Diablo Destruction

\"Oh, it seems that the hunting has reached an unexpected big prey. [m]"

　　Like dreams, wake up like dreams, in the halo, Bellil opened his eyes gently, and a lovely smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

　　\"Just like humans say, a big pie falls in the sky, is that right?"

　　Andalier beside her, the flame-like sky rising suddenly and suddenly, this is the moment when she is in a good mood.

　　\"Wait and wait, do you want to swallow such a good thing?"

　　 is darker than the night, and darker than the starry sky is the dark black waterfall, flying high from the ice cave, I don’t know when to return to Azmodan. The giant sword with black shining stone, which was three times her height, was inserted across the height of the ice wall, and sitting on it, a gorgeous armor like a dark cloth was set on her slender and slender body. Wearing a black gold crown, full of beauty and majesty.

　　\"Wait for me, wait for me, my avatar will be over."

　　'S eyes shone with undisguised excitement. Azmodan looked at Andalil with his full gaze.

　　\"Really, it only takes three minutes at most."

　　Andalil apparently took this brash and fierce demon maiden, and then shook his head gently.

\"is it?.

　　 Belil smiled mysteriously. With a voice not seen by the other two demon kings, he whispered softly.

　　\"Don’t underestimate him, it’s not so easy to bite down"

　　\"Boy, come over to me

　　I don't know how many were beaten on the ground by the old drunkard. I stood up and patted the dirt on my body. If nothing is wrong, fart turn around and run.

　　\"Don’t you come over here?".

　　 At the next moment, the head and the sole touched. Once again stepped on the ground by the familiar force.

　　\"No, that, I’m going to get wine

　　 stood up, and I used a mechanical tone to talk casually.

　　\"Really?"

　　 The long-time confrontation, as a momentary peep, Roger, the third throne of her second throne. Even if the old woman who loves alcohol is hearing the word wine in my mouth, she will not lose her judgment immediately.

\"Yes."

No deception, I really intend to go home and take out the one-month brewed wine from that altar for hard work, my old drunkard, as for what materials are used for soaking, 　　 this, you must understand that I am a brewer For beginners, even if you do something wrong, you can be forgiven. Anyway, the tasting wine tasting is also an old drunkard. You shouldn’t die, probably.

　　If I had to use something to describe it, this altar, along with Princess Sanwu and Little Ghost, based on an ancient brewing recipe that Princess Sanwu found in the mezzanine of a book about the undead and the curse.

　　You heard it right, it's an ancient recipe. According to the judgment of Princess Sanwu, if this recipe is placed in the original world, the date can be traced back to the time when the Dingdong people appeared. It is very powerful. As for why it appears in the books of Undead and Curses. We judge 　　 this should be done by an alternative alcoholic necromancer.

Therefore, according to the incomplete and ambiguous records above, we began to look for the materials above separately.Of course, even the ancient formulas, there must be many materials that have not been found, but it does not matter. The road is out of people, there will always be The solution is to replace it with something similar in color or taste.

　　If it doesn't work, just use salt, sugar, chili powder or whatever. Do you think that Vera Si often hangs the words that salt is the master of all kinds of things? We believe that they must be able to replace materials that are unheard of by even Sanwu Princess.

　　 So, after collecting materials for an afternoon, three nights later, the dark shadows of the three shadow shadow brains could only see clearly the shadows of people shaking. Get together and separate the materials you have collected. No one knows what the other party has collected. One by one into the jar, as for the completion of this pot of dark dishes, "No, cough, is a peerless wine brewed by the ancient recipe.

Even if you open the jar and see that black gas comes out, or if there are any animal corpses floating on it, don't be surprised, because this is a peerless wine brewed from an ancient recipe, because some materials are replaced, I allow everyone to be behind the name Add a bracket and pseudo bracket!

　　\"Yes, the ancient formula brewed into a peerless wine."

　　I solemnly said to the old drunkard that there was no trace of falseness in his eyes.

　　\"Always feel like you have added something after the name."

　　Always a keen old drunkard in a place where he should not be keen, looking at me suspiciously.

　　\"You are suspicious."

　　 I thumbs up and responded with a sunny smile.

　　All in all, the old drunkard just believed once, and gave her her baby hip flask to me, let me go back quickly.

　　\"Wouldn't you like to learn that stinky girl, smash my hip flask, know what will happen if you do this?".

Before she left, she was like those who let bully students go home to get money and warn you whether you want to tell your parents to know what the consequences will be. ring.

　　\"You can rest assured that if this hip flask is broken, I will compensate you two."

　　 smiled with sunshine and promised to the old drunkard, turned around, my smile was immediately shrouded in darkness.

　　\"Well, it’s okay, your kid stuffed fruit in the material. This is a failure. I hate things that are not pure."

　　 The old drunkard unconsciously opened the lid of the hip flask and smelled it, then used what he looked like

　　\"Don’t put fruit in next time."

　　 You haven't come next time. I already knew she would do it. I nodded and said secretly in my heart. (network)

　　 I did some tricks in the hip flask. What the old drunkard smells now is just that I used the Elves and Kurast and camp features to mix them together, er 　　 because the inspiration came from cocktails. So just call pig head wine.

　　 The true connotation. under.

　　In my disappointed eyes, the old drunkard didn't speak immediately, but told me a lot of wine knowledge on a whim, and then put the jug on the ground.　　\"I said boy, you have become weaker these years."

\"Uh?"

　　 The head was dazzled by the knowledge of her smallpox, and I looked up at her in confusion. Is the volume of wine weakening?

　　\"Is that your blood bear transformed? Learn to bear transformed."

　　 with a spear in hand, the old drunkard kept piercing my forehead with the gun tail.

\"Oh, I see."

　　I was nodded by the enlightenment: \"Yeah, the years are not forgiving. Recently, you have also grown old, and the old man is stinky."

\"what did you say?!!"

　　\"I want to ran you!!"

　　 We glared like a cockfight, and then crackled, and the result was naturally...

\"From the ordinary level to the state of mind, and then from the state of mind to the pseudo realm, and now it is infinitely close to the realm. Please give me your rusty brain to think about how many people can make this progress. Also say that I am weak Isn't it too kind?!"

　　 Four feet up to the ground, I raised my head like a pig and protested loudly.

　　\"No, I mean," the old drunkard scratched his head helplessly.

　　\"You also remember, when the first blood bear turned, I played with you."

　　\"Sorry, I don’t remember at all."

　　I whispered, and I was completely violent at that time, and I had no memory at all.

　　\"Cut, really useless guy."

　　 The eyes of the old drunkard became as cold as watching maggots.

　　\"You look for someone who can still live like me after being completely violent?" I looked back to look at the trash of the universe.

　　\"All in all, your strength is indeed improved, I do not deny this."

　　The old drunkard who was in the language, entered the subject casually.

　　\"However, it is a fact that you became weak. At that time, although you were weak, you were able to put pressure on me. Of course, there was just a little bit of pressure. "

　　The old drunkard shook his index finger, and the contempt was overwhelming.

　　\"What do you mean?"

　　I don’t feel like the old drunkard is fooling myself. I have a straight face. In fact, when I turned into a blood bear, I often had a vague feeling. There is a sense of incongruity, what is forgotten. What is missing, what is escaping.

I know, it's an awkward transition from a wild tiger to a zoo tiger, but there is no way, I don't want to hunt, I don't want to bite the throat of the prey alive, licking the net that spouts from the broken throat and flows from the heart The blood that has gone through, does not want to tear the fur with his mouth, and chews the intestines entrails with the hot cells in it.

　　\"I’m not saying that it’s not good, just how to say it, I feel wasted, oh wow, what am I talking about, if the old fox knows it is surely finished."

　　The old drunkard said, and suddenly he humbled his head in self-satisfaction and raised his head suddenly. Looking at me dead.

　　\"Anyway, the words have been exported anyway. Listen, boy, this is not from the perspective of an instructor. An elder, tell you these words. But"

　　 flashed a flash of violent memories. She said word by word: "Instead, the advice of a predecessor who escaped from the dead man countless times."

　　\"When you think it is necessary, just recall, what is the essence of the blood bear? I think you must know better than anything in your heart, remember,"

Lightly tapped my gun handle on my head three times, her sulky eyes suddenly became terrifyingly deep, and the wind blew that wine-red short and cloak, and the isolated temperament of the world The integration seems to take me to a strange world full of blood, loneliness and decadence.

　　\"Remember, don’t worry about anything at that time, because there is nothing more terrible than losing your life."

　　 There was a snap and the spear was crushed.

　　\"Although it is the last killer copper, but when it is really necessary, it may not be useful, ah ha ha ha"

　　 smirked arrogantly, and the old drunkard suddenly picked up the jug on the ground and poured a sip into his mouth.

　　\"痛　　"

　　 hadn't finished speaking, her body was like a fish in the water when it was shocked by high voltage, twitched violently several times, and turned over with a thump. White belly.

　　 Seeing the body in front of me, I wiped a tear silently.

　　 What a good teacher, even at the last minute. Also use my life to light up my progress

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　　 eyes were dark, and a vortex of time and space appeared around the sky, which constantly involved me.

　　Where is this?

　　 opened his eyes and filled the eyes with green baskets. Along with the beautiful sweet fragrance of crisp and sweet birdsong and unspeakable name.

　　\"Think of me

　　Gallon, the hairy fairy, sat on a large wooden pier that had become his throne, spitting saliva at me while drinking noodle soup.

　　 You were the one who sold ramen at most, and his wife ran away with the owner of the biscuits shop on the opposite side ten years ago.

　　The first time after I figured out the situation, I vomited.

The old man in the memory is still as coquettish as ever. He looks like drinking noodle soup on the stump with his trousers curled up, and the earthy face covered with wrinkles on his face." Second life was poverty in the sixties and seventies after the liberation The classic image of a peasant. If you want to open the Zhang Zhao to take part in the competition, mark the uncle peasant, four big characters, a few ridges of dry land behind him, an old cow, you can definitely win the prize, maybe some years later. Posted in the History Museum, it became the representative of the image of the peasants during the liberation era.

　　 As for the leg hair that flutters in the wind like a kelp. It is even more doubtful that the old man's vitality. Maybe one third of these leg hairs are taken up as fertilizer.

\"one more bowl."

　　 had a fun with the noodle soup, and the result immediately spewed out again. The old man of Gallon handed the bowl to the little ghost.

　　\"Why does this make sense!".

　　 After the film holder. I took the big bowl and looked at the noodle soup, which was still light and had few noodles. The old man of Gallon finally became intolerable and took the case.

　　\"Tell you how many times, like fish and water, cow and grass, knight with goat, guy with no leg hair is not human, this bowl of noodle soup one!!"

Do not! Absolutely it doesn't matter, the latter two metaphors have absolutely no logic at all, right bastard! !

　　\"This bowl of noodle soup 　　!!"

　　 As if crying from the soul, Gallon looked at the ghost with a tearful face that was lighter than the clear soup in the bowl.

\"Make sure to add some salt to me!!! If you don’t have any sugar!!! Even if there are a few caterpillars!!! It’s a little meaty, please. The noble and beautiful omnipotent Alice! "

　　 He held the noodles high and knelt down religiously.

　　How to say, it is really an old man who is easily satisfied to make people feel pitiful.

　　\"It's such a demanding guy."

　　It was probably a pitiful misfortune for the old man of Gallon, which calmed the little ghost and wrinkled his nose. Impatiently took the sea bowl and drifted toward the kitchen.

　　\"If you can, add something you like to eat."

　　 Old man Gallon probably thought that the ghost was a saint of the previous generation. That must be a noble treatment. Even the mouthwash before the meal was a bird's nest shark's fin soup.

　　Cough, of course, in a sense, the little ghost is indeed nourishing and optimistic. You don't have to look at the value of the food she eats every day, it can be worth the consumption of ten princesses.

　　 But,"

\"Okay. Where did the topic just go? Oh, it’s about the dignity of the warriors, the warriors can be killed, the real warriors, dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood, and dare to challenge the unfair fate, Not driven by power, not fooled by money, not overwhelmed by coercion, just like I was back then,"

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　　 I think a guy who can kneel for the taste of a bowl of noodle soup is not worthy to discuss this issue with me.

　　\"Oh, are you here, really grateful."

　　The old man of Gallon took the sea bowl from the small ghost piously, and saw that there were more wriggling caterpillars floating in the soup noodles. Eyes suddenly moved with tears.

　　\"According to what you mean, it also adds something that the saint likes to eat."

　　 The little ghost looked at the old man gallon with a little curiosity, his eyes were like looking at the little white mouse in the glass box.

　　\"Thanks so much."

　　The old man gallon moved tears, cheering up the noodle soup.　　\"Then I’m welcome."

　　 The grateful old man of Gallon didn't use chopsticks to say that he had no noodles. He lifted the big bowl directly and took a big sip, then kept smashing his mouth and tasting it while muttering.

　　\"Let me see. What does the saint girl usually eat when she eats?"

　　 Then, click.

　　 Yes, a click.

　　 Old man's teeth went to God's report.

　　\"Druid is an expert in life, and the old man Gallon suddenly said seriously.

　　 Hey, what is this God unfolding, isn't it just that this old man has a tooth?

　　 By the way, I remembered that it was indeed the case, not long after the old man gallon bounced his teeth. I still remember very clearly that when he said these words, the more serious his expression, the more powerful his mouth was.

\"Everyone always forgets this. Our Druid is the master of life arcane. We are close to nature and listen to the thriving flowers and trees; feel the throbbing of life jumping at the fingertips, the wind is blowing, the water is flowing, the sunlight Spreading, competition of all things, weak meat and strong food, the existence of every thing has its inevitability, and our Druid is the coordinator of the noble mission given by nature."

　　 Speaking of this, the old man of Gallon frowned, and seemed to think of something uncomfortable, and yelled a few times.

\"Because of this, our Druids respect life and respect nature, so they act low-key, unlike those nefarious necromancers who learn a little fur and show off and profane life. Crowned by those who do not know the truth Scholar of Life Arcane

In my opinion, the Necromancer and the Druid are not superior. They are also studying life arcanes, except that the direction of our druid research is the glory of life, and the Necromancer is studying the death. Going home, one thing is certain. This old man had definitely suffered from Necromancer before.

　　By the way, because I am a cottage-type druid, so the general druid's awe, closeness and understanding of life to nature are not very deep for me who was forcibly placed in the druid profession. It's as if many druids can communicate with plants and animals, and I will only be picked up by the arrogant white sheep raised by Velas from time to time to take a shot of the horns, chrysanthemums and kicks.

　　When I was hungry, holding knives, forks, and spices close to them.

　　Everyone also commented and judged that these Aries are indeed arrogant, right? I just want to borrow something from them.

　　\"So, the death of Necromancer\"! Arcane. The women can collect the residual energy of the soul after death and wield the effect of the public, but our druids also have the arcane art of our druids."

The old man in the gallon was spitting water.At that time, I did not understand it.I thought that the arcane spell in his mouth was the skill of the necromancer to summon skeletons or corpse explosions.Until later, in Harlow After Gaas saw the strength of Necromancer Nerasek, I only knew vaguely what the old man of Gallon said about the mysteries of death, not the skills that the Necromancer showed.

Think about it, even if the old man of Gallon is put in the hot-blooded young man cartoon, it is probably an old guy who can die with one of the four kings under the seat of the final "cough cough," how can the common skills of the necromancer enter his eyes. What?

　　 Even if it was left in the book of the Necromancer found in the tribal temple, it recorded how to gather life energy from the body of the research notes, I am afraid that in the eyes of the old man of Gallon, it is not a deep cheat trick.

　　\"Hey, kid, are you listening to me seriously? It’s good, wait for those words that are not good to hear. If you regret it in the future, don’t blame me.

　　 After eating and drinking the gallon, the voice was full of breath. Of course, the air leakage in the mouth without a tooth was even more severe. After a pause, he suddenly added something inexplicably.

　　\"However, after listening, maybe you will regret it in the future, so it’s up to you to listen or not, just let me talk to myself

　　 Listening will regret it. You will regret it if you don’t listen, what the **** do you want me to do, bastard! !

　　 It's just that the seriousness and loneliness shown by the old man at the time made me spit out the words in my mouth.

　　 This guy taught me something terrible at the time. As he said, he regretted listening and not regretting it. It took me a long time to gradually bury this memory in the depths.

　　\"Life is burning, have you heard of this technique?"

　　 At that time, I shook my head, but I didn't expect to scratch my head. I didn't expect at that time, and it didn't take long for me to enjoy the greeting of Brother Carlos' burning life in the finals of the contest held by the League and the Angels. At the time, it was a loss of both sides, and tragedy was incomparable.

　　\"Hmm, haven’t you heard? I really don’t know how Akara taught you, but I’ve never heard of it. This kind of evil door is skewed and a waste of things. Don’t know it in the last life."

　　 Old man gallon nose\"Huh, somehow suddenly angry.

\"Wasteful, too wasteful. Is the brain of the person who created this broken technique burned? What does he think of his life, broken rag? I am so angry, this approach is like using your own precious legs. It’s too stupid and too bad for Mao to ignite."

　　Your metaphor is the most stupid thing. And it's disgusting, old man! !

　　 At that time, I endured very hard, and then I didn't punch at his air leaking mouth with missing teeth.

　　\"Yes, the burning of life is the act of blaspheming life and blaspheming nature, and it is a taboo for our druids. It is okay not to know this kind of shit, it seems that ignorance is not entirely wrong."

　　Gallon nodded, seemingly complimented my ignorance.

　　\"However, there may be times

　　 changed his tone, the momentum of the old man gallon suddenly became terrible, with a little bit of grief that could not be concealed, continued.　　\"There are also times when you can't do a good job of giving up your life, even if it is a blasphemy, you have to protect it."

　　\"Take it boy, I will resent me later."

　　 Speaking of this, he suddenly handed over a scroll and shook his hand slightly, as if the scroll had a heavier weight, and seemed to want to retreat at any time.

　　\"What is this?" I recalled the reel and asked.

　　In an instant, the old man of Gallon seemed to be tens of years old. Gu Liu glanced at him with a glance: \"If I say this is a skill that reads life more than ten times more than burning life, do you believe it?"

I was shocked at that time, just reading the burning life skills of life, it already made the old man's beard angry, no, the leg hair trembles, this scroll is actually a blasphemy that is ten times and one hundred times more serious than burning life Life skills? He still has this kind of thing, and gave it to me? !

\"Yes, if you compare the part of life consumed by burning life to a person, burning life is to kill that person, and the things recorded on this scroll can not only teach you **** people. And it will also let you learn how to divide the dead people into corpses and cut bones, and use every inch of meat, every drop of blood, and every bone to make the best use of it. In line with what he said, the surrounding hot and humid temperature turned into coldness like Harogas in vain.

　　\"That is to say, the technique described above, like burning life, also consumes life to increase strength, but is it more efficient?

　　Silence in this cold atmosphere for a moment, I began to feel the weight of the scroll in my hand.

　　\"Yes, that’s what it means, you can read the details in it yourself." No, it is best not to read it for a lifetime, but it is meaningless to give it to you, alas."

　　Gallon's inner contradiction made his words incoherent, and finally sighed deeply,,

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　　 The protagonist's stunt at the bottom of the box is unconsciously long, and there is a chapter late at night. Everyone looks forward to Wu Fan's explosion.

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