Diablo Destruction

"Oh, it seems that I have hunted an unexpectedly big prey."

As if he were dreaming and waking up, as if he were dreaming or dreaming, in the halo, Belial gently opened his eyes, and a cute smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"As humans say, a big pie falls from the sky. That's right."

Next to her, Andariel's long flame-like hair suddenly grew taller. This was the moment when she was in a very good mood.

"Wait a minute, do you want to take advantage of such a good thing?"

Darker than the night and brighter than the starry sky, the jet-black waterfall hair was flying high from the ice cave. Azmodan, who didn't know when he would come back, flashed the gun that was three times as high as hers. A giant sword with obsidian luster was inserted high up on the ice wall, and she sat on it. Gorgeous armor like dark holy clothing was placed on her slender body, and she wore a black gold crown on her head, showing her beauty and majesty.

"Wait for me, wait for me, my clone is about to rush over."

With undisguised excitement shining in his eyes, Azmodan looked at Andariel with an imposing gaze.

"Really, only three minutes at most."

Andariel obviously didn't care about this reckless and bellicose Demon King girl, he sighed softly and shook his head.

"Yeah?"

Belial smiled mysteriously and whispered softly in a voice that the other two demon kings could not hear.

"Don't underestimate him, he's not easy to chew off..."

…

"Boy, come here."

I don't know how many times I was beaten to the ground by the old drunkard. I stood up, patted the dirt on my body, turned around and ran away as if nothing had happened.

“Didn’t I ask you to come here?!”

The next moment, his head made contact with the sole of his shoe, and he was once again stepped on the ground by a familiar force.

"No...that, I'm going to get the wine."

Standing up, I said in a robotic tone as if nothing had happened.

"real?"

The long-term confrontation and the stinginess of Rogge, who was always "peeping" at her second throne, made this alcoholic old woman not immediately lose her judgment even when she heard the word wine in my mouth.

"Yes."

I’m not lying, I really plan to go home and take out the jar of wine I’ve been brewing for a month to reward my old alcoholic who has [worked hard]. As for what ingredients are used to soak it...

This... you have to understand that I am a beginner in wine making. Even if I do something wrong, I can be forgiven. Anyway, the poison test is scheduled... Ahem, I am a wine taster and an old alcoholic. I shouldn't die, probably.

If I have to add a comment, actually...how should I put it? It was brewed by me, Princess Sanwu and Little Ghost, based on the ancient brewing recipe that Princess Sanwu found in the middle of a book about undead and curses.

You heard it right, it’s an ancient formula. According to Princess Sanwu’s judgment, if this formula were placed in the original world, it could at least be traced back to the time when cavemen appeared on the top of the mountain. It’s pretty awesome, right? As for why it was found in books of the undead and curses, We judge that this should be the work of a relatively alternative alcoholic necromancer.

So, based on the incomplete and unclear records above, we started to look for materials separately. Of course, since it is an ancient formula, there must be many materials that can no longer be found, but it doesn’t matter, the road is made by people, and there will always be a way. Yes, just use something with a similar color or taste instead.

If it doesn't work, just use salt, sugar, chili powder, etc. instead. Don't you see that Veras often talks about things like "salt is the master of all flavors"? We firmly believe that the great Lord of All Flavors will be able to replace those ancient materials that even Princess Sanwu has never heard of or seen.

So, after an afternoon of collecting materials, late that night, three sneaky black figures got together under the dim light where only the shaking figures of people could be seen, and each collected the materials they had collected - no one knew what the other had collected. Everything was stuffed into the jar one by one, and finally the dark hot pot was completed... No, ahem, it was a peerless wine brewed from an ancient recipe.

Even if you see black gas coming out after opening the jar, or some animal carcasses floating on it, don't be surprised, because this is - a peerless wine brewed with ancient recipes. Because some of the materials have been substituted, I allow everyone to put it in the name. Add a parentheses and pseudo parentheses after it!

"That's right, a peerless wine (fake) brewed from an ancient recipe."

I said to the old drunkard solemnly, with no trace of falsehood in my eyes.

"I always feel like you added something to the end of your name."

The old drunkard, who is always particularly sharp in places where he shouldn't be, looked at me suspiciously.

"You're being paranoid."

I gave a thumbs up and responded with a sunny smile.

All in all, the old drunkard believed her for once and handed me her precious wine bottle, telling me to go back quickly.

"You don't want to be like that stinky girl and break my wine bottle. Do you know the consequences of doing this, kid?!"

Before leaving, she cracked her knuckles like those thugs who blackmailed elementary school students and warned, "You know what the consequences will be if you want to tell your parents?"

"Don't worry, if this jug breaks, I'll pay you two."

I promised the old drunkard with a sunny smile, turned around, and my smile was immediately shrouded in darkness.

"Well, it's not bad. You must have stuffed fruit into the ingredients. This is a failure. I hate impure things."

The old drunk opened the lid of the wine bottle and smelled it uneasily, and then said to me in a tone that seemed like he was a very pure person.

"Don't put fruit in it next time."

There is no next time for you. I already knew she would do this. I nodded and said secretly in my heart.

I did some tricks in the wine bottle. What the old drunkard smells now is that I mixed the elves and Kurast with the camp’s special liquor. Uh... because it was inspired by the cocktail, it’s called Pig’s Head. The wine is ready.

The real content is below.

In my disappointed eyes, the old drunkard didn't speak immediately. Instead, he told me a lot of wine knowledge on a whim and then put the wine bottle heavily on the ground.

"I said boy, you have become weaker over the years."

"Well?"

My head was filled with all her dazzling knowledge. I raised my head and looked at her in confusion. Was she saying that my drinking ability had weakened?

"It's about you transforming into a blood bear and learning how to transform into a bear."

With the spear in hand, the old drunkard kept poking my forehead with the butt of the gun.

"Oh, I see."

I suddenly understood and nodded: "Yes, time is not forgiving. You have become older recently, and you have the smell of old people all over your body."

"What did you say?!!"

"That's what I wanted to ask you!!"

We stared at each other like cockfighting cocks, and then started fighting, and naturally the result was...

"From the ordinary level to the state of mind, then from the state of mind to the pseudo-realm, and now it is infinitely close to the field. Please think about it with your rusty brain. How many people can achieve this kind of progress and still say that I have become weak? , isn’t that a bit too unkind?!”

Lying on the ground on all fours, I raised my pig-like head and protested loudly.

"No, I mean..." The old drunkard scratched his head helplessly.

"You also remember, I fought with you when the blood bear transformed for the first time."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember it at all."

I curled my lips and said, I was in a completely violent state at that time, and I didn’t leave any memory at all.

"Tch, what a useless guy."

The old drunkard's eyes became as cold as looking at maggots.

"Can you find someone who can still be as active as me after going completely berserk?" I responded with a look that looked at cosmic garbage.

"All in all, your strength has indeed improved. I don't deny this."

The speechless old drunkard entered the topic as if nothing had happened.

"However, it is a fact that you have become weaker. Although you were weak at that time, you were able to put pressure on me. Of course, it was just a little bit of pressure. But now... tut, tut, tut."

The old drunkard wagged his index finger lightly, with contempt on his face.

"What's the meaning?"

It didn't feel like the old drunkard was joking, so I shrank my neck a little guilty. In fact, when I transformed into a blood bear, I often had a vague feeling, an extremely uncoordinated feeling, something was forgotten, something was lost. , running away from something.

I know that it is an awkward feeling when a wild tiger transforms into a zoo tiger, but there is no way. I don’t want to hunt, I don’t want to bite the prey’s throat alive, and lick the fresh fluid from the heart that spurts out from the ruptured throat. The blood was so hot that I didn't want to tear the fur with my mouth and chew the intestines and intestines that exuded fishy and hot smell.

"I'm not saying this is not good, but how to put it, it feels like a waste. Wow, what on earth did I say? If that old fox knows, it will definitely be over."

As the old drunkard was talking, he suddenly held his head and screamed in self-pity. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at me.

"It doesn't matter, the words have been spoken anyway. Listen up, kid, I am not telling you this from the perspective of a teacher or an elder, but..."

With a flash of violent memories in her eyes that could not be concealed, she said word by word: "It's the advice from a senior who has escaped from the dead countless times."

"When you feel it is necessary, just recall it. What is the essence of the blood bear? I think you must know it better than anyone else. Remember..."

She gently hit me on the head three times with the handle of the gun. Her wild and silly eyes suddenly became shudderingly deep. The wind blew her short burgundy hair and cape, and her isolated temperament. The fusion seemed to take me to a strange world full of blood, loneliness and decadence.

"Remember, don't worry about anything at that time, because nothing is more terrifying than losing your life."

With a snap, the spear was smashed into pieces.

"Although it is the last trump card, it may not come in handy when it comes time to use it, hahaha~~~"

Smiling wildly, the old drunkard suddenly picked up the wine bottle on the ground and took a sip into his mouth.

"pain--"

Before she finished speaking, her body twitched violently several times, like a fish in the water being shocked by high-voltage electricity, and her belly turned over with a plop.

Looking at the corpse lying in front of me, I silently wiped away tears.

What a good teacher, even at the last moment, he used his own life to light up my way forward.

As soon as my eyes darkened, a space-time vortex appeared out of thin air around me, and I was continuously drawn into it.

…

Where is this?

When you open your eyes, the green scenery fills your field of vision, followed by the crisp and melodious chirping of birds and the indescribable fragrance of flowers.

"Remember me back then..."

Galen, the hairy-legged fairy, was sitting on the big wooden pillar that had become his throne, spitting saliva at me while drinking noodle soup.

You were just a ramen seller at the time, and your wife ran away with the owner of the sesame seed shop opposite ten years ago.

The first time I understood the situation, I complained.

In the memory, the old man is still as coquettish as ever. The way he rolled up his trouser legs and squatted on a tree stump to drink noodle soup, and the khaki old face covered with wrinkles, completely outlined the look of a poor farmer in the 1960s and 1970s after liberation. Classic image.

If you can take a photo of him like this, label it with the four characters "Uncle Farmer", Photoshop a few ridges of dry fields and an old cow in the background, and then take it to an exhibition and competition, you will definitely win a special prize, and maybe even a few years later. It can be posted in a history museum and become an image representative of farmers in the liberation era.

As for the leg hair that flutters in the wind like kelp, it makes people wonder whether one-third of the old man's vitality is used as fertilizer by these leg hair.

"one more bowl."

After drinking a bowl of noodle soup, Old Man Galen immediately turned it into saliva and spat it out, so he handed the bowl to the little ghost with unfulfilled interest.

"This is unreasonable!!"

After a while, the little ghost came back from the kitchen, took the big bowl, and looked at the noodle soup which was still bland, with not even a few noodles. Old man Galen finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to fight.

"How many times have I told you, like fish and water, cows and grass, knights and goats, guys without hairy legs are not human, this bowl of noodle soup-!!"

No! It's absolutely okay, there's absolutely no logic to the last two metaphors, right bastard! !

“This bowl of noodle soup——!!”

As if screaming from his soul, Gallen looked at the little ghost with tears in his eyes, whose face was lighter than the clear soup in the bowl.

"Please be sure to add some salt!! Sugar will do! If you don't have any, just put in a few caterpillars!!! A little meaty taste is fine, please, noble, beautiful and omnipotent Lady Alice!!"

He held the soup noodles high and knelt down piously.

"..."

How should I put it, he is such an old man who is so easily satisfied that it makes people feel pitiful.

"What a demanding guy."

The little ghost wrinkled his nose, probably because of the pitiful expression of old man Galen, and impatiently took the bowl and floated towards the kitchen.

"If you can, add something you like to eat in it."

Old Man Galen probably thought that the little ghost, as a saint of the previous generation, must be pampered. Even the mouthwash before meals was bird's nest and shark's fin soup, so he shouted out the declaration of the road to hell behind the little ghost. .

Ahem, of course, in a sense, the little ghost is indeed pampered. If you look at the value of what she eats every day, it is worth the consumption of ten princesses from big countries.

but……

"Okay, where did the topic come from? Oh, it's about the dignity of a warrior. Soldiers cannot be killed or humiliated. A true warrior dares to face the bleak life, dares to face the dripping blood, dares to challenge the unfair fate, no Driven by power, not confused by money, not surrendered by coercion, just like me back then..."

"..."

I feel that a guy who can kneel down for the taste of a bowl of noodle soup is not worthy of discussing this issue with me now.

"Oh, you're here, I'm so grateful."

Old Man Galen took the bowl of the sea from the little ghost's hands devoutly. When he saw a few caterpillars still wriggling in pain floating on the soup surface, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"According to your wishes, there are also things that this saint likes to eat."

The little ghost looked at Old Man Gallen curiously, as if he were looking at a white mouse in a glass box.

"Thank you so much."

Old Man Galen was moved to tears, held up the soup noodles and cheered.

"Then I'm welcome."

The grateful old man Galen didn't use chopsticks (he didn't have many noodles to begin with), he just raised his big bowl and took a big sip, then kept smashing it in his mouth and tasting it, while muttering.

"Let me see what kind of delicacies the saint usually eats."

Then, something clicked.

Yes, it clicked.

Old man Galen's teeth were reported to God.

"Druids are experts in life." Old Man Galen suddenly said seriously.

Hey, what kind of divine expansion is this? Didn’t I just say that the old man had a tooth popped out?

By the way, I remembered, this was indeed the case. It was not long after Old Galen lost his tooth. I still remember very clearly how serious his expression was when he said these words, and his mouth was leaking. How awesome.

"Everyone always forgets this. We druids are the masters of the arcana of life. We stay close to nature, listen to the flourishing of flowers, plants and trees, and feel the throb of life jumping at our fingertips. The wind is blowing, the water is flowing, and the sun is spreading. , all things compete, the weak eat the strong, the existence of every thing has its inevitability, and we druids are the coordinators who have been given a noble mission by nature."

At this point, Old Man Galen frowned, as if he thought of something unpleasant, and made a few noises.

"That's why we druids respect life and nature, so we act in a low-key manner, unlike those ghostly necromancers who show off after learning a little bit, blaspheming life, and are dubbed by those who don't know the truth. Scholar of the Arcana of Life.”

"..."

In my opinion, there is no difference between necromancers and druids. They both study the arcana of life, but our druids study the prosperity of life, while necromancers study the art of death. It's just a matter of returning home. One thing I'm sure of is that this old man has definitely suffered losses at the hands of the Necromancer before.

By the way, because I am a copycat Druid, the general Druid's respect, closeness and understanding of life and nature are not deeply felt by me who was forcibly placed in the Druid profession, just like many Druid. Rui can communicate with animals and plants, but I can only be beaten by the arrogant white sheep raised by Veras from time to time with a horn popping anus and a flying kick from the hind hooves.

When I approach them hungry with knife, fork and spices.

Everyone also commented that these Aries are really arrogant, right? I just want to borrow something from them.

"So, Necromancers have their Arcana of Death. They can collect the residual energy of the soul after death and exert terrible effects. However, we druids also have our Druid's Arcana of Life..."

The old man Galen spat out his saliva. At the time, I didn't understand what he said. I thought that the arcana of death he was talking about was the Necromancer's ability to summon skeletons or corpse explosions. Until later, in Harlow After Gass saw the strength of the Necromancer Nilasek, I vaguely understood that the secret of death that Old Man Galen mentioned was not the skills that the Necromancer displayed on the outside.

Think about it, even if Old Galen is placed in a hot-blooded shounen comic, he is probably an old guy who can die together with the last boss... ahem, one of the Four Heavenly Kings. How can the ordinary skills of the Necromancer be included in his Where is Dharma Eye?

Even the research notes left by the necromancer found in the tribal temple, recording how to gather life energy from corpses, may not be considered a profound secret technique in the eyes of old man Galen.

"Hey, kid, are you listening to me carefully? That's good. If those words don't sound nice later, don't blame me if you regret it in the future."

After eating and drinking, Gallon's voice sounded full of energy. Of course, the air leakage in his mouth, which was missing a tooth, was even worse. After a pause, he suddenly added something inexplicable.

"But it doesn't matter, maybe you will regret it in the future after listening to it, so it's up to you whether to listen or not. Just treat me as talking to myself."

You will regret it if you listen, and you will regret it if you don't listen. What on earth do you want me to do, you bastard! !

However, the seriousness and loneliness shown by old man Galen at that time made me suppress my complaints.

This guy taught me something incredible at that time. As he said, I would regret it if I listened, and I would regret it if I didn't listen. It took me a long time to bury this memory deep in my mind.

"Life burning, have you heard of this technique?"

I shook my head at that time, but no matter how bad my brain was, I never expected that not long after, in the finals of the Nth Martial Arts Tournament held by the Alliance and the Angel Tribe, I would enjoy the life-burning experience of Brother Carlos. The greeting was a lose-lose situation at that time, and it was extremely tragic.

"Hmph, haven't you heard of it? I really don't know how Akara and the others taught you, but it doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. You shouldn't know about this kind of evil way and wasteful thing for the rest of your life."

Old Man Galen snorted and suddenly became angry for some reason.

"Waste, so wasteful. Has the brain of the person who created such a bad technique been burned out? What does he think of life, a rag? It pisses me off. This approach is just like using your own precious leg hair. It’s just like lighting a fire, it’s so stupid, it’s so bad.”

Your metaphor is the stupidest and worst, and it's also disgusting, old man! !

At that time, I had to endure a lot of pain to avoid punching his leaky mouth with one missing tooth.

"Yes, burning life is an act of blasphemy against life and nature. It is a taboo for us druids. It doesn't matter if we don't know about this nonsense. It seems that ignorance is not entirely wrong."

Galen nodded, as if he was praising my ignorance.

"But there are times when you can't force it."

With a change in his tone, Old Man Galen's aura suddenly became terrifying, and he continued to speak with a little bit of unconcealable sadness.

"There are times when you have to be prepared to sacrifice your life. Even if it means blaspheming your life, you still have to protect something."

"Take it, boy, and don't resent me in the future."

Having said this, he suddenly handed over a scroll, his hand trembling slightly, as if the scroll weighed ten thousand kilograms, and he seemed to want to retract it at any time.

"What is this?" I immediately took the scroll and asked in my memory.

In an instant, Old Man Galen seemed to have aged several dozen years. He glanced with a decadent look: "If I say that this is a technique that is ten times and a hundred times more profane to life than burning it, do you believe it?"

I was shocked at the time. Just the blasphemy of the burning life technique had already made old Galen's beard angry... No, it was the hair on his legs that was trembling. What was in this scroll turned out to be ten times a hundred times more serious blasphemy than burning life. Life skills? He actually still has such a thing and gave it to me? !

"That's right, if you compare the part of life consumed by burning life to a person, burning life means killing that person, and the things recorded on this scroll can not only teach you how to kill people, It will also teach you how to cut into pieces the flesh and bones of a dead person, making full use of every inch of flesh, every drop of blood, and every bone.”

Old Man Galen's tone was extremely gloomy, and coupled with what he said, it actually made the surrounding hot and humid temperature become as cold as Harrogath.

"In other words, the technique recorded above is the same as burning life. It also consumes life to increase strength, but is it more efficient?"

After a moment of silence in this cold atmosphere, I began to feel the weight of the scroll in my hand.

"Yes, that's what it means. You can read the detailed information yourself... No, it's best not to read it for the rest of your life... But there's no point in leaving it to you like this, alas..."

Galen's inner conflict made his words incoherent, and he finally let out a deep sigh...