Diablo Destruction

"By the way, where is the old drunkard? Why can't she be seen?"

I looked around, looking for the figure of the old drunkard.

There was such a big commotion in the camp. It's impossible that this guy didn't notice it, and he probably followed him.

"I don't know, we didn't see it either."

Seattlek followed me and glanced around, shrugging helplessly.

"Forget it, Teacher Kasha is probably hiding somewhere and watching the battle silently. She doesn't come out unless necessary. If she deliberately wants to hide, we won't be able to detect it."

Carlos said from the side.

"Is that so?"

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Carlos was indeed right. As an old alcoholic in the Amazon profession, if she deliberately wanted to hide herself, only a being like the Power of the World would be able to detect her, but...

But this is not like the style of an old drunkard. According to the character of the old scoundrel, after Hanbola was beaten up, she should have run out to ask for dividends.

Could it be that...she has changed her gender? ! ! !

I was deeply shocked by this bold idea in my heart.

But it doesn't matter what happens. Anyway, Hanbola has been beheaded, so there's nothing wrong with her.

Although I feel a little sorry for Carlos and Seattle, but I was so confident just now that I started to use the other party as a sparring partner regardless of my first confrontation with the field level, and I was not afraid of her running away. Part of the reason was of course because Carlos and Seattle were there. , and most importantly, know that the old drunk should be nearby.

Most of the time, the old drunkard is very unreliable, but at critical moments like this, he still subconsciously relies on her existence. This old woman is quite reliable at critical moments, quite reliable...

"Quite reliable..."

Returning to Rogge's camp, looking at the [corpse] lying at my feet, the corners of my mouth twitched violently, and I murmured the words that were still echoing in my heart as if I were laughing at myself.

"Uh...uh uh...someone help me..."

The corpse lying on the ground struggled to raise its head, and stretched out its hands tremblingly into the air, just like a lonely old beggar lying on the street about to starve to death, making a weak and desolate cry for help.

A head of burgundy shoulder-length hair, mixed with the soil, as dirty as a chicken coop, with traces of morning dew on it, making it easy to tell at a glance that this guy must have been here before early morning... No, maybe It has been lying here since yesterday.

"Oh, it's you."

Turning around, he found the three of us standing nearby in stunned silence. The old drunkard scratched his messy hair, grabbed the red cloak on his back that had not been washed for who knows how many days, and wiped it on his face. , then stood up unsteadily.

"Is there anything to eat? Bring some."

Without saying anything, she stretched out her dirty hand and shook it at us a few times.

"..."

Although it is no longer a rare thing, seeing the dignified alliance elders in such a state of desolation really made me feel sad and happy.

Carlos was still kind-hearted and quickly took out a piece of fresh cooked meat and handed it over.

"Hiss..., uh huh..., hiss..."

The old drunkard with the food in hand immediately started gobbling it up.

"Gululu~~~"

Suddenly, a loud sound like thunder came from the old drunkard's belly. Her movements were also accompanied by this sound. She kept stuffing the piece of meat into her mouth and became motionless as if she had been tapped.

Then, that face was very dramatic, starting from the neck, a green color spread up.

"Oh~~, woo~~~"

Holding his belly, the old drunkard rolled on the ground.

"Asshole, you know that I have a bad stomach, but you still give me something like this."

Throwing away the dried meat in her hand, she chewed half of it and swallowed it, then said angrily.

"..."

How unconvincing it was for you to say this after you swallowed the last stutter - the three of us were speechless at the same time, and we had a new understanding of the old drunkard's shamelessness and ability to express his anger.

The more you come into contact with this guy, the more you can feel the collapse of humanity emanating from her, the root of all evil.

"Old... teacher, shouldn't you be watching the battle in the dark forest? Yes... yes, I understand. You must have come back earlier than us, and then fell here because of a bad stomach, right?"

Carlos tried to excuse the old drunkard, and at the same time restore his last image of a strict teacher in his mind.

"Hey, give up, Brother Carlos, didn't you see the dew and mud on her body? This bastard has obviously been lying here since yesterday."

I sighed and patted his shoulder. Accept the reality. This guy's integrity has been sold out after she passed the girlhood of the wine-red devil.

"But...but it's also possible that it was contaminated in the dark forest. Look, isn't there a lot of dew there? It's morning in the forest."

Carlos still tried to convince everyone and himself, but the panic expression on his face betrayed the despair in his heart.

As a domain-level Amazon, what can you do if you hide yourself a little? Who believes this?

"What? What are you talking about? I'll beat you up if you dare to say bad things about me."

As if he had not yet reacted to our conversation, the old drunkard put his ears forward and stared at us.

No bad words can describe you.

I looked at this guy with pity and thought to myself.

"I see, you are talking about what happened in the morning, right? There was a bang, a black light flashed, then a crackle, another white light flashed, and then a crackle, from the side of the Maiharas Mountains. Come the explosions and the aftershocks.”

The old drunkard used a lot of illiterate sounds to describe the situation in the morning.

"Generally speaking, that's true."

After staring for a moment, I really didn't know how to complain about this guy, so I reluctantly affirmed.

"It should have been solved, the incident! I don't remember teaching students who couldn't even solve such a trivial matter."

In an instant, she seemed to have turned into a majestic coach, putting on a cold face towards us.

"Uh, settled."

"That's good. You guys are still too immature. You should take this opportunity to get some exercise."

The old drunkard who enters coaching mode teaches us lessons in a serious and thoughtful tone, as if we just crushed a bug to death.

That serious expression seemed to be teaching a disciple who had finally won the world's best martial arts tournament. There was a row of enemies above him, such as the short [beep] demon king, the [beep] tower, and the fu [beep] sa , Cyborg [Beep], Sand [Beep], and Demon [Beep] are waiting to be challenged, and there is still a long way to go.

"Well, may I ask, what were you doing at that time?"

Holding back the strong complaints in my heart, I asked the question that had been bothering me just now.

"I, this, um..."

After obviously thinking for a while, the old drunkard raised his head, his expression suddenly becoming wiser.

"Me? Don't you know the word luring the enemy deep?"

Lure the enemy deeper?

There are question marks over the three of us. We know it, but does it matter?

"Hmph, I really taught a bunch of stupid students. They can't even think of such a simple thing. Listen up! If the enemy this morning is just a bait, the real enemy is hidden behind. When you are all gone, he will reach out. Devil’s Claw, to deal with the camp that is empty of strength, yes, I just want to prevent the enemy from doing this, so I will guard here firmly!!”

The old drunkard's passionate and sonorous tone shocked our hearts every word.

It turns out...it turns out that this is the case, we really didn't expect it.

"..."

Lure the enemy into your sister! ! It's right to make an attack in the east and attack in the west, you idiot! !

Feeling deceived, we became furious.

"I always feel that if I kill this guy now, I might even be able to level up ten levels."

Pointing at the old drunkard who was proud of having thought of a good interface, I whispered in Carlos and Seattle's ears, and they nodded in agreement.

"Elder Kasha, Elder Fan, and Lord Carlos and Lord Seatik, so you are here."

Just when we wanted to give this smooth-talking, sharp-tongued old woman some color, a few soldiers walked over from the opposite side, panting and waving to us.

"The Great Elder Akara is looking for you and asks you to go to her place immediately after you come back."

Standing in front of us, they bowed respectfully and said this.

As expected, this matter really cannot be delayed. If it is not handled properly, I don’t know how many civilians and adventurers will suffer disaster.

I nodded to the soldier, glanced at the other three, and took the lead.

"Gululu~~~"

The old drunkard hugged his belly again, his face turned blue and white, and he looked like his days were numbered.

"You go first, I'll be there soon."

After leaving such a sentence, her figure flashed. Needless to say, she must have gone to the toilet.

It’s true that evil people are rewarded with evil consequences.

At this, I sneered happily at her back, and together with Carlos Seattlek, we arrived in front of Akara's black shop a moment later.

"Xiaofan~~~!!"

Just when I saw Akara's small tent, a familiar call came from the opposite side, a white light flashed, the door of the small tent was violently opened, and then the cute figure of the little ghost flew over. .

Fortunately, the distance is not very long, which is not enough for this human weapon saint to generate enough momentum to use her terrifying special move, the ghost body cannonball (exclusively used against Wu Fan).

I held the little ghost in my arms. I staggered back more than ten meters and finally stabilized my steps. Then I turned my head and wiped away my tears of relief with the little ghost behind my back.

By the way, what is the unexplained comment at the end? Are you trying to express something, asshole? Or do you want to laugh at my tragic aura, you bastard? ! !

"Xiaofan, you idiot, idiot, idiot, how dare you leave me alone."

As soon as she jumped into my arms, this restless little saint started punching and kicking her while complaining.

"Sorry, sorry, the situation was too urgent at the time."

I gently caressed the little ghost who looked worried and aggrieved, and said comforting words with a slight touch in my heart.

Fight, fight, as long as you can vent your feelings, as long as you don't have to bite...

"Ah woo~~"

As long as you don’t have to bite...eh?

"Click————!! (I bite)"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!!!"

"What a joy, Junior Brother Wu."

The duo, desperate to save me, looked at me like a fish that had been thrown ashore. They twitched weakly at the mouth of the little ghost. They passed by on both sides without looking away. They completely ignored my screams and screamed at each other. The words were spoken.

"Carlos, I..."

Seacoat hesitated for a moment.

"I'd better not get married. I always feel...terrible."

Carlos: "The right partner is very important."

Seattle K: "I always feel that getting married and being injured can be equated."

Carlos: "Not necessarily. Don't be discouraged, Seattle. There are still many girls who don't bite in this world..."

It should be said that no other girl in the world except the little ghost would bite like this, you bastard! !

Help me, you bastard! !

Seeing the two figures disappearing into the tent, the hand I stretched out to ask for help dropped weakly.

"Hey, where's Wu? Where's Kasha? Didn't I say you two are together?"

Seeing that only Carlos and Seattle Ke came in, Akara couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Teacher Kasha has a stomachache and may have to wait a while before arriving."

Seattlek and Carlos looked at each other, their voices hesitant.

"Great Elder..."

"Junior Brother Wu..."

"Junior Brother Wu has just arrived outside, but he may not be able to come back again."

After finishing speaking, the two of them looked regretful.

"This thing about my wife is really too dangerous." Seattlek murmured.

"No, Seattle, I believe that Junior Brother Wu must be smiling when he leaves." Carlos raised his head, as if he saw someone's bright smiling face in heaven shrouded in white light.

"What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

Even the old fox Akara was confused by the conversation between the two.

But she soon understood.

The tent door opened, and a beautiful girl who was always emitting white holy light walked in, dragging a [corpse] in her hand.

"Your Highness Alice is still so... clingy to Wu."

Akara paused for a long time on the words before he found a seemingly useful word to describe the scene in front of him.

"Hmph, who told this idiot to leave me alone? Who can understand how boring it is to stay in a tent with a bad old man?!"

The little ghost angrily picked up the [corpse] and shook it around in his hands.

"Huh? Oh...what a bad old man?"

Farah, who suddenly felt that he could be shot while lying down, covered his chest as if it had been pierced by thousands of arrows, with a look of sadness and grievance on his face.

"Why is there only the bad old man? Akara was obviously there at that time, she was also there, why was it just me, just me..."

"Ahem, Your Highness Alice, I fully understand how you feel. Okay, let's not wait for Kasha. Everyone, sit down and let me talk about the matter first."

Seeing that Farah wanted to drag himself into the water, Akara coughed a few times, and to add insult to injury, he sprinkled a handful of salt water on Farah's heart, which immediately made the poor miserly old man's body turn pale, as if it would dissipate with the wind.

After signaling everyone to sit down, Akara sat down in her seat and glanced at everyone. Apart from me, Carlos, Seatik, Farah, and the little ghost who wandered in, Kane was also present, and only the five elders were there. The only thing missing is an old drunkard.

"As you are the parties involved in the incident caused by the huge magic circle, I won't say more."

Nodding towards us, Akara's speech led to the time of this morning's incident, and briefly and concisely stated the correct question now.

"In other words, although there is no need to worry that Belial will use that teleportation magic circle to cause trouble in the Dark Continent, a new problem has arisen. We must solve the scattered fragments that may summon monsters from the third world at any time. Bar."

Carlos summed it up, making Akara nod frequently.

"Sorry, it's all because of this idiot."

The little ghost curled up in my arms and dozed like a lazy kitten. I pinched her cheek.

"I hate it. A mere servant actually dares to bite you."

The little ghost's eyelids trembled slightly, and a silver light emerged from the gap between the long eyelashes, threatening me.

"You should be punished if you do something wrong." I immediately let go and acted righteously.

"Master... master did something wrong, shouldn't... shouldn't the servant be responsible? Ah woohoo~~"

Dimly struggling with the Sandman, the little ghost finally lost magnificently, and the last few words were slightly as if he was talking in sleep.

Huh?

The Dark Continent actually has such a setting? If the master does something wrong, the servant should be punished?

Huh?

Having said that, when did I admit this master-slave relationship? No, never, wake up and correct me, you bastard! !

I shook the little ghost's shoulders, but it was of no use. She murmured a few times in her sleep, and seemed to be a little reluctant to rub her face into my arms. She felt several strange smells around her that made her feel uneasy. , after hesitating for a moment, the sweetly sleeping face finally frowned reluctantly, and then with a flash of white light, he hid back in the necklace and went to sleep.

"Sorry, my lax discipline made everyone laugh."

Faced with five teasing looks, I laughed.

"This matter cannot be blamed on Your Highness Alice. Beryl cannot ignore such details. Even if she doesn't bite it, the core will break apart in other ways. It's just a matter of time and place."