just looking at the dancing fallen demons. There was a hint of disdain, as if a group of rookies were showing off their martial arts skills in front of peerless masters.

"Wait a minute." I whispered. The three people who were about to take action turned back and looked at me with doubts on their faces.

Humph, are you confused? This is the insurmountable and absolute gap between you and me. With my sharp eyes, which have been on the Internet for many years, this old fallen magician with an unattractive appearance definitely has something worth mentioning. Biandalil's strength had to be hidden in such an unknown place for some reason. I feel proud to think that I finally played a role in this team.

Just when I was about to tell them the unchanging law of the master Xiao Yin in the forest and the big hidden in the city, the Sunken Magician in the distance suddenly made a move. I saw it raised its head and shot a sharp eye knife straight towards our hiding place. .

I was shocked inside. It had obviously been lowering its head just now. Could it be that it detected us hundreds of meters away with just its breath sensor? My vision was indeed right. Fortunately, I stopped it in time. It might be too late to run now.

I saw the old fallen magician, holding the ghost-headed staff tightly in his right hand, and waving it lightly with his left hand. The demeanor of a strong man, the demeanor of a master, made me feel frightened, and the fallen magician who was still around the pot just now quickly flew away. The people gathered behind him, putting on a vigilant look, and instantly changed from the casual gangster to a battle-hardened soldier.

Sure enough, they found us. It looked like they were about to charge. I was shocked. I was about to pull Lal and the three of them to run away. At this time, I saw the fallen magician standing aside.

"Hum hum ha hey, hum hum ha hey..."

The fallen magician danced with his arms and legs, humming a strange emphasis with unknown meaning, and stepped on the seven stars. It was like dancing a great god's dance, or like a sheep going crazy. He jumped around the cauldron, and his buttocks were as fast as a drill with enough electricity. Twisting, the little Sinking Demon standing behind him looked at the mage with admiration, as if he was the most devout fan who met his idol.

"Humph haha, humhem haha..." The mage's tune has been echoing in the wilderness, slowly reaching our ears with the wind.

"What's wrong, Wu?" Lal asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Uh~~ Please be sure to chop that fallen magician into pieces..." I said with a gloomy face and gritted teeth.

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