Diablo Destruction

>Chapter 1453 is still the seventh sense, or the corner of that fate

"It seems like a stupid thing." Everyone came out of the teleportation array, and everyone shrugged weakly, just like the team that had just battled with the monster and returned tired.

"I am embarrassed when I think of it..." I was also downcast and weak.

Why are you arguing about that kind of thing in that place? It feels like arguing whether the tofu flower is sweet or salty. One side is sweet and the other is salty.

Recalling that I was arguing in the cave for Momo noodles and roasted Momo. I almost didn't have any shameful fragments of twisting up my sleeves. Everyone was a face twitching. How empty is my heart.

"Brother, do you want to see other places?" Sa Qili glanced at the other teleportation.

"It's almost the same anyway."

"Yes, there are seven of them are Momo, and ten of them are breeding animals..."

"Then you don't have to. I have time to read it again." I thought about it and shook my head.

"Ah? Really don't go? Maybe Momo in other places is already mature." She said with regret.

"Just to let you see the charm of roasting Momo."

"That's really sorry, I have eaten the freshly baked Momo, and I don't think Momo Noodles are delicious."

Do not! Stop it! Stop being involved in the dispute between Momo Noodle and Roast Momo! I shouted loudly in my heart, but I couldn't control my mouth.

Every man's life will have at least one or two things that must be adhered to.

"Huh~~" Sa Qili narrowed her eyes, as if a storm was brewing again.

"Hey!"

She suddenly hugged me and rubbed her hands on my face.

"It's best to roast Momo, right."

While rubbing my face, the other hand quickly reached the back of the head and pressed slightly, unconsciously, I nodded my head unconsciously.

"Long live, the younger brother has abandoned the secrets and admitted that roasting Momo is the best."

Before I even protested, Sakiri had already grabbed the crowd, bouncing and cheering and announced loudly.

But... Damn it, even defeated by such conspiracy, Velas, I'm sorry for you, sorry for your special Momo face! ! !

My back was pale, and Otz, who was full of regret, fell to his knees, as if the whole world had lost its color.

"Don't mind, the younger brother, Sa Qili is like this. Although it is very reliable when fighting, sometimes it is full of fun like a child." Daga patted my shoulder sympathetically.

"Yes, yes, this is like a sentence, the older the younger, right." Tulakov grinned broadly.

A finger of aging!

"Poof ——————!!!!!!"

We looked at Turakov, who stooped and coughed like an old man, and Sakiri, who put away his fibrin fingers with a murderous smile, we couldn't help but start a cold war.

In the third world, never discuss the topic of age with female adventurers, like Tulakov is even more self-seeking, must remember, remember.

Finally, we walked around the residential area. The biggest difference between this place and the first world camp is that the houses are well-ordered. There is no way to reduce the area of ​​the camp.

However, considerable space is left, so there is no need to worry about population expansion or other problems.

"It doesn't seem to have a training ground or a place like a ring." I looked all the way and compared with the first-world camp, my mouth murmured subconsciously.

"It's not necessary. The outside is the best training ground." Turakov, who was once again troubled by aging, struggled to answer, not forgetting to put a fighting se, and looked provocatively at Shahick.

"The same is true of the ring. If you want to compare, just find a place outside. The camp can not provide this condition." Shahick ignored the other party and took the topic and said.

"If there is no training ground, what should the residents of the third world do, and what should everyone do? Those children who have the talent to become adventurers cannot be sent back to the first world for training. They can only be wasted. Do they spend their lives as civilians?"

"This question is good. Of course it is not the case. If we have talents, we will also train them to be good adventurers. But the environment and conditions of the camp are not suitable. Those qualified children are sent to Going somewhere else, you ask Raphael, she knows better than us."

"It turns out that there are really many things that must be understood." I nodded and responded.

The first and second world all have mechanisms for training adventurers. Of course, the best and most perfect way is to send them to the first world training camp. In the third world, these methods seem to be unrealistic. , What should I do? I can't wait to know the answer.

"There are more than 20,000 civilians in the camp, most of them are responsible for the planting and breeding work you just saw underground, while the remaining small part are people with skills, and we are responsible for protecting them, everyone is in The post plays its role, and because of this, the camp can run and everyone can worry about food and clothing."

I listened and watched. As Sa Qili said, everyone is busy with a clear division of labor. Some children who are five to six years old will also follow their parents and do some housework within their ability.

Unlike what I had imagined before, the civilians here did not show the slightest fear and despair because of the powerful **** forces facing the third world. In comparison, they are more than the residents of the first and second world camps. Instead, there is a more substantial feeling.

Here, a kind of poverty and hardship is maintained.

"what?"

"What's wrong, younger brother?"

Seeing my footsteps slightly, it seemed that I saw something strange, Sa Qili asked aside curiously.

"No, it's nothing." I shook my head and continued to take steps.

Just a moment ago, it seemed that she saw Mi Siya's figure. How could she put down her patrol work and came here, could it be that I'm looking at it?

After spending an afternoon, I finally walked around the camp. With a general understanding, I saw the dusk coming, and I thanked the enthusiastic guides.

"By the way, Auntie Chili, do you know a blacksmith named Rukogas?" Before the separation, I suddenly remembered what Old Man Farah had said to me before leaving, and tried to ask.

"Lukegas?" Everyone's face suddenly became weird.

"What's wrong, is there anything strange?"

"No, I just didn't expect that the little brother who knew nothing about it, even knew the name Lukogas." Sa Qili shook her head with a smile.

"Some stingy guy told me, do you know Rukogas?"

"In this way, the stingy guy you said is not simple. Even in the third world, there are not many people who know Rucogas, and fewer people can see him."

"Sounds like a haunted guy."

"It's not sounding, it's just such a person. To be honest, if I hadn't been fortunate to see it once, I would probably think this person was just a fabricated rumor." Sa Qili's smile seemed a little bit Helpless.

"What's the matter, can you tell me if you don't mind, Auntie Chili?"

"Well... Lukegas..." Suddenly, she seemed to sort through the words in her mind before slowly speaking.

"People who know him say that he is an underground blacksmith."

"Underground blacksmith?"

"Yes, it means that you can only meet him underground, such as caves and places."

"Why run to that place?"

"It is said that it was for digging forging materials. Isn't it so? I don't know, but the only place I met him was indeed in the cave." Seemingly something interesting came up, Sachili chuckled.

"There is also a rumor, younger brother, how about the First World Cave?"

"Hey?" I don't quite understand what she wants to ask.

"Is the passage complicated? How big is it? Take the evil cave outside the **** wilderness."

"If the evil cave...is not very big, if it's complicated...it shouldn't be counted." I recalled the scene when I first entered the dark continent and went into the experience of the evil cave.

"That’s right, tell you, don’t think of the evil caves here, too. The evil caves here are complex and huge like an underground world, even if we stayed in the camp for more than thirty years. Old people of age, who want to enter, will also be ready to send the scroll."

"Is there such a big difference? Why is it so?" I incredulously raised my voice, and entered the evil cave to find the troublesome little abacus of the corpse, which was also broken instantly.

"There are many sayings, such as the corpse is angry and dissatisfied that its territory is too small, so it is desperately dug so big, but it is not only the case of evil caves, so this reason is not sufficient, and the more exaggerated statement is, These complex passage caves were dug by Rukogas."

I:"……"

How can the old man Farah know some weirdos? Is this the so-called thing gathering?

"That is to say, if I want to find him, I can only drill into the hole in the ground?"

"This is the only way."

"God, how many caves are there in Camp Roger." I fainted.

"That's why it's hard to meet him. It's impossible to have no luck. Even we have only met once in these years." Everyone laughed when I saw my exaggeration.

"Okay, in fact, what I lack the most is luck." I said this, secretly adding a bad luck.

"Brother, you can't mess up. The cave environment is more dangerous than outside. You should have been very clear after you have practiced for so many years."

Sa Qili thought about it and said simply: "If not, if there is enough time, then we will take you to the entrance of the evil cave by the way?"

"Anyway, it's enough to fight a battle." Tulakov carelessly pinched his nostrils.

"As a decent gentleman, there should be no intersection with the dark and dirty places of the cave, but since it is the request of the younger brother, it is another matter."

"Then I'll trouble you at that time." Curiosity was hung up, and I was more interested in this person, Rukogas.

"By the way, Aunt Qili, what kind of person did you just say that you met him?"

"I don't know what to say. It's a very strange person. Although I met, he was completely ignored by him." Recalling that encounter, Sa Qili couldn't help crying or laughing, but her look was unusually yearning.

"If you are destined to meet, you will be able to recognize him at a glance. He is the best and most powerful blacksmith I have ever seen."

...

Saying goodbye to everyone, I was still thinking about Sa Qili's words on the way alone.

Since she was ignored, how did she know that Lukogas was an excellent blacksmith?

Combined with what I just said, I finally know what the old man Farah's phrase "If you don't feel egg pain, try to find him", what does it mean? I have to look for Rukogas in the many caves in the camp, and these caves seem to be still The digging by him is extremely complicated and vast. Looking for such a person, you really have to be prepared for egg pain.

Hesitating whether to spend time to find such a puzzled blacksmith who was marked with a question mark, and when he recovered, I found... lost?

No, how could my druid Wu Fan get lost? When it comes to saying that the camps of the Third World are just as large as the area of ​​the first world camps, it would be too sad to be lost in such a place.

I pressed my temple, and my eyes were wide and glared, activating a seventh sense that had been deep in my soul.

Haha! ! !

According to the instructions of the seventh sense, I kicked and kicked fiercely into the air on the opposite corner.

Wait, what's the point of doing this kind of thing at this time? You should look for directions.

The person was already flying in mid-air, and I suddenly realized that it was not appropriate, but the water that was spilled was difficult to collect. I had to wait for the release of the flying kick skills to be completed. Feeling.

Because it is so terrifying, it's totally a plug-in existence. I don't know how to describe it in words.

At this moment, the mutation suddenly emerged.

The original empty corner, at the moment when I kicked and fell on the target air, suddenly, a sneaky figure was drilled from the alley in the direction of the right angle, and a head was protruded from the corner. It was too late to look around. , My head is in contact with the sole of my shoe.

"&%￥%%......"

A series of inexplicable screams were issued. The image of the person flew out like a cat, hitting the opposite wall. With a thud, he bounced back, hitting a few rolls on the ground, and then issued a pig-like howl.

"Ouch, my waist, my legs, my neck, who is it, and what kind of unscrupulous guy treats a poor old man like this."

In this way, his eyes cast fiercely, facing my eyes.

I:"……"

gallon:"……"

"It hurts?" I grinned, squatted, and looked up and down at the old man.

This is really nowhere to be found. I have no need to come here. I thought about where he would go when he arrived in the third world. I didn't expect to go to the camp to die.

"Would you give me a kick?" The old man gallon was furious.

"Okay, last time I was injured, you took care of me, this time it was my turn to take care of you, and later, I will prepare bowl noodles for you."

"and many more!"

The word noodles, as if they were magical, immediately left the gallon old man with a sore waist and no leg pain, and he just jumped from the ground.

He looked around in a panic, and then the eyes of suspicious and suspicious eyes fell back on me.

"Boy... you alone?"

Of course I knew what he wanted to ask, or what he was looking for, what he was afraid of, and his appetite paused before shaking his head.

"No, there is one more."

"Who is it?" The old man gallon was immediately vigilant.

"Linya, Linya of the Edwardian family, do you know?"

"Originally referring to her, that little girl, that's good, that's good." The old man of Gallon breathed a sigh of relief, swept awkwardly just now, coughed a few times, straightened his chest, and became again Fairy wind bones, legs hair fluttering up.

"That's it."

I smiled brilliantly, and then naturally stretched my hand to my chest and shook the necklace.

"Little ghost, met an acquaintance."

"Who?" The hazy sound of the little ghost still awake from the inside ~www.ltnovel.com~ Then, she plucked her upper body out of the necklace, rubbed her sleeping eyes, looked at the opposite side and kept the fairy wind Dao posture, but already dumbfounded, extremely gallon old man.

"Who is this old man?"

"Have you forgotten?"

I smiled bitterly. Indeed, no matter what I thought, only the short-lived old man of Gallon was not the object that the little ghost would remember.

However, the little ghost can't remember, it doesn't mean that the gallon can't. It should be said that that time was one of the darkest days in his life.

And the root of all evil is the bowl of clear noodles made of diamonds in front of this ghost. Just recalling it, Gallon felt his teeth numb and his stomach tumbled as if he was utterly indigestible. The friction of hard objects.

Today's 10,000-word update is complete, and I can finally roll off the bed to rest. This is really a health for a promise.

Xiaoqi has worked very hard. Should everyone reward more monthly tickets?