Diablo Destruction

I hesitated for a long time, looking at this secret for its great value, I only nodded with a painful face, and I already scolded in my heart.

"Actually..." The deal was concluded, and the old drunkard immediately entered the mode of recalling that year. His eyes were blurred, and he looked motionlessly at the dark clouds above the bone-buried land.

"Actually, I am not a person."

I:"……"

This...is it because I hear it.

Scolded this guy in my heart, so it caused auditory hallucinations? No, it doesn't seem to be the case.

The old drunkard said something like this, but I didn't know how to speak out.

Just as if I just wanted to scold the other party "You are not a person", the other party first said "I am not a person", but the result was stunned, and the next line did not know what to say.

After thinking for a while, I looked at her with sympathetic eyes and comforted: "I know you are depressed this time, but there is no need to torture and abuse yourself like this, although everyone knows this is the truth."

"I know a fart." The old drunkard was furious and kicked me off the tomb with one foot.

"Do you think I'm kidding you? Look good."

With such a roar, the old drunken man suddenly appeared in a mighty posture of glaring King Kong, his elbows flexing. In one exhibition on both sides, the race Asian will transform into a Saiyan.

I:"……"

A cold wind blew through, blowing my cold and pitying eyes. The old drunkard blowing a pose on the mausoleum without any movement.

This guy... doesn't it, end-stage brain cancer?

"It's a mistake, so many years have passed. I forgot how to do it." She snarled a few embarrassed coughs in the back of her head, whispered in a small voice, and roared again, her eyes widened, this time stretching her posture and raising her right hand. , Just like Superman transformed.

Just when I was going to continue to read jokes. And while brewing a sharp spitting line in his heart, suddenly, the endless golden light burst out of her with the actions of the old drunkard.

Oh oh oh----! ! What is this thing, blind my titanium dog eyes! !

I was suddenly struck by the dazzling golden light, and the tears were full of tears, and my eyes were rolling.

What happened?

Wait for your eyes to adjust. I rubbed desperately, opened it, and saw the old drunkard above the mausoleum, wrapped in a layer of bright golden light.

The gloomy land of bones illuminates the hall with her golden brilliance. The picture is warm.

"This is..." I opened my eyes and asked.

"What are you going to do with your gear?"

"Look better, idiot." A stone hit his head with great power. I shouted and shouted.

Nima’s, don’t think it’s invincible with a layer of golden light. The golden slime Ben Druid, which gives you experience, can be brushed a lot. Lao Tzu wants to kill you!

I stood up and was about to scratch my head, and came to a state of world power. As a result, I stopped after half the action.

Well, it's not right, this layer of golden light on the old drunkard really doesn't look like the golden light of the whole body.

I thought that when Druid finally put together a set of golden heads and turned into a glittering gold, he did not have half the power of the light in front of him.

But it seemed familiar to me, I knew it very well, and I definitely saw it somewhere.

After a long memory, I clapped my palms and suddenly realized.

Isn't this the golden light unique to Valkyrie?

Then the brain thundered and crashed, the body stagnate on the movement of clapping the palm, as if petrified, and could not move at all.

God, I was just kidding on God’s birthday, did you make it real? The protagonist aura is not so used.

"You... are you Valkyrie?"

I don't know how long it took before I was so dry and hard to speak out.

"Huh, it seems that your mind is not completely broken, and finally figured it out."

The golden light dissipated, and the old drunkard sat down bravely, and picked up the wine jar again.

This is really...how to describe it? Even the screenwriter can't write it, so the coincidence makes people speechless.

After a while, I grabbed my hair and sat down next to the old drunkard.

"Well, I accepted it so soon?" My attitude surprised the other party.

"What should I say? This possibility was used as a joke before, so it was easier to accept."

"Your bastard, even fooling your adult joke?" The old drunkard was furious.

"Isn't this a guess?" I also flipped the table angrily.

The momentum was about to hit, and it was about to hit, but the old drunkard quickly sighed like a broken balloon and drank himself.

"Okay, it looks like you should be the valkyrie of the burgundy demon."

I murmured, to be honest, I still feel a little dreamy. I have faced myself for nearly ten years. This bright and brazen guy is just a created Valkyrie?

This kind of feeling is like playing with someone from a young age to a big one day, and it looks very similar to a raccoon cat, with a beard on his face, a bell hanging on his neck, a blue and white color, and a belly in the middle. The strange friend of the strange pocket suddenly took off his head in front of me one day and told me with a mechanical voice that he was not a human, but he was a dream like Dora [bleep], which surprised me.

No, no, it’s the other talents who should be surprised in this case, right, my dog’s eyes and IQ...

In short, although the metaphor used is awkward, it is generally such an incredible feeling.

"No, wait!" I suddenly found a huge flaw.

"Actually speaking, although the Valkyrie looks similar to its owner, it is not exactly the same. Especially if you haven't seen the burgundy demon before, just listening to the rumors. I can imagine how big the difference is."

After a pause, I stared at the old drunkard: "It's such a big gap, red B... oh. No, how can the elf clan Lanster not see it, and still treat you as a wine red demon?"

"I didn't expect your head to be so brilliant, but I could think of it." After looking at me unexpectedly, the old drunkard stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" I was furious, this guy was greedy.

"A bottle of Sark crystal wine, I tell you the reason, rest assured. This reason is guaranteed to make you feel value-for-money, very value-for-money.

"Really?"

"Don't lie to you, don't overvalue, don't [money]." The old drunkard smiled.

I always felt something was wrong, but I didn't figure it out for a while, hesitated for a while, then nodded.

then. I heard that the old drunkard slightly started the history, about the black history of Red B classmates.

"The fellow Lantes, who was known as the first genius of the elves, was very arrogant, at that time. The relationship between the Alliance and the elves was far from good. I heard the rumor of the wine red demon, that The guy refused to accept the first one, and felt that the burgundy demon was not much bigger than him. The strength was definitely not as strong as him, so he challenged the door, uh, you know."

I know a little bit.

Although Lanster is powerful, he is now the strongest in the world, but compared to the legendary wine red demon, the gap is really not a little bit, it is estimated to be sent to the door and killed by a spike.

"Not only is the strength stronger, but even the arrogance and arrogance also make the other party feel ashamed. After the defeat, Lanster’s arrogance was wiped out completely, and he was completely infatuated with the guy, since he became a errand brother ."

That rascal? Does the old drunkard call her summoner that way? It seems that the relationship is not simple.

As for the remarks just now, I can guess even if the old drunkard didn't say it. Lanster traded with me several times to make me change the old drunkard back to the wine-red demon of the past. None of these actions can see his deep Fascinated and admired the powerful and arrogant figure that defeated him in the past.

But this way, it is even more wrong.

"Since Red... Lanster is obsessed with the burgundy demon, so he should be more able to see the difference between you and her?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet. The next words are the value." The old drunkard narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"I didn’t see it with my own eyes, you absolutely don’t believe that the boy Lanster, since he was defeated, when he was a younger brother, although he was still as proud and proud as others, but in front of that guy, it became completely The innocent little boy didn’t even have the courage to raise his head and take a serious look at the other party. His face would be blushing and scarred when he glanced at the guy."

After a pause, the old drunkard smiled and said: "It happened that the guy was wearing a hooded cape and a wide hat when he was challenged alone, and he did not let our innocent little boy witness the true face. ."

"But when fighting, the cloak hat should always fall." I have new questions.

"Lanster...I didn't even have the strength to get the guy to take off his hat. He lost one stroke and was stepped on his feet." The old drunkard who was drinking, explained lightly.

I:"……"

Although I expected a huge gap in strength, I did not expect it to be so. Red B Xianbei, you are really pitiful. It seems that you should be the best fitter for this title.

"However, even without knowing what the other party looks like, it's incredible to be obsessed with a lifetime."

"There is nothing incredible, that kind of power, that kind of arrogance, that kind of majestic, even if you don't need to look, it can make people fascinated, especially for the guy like Lanster."

"Unexpectedly, your evaluation of your summoner is so high."

"Huh, I'm just telling the truth." The old drunkard pouted.

"And, besides these advantages, that guy is useless."

I automatically filtered the sour words and hurriedly memorized those messages in my mind.

It’s rare that the old drunkard didn’t lie to me once. This information is really too good. The former innocent little boy, now the cold-faced black man, old drunkard does not say, who can imagine, red B children’s shoes, you I have grasped the handle, ha ha ha!

"Coming back to business."

Launched my special talents to remember the powerful functions of the little virgin. After memorizing all the information, I was right.

No matter how eye-popping it is, the past of Red B children's shoes is nothing but additional information.

Summoner of the old drunkard. Where is that burgundy demon now? What's involved with Selna? This is what I care about most.

It stands to reason. The summoned Valkyrie cannot be too far away from the summoner, but the skills are not optimized and improved. Just like me, I ran to the second world myself, it was not the same that I could leave Xiaoxue next to them, maybe the wine-red demon also had Similar means.

The problem is that the demon, who is said to be alone and domineering, threw the old drunkard who was a Valkyrie into the camp. I haven't heard it for decades.

Could it be that the old drunkard was decadent, sad, and surrendered. It is possible that, after all, he was abandoned by his master.

"Wine-red demon... what's going on now, where is it?" After some thought in my heart. I asked carefully, and immediately raised my ears, waiting for the next one, which made people look forward to the answer.

"That guy..." The wine jar in his hand slowly fell, and the old drunkard burped.

"That guy. Already dead."

"Oh, that's what it is, already dead."

I nodded my head, keeping this amazing news in my head.

Turns out... it's dead.

Not right **** ————! ! ! !

It's not that the news is not amazing, but it's too amazing. The burgundy demon, the woman who was rendered so powerful, was just like this... just died so lightly?

"I... I said, just as if you had a deep grudge between you and your summoner, there is no need to curse each other like this." I twitched the corner of my mouth with a look of disbelief.

"There is no curse, no hatred, and the main thing is that there is no benefit in deceiving you. The guy is dead and already dead."

Looking at the complex and lonely look of the old drunkard, I began to believe.

"Your caller is dead, why do you still..."

"Yeah, why am I still alive? I don’t know. Maybe I’m special. From the moment I’m summoned, I have my own consciousness, and I can’t explain why your ghost wolves can mutate. Also, that guy, the level of demon will not be much weaker than you."

After looking at me, the old drunkard seemed to compare in his heart, and then said later.

"Well, to be honest, the guy is strong enough, but it seems that you are a little more perverted than her."

Speaking of this, she laughed: "This may be the reason why Lanster's kid always looks at you, because in his heart, that guy is the strongest, and now, you are even more powerful than that guy. some."

"Is it?" I was very honored. I didn't expect that I could compare it with the wine red demon, and it was even better than the other. In this way, I might not have given myself a similar nickname, uh... The crimson demon (stupid) is ready.

Who--! ! Who arbitrarily added mystery to me, bastard! ! !

"Well, let's not say why your caller is dead, but you can still jump around alive... Well, believe you for the time being and think that the wine-red demon is dead." I pressed the temple hard, thinking How to ask.

"What happened at that time, and how did your caller die? Who can kill her?"

"You are too worthy of that guy, although I admit that her talent is not as ridiculous as she is more than Tarasha, but her age is there. At that time, she was just getting to the world. It’s just high-level strength."

"Uh……"

[But it is] the power of the world is high? Your sister is much stronger than me now.

"How old?" I asked more badly.

"I don't remember much. It looks like sixty or seventy."

"Oh." I suddenly found a psychological balance. I was in my thirties. When I was sixty or seventy, how could I mix the power of the world?

However, you can also see that the wine-red demon is powerful. Carlos and Seattle are about the same age now, at most they are less than ten years old, but the two of them are only in the realm, it is estimated to be the same as Lance at the time. Very similar, although they are rare geniuses for thousands of years, but in front of the evil geniuses, they still have to burst into tears.

"What happened at that time?" After I thought about it, I continued to ask.

"That incident has been taboo until now~www.ltnovel.com~ Not many people know that a hundred years ago, it almost caused a disaster."

The old drunkard looked back, but when I listened to her ears, she shook her head.

"In fact, I don't know the whole process."

"Then tell what you know." I angrily lifted the table.

"At that time, the Four Demon Kings planned a conspiracy, and the Alliance of the Fallen participated in it. The Alliance was not guarded for a while. The Alliance of the Fallen was close to the Stone of the World, leaving a flaw in the Stone of the World. Hell opened a door to the second world."

The old drunkard said... It's better to say that her tone is like studying, no details are said at all, how exactly the Four Demon Kings colluded with the Fallen Alliance, and how did the Fallen Alliance approach the World Stone, How to leave a flaw on it, let the door of the connection open.

(To be continued)