Diablo Destruction

>... came out from Akara's tent and looked around. After hesitating for a moment, I hurried in the direction of the training ground. M

Along the way, the brain is still thinking and digesting.

According to the previous urinary development, I originally thought that there was something wrong with Tiya from the Hladik tribe, or what difficulties the elven tribe encountered. Of course, the most likely one is the **** tribe.

I didn't expect it to be all.

The accident happened this time, it was sister Selna and the old drunkard Kasha.

The old drunkard, to be honest, I actually thought about it. After all, she was very abnormal before she left, feeling that something would happen sooner or later, for example, when it suddenly broke out one day, carrying a spear and saying that she would go and pick Andalil, For example, when one day suddenly broke out, he put on a snow suit and said that he would go deep in the snow mountains of Harogas to find an old lover who had been missing for a hundred years.

And so on, anyway, this guy has a lot of black history and can think of anything.

It’s just that I didn’t expect that her black history actually involved Sister Sarnah. The specific reason is unknown. Akara and Kane didn’t talk to me too much, only let me go to these two people and use their own eyes. He and ear personally confirm the truth of history.

After sorting out the course of things, the only more detailed information is only-the day before yesterday. Sister Salna went deep into the Red Gate, commonly known as the cow gate, for nearly ten months. Finally came out, and then on the next day, fight with the old drunkard.

This big shot. It wasn’t the kind of battle that was controlled within a certain range, but it was a completely free and merciless death fight. If it wasn’t for the old Farah’s discovery, start the magic circle in time to get the two troublemakers out of the camp. The casualties were heavy.

Fortunately, there was no major disaster.

To be honest, I just heard Akara say this time. The heart is almost coming out of the throat. If their battle really spreads to the camp and causes a lot of sacrifices, Akara will definitely not be merciless. By then, I will be caught between several people. I don’t know what to do. That's it.

But now is not the time to feel at ease, after a battle. Nothing seemed to come out. Sister Selna and the old drunkard parted ways and left, so far no trace of them has been found.

What happened to these two people, why did they suddenly fight to such an extent?

I frowned. Bewildered.

The relationship between Sister Salna and the old drunkard, as the other person who has the most contact with the two people, I still know very well. Although they fight all day long, they are all Queen-style pride. Outside of me, probably only the old drunkard was regarded as a loved one, er, San Wu Princess might also be a half.

And the old drunkard is more blatantly manifested in action. You see, compared to Sister Salna, let alone me, even two of Carlos and Seattle, her real disciples, feel like they are like It is the same as the stepmother, and the treatment level is completely different.

How could such two people really fight each other? Could it be that Piao Jiao overdone and played a fire?

No, no, it's not a child anymore, this is unlikely.

Maybe it's about Sister Salna going to the cow gate? She went to find the cow's tears that were said to be able to restore her memory. She didn't know if she could find it. According to what she sees now, 70% to 80% were found, which led to a fuse.

It seems that only one of these two people can find the answer.

I thought about it and decided to go to the old drunkard first.

Her mode of action and scope of activities are still relatively easy to confirm. As for Sister Salna, I am in contact with her now and I can’t reach her, indicating that she is no longer in the camp, but she also did not use the teleportation array and walked through the misty forest. Lu Gaoyin is unlikely to be within the range of the Roger Grassland.

It's just that Roger Prairie is so big, but it's not easy to find, or go to find the old drunkard first, make things clear, maybe you will know where she went.

Thinking all the way, I came to the training ground and found a circle around. I didn't see her figure, um, as expected.

I just took a look when I passed her old nest just now, but I wasn’t there. It was said that there were more than one hundred dirty red cloaks that were said to be the ancestral treasure. The thick, fermented sauerkraut smell that can be smelled from far away, this old woman is almost lazy what she is like, no wonder no man dare to ask for it now.

It is estimated that the red brother B, don’t look at the appearance of a cold and poisonous tongue man. In fact, it may be a family man who does laundry and cooking, and repairs and repairs omnipotently. Perhaps he can only be regarded as an old drunkard.

Shaking his head, I went to the other secret dens of the old drunkard.

The secret den said was actually just for hiding debts. Akara probably knew it long ago, so I had no hope of finding her. Sure enough, I turned around and returned without a miracle.

Where did it go? This bastard.

I have known the old drunkard for the past ten years. I haven’t heard of her home except for the camp. She went to the wild... Uh, with her urine, it’s because she ran to eat and drink with the sinking demon. Anymore?

Impossible, no matter how bad it is, it won't be like this.

Oh, right.

I suddenly thought of a place, although the possibility is extremely small, but I can't think of any other.

The place to bury the bones, um.

Remember when she first met the old drunkard, what did she tell me? To be precise, what kind of task did she give me?

Let me go and bury the blood crow.

Not only me, but every newcomer rookie team will go to Fool. Until recent years, the newcomers have almost realized their bad nature, and Fuck’s chance of success is low. She stopped this pointless move.

This guy must have hatred for the blood crow.

Thinking of this, I decided to still hold a glimmer of hope. Go and see.

The icy field teleportation array, two mages and guards guarding the teleportation array, are surrounded by a campfire. Resist the cold weather.

Although the spring has quietly arrived, but in the icy place where the snow is all year round, instead of getting warmer, the weather has increased a humid air, and it seems to be more bitter and cold.

"Nobody would want to practice in this ghost weather." The mage rubbed his hands, and the cold wind blowing from the valley shivered.

"The blizzard just stopped yesterday. The camp has been notified, but it is estimated that no adventurers will come over in the last few days. It is possible to go back." said another soldier.

"The guard mission is coming to an end in a few days. Next time I'd rather go to the transfer station on the second floor of the tomb, although it's a little dark, at least not so cold."

"Come on. The last time you were guarding the ground floor of the prison, what did you say, I would rather go to the icy field to be frozen than sit in such a spooky ghost cell." The soldier laughed.

"Last time was last time, this time this time. The cell is the cell, and the tomb is the tomb." The mage murmured, his voice much lower.

At this moment, a burst of white light fluttered, and a figure jumped out from the inside quickly. Before he could see clearly, he ran away.

"Who is still here at this time?"

"It's really anxious. There is only one person, a master of the league. Are you rushing to complete any task?"

The two looked at the distant figure and muttered to themselves.

But the words of the two had just ended, and the figure was killed again.

"Sorry, may I ask in which direction is the place where the bones are buried?" asked the figure in a cloak who stopped in front of the two.

"It turned out to be Elder Fan."

After the mages and soldiers saw their faces clearly, they stood up in awe.

As a member of the Rogge soldiers, wouldn’t they know the big man in front of them, not to mention that he once replaced an irresponsible drunkard elder, who had been intermittently managing the entire camp of soldiers, and only recently was Carrie Lord Na completely took over the past, only the cloak men, dead sister control, harem elders, mainland Gemini and so on, are already irresistible.

"Are you going to the burial ground? It's in that direction." The soldier pointed in one direction and replied first.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Excuse me, in what direction is the bone buried?"

"The elders are in that direction, just go straight in this direction." The soldier thought that the other party had not heard clearly, and then repeated it.

It was silent for another moment.

"Excuse me, in what direction is the bone buried?"

"It's over there..." The soldier scratched his head. Why didn't the elders hear it clearly? Didn't say that the druid's ears were very sensitive?

"Excuse me, in what direction is the place where the bones are buried?" The other party has become a repeater, repeating the lines just now.

"Elder Fan, it's... it's over there." The strange question was repeated over and over again, and the soldier knelt down to the other side and cried.

"Idiot." The mage whispered, pulling the soldier's shoulder from the back, stepping forward, and smiling.

"Elders, let me take you personally."

"Is it really possible? Will not disturb your task." Finally, there is a new line in the repeater opposite.

"May I help you."

"Which team are you from? Thank you so much. Now, let's go immediately."

With that said, the other party was already carrying the mage like a chicken.

"Why did I forget..."

After seeing the two leave, the soldier suddenly remembered something and sorrowfully slapped his forehead.

Elder Fan is a super lust.

...

Under the guidance of the mage, soon, the conspicuous shape of the place where the bone was buried appeared in sight.

"It's fine here, thank you very much."

"Where, this is my pleasure."

"Can you go back alone?"

"Of course, the cold weather and monsters can't help me." The mage smiled confidently.

"If there is anything you need to help, please tell me."

"No, it's gone, you go back first. Trouble."

"Okay, I wish you all the best..."

Watching the mage leave, I turned around. Look at the place where the bones are buried.

I hope the old drunkard is here, otherwise, if not... I'm going to waste a copy of the scroll back to the city.

A land of grievances. Even the blizzard bypassed here, reluctant to come in, stepped on the damp and soft, faintly smelling body of mud, entered the inside, and finally, in the center of the graveyard where the bone was buried, found a touch of familiar wine Red back view.

It's true that I'm running around. Find it right.

I was relieved and strode forward.

With his back to me, sitting on the top of a broken stone tomb three or four meters high, this guy picked up the gravel and bored the mud, pinched one by one to the poor little skull and zombie underneath, every mud Balls and stones. They can hit the skulls and zombies who are about to attack her with unprecedented accuracy, smash them out of balance, and throw a dog in the air to eat shit.

The blood crow, who is the owner of the burial ground, is missing, and seems to have been killed. Otherwise, the old drunkard can't hit the monster on it so leisurely.

"How old are you, still playing with mud, and if you don't change this kind of bad taste, I'm afraid even Carlos and Seattle will be hiding from you."

I threw a fire storm, and let the dead skulls and zombies to play with them to rest.

"It's you kid?" The old drunkard turned his face with dark circles, and his face was uncomfortable. It seemed to say that you can find it when I hide here, and the wolf nose really works.

"Why, I received an order from Akara to push me back to dispose? In that case, the stinky girl has to be counted as a copy. Are you willing?"

"Relax, if that time comes, I will not hesitate to fabricate the facts and put all of Selna's crimes on your head."

"The same is true, you should guess that you will do this. It's a reassuring student." The old drunkard laughed, subconsciously shook the hip flask in his hand and put a sip in his mouth.

However, the jug held high did not drip even a drop of liquid.

I shook my head, took out a jar of elven fruit wine, and threw it away.

"Ha~~~"

After taking the wine jar and weighing it a few times, the old drunkard couldn't wait to open it, just like a thirsty traveler in the desert, directly lifted the mouth of the wine jar and swallowed it up, letting the light green wine night come from the corner of the mouth. Spilled on both sides, wet the armor on the body.

This is really...too bad.

Although the usual old drunkard is already down, but now she is better than others. It seems that the young bereavement of father, the middle-aged bereavement of children, and the widowed wives of old age are not as miserable as her.

She drank a third of her mouthful, and then she choked down the wine jar.

"Your boy, shouldn't you come to deliver wine specially?" She glanced at me, playing with the stone in her hand boringly, shaking her legs, and her pupils looked at the sky without focus.

A good picture of a melancholic beauty of a girl, if the old drunkard can be a hundred years younger.

"Why did I come to you, isn't your heart clearest?"

I rolled my eyes, kicked my legs, and went up to the top of the mausoleum. I sat cross-legged next to the old drunkard... Uh, this guy doesn't drink or take a shower.

"Akala is smart enough to let you come." With a sneer, the old drunkard shook his head and suddenly asked.

"Boy, please tell me, am I a bad character, timid and cowardly, and useless?"

I was stunned at that time, as if there were countless thunder bolts flashing in my mind, and stayed for a long time before murmuring.

"Old drunkard, you... wouldn't you have been so muddled after so many years, only now you realize how degraded you are."

"Huh, although it is the expected answer, but you kid is really uncomfortable."

"However, I want to boast that you can be timid and cowardly. After all, the bars that owe the entire camp must be hunted down by the boss every day. The people who are still doing their own things under the eyes of Akara cannot be timid and cowardly. , It’s more correct to say that it’s bolder.” I really boasted. Of course, people don’t sound like compliments, I don’t care.

"is it?"

I thought the old drunkard would be furious, and taught me a meal as hard as ever, but I didn't expect this sentence, but it seemed to touch the button she didn't know, which made her laugh hard, and then laughed.

Although it is very vulgar, but this laugh is really bleak.

"Unexpectedly, the wantonness of these years ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ has also wiped out the timidity and cowardice, which is really an unexpected gain."

Touching his chin, the old drunkard smiled triumphantly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

This guy... finally got to touch that black history?

That glory about the wine-red demon.

Why would the old drunkard feel... that he used to be timid and weak? What happened?

I was sitting aloof, determined to explore the black history of old drunkards to the end.

"It seems that this time I have to tell you the truth." Seeing my serious expression, the old drunkard turned back, his voice with a hint of joking.

"Don't talk nonsense if you know it. Who asked you to involve Selna? I don't care what you do, but when it comes to Selna, I can't let it go anymore." Road.

"That smelly girl... hum!" Speaking of Sister Salna, the old drunkard's eyes flashed a complex look...to be continued) RQ