Diablo Destruction

> Chapter 1534 Newcomer Brother

Looking back, a group of tall and sturdy adventurers in plain clothes walked over, and the one who walked in the front was the talker. A group of friends behind him shook their heads and smiled bitterly, showing me a sorry look, as if to say , Forgive this guy, he is a stupid guy.

I looked at the talker in front of me again. When I looked at the behemoth that was more than three meters high, the ground seemed to shake slightly at every step. The muscles on my body were as strong as iron. I knew that he was a barbarian, an ordinary human. No matter how mutated, such a freak could not be mutated.

This looks... strange face familiar, seems to have seen somewhere.

"Why, don't you know me? Didn't you just see me in the teleportation array?" Seeing my confused expression, the barbarian stretched out the pillar-like arm and pointed to himself.

When he said this, I finally remembered it.

That's right, the barbarian who was wrestling with a Paladin in the teleportation circle, remember that the Paladin called him...

"Turak?"

"Tulakov, Turakov!!!"

Seeing that I showed a sudden, the proud barbarian immediately coughed heavily and corrected it with a terrible loud voice.

"Look, Turak, this name is pretty good, just take this opportunity to regain the value of life in one breath and get a new life under the name Turak."

A group of partners behind whistle and laugh.

"When did I lose the value of my life!" Tulakov shouted back.

Then he turned back and smiled at me and Yan Yuese.

A classic barbarian dress with a braided back and a bald head, a tattoo of a blue beast on his face, a short beard connecting the chin and two temples, his eyebrows are thick, and when he smiles, the wrinkles on his forehead seem to wrinkle On his head, it looks a little funny, this effect makes him look less fierce and evil than other barbarians, giving a straight and straight feeling.

But this is when laughing. Once angry or in a state of combat, I am afraid that it will still be like other barbarians. Only a greasy face can add a lot of deterrent force.

"You... are the first world, the messengers sent by the alliance?" He expressed his curiosity bluntly, and the partner behind him stopped laughing at this time, staring at me with wide eyes.

"Isn't this confirmed in the teleportation array?" I asked with a smile.

"It is true, Raphael has already said it personally, but he still wants to confirm it himself." Tubarkov, the barbarian, sighed, and a pair of wide-open eyes quickly flashed a bit of memory.

"You... how many years have you come to the third world?" Seeing them one by one, I seemed to be aware of something and asked curiously.

"Well... it's been more than thirty years if you count it."

"Three... thirty years?!!!" I widened my eyes and repeated it incredulously.

"Well, yes, we can be considered an older generation here at the camp. When we first came to the Third World, Akara had just become a great elder, and now he is famous, and Raphael was also at that time. Still turning around in the first world and the second world, ran to the third world, and immediately climbed on our heads to be a prestige and a blessing. It is really sad to be a senior."

Turakov's tears were fake, and it can be seen that he admired and respected Rafael from the heart. This is the same as Kasha and Fara. I don't know how old he is than Akara. I still have to be obedient. Obediently, in a dark continent with such a long life span, many times age is not capital, ability is everything.

"But boy, I'm doing a good job. I hooked Raphael's granddaughter into my hands, and it was a relief for us." Tulakov, like the gossip barbarians in the bar, the topic immediately shifted to these topics. .

"Cough, generally. Thanks to Linya, she doesn't dislike it." I really don't know how to answer it. I had to cough again and again.

"Come here, man, let's go to the bar for a drink and have a good chat." Tulakov probably came in with interest, and he slaps me on the shoulder with careless care. If, like those unscrupulous bastards, I tried my best, I would probably fly directly out of it, and I would stop by collapsing a wall in front.

This is so, still a bit of a grin.

"Well, yes, there is an intermediate level in the pseudo field. It seems that it is not bad to mix in Harogas in the second world." Tulakov gave me a thumbs up.

Unexpectedly, it was just such a shot, and I tested out my strength. It is worthy of being an older generation of adventurers who have been here for more than 30 years. The experience directly dumped me a few streets.

"Sorry, Tulakov is this kind of virtue, don't worry about him." Seeing this, the partner behind him quickly explained that I was afraid that Tulakov's rude temptation would make me unhappy.

"It's okay, dealing with barbarians a lot, getting used to these guys." I grinned at them.

"Go for a walk, go to the bar to sit down and talk." Turakov was a bit impatient, mentioning the word "bar", his throat was swallowing constantly, a standard drunkard.

"Wait, old picture. People just came to the camp. They definitely want to go shopping. If they are familiar with this, let's talk about it. How can you pull to the bar like you." The person behind him said quickly.

"Well, it's okay to walk and talk on the road." Turakoff looked very sorry, but then he stretched out his hand in the inventory, and there was an extra barrel in his arms, and he laughed. .

"That's wrong, it's only right to drink while walking and talking."

I seemed to see the spirit of the old drunkard possessed by this guy.

"Ignore him, he is such a person." Those people patted me on the shoulder sympathetically, as if to say, there is no way, who made you just come here, so unlucky to meet this guy Tulakov ?

"Introduce yourself, I am the Assassin Daga." This uncle who has always been showing a gentle smile, like a wizarding profession, turned out to be an assassin, which surprised me.

Aren't all the assassins the guys hiding in dark corners and wiping the bayonet? I thought with my eyes closed, and immediately thought of the voluptuous little fox, the thought of the female writer Aleus...

Sorry, I was wrong.

"And me, Master Simbak."

Oh, waiter, I want to renew!

"Druizimba."

Run forward, Lion King! !

"Sorcerer, Jones."

"Necromancer, Loloza is beautiful."

"Paladin, Miltdorf."

"Paladin……"

"barbarian……"

"assassin……"

"Amazon..."

The people behind me were introduced one by one, which made me feel dazzled.

Wait, how can I remember the names of more than ten people at once?

"Wait, don't you swarm to introduce, don't you see that the newcomer brother is already dazzled?" Turakov, holding a wine barrel and having a good time, stood up and presented a pair of justice. Said awe-inspiringly.

"It's not all you guys' fault!" Everyone glared at him in unison. If this guy didn't jump out of business, it wouldn't be like this.

"It's okay not to remember, there will be many opportunities in the future, and I will gradually become familiar with it." The middle-aged moderate woman with a peculiar mage pointed hat smiled and comforted me.

Remember this is... Necromancer Loloza is beautiful. I didn't expect to see the rare Necromancer profession, but still a person who is so gentle and smiles as harmless as the neighbor's aunt. If she doesn't introduce herself, No one else can guess her occupation.

"Hello everyone, I'm Druid Wu Fan. I just arrived here. I don't understand anything. In the future, I will ask all the seniors to give me more advice." I bowed down politely and saluted.

"Oh, I'm really a polite boy. I originally thought it was appropriate to meet me formally at the welcome meeting. Now it looks like it's not a bad thing to say hello in advance."

The necromancer aunt stepped forward happily, reaching out to touch my head. The assassin next to him coughed heavily, and she suddenly woke up and quickly closed her hand.

"Sorry sorry, it's so rude."

No matter how old the adventurer is, it is unreasonable to reach out to touch the head of another newcomer.

"Forgive her, don't look at Sa Qili's very stable appearance. In fact, she is the one who will forget the reason when she is happy." The assassin Daga helped the siege.

"It's okay, um... that... Aunt Qili just wanted to express her closeness." I smiled and shook my head.

"Qili... Aunt Qili?" The Necromancer screamed, expressing a very hurtful pulling his head.

"Ha ha ha, you just recognize it, Sa Qili, it's kind of calling your aunt. At your current age, it's worthy to call grandma grandpa." Tulakov laughed haha.

At this moment, everyone took a step back in tacit agreement, my hair suddenly erected, and also subconsciously retreated together.

Then, I saw Sachili gently push down her pointed wizard hat, probably not wanting others to see her expression, and saw no other movements. Suddenly, Turakov held Wine barrel exploded.

The wine helped the fire, making all the surroundings blaze. This is not the red flame that I usually see, but the almost blue ghost fire.

It took half a minute for the flames to subside, and a large crater with a diameter of about four or five meters appeared on the ground. Turakov's charred body fell into the shape of a large shape, and his eyes turned in circles. ring.

Although it didn't look like a violent explosion, Tulakov's miserable appearance seemed a little too exaggerated. It wasn't exaggerated until I later tried fighting myself.

Because the structure of the third world is more stable, the destructive force caused by the explosion does not seem very objective, but if Sa Qili's move is placed in the first world, half of the camp will be destroyed.

"Really, please stop." A group of patrol soldiers came over and heard the lead Rog female yawning, saying with a lack of enthusiasm for work.

"Sorry, Mi Seya, to cause you trouble, these are regarded as compensation fees and disposal fees, please trouble you again, and clean up the unpleasant garbage that can not be used to pollute the environment."

Sachili handed over a small bag of gemstones, and pointed to Tulakov in the pit.

"Laozi is not garbage!" Tulakov jumped angrily.

"It's okay, it's about the money." The female Roger, who seems to be Mi Seya, quickly collected the gems.

"Hey, how are my feelings?" Seeing the two reached a certain agreement, Tulakov shouted unwillingly.

"What should I do? The garbage seems to be struggling to rebel." Mi Seya pointed at the other party, and just after receiving the money, did she intend to passively slack off? Although it is not good to clean up Turakov like garbage...

Forget it, I don’t know which side should be better.

"No way, it seems that I can only wait for the next opportunity." Sa Qili seemed to know Mi Saya's character long before, and she sighed.

"Well, if you find an opportunity next time, let me know, although I can't guarantee it will come."

"Don't ignore the victim's feelings, what exactly do you want to do to me!" Tulakov saw that the two of them started plotting in front of him, and immediately became calm.

"Then say goodbye, goodbye."

"Slow walking."

Tulakov, who was ignored from beginning to end, knelt down to the ground, his back pale, these were all self-sufficiency, he said what he shouldn't say, and I couldn't sympathize with him.

"Oh, that's right." Mi Seya, who had walked a few steps, suddenly killed a carbine and came to me. She glanced at her laziness and narrowed her eyes.

"I didn't check it for a while, it turned out to be the elder elder, which is really disrespectful."

"Where and where, there will be a lot of trouble for everyone in the future."

"Are you stupid? Hurry up and salute." She turned around and shouted at the helpers, and these people obviously didn't know my identity, and they looked blank, but forced by the captain's prostitution, they were still upright. A positive ceremony.

"Cough, sir, this... this kind of trivial matter does not need to report to Lord Raphael, right."

With that said, Mi Seya handed me the gem bag she had just received from Sa Qi Li.

Hey, hey, this is an open bribe.

In order to maintain the positive image of the elders, I looked right and took the bag quickly.

"What is Captain Misaya talking about, what a trifle? I haven't seen anything." The pretend to ask stupidly.

"It's great to be able to meet such an enlightened leader." Mi Seya blinked, always unable to open her eyes, and finally opened her eyes, revealing a pair of bright and eye-catching pupils, and seemed to want to see me carefully. Shook hands and took the team away.

As soon as Mi Seya left, a group of people hula hugged me around, and talked about it in full.

"Look at what Mi Seya said just now. Could it be that our newcomer brother is the Alliance elder?"

"Impossible, too young anyway, which of the elders is not gray-haired."

"Isn't that Raphael?"

"She is an exception."

"Then why the newcomer brother is not an exception?"

"Right, I remember." Suddenly, Tulakov clapped his hands.

"The newcomers who came to the Third World in the past two years, especially recently, have you ever mentioned one thing? It is the youngest elder in the league, the Continental Gemini or something."

"You seem to have an impression when you say this."

So, more than ten pairs of eyes finally fell on me, seeking answers.

"If you guessed right...it should be saying I...probably." I was stared at the back and chilled, and responded in a low voice.

Speaking of this, my Alliance Elder is also in recent years. Accurately speaking, after the contest, after the constant promotion of Akala, it became famous in the Second World. However, because it is not like Seattle and Card. Like Lose, Harrogas has an actual record (or a bad name) in the second world, so those people should still have a certain conservative attitude towards the rumors about me, and they did not fully believe it.

Naturally, in the third world, the rumors about me are even more pitiful. If Tulakov often mixes in the bar, he is probably a well-known gossip fan, and I certainly cannot remember my character.

"That is to say, those rumors are true?" Everyone asked in a mess.

Because I don’t know what they are talking about, what do they mean, and who knows that after being nourished by the cowhide hotbed in the bar, will my rumors become

Such a thing, so I can only respond with a troubled smile, and dare not nod.

"Okay, do you guys treat our new brother like this?" Or the assassins Daga and Sakiri were calmer and found me in trouble and immediately pushed everyone away.

"If you have any questions, I will talk about it later. There is still a chance to understand it, isn't it? It has been said just now. Now it's time to take our younger brother to the camp and get acquainted with the environment."

This group should be headed by the assassin Daga, the necromancer Sakiri, and the barbarian Turakov. When Daga and Sakiri drank like this, they immediately stopped. As for Turakov... he was again Ignore it.

"Be sure to talk to us in the future. We are all very interested in your experience." Saqili blinked gently at me.

"Sure, sure." I nodded quickly, relieved.

"So what do you call you in the future? Lord Elder or something else?" Uncle Daga asked with his arms around his chest.

"Your elders will be waived, call others, as you like."

Raphael

The name is set like this, I am almost dead, no matter what it is called, it will not be worse than this.

"Right, just call the newcomer brother, how?" Sa Qili folded her hands and made a very bad proposal.

"Huh... Huh?"

"It looks good."

"It's very emotional."

"kind."

Even more than I expected, everyone agreed.

"Wait... wait, I can't always be a newcomer." I couldn't help protesting.

"No way, this title will continue until the next batch of newcomers arrive, but you say whatever you want to call it, no regrets, new brother." Sa Qili came up, regardless of Daga's desperate cough, still reached out and touched me s head.

Finished and treated as a newcomer, although I am indeed a newcomer, and the people in front of me are several times older than me. Just staying here, it is just as old as I am now Little brother, there is nothing to refute.

"It was so decided." So, with my silent sigh, the title was fixed.

Newcomer brother... It's okay. It's a very kind name. It's not too contradictory. It's better than elders in the harem and men in cloaks. Of course it's much better.

"Ula, go to the bar to celebrate!" Tulakov shouted excitedly.

I said you actually want to drink alcohol, right?

"Is it good to bring the younger brother familiar with the environment?" Dhaka sighed as he looked at everyone's interest.

"Forget it, these guys are already **** brains, and it's not too late to visit tomorrow~www.ltnovel.com~ OK? Newcomer brother?"

"It's okay, bother everyone." Although I really want to take a walk, it's not bad to get to know people first. I thought about it and nodded.

"Then use the loot you just received."

I lifted the bag in my hand. This was a bribe from Mi Yasai, and it didn't seem very good to return to Sa Qili. Now it just happens to be used to borrow flowers and offer Buddha.

"Oh Huo!! Just do it."

Everyone cheered, it doesn’t matter who invites you, will you still lack this money in the Third World? And these people, the strength can all be in the realm of the field! Even looking at the entire third world, it is also a top-notch master.

"Speaking of that, I really lost the newcomer's brother to get a knife back from Mi Seya." Sa Qili said suddenly on the way to the bar.

"Is it strange?"

As an elder, I saw that I was bribed to feel that there was nothing wrong with it, but I was only surprised by Mi Seya's unscrupulous behavior.