A Journey of Games and Comics

It's really not fun to travel, especially in the scorching sun, but it's much safer in the heat than in the dark, and there's really no reason to complain.

What is surprising is that the girl named Misaka Mikoto, who thought she was a spoiled noble lady, kept up with the pace of the crowd, and was even more comfortable than these mercenaries, which made people have to give birth to some associations. , appeared alone at the border of the Blood Wasteland, I thought it was the eldest lady who got separated from the guards, but if this is not the case, and she was originally alone...

Shaking his head, Lukaka quickly abandoned this idea that made him feel extremely unrealistic, and ventured into the blood wasteland alone. This is an adventure that even silver-level mercenaries dare not take lightly, especially when they go deep into the bloody wasteland. At the border with the icy plain, if you encounter multiple huge beasts, even high-level silver-level mercenaries will have to hate.

And compared to the huge beast, there is a terrifying existence called the Fallen Demon in the Icy Plain.

The Fallen Demon itself is not powerful. In fact, the strength of a single Fallen Demon is not even much stronger than a zombie, but the Fallen Demon will never appear alone. They are a rare race of demons that live in groups. The most terrifying thing is not the Fallen Demon itself, but It is because there will always be one or even several fallen witches in each ethnic group. [

Fallen magic wizards, they are more terrifying than huge beasts, not only can spray fireballs to cause huge damage, once the flames from hell are contaminated by ordinary people, they cannot be extinguished until they are burned to ashes, the huge damage of fireballs is even from ordinary people The black iron-level fighters who stood out from the crowd were not spared.But what is even more frightening is their ability to resurrect dead fallen demons, bringing the 'Magic Sea Tactics' to the extreme.

Because of this, if they encountered a fallen demon in a camp, even a large mercenary group led by several bronze-level fighters would not be able to please them.And if you are unfortunate enough to meet the special fallen magician named Bishuboxu who is entrenched in the corner of the icy plain, even if you are silver, or even step into the "Law Gate", a gold-ranked powerhouse comparable to a professional will have to fight. escape.

To roam the bloody wasteland alone, even close to the range of the cold field, unless it is an extremely strong person who has truly mastered the inhuman power of the gold-level middle-level and above, and has glimpsed the rules and regulations. "Suicide" is different.

And will the girl be a gold-ranked mercenary?Such speculation was immediately rejected by Lukaka.The growth of a mercenary needs to go through the test of blood and fire. Although qualifications are also very important, the experience of long-term combat itself is irreplaceable. This is something that a little girl in her teens cannot have.

Compared with these, Lukaka is more willing to believe that girls who are nobles have better physiques than ordinary people-it is not surprising in this world. Some nobles will have special blood, and even the descendants of professionals will always be passed on to some special abilities.In fact, the so-called nobles are the descendants of the heroes who participated in the sealing of the Three Demon Gods in the doomsday battle that was recorded in history hundreds of years ago. Such a fine bloodline is the real pride of the nobles—although they can really use that bloodline now. There are very few powerful nobles, and arrogance and extravagance always make people lose the motivation to grow.

Miqin is also happy with the misunderstanding of the mercenaries, she doesn't want others to know her identity as a mage.

In the world of "Diablo", because the players in the original game play the role of various professionals, Mikoto also misunderstood at the beginning, thinking that there are too many professionals in this world. 』—At least it will never be a rare species.

After a while of communication, Miqin finally understood her mistake. Professionals are not a rare species. She was not wrong about this, because so-called professional people have already become extinct in this world—at least in most people's cognition. so

What kind of feeling does this perception bring?Is it vanity-satisfied excitement?Is it because you are lucky to be chosen by God?

No, the only thing Mikoto could feel at this moment was fear.

This world has been sealed hundreds of years ago due to the Three Demon Gods, and the Four Demon Kings have shrunk to hell because of the suppression of heaven. Although there are still many demons in the world, the world is still considered stable for most people.And perhaps only Mikoto, who came from the outside world, knows that this stability will not last. In the near future, not only the demon kings will come to the world, but even darkness itself, the three demon gods in charge of hell will wake up one after another.

If there are so many professionals, then Mikoto can think that there are always tall people standing in front of this dangerous world. The so-called four demon kings and three demon gods are just np for people to gain experience. People rushed to brush monsters.

But this is not the case. I am the only professional, and Andariel, Duriel, Mephisto, Diablo, and even the strongest King of Destruction Baal are the only ones who can face and must To face it is the responsibility that comes with the strength of being a professional.

In this world, there is no tall man who stands up for him when the sky falls, because he is the only professional and the tallest tall man—the one who overwhelms him the first time the sky falls is himself.

As far as evasion is concerned, Meiqin is not willing to reveal her mage identity in front of these people at this moment.In other words, she still doesn't have the confidence to face all this.The expectations of others, the attention of others, at this time Miqin has no confidence to bear this honor and burden.

Maybe the current self is not qualified to borrow the name of Misaka Mikoto—she thought, that brave girl who dared to take on everything, was both proud and afraid, and she even wanted to sacrifice her life for a fault that was not her own fault. save.Although she cried secretly behind her back, she was still so strong.

It was Rukaka's voice that pulled Mikoto back from her trance:

"Misaka-sama, I wonder if we can take a break?"

He had already driven for three hours under the scorching sun, and was walking in the rugged wasteland. In order to guard against monster attacks, he had to tense up all the time. Lukaka's proposed rest was also reasonable.But he still couldn’t help being a little embarrassed when he said this. After all, he also used his feet to drive the road. The mercenaries who were the protectors were the first to get tired. It is of course very embarrassing that the other party is just a young girl. [

And Miqin nodded and agreed without any mocking look, which relieved Lukaka, and she became more and more fond of this unassuming noble lady.

The climate on the grassland is humid, and the previous rainfall did not lower the temperature here. The stuffy and hot climate is very uncomfortable.Although it is said to be a rest, there is of course no roadside teahouse where people can rest their feet. Everyone can only make do with sitting or lying on the muddy grass. Even finding a drier ground is a luxury.

This is the life of a mercenary. Not only do they face the test of death every day, but they also wear out their youth in the arduous trek, but they are still lucky. Compared with those poor people who don't know the future in the cold and hungry, they at least have the strength to survive Every time they return to the camp with a full load of harvest, they can taste the harvest to the fullest, and this is what they pursue after risking their lives again and again.

"head, water"

After a simple greeting, a thin-faced man took a jug of water from a small car called a 'transportation vehicle' which was actually a 'corpse transportation vehicle' and threw it over, and was caught by Lukaka. Mikoto, who has good physical fitness and sharp senses, noticed that the water bag held by Lukaka was stained with dirty greasy patches, and thinking of the location where the water bottle was just stored made her feel nauseous.

At this moment, Meiqin saw that the other party grabbed a pot again, obviously intending to throw it to herself, she quickly shook her head in a panic.But that movement was more like an electric convulsion than a shaking of the head.

It's not that she was spoiled, not to mention the greasy kettle was unhygienic, what made Miqin's expression stiff was that she really couldn't tell whether the oil on the kettle was the grease left by the barbecue or the corpse oil dripping from the corpse of the monster in the car.Corpse oil, what a frightening term. Although she was used to eating waste oil in her previous life, the corpse oil still challenged the limits of her nerves too much, and it was obviously not a good idea to put it among the piled corpses on a hot day. Worrying.

Mikoto's refusal made Lukaka stunned for a moment, then she understood the reason why the girl shook her head, and frowned in embarrassment, "Misaka-sama, you should just make up for it in this wilderness, dehydration in hot weather will be troublesome. "

What Lukaka said is of course correct, and Miqin also understands very clearly that when it comes to drinking water, Miqin really feels thirsty, since she came to this world, she hasn't had a drop of water - except for the two bottles of medicine, Before, she didn't care about it due to fatigue and nervousness, but now she gradually calmed down and felt thirsty, but if she were to drink this "liquid" mixed with corpse oil, she felt that she would prefer to die of dehydration .

"Captain Lukaka, I think since this is a grassland, there should be a river nearby, right?"

Although there is no difference between the river water in the previous life and the chemically polluted pool, Meiqin is still more willing to believe that this world is environmentally friendly, and the clean water in the river is always cleaner than the water in this kettle.

After hesitating in embarrassment for a while, Lukaka nodded, "I understand, Miqin-sama, I will ask my brother to check around."

The reason why Lukaka hesitated was because monsters would be encountered here at any time, and it was really unsafe to scout around. However, since the commission was accepted, it was also the mercenary's responsibility to fulfill the employer's requirements without involving principles.

However, Lukaka's words made Miqin feel uneasy. Of course, she knew the danger of the Blood Wasteland to ordinary mercenaries, and she originally intended to investigate it by herself. The only zombies and bristles in the field are not a threat to her.

But of course Lukaka would not agree to let her take risks. This was no longer just an employer's problem. A group of big men asked a little girl to explore the road alone, which was not allowed by the dignity of a man.

Suddenly Miqin had an idea, remembering the map that she had left on the edge of her brain since she met these 'guides', the "novel net" was not exquisite, but it was finally pulled out from the belt as a strong parchment.Although I don't know where I am and I can't understand it, but since I have been walking in the bloody wasteland for a long time, the mercenaries should be familiar with it.

Lukaka, who took the map in surprise, had a sudden change in his eyes the next moment.It's like a man who has been hungry for half a month suddenly sees a beautiful woman, well, if Lukaka has no special hobbies, he and his subordinates have indeed been hungry for half a month, and he himself... although a little embarrassed and uncomfortable , and I don’t want to admit it, but the identity at this time is indeed a woman, that’s right, but what Lukaka’s eyes are staring at is not himself, but the map. At this moment, it seems that he can’t even speak. It's not easy.

"Gaia! My lord, where did you get this map? Ah..."

Need Miqin to answer, Lukaka also found an answer he could understand, this must be the collection of the other family, but to have such a collection, the girl's family is obviously not an ordinary little nobleman.

It's no wonder that Lukaka pays so much attention to it and loses composure. This seemingly inconspicuous map, which Mikoto once forgot in the corner of her belt, is too detailed. Because Mikoto is not familiar with it, she can't see the effect of the map. For Lukaka, who set foot in the bloody wasteland for the first time, he even found that the abandoned house that they happened to meet yesterday and had a rest overnight was marked in it.

If they had this map and could grasp all the terrain of the Blood Wasteland, their Silver Wolf Mercenary Group would be able to arrange their daily actions more reasonably, and even find a good place to set up camp every day before nightfall. They turned the Blood Wasteland into their back garden.

Of course, that’s not the reason why Lukaka was surprised. If it’s just the bloody wasteland, you only need to hire some mercenary guards to get familiar with each piece of terrain and map it bit by bit, although it is quite labor-intensive. , but it will not be shocking.But the scope of this map is too broad. [

Wide, this is too empty an adjective to describe the incredibleness of this map, because it is not only the blood wasteland, but also the cold field, stone field, dark forest...Gaia is above, even the black land where the countess is entrenched 』The Forgotten Tower of the Wasteland, and the more distant Taymor Heights are covered in more detail.

Going deep into the hinterland where those monsters gathered, and carefully measuring and groping every corner, and then drawing such a map, even the legendary gold-level powerhouse would definitely not be able to do it.You know, the Fallen Demon is already unimaginably terrifying, but according to legend, in the hinterland of those monsters, there are many existences that are a hundred times more powerful than the Fallen Demon, dark archers, dark spearmen, burning death mages... Any one of these terrifying demons appearing here can wipe out the entire Silver Wolf mercenary group, but in the hinterland of that monster, they are in groups of thousands or tens of thousands.

This made Lukaka think of those ancient heroes who have long been annihilated in the long river of history and have become fairy tales for children to sleep peacefully, those inhuman powerhouses called professionals.It is said that any one of them can fight with groups of monsters, and they are so powerful that today's human beings can't imagine.

Some of the nobles are descendants of professionals, which makes Lukaka naturally attribute this map to Miqin's unfounded ancestors. This map is likely to be the legacy of professionals.

Of course, this is just his misunderstanding. From the perspective of ordinary people in this world, it is impossible to explain it easily, because they have never heard of the saying, "Products produced by the Lord God must be high-quality goods." Zhang is just a more detailed map, so there is nothing to be surprised about.