Diablo Destruction

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"Lao Mu, you have worked hard all these years."

I don’t know when the elder elder has come over, patting on the shoulder of the dwarf king who is kneeling in the pit with tears.

Perhaps, Muradin’s behavior of giving up his talents and talents and taking up his duties is often seen in the human world, but for a dwarf, it is commendable. This alone is enough for people to produce admire.

"No way, there is no best of both worlds in this world."

Muradin wiped his tears, and more and more dwarf warriors came over. He could not cry, and he must maintain the basic dignity of the king.

"This giant door, what should I do?"

I stared blankly upright in front of myself, full of blood-red **** doors thousands of meters high, and felt my insignificance deeply.

"It should be Ainarisi forcibly fuse the last few gates of **** together, as long as it is destroyed, the war is over." The elder stared at the gate of **** and said.

"Yeah. It's over. It's finally over."

Muradin murmured absently. but. How many things are lost forever in this war? A war. Perhaps it cannot be ended. It hurts. Will stay in my heart forever.

Just when I want to step into the gate of hell. Smash the magic circle inside. When you start another piece of gemstone. The whole world suddenly began to shake.

"How is this going?"

I barely stood firm on the ground. Looking suspiciously to the elder in the eye. I just feel that the whole world is shaking.

"Not good. The gates of **** have changed."

The elder's face suddenly changed, shouting at the huge gate of hell, and looking down his hand, the huge blood-red vortex in front of him was undulating and twisting like a wave, as if it would burst at any time.

"Leave here first."

The elder immediately decided to help Muradin, who had fallen into a state of weakness due to the use of transformation, and took a large group of dwarf warriors to leave in a strong earthquake. He could not care about his own image.

We finally ran out more than ten kilometers away, and felt the ground vibration was weak, so we stopped and looked back at the gate of hell.

The gate of **** at this time has been twisted more than before, just like the shadow originally reflected on the calm water surface. Suddenly, the surface of the water set off a big wave, twisted, scattered, merged, dissolved, every moment is changing, has been completely Can't see the swirling **** gate.

"Probably because Ainaris forcibly merged several **** gates, which was originally unstable, and then interfered by the energy of the dwarf energy cannon, mutated, and finally suppressed by Ainaris, so began to fall apart. ."

The elder stared at the ever-changing gate of **** and judged calmly.

"What will it become in the end?"

Ainarisi, the designer of the magic circle, is dead, and the elder is most familiar with the situation in front of him.

"There are two results, one is to split back to the original gate of hell, and the other is to cause a big bang, and the entire gate of **** disappears completely."

The elder's eyes did not leave the gate of collapsed **** for a moment, and he said slowly, as he could hear from his tone, the second result was undoubtedly the most reassuring.

Explode, explode, a hundred, I watched the change of the gates of Hell intently, murmured silently in my heart.

At this moment, the gate of **** produced a great change, like ice melted into water, slowly dissolved and paralyzed, and suddenly burst out a fierce red light, turning into a few red light flashes, rushing towards the God Penalty Mountain To the ground.

"No, it's still split." The elder changed his face and shook his head and sighed.

"But these **** gates don't have the support of the magic circle, they shouldn't last long."

"Shouldn't it just fall into your village." I looked at the direction of the red light, and asked without worry.

"Look at the height and speed of those red lights, it should not fall on our heads, then..." The Great Elder Zhiwu gave me a glance.

"It is possible to fall to the other side of the desperate plain, that is, the vicinity of your fortress."

I rely! !

"Don’t worry, it’s impossible for you to happen to just fall into your group of fortresses, with the defensive ability of the group of fortresses. Although it is not as good as our dwarf king city, but it is absolutely no problem to deal with the monsters of the gates of hell. .

"

Seeing my anxious expression, the elder could not help comforting.

"Although this is true, but... Great Elder, things are done here. Please allow me to go back to the group of demon fortresses first."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for his answer and turned away.

When the elders and their figures disappeared behind me, I transformed into a deer spirit, hurriedly rushed towards the direction of the group of demons, ran for a whole day, and finally entered the adventurer's training area. I did not hesitate to cancel the change The body, a scroll back to the city, has disappeared into the vast desperate plains.

After coming out of the teleportation station, I looked at the faces of the mages and guards near the teleportation station for the first time, and found that they were normal, and I was relieved.

I just took it at a glance, didn't look carefully, and now I look at it again, only to find that the mage in charge of the transfer station is still the unlucky mage. He saw my eyes and looked at him, and his face was almost squeezed out of bitter water.

"What a coincidence, why are you again." I greeted each other politely.

"Yes, it's my pleasure to meet adults again." The unlucky mage humbly saluted, secretly adding two words at the end of what he said-that's strange!

I don’t know if the mage who has acquired the Tucao skill and the skill level is one for my own reasons. I am thinking about something in my heart.

"Right, has anything happened in the past few days?"

"If the adults asked this, something happened. When I heard that yesterday, there were a few suddenly appeared in the deep grasslands of the suburbs.

At the gate, a large number of monsters poured out, almost defeating the adventurer's defense line. With the efforts of the adults, most people still withdrew all the demon fortresses. It is said that four or five adventurers died. "

The mage gave me a careful look. He knew my identity. Four or five adventurers sacrificed. It was a common thing in Camp Roger, but it was no longer a trivial matter in the Fortress of Demons.

The mage felt that his narrative was too plain, but because of the different systems, the sacrifice of four or five adventurers could not touch his feelings too much.

"Well, how are those monsters now?"

I sighed slightly, although the gate of **** did not appear in the group of fortresses, but it was just in time for hunting activities, how should I describe it, unfortunately in luck? Lucky in the unlucky?

"Those monsters are still surrounding the fortress, but there are already mage and Amazon slowly cleaning up. I heard that the inside of the monster has also begun to split, killing each other, and it will be fine soon."

Seeing that I didn't pursue it, the Master was relieved and responded quickly.

"Well, so, you have worked hard." I patted the mage's shoulder, and then quickly ran to the fortress gate.

Looking down from above the Demon Fortress, there are indeed tens of thousands of monsters that will block the natural stone stairs leading to the outskirts of the prairie. The mage and Amazon standing next to me are continually relaxing Magic and arrows shoot down, it is almost the same as the brush experience, and between monsters, from time to time, you can see a scene of mutual rolling.

"Gerson, Gerson, Oscar guy, this kind of excitement, he has no reason to put a foot together."

I looked around, and there was no Oscar figure. I thought that the mage had said that four or five adventurers had sacrificed, and my heart was tight. The secret road would not be so coincident, so I quickly asked a familiar mage next to me.

"Brother Wu, when will you be back? You ask the boss of Oscar? He doesn't seem to be in a good mood, now he is nestled in Bloody Mary."

Thousands of meters above the sky, standing outside the fortress walls, and blowing in the wind, the mage had to raise his voice and say aloud.

It turned out to be the case. I felt a little calm in my heart, but wondered if the wild monkey Oscar would also be in a bad mood. Could it be that Muradin was infected and fell into a low life?

Seeing that there will not be any major accidents here, I turned back and ran towards the direction of Bloody Mary, opened the bar door, and a dark and decadent atmosphere rushed towards me. Look inside, there are not many adventurers, each in twos and threes For pleasure, it was much quieter than usual.

After turning around the bar, I finally saw Oscar's back in a corner. He was lying on the table, holding a glass of ale slanting in his hand. The golden liquor flowed out from the mouth of the glass and overflowed. The table top also soaked his chest and face lying on the table.

He now looks like a drunk man who has been drunk with unconsciousness. It seems that this low life is not a normal low life.

"I said Brother Oscar, what's wrong with you, just say it without dying."

I sat across from him and pushed Oscar amusedly, and then he slowly raised his head, but his face surprised me. The head was usually smooth and the chin had grown a little scum, although the cheeks were not thin, but some hair Qing, especially those eyes, has no glory, like a person who has lost the vitality of life.

Even if I was deceived and drank two bottles of energy potions last time, his appearance was only physical haggard, and his spirit was still very good, like a wild monkey, but this time, it was obviously mental haggard.

"I said, man, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, I smiled on the face and asked seriously.

Oscar lifted his dim and murky eyes and glanced at me, as if he had thought of something. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, but his head was still lowered, and he spit out a word for a long time.

"Lord him, dead..."

"what?!"

I didn't understand it myself. Did I not understand what Oscar said, or did I not understand what Oscar said for a while? I repeated the question silly, and the expression on my face suddenly stiffened.

"Rhode..."

My brain swelled a little, and I stammered, but I couldn't say the last two words.

Oscar nodded sadly, pouring a bit of ale in the glass, but drinking it too quickly, choked his throat, leaned over and coughed loudly.

"How is this possible?"

I hugged my head and whispered incredulously. I couldn't help recalling the mournful back of the thin, always surrounded by children, and the skeleton wife standing beside him silently.

Although Rhode and I only met a few times, no doubt he impressed me for the first time. It is the first time that such a familiar person has passed away from me, so I can still maintain my ordinary heart.

"With his character, he shouldn't participate in hunting activities. How could he die?"

I’m still a little unbelievable. I hope that Oscar is just worrying about the world. Rod, he shouldn’t be going to participate in hunting activities. How can a powerful necromancer die for no reason?

"Several gates of **** appeared during the hunting event yesterday, and many monsters poured out from the inside. Our defense line couldn't take it all at once, and there were many civilian children behind us. Rhode retreated in order to protect those children... "

Speaking here with a crying voice, Oscar's iron-clad man's tears ran down from his blushing eyes, took the wine glass in his hand and poured it into his mouth, no matter how much wine was dripping inside.

"Waiter, waiter, bring the wine!!"

He patted the table vigorously, and there were cracks in the hard wooden tables that were several inches thick, which led the adventurers in the distance to look sideways. At first glance, it was Oscar, and he quickly turned back.

The waitress in a graceful manner, with a panicked expression, put a large glass of ale on the table, and then flew away, a crazy adventurer,

Weak civilians are no safer than a tiger.

For a while, the entire remote corner was left with Oscar's gulp of the ale, and the atmosphere fell into a sad silence.

"Yes... yes, his wife?"

I added Tim bitter lips, and finally asked with a peristaltic lip, but knew that I asked another nonsense, as the summoner Rod was dead, then his skeleton wife was justified.

I didn't expect that it was just a question that didn't need to be answered. It was like a certain switch was turned on. The Oscar in the mouth of the ale was poured into the mouth. The tilted glass stayed at the corner of the mouth, and the ale poured on itself. I didn't even notice it.

"I'm sorry Rod, I'm sorry Stebeiro, I'm sorry they."

Without warning, a large string of tears flowed out of Oscar's red eyes. He suddenly madly swept the entire tabletop thing and hugged his head hard against the tabletop.

Oscar, it really has something to do with Rod, and even his wife Stibello. I secretly sighed, and made a color to the other adventurers in the bar. They nodded understandingly, and other terrified The waiter left together,

Which adventurer did not feel sad in the past, which adventurer did not have a painful rung, and left and died, they have experienced too much, so they have responsibility in their hearts, so they let the waves go.

Soon, the whole bar was only Oscar and I. Even if Oscar took down the whole bar, there would be no major problems.

Fortunately, Oscar was still strong, but just a moment of madness, upset several tables and chairs around, then stopped, sitting on the ground, and murmured in a loss of eyes.

"Brother, if you don't mind, how can you tell me?"

Seeing Oscar quiet down, I sat across from him and asked cross-legged that he needed a vent. I think he would be willing to tell me something.

Sure enough, Oscar murmured and raised his head, his eyes regained some consciousness, but his tall and strong body was hanging down alive, inexhaustibly pale.

"Me and Rod, who met in training camp, were already very good friends." He began to mumble, his eyes revealing the empty memory.

"At that time, we had made an appointment with a few good friends. After being promoted, we formed an adventure squad and stab the **** together..."

Oscar suddenly hugged his head again, shaking in pain, and said intermittently.

"Rod got married a few years ago, and his wife, Stibello, is a very good girl, and often brings us some delicious food. We all envy this guy, who married so well. 'S wife...

Stibello was pregnant with Rod's child. One day, her father in the small village of Zieg was sick. Stibello wanted to go back to visit. At that time, Rod had a crucial course in the training camp, so please send me Stebe Lu took a trip, but then...

Later, halfway through, we met a few hard-skinned mice. At the time, I hadn’t changed jobs. It was okay to deal with one hard-skinned mouse, but there were five at the same time, and there were Stibello beside me, so I Immediately picked up Stibello and ran back, and ran back to Camp Roger. I thought it was safe, so I put down Stibello, but she fell straight down, with a long thorn in her chest, she was pregnant It's been eight months..."

Oscar couldn't cry, and from time to time he uttered a painful cry in his choked words, and the entire upper body fell prostrate on the ground.

"I hate it. Five hard-skinned mice, just five hard-skinned mice. Now I can kill with only one finger, but it makes us suffer for a lifetime. Every night, I dream of Stebero warmly. Blood, the feeling of sticking to the back, I'm sorry Rod, didn't keep his promise, and guarded Stibello. If I chose to let Stibello run first and drag the five hard-skinned mice, it wouldn't be all that. It will happen."

Sitting on the ground, I was stunned for a while before tapping Oscar on the ground.

"Brother, don't be sad, this is not entirely your fault. If I were asked to choose, I would make the same choice as you."

With the strength of Oscar’s unpromotion at the time, it was undoubtedly the best choice to escape with Stibello. If Stibello was allowed to run alone, he dragged the hard skin mouse, and the hard skin mouse was a long-range attack. How can a barbarian who has not changed his job delay time? I was afraid that it would be shot into a honeycomb in a few moments, and the rest of Stibello, a pregnant woman in August, was in the wild mountains and wilderness.

However, perhaps Oscar is not completely wrong. If he can calm down a little at the time and think of the danger of stubbing her back on her back, instead of holding her in front, it may not be a problem.

But who knows when that needle **** penetrated into Stibello's chest? Perhaps it was the moment when Oscar took Stibello and turned away. At that time, it was too late to carry or hold. If he held it, it was just a step ahead of knowing that she was dying.

Many things can't be clarified, it can only be said that God's will is fooled.

If I am Rod and Stibello is Velas, I might... No, I will be crazy to choose to die with Oscar. Rod’s love for Stibello is no better than my love for Veras How much less, he did not do it, it is enough to prove the friendship between the two people, and his heart and mind.

What happened next, I can already guess. Stibello probably still had a breath at the time, and he met the last one with Rod, and he stroked the fetus in his belly to relieve Rod and said Luo What Germany said to me that day.

—Rod, my dear, don’t be sad. Look, all the children here, all the children in this continent are our children, we are happy, you have to treat them well, protect them...

This sentence directly caused Rod to do what he is doing now, and at the moment the defense line broke through, he stood up and protected the children there.

Although Luo

How can you forgive him if you find Oscar desperately? Since then, it is a stranger, Oscar has a shame in his heart, so he has been avoiding him, and Rod has turned from a wizard to a necromancer career, and finally "resurrected" Stibello...

"Dude, if I were Rhodes, I would not forgive you, but listen to me, this is really not your fault, no matter who it is, then you will make the same choice as you, this **** fate, Just playing with us."

My words didn't help much. Oscar kept hitting the ground with his fists. The solid smooth hardwood bar floor was completely cracked and gurgling blood flowed from his fingers.

"But God gave me another chance, but I still didn't protect Stebeluo and Rhodes, I could only watch them fall down in front of me, people like me, there was no Qualified as a man, trash, coward, jerk..."

With that said, Oscar suddenly knocked his head crazy like crazy. Every punch was exhausted, and made a thumping sound. If he allowed him to go on like this, he would not be beaten to death, but also have a third-level brain disability.

"Calm down, man, tell me what happened first?"

I quickly hugged his hand tightly, and hey, the barbarian's strength is great.

Oscar lifted his big face from the ground, tears covered with dust from the floor, flowing out of his colorless pupil, mixed with the snot on his nose, and the whole face was screaming.

In turn, he grabbed my hand tightly, shook it desperately, and shouted loudly.

"Did you know? Did you know? Stebero is actually still alive, her soul has been silently guarding Rod!!"

He seemed to find a catharsis, and said what happened yesterday as a pour.

As usual, there are still many adventurers participating in the hunting activities unique to the group of demons. Those children are standing on the line of defense as usual, watching the ugly monsters rushing towards this side, talking about themselves loudly What kind of career will be in the future.

However, at the moment when the hunting activity was most intense, **** came, and behind the distant army of monsters, several blood-stained mouths suddenly opened, and a large number of monsters poured out from the inside. The adventurer was only covered for a moment, and was punished. The number of monsters has multiplied by several times, and there are many advanced long-range monsters such as Destruction Knights that can only be encountered in the area of ​​the City of God's Punishment.

The sturdy defense line became precarious in an instant. Fortunately, adventurers are experienced people. While they are under great pressure, they retreat. As long as they return to the group of fortresses, even if there are hundreds of times more monsters, they are not afraid of it. .

However, they can evacuate safely, but those civilians who live here cannot, especially the few children who are still on the defense line.

Rod appeared, he used the bone wall to fight for a little time, saved the children, and then stood on the high line of defense, like a beautiful posture music conductor, using his skills, like art Manipulate all monsters in that area.

The Necromancer was originally an artist who manipulated the battlefield, and Rhode used his strengths to the fullest. He even guarded a large area with only one person, almost letting those adventurers who were busy retreating. Eyes, when did the Necromancer appear in the Fortress of Mass Demon?

Not far from Oscar, seeing that Rod was actually holding a whole area alone, and he didn't care about the relationship between the two people who was like a stranger. He quickly rushed to open a blood path and rushed up to join him.

While using the bone wall and various cursing skills to manipulate the battlefield, Rhode's eyes flickered to the few children who had been rescued by himself and had stepped into a safe area.

The gentle polar smile, just like the father saw his child safe and sound, the gruesome Necromancer showed such a smile, which is more like a peony blooming in winter, which is touching.

Then, he did not find out that hundreds of Doom Knights had been mixed in the Doom Knights, and quietly approached him. Then, hundreds of magics bloomed and shrouded him.

At this moment, Rhode's face, illuminated by magical brilliance, without any panic and fear, still maintained a smile, his eyes showing a tired and relieved expression, his lips muttered, if he knew how to read lips, he would know what he said if.

—It’s so tiring, I’m here to see you, Stibello.

"Do not!!"

Oscar reached out and tried to grasp the distant back. He was more than one hundred meters away from Rhodes. This one hundred meters is the distance between life and death.

An unexpected scene happened, standing next to Rod, his wife Stibello-in fact, everyone knows that the skeleton has no soul, Rhode did this, it was just self-deception, maybe even Luo De thinks so.

However, it was this skeleton that was considered to have no soul, and suddenly he moved himself, blocking him in front of Rhode, and hundreds of energy bombs landed on its fragile bones.

"Ca---"

Time seemed to be slowed down. A crystal skull, with the explosion bouncing high in the air, slowly turned over in Rod's dull eyes, and fell on Rod's hand.

Rhode looked at the skull in his hand, his upper teeth biting his lower teeth. If flesh and blood were added, it might be an implicit smile gently biting his lower lip. Rod clearly remembered that the beautiful Stebello, Always countless times, countless times to show such a smile to yourself.

His dry and lost pupil suddenly became uncontrollably wet, and at this moment, he understood that Stibello was not dead. She had been watching her tenderly, and ridiculously she thought from time to time that this skeleton was just I'm deceiving myself.

He finally figured out a problem that had been circling in his heart for a long time. When Stebelu was still missing, the last sentence left with a gentle smile, even after using all her strength, she could only shake Pale lips, even if Rhode put her ear to her mouth, she didn't hear what she was going to say in the end. This has always been the biggest knot in Rhode's heart.

Now, Rod finally heard, regret

The water slipped from his face and dripped onto Stebello's skull.

Honey, I will... keep protecting you.

However, it was too late.

Suddenly, Rhode suddenly hugged the skull in his arms and roared loudly. The cry of despair and anger was even more fierce than hell. It even overshadowed the fighting sound of the battlefield, and all monsters couldn't help showing a look of fear.

He looked at the monster beneath his face with a terrible face, his dry body suddenly swelled strangely like an irregular balloon.

Necromancer's second-order skill [corpse explosion] is to use the remaining life energy of the dead to cause an explosion. The more vigorous the life of the dead, the more life energy will remain after death, and the power of the explosion will be stronger. .

It is a pity that no matter how the Necromancer researches, it is impossible to improve [corpse explosion] to detonate the life energy of the earth, because these life energies have a master and are not controlled by their skills. This is across the necromancer. The huge barrier in front of the mage.

However, although the research failed, it did not prevent the crazy Necromancer from studying to another extreme. Even if other people’s lives are mastered and not controlled by their own skills, then their own lives can always be controlled by themselves.

So, based on this research, the famous second-order Necromancer's second-order [corpse explosion] skill improvement-self-explosive, has become a frightening existence. A trace of life energy left after life can make the body explode. It exerts great power. So, what power can the Necromancer's abundant life energy generate?

The adventurers of the Mass Demon Fortress, today saw the power of the fifth-order Necromancer to explode. Between heaven and earth, a huge shock wave rushed toward the monster in the direction of Rhodes. Where the shock wave passed, the monster was destroyed. The ground cracked, forming a huge gap that was hundreds of meters wide and stretched deep into the prairie.

The adventurers within a kilometer around were also scraped off by the impact of this shock wave. This is Rod's consciousness to guide the power to the monsters in front, otherwise these adventurers will not just be scraped off.

Later, according to the statistics of adventurers, this self-explosion alone wiped out tens of thousands of monsters. If it were not for this reason, the casualties of adventurers were definitely more than four or five.

Rod was not dead, he only had the upper body above the chest, half of his head was gone, his left hand was gone, and his right hand was still holding the skull tightly. Nevertheless, with the strong vitality of the transferee, special It was Necromancer's understanding and research on life. He still kept a breath and was dragged back by Oscar who was rushed up again.

Then, there were only a few words left.

"Oscar, I hate, hate why you didn’t protect Stibello at that time, I hate, hate Stibello obviously beside me, but refused to tell me, I hate more, why do I hate myself until now come……"

Oscar cried out what Rod said at last, three consecutive words of hatred, as if it included the pain and anger of his life, the heavy one could not breathe, and the sadness made the tears fall involuntarily.

The pain that had been hidden in the heart for a long time was poured out. Although Oscar was still alive, but his eyes had a glorious look, no longer like the one just now, as if he had to pierce the knife into his chest at any time.

"Yes, brother, before he dies, he still entrusts me to give you something."

Just when I was about to leave, Oscar stopped me and handed me a red blood-stained scarf. Then he lay on the ground like a relief and fell asleep. From yesterday until now, his heart has been After suffering, it is already too tired, too tired.

I was holding my scarf absently. Even the assassin Latin came out of the dark corner and gratefully patted my shoulder. I didn't notice it, so I stumbled away and didn't know how I walked back to the hotel. When did you go to sleep, but when you woke up, there were two lines of clear tears on your face.

The next day, I came to Rod’s grave, in a small, unremarkable corner, beside his card, there was another small sign with the word "Stebero" twisted on it, it should be It's from Oscar's handwriting.

Sitting in front of his grave, I said a lot more, Velas, Little Ghost, Sarah, who said to himself, and finally took out a small gold chain, stroking the small spar carefully , The words engraved on it have blurred in my eyes.

I will... keep protecting you.

I don't know how long I kept this position until a burst of footsteps interrupted my thinking. I looked up and saw a few children around ten years old.

They saw me, showing a timid expression, but still slowly walked up, trying to ignore my presence, kneeling in front of Rhode's grave, holding a bouquet of yellowed flowers that were caught by their warm little hands, and placed it in the grave. before.

The bouquet is not pretty, but it is harder and harder to find a flower in the Fortress of Mass Devil than to find a precious ore.

"Uncle Rod..."

A few children started to say something, but I interrupted them suddenly.

"Will you call him Dad?"

Several children looked at me in amazement~www.ltnovel.com~ took the lead and hesitated, then nodded.

"Uncle Rod is better than Dad. We all want to call it like this, just don't know if he wants it or not."

"He will be happy." I smiled.

Listening to what I said, a few children had rejoiced on their faces, re-posed with joy, and clasped their hands in prayer.

"Dad Rhode, listen to me, recently..."

Rhode, if your soul is still alive, you should be very happy. Looking at the happy leaving child, I stood up, patted my butt, and stared at Rhode's card.

Then, taking out the red scarf, gently bringing him and Stibello's cards together, turned and strode away.

Since then, the skinny figure who often played with children on the street, the inseparable skeleton, disappeared forever, replaced by... a barbarian figure.