Diablo Destruction

Want to chase?

Looking at the tail of the monster army, I was thinking hard, and then I had an idea and clapped my hands.

Are you kidding, you bastard!

Are you going to catch up and be ridiculed and beaten by a group of monsters? !

That methodical retreat was clearly like saying: hurry up and catch up, and let me loosen your bones before my brother. It will be comfortable, very comfortable. Maybe you can even see the kind smile of the grandmother waving across the river bank.

Or a few blood bear energy cannons as a friendly gift?

Forget it, it's useless. A bunch of blood bear energy cannons can kill more than a thousand monsters. It's not painful for a monster army with hundreds of thousands of people. When the resurrection time passes, there will be another group of monsters.

Based on the above, it can be concluded that if you want to completely defeat this monster army, even killing the tooth skin is of little use. At most, it will only make the monster's organization a little chaotic. There are only two real ways.

The first method is the least technical. It is very simple. Just wipe out most of the hundreds of thousands of monsters in a short period of time and completely defeat them. This is something that even a child can think of.

The second way is to find out the mastermind behind the scenes and defeat his conspiracy. These monsters are gathered together under the pressure of superiors. Some monsters are also mortal enemies of each other. Once there is no constraint from the string behind the scenes, they will become a mob. Maybe they will fight first, and have a rare tournament of monsters in the western kingdom of the second world that has never been seen in a thousand years. The winner will not get a prize.

If you think about it this way, you really have a long way to go.

Sighing, he slowly landed on the city wall. He closed his cloak at the moment of canceling the transformation - but these adventurers could not be allowed to see that their envoy was actually still a little boy who was still young enough to be their grandson. He had great prestige. , Well, prestige.

With my feet on the ground, shrouded in the shadow of the cloak, and feeling a little mysterious, I raised my head and faced thousands of scorching gazes.

"Everyone, I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you?"

Facing countless looks that were several times hotter than the last time we met, I felt suffocated for a moment. Then, the experience I learned from dealing with Princess Sanmu and the rotten girl Aleus for many years came into use at this time.

Being restrained in emotions and being concise and to the point are what is commonly referred to as the attribute of being speechless. Of course, I am not trying to be cute or arrogant, I am just not good at dealing with people and am not used to facing these passionate eyes.

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Lord Messenger."

For some reason, these soldiers straightened their bodies and answered loudly and powerfully, as if they were undergoing a review.

After looking at the tens of thousands of faces that were full of battle exhaustion but incomparable perseverance, I felt a sense of relief in my heart.

If you work hard for these lovely warriors, Sajia's life will be worth it.

My eyes are scanning the faces, is it my imagination? Wherever they looked, their spirits seemed to suddenly improve a bit, and their faces that were full of exhaustion just now suddenly shone brightly. Could it be that their own eyes were like the vitality bullets of a eldest sister who had been living in the old library for a long time? effect?

"How are the casualties?"

Although I can't figure out what this situation is, and although I can't bear to attack these warriors who have finally lifted up their spirits and are full of fighting spirit, for the sake of the next words, I still asked this most serious and demoralizing question.

Sure enough, the faces that were still shining with inexplicable starlight suddenly dimmed, as if the bright sun was suddenly shrouded by dark clouds. These proud heads lowered one by one, and some even shed tears silently.

What kind of loss can make these steel-like warriors cry?

Although I was mentally prepared, I felt a chill in my heart when I heard a heavy battle report from the wizard in charge, Ollie.

Nine days have passed since the start of the war in the Lost City. After nine days of fighting day and night, more than two hundred soldiers have fallen one after another. Most of them are soldiers, a small number of mercenaries, and job transfers. Also accounted for nine.

These warriors were all excellent warriors who had gone through the training with a survival rate of less than one-fifth in the first world and got here. Because of this battle, they fell in the yellow sand.

If you include the other four cities and the Rogge camp whose situation is still unknown, the combined losses are already greater than the losses caused by the monster attack on the village eight years ago.

The entire lost city was shrouded in deep sadness. The devastated city walls and collapsed ruins in the city made the atmosphere even heavier. Even I, who had never experienced this battle with my own eyes, felt that Out of breath.

I'm sorry, but I created this depressed atmosphere on purpose.

After glancing at the many silent faces, I gently said three heavy words.

"Retreat."

Yes, give up on the Lost City. It is really unfavorable here. The climate is harsh, the monsters are powerful, and the commander is extremely cunning. The most important thing is that all the civilians in the Lost City have been moved. It is already an empty city. , this empty city is located deep in the desert. Apart from being an ancient battlefield, it has no other value. Even if it is abandoned, the loss to the entire Western Kingdom will not be great.

The benefits are that it can not only reduce unnecessary casualties, but also add a new force to the other four cities that are more valuable for protection, killing two birds with one stone. Compared with these benefits, the losses and disadvantages caused by abandonment are simply negligible.

These three words, as if with magic, floated into the ears of every soldier, making their sad faces turn blue and white.

As adventurers who have come this far, it’s not that they don’t know this truth, but they also have their own persistence, and now, I want to break their persistence and reduce unnecessary casualties.

"Lord Messenger!"

Ollie's high-pitched voice rang in the ears of every gray-faced adventurer.

"I want to protect this place!!"

I want to protect this place...

I want to protect this place...

Guard this place......

Guard this place......

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed loudly in the sky above the Lost City, like a thunder, illuminating every dim face and reinjecting brilliance into these lost souls.

Compared with the leaders of the other four cities, although the wizard Oli is calm, wise and capable of commanding, in the eyes of other adventurers, this ability can only be called a staff officer and strategist, not a general. He lacks the ability to be a general. Momentum, a kind of charisma as a leader.

But now, they know that they were wrong. Oli, who stepped forward to say this, is completely a qualified general and a leader who convinces everyone.

"Why?"

I saw the change in the adventurer and sighed slightly.

"very many."

Ollie's voice became firmer and he looked back at the warrior behind him. As a mage, his well-proportioned body exuded a pride that was no less than that of a warrior.

"Some of the people here are fighting for the Lost City, some are fighting for the beliefs in their hearts, and some are fighting for a promise or persistence. The reasons are different, but everyone's determination is the same!!"

Taking a deep breath, at this moment, the hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers seemed to be connected together. They followed Ollie's movements in unison and raised their weapons high.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, fight to the death..."

The sound shook for ten miles, and even the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed, and rays of sunlight began to gradually fall, illuminating the weapons held high by every warrior, and covering the lost city with ruins with a layer of golden armor that made people praise and cry.

"Every soldier here stays here voluntarily." Ollie's eyes were full of determination, and he suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"Sir Messenger, please forgive my willfulness. I know that this impulsive idea will bring unbearable bitter consequences to the alliance and the relatives of the soldiers. However, we have reasons why we have to fight! We cannot throw it away. Faith! Determination to defeat yourself!”

"Swish, swish, swish -"

Immediately behind Ollie, there was a unified voice, and tens of thousands of soldiers all knelt down.

This kneeling is not for anyone, but a painful repentance for my own willfulness, the alliance, the people I cherish, and the people who value me.

Then, he abandoned these scruples and transformed into the evil ghost he swore to protect! !

Looking at the kneeling soldiers one after another, my eyes started to get hot unconsciously. I blinked my hot eyes and looked at Ollie kneeling in front of me on one knee. I tried my best to keep a hint of indifference in my voice. Trembling.

"Ollie, you've failed in your duty."

"Yes, I know."

He lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, but Ollie's voice was still sonorous, exactly like a naughty child who said he didn't dare in front of the teacher after a fight.

Really, these guys are obviously several times older than me, why are they so willful and uneasy? Don't they know that every time a soldier is lost here, for the old fox in Akara, it is like cutting off a piece of meat in his heart?

Why is there an impulse in my heart to accompany them for a while? Logically speaking, I should have passed the age when I was moved to tears by hot-blooded boy comics. Is it to take revenge on the old fox Akara for his long-term exploitation?

"Stand up, warriors!!"

With a crisp sound, a long sword exuding a dark golden color was raised high in the air, and the cold voice gradually became louder.

"Raise your proud heads, straighten your unyielding spine, go on according to your own will, abandon all pity and hesitation, raise the weapons in your hands, and use the wailing and blood of the enemy to rectify our pride! You all That’s good.”

It was like a textbook declaration, although it was extremely cliché, but what these passionate warriors needed now was such a recognition and a determination. In an instant, the neat swishing sound sounded again, and the warriors stood up straight, holding up the weapons in their hands. , shouted loudly with a cry from the depths of his soul.

"Fight! Fight! Win! Win!"

Taking a deep breath, I grasped the long sword tightly, my gaze extremely firm.

Today, let us accompany you for once. If it is your mission to protect the Lost City, then my mission is to protect you.

Seeing the frantic shouting up and down the city wall, the long sword held high drew a semicircular arc of light in the air and disappeared in my hand. I turned around silently and left.

Perhaps, my decision this time was not wrong. Although I will lose more precious soldiers because of it,...

Feeling the soaring determination and fighting spirit behind me, I raised my head slightly and squinted my eyes to look at the bright sun half-peeping from the dark clouds.

However, as someone who has experienced it, I know very well that if you want to break through the level of the pseudo-realm, you must have this strong obsession as a catalyst. Although more sacrifices will be made, the warriors who survive will break through and become masters of the pseudo-realm. The probability will also be greatly improved.

Sacrifice for potential? Could it be that this is also a subconscious reason for making one's decision? It's almost the same as Akala and the others when monsters attacked the village eight years ago. Maybe I've been led astray by them.

Ollie noticed my departure, chased after me, and once again apologized for his willful behavior. Perhaps he knew better than any other adventurer present how every sacrifice of a warrior here was a huge loss to the alliance. .

"The monster won't attack for a while, so take a good rest."

I patted Ollie's shoulder, and the feeling on my palm that was as hard as a stone made me feel how much weight this mage's shoulders bore for his decision.

"Then, survive."

With Ollie watching, I left these words and disappeared into the white light of the teleportation array.

Having said that, at the last moment, I still couldn't carry out Aleus's Four-Word Mantra to the end. The difficulty was a bit too high. Is it really because of [Aleus' exclusive cuteness skill]?

At the end of the hot-blooded comic, a certain complaining emperor still ignored the atmosphere magnificently and left his last resentment in the teleportation station of the Lost City.

"What an amazing man."

Ollie looked at the empty teleportation array, murmured, and then clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind.

Definitely - I will protect you.

Of course, he didn't know that the magical person he was talking about was already being interrogated by three people in the Mages Guild.

"Sir Elder, I originally expected you to persuade the soldiers of the Lost City to come back." Taba shook his head, looking like he hated him.

"I didn't expect you to be fooling around with them." Jiaen looked up to the sky and sighed.

"My poor sons, I don't know how many of them will come back." Mercenary Guild Leader Thackeray's eyes turned red.

"this……"

I explained a lot about it, including the possibility of increasing the breakthrough probability of the pseudo-realm, and also took it out.

"Even so, the sacrifice is too great. Elder, you should know better than us how precious the warriors of the second world are..."

The three old foxes looked at each other and continued their verbal bombardment.

"In short, because of your willful decision, Sir Elder, the adventurers of the Lost City are entrusted to you."

Seeing someone dizzy after being bombed, the three old foxes felt that the heat was almost over, so they finally waggled their tails and announced an ultimatum.

"..."

These bastards, after all, they just want to squeeze my labor force! !

"However, Sir Elder, you came back at the right time."

After achieving their goal, these three cunning old guys did not intend to give me any time to think. They looked solemn, as if they had just decided on a matter and moved on to the next topic. Their serious faces were deliberately serious. He clearly wanted to control the atmosphere and rhythm and suppress my voice of resistance.

"I was just planning to send a message to ask the four of you to come back."

"Oh, is there any new information here?"

Although I was very unhappy that these three old foxes had set a trap for me, I did have a part in the decision-making of the Lost City, and I planned to take on this responsibility. I complained a few times in my heart, and I just followed their lead. Meaning, let’s get to the point.

The three old foxes shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

"There is no new information. I am contacting you. On the one hand, I want to see what the four envoys have gained. On the other hand..."

With a heavy sigh, Thackeray, who was mainly responsible for combat planning, said with a sad face.

"Elder Fan, you also saw it in the Lost City. Those cunning monsters actually used wheel tactics. Most of the soldiers' physical strength could no longer keep up. Although the situation in other cities is better than that in the Lost City, if If this situation continues..."

The numerical disadvantage is the biggest hidden danger in this battle. Even if it is commanded by Artoria, who has the attributes of a king, it is impossible to conjure warriors out of thin air to make up for this hidden danger. Therefore, if the monster uses the wheel tactic, we are indeed a little bit weak. There is no way.

"You mean, let the four of us buy some time?" I asked thoughtfully, tapping my index finger.

"That's right, we didn't have high hopes at first, but after hearing that the elders had single-handedly driven back the monster army in the Lost City, we became even more sure that the powerful ones in the pseudo-domain are indeed extraordinary."

Tabas and others let out a sigh. They had never thought that in such a huge battle, a strong man could achieve such a level of strength. It seemed that they underestimated the advantage of the leading soldiers.

"Please, Lord Elder, although I know that such a request is a bit ridiculous, but...even if it only takes half a day to rest, let's try to give those lovely warriors a little chance of survival."

Thackeray, who cared about his men the most, stood up, bowed deeply to me, and begged me regardless of his own identity.

"Lord Thackeray, you don't have to be like this. Speaking of which, this is also one of our responsibilities."

I quickly stood up and helped him up, and found that the seven-foot-old man's eyes were red, and he was holding a ball of paper in his fist, which slowly turned into powder.

I just looked at this pitiful ball of paper. It's a casualty report for five cities.

"Just in time, has the contact signal been sent out? I also have some information here and would like to discuss it with everyone."

"Oh, it seems that Junior Brother Wu gained the most from this trip."

Before they could answer, a familiar voice came from outside the door, and then, Carlos, Seatik and Sharna, who still had traces of wind and sand on their cloaks, walked in one after another...