Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 The news that Mo Wen decided to change his job to become a Paladin quickly spread to the whole family. The old patriarch didn't believe it at first, and then roared to kill Mo Wen, the guy who sullied the glory of the ancestor.

　　 Since ancient times, there has not been a barbarian transfer to another profession, so the wizard will not mention it. The level of the barbarian's mental power is flawed, and their general elemental induction is also very poor. As for merging into nature like druids, don't be kidding, they only have one idea for those animals: food, kill, and eat! The five big and three rough barbarians are not suitable for an assassin or an agile profession like Amazon. The only suitable paladin also conflicts with the customs and habits of the barbarians. Making a barbarian a paladin is like making a tiger a vegetarian or a bear dressed up as a gentleman. It will definitely make all barbarians harder to die. .

　　 It can be said that being a barbarian warrior in the seven major professions is the only way out for the barbarian clan.

　　 And Mo Wen's job change was a sensation for the whole clan, and now everyone in the clan gave him some pointers, but Mo Wen still went his own way.

　　 That night, Bruce found Mo Wen.

　　 "Why!" Bruce's eyes were a little red.

　　 "It's not why, it's just inappropriate." Mo Wen said casually.

　　 "Modi Seattle, you are not worthy of being a barbarian, you are a scumbag, I, Bruce Tucker, swear that one day I will make you pay for everything you do today!"

　　 "With you," Mo Wen shrugged and walked away, leaving only Bruce who kept roaring in place.

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　　 The time of six years is fleeting.

In the distance, in the small town of Istar, in the town’s mayor’s home, a few people sat there with solemn expressions, headed with a crutches, and their faces were very old, as if they might die at any time, but none of them dared. People who despise him.

　　 After a while, the old man said, "Wala, tell everyone about the situation."

　　 "Yes" a middle-aged woman with a cold face said. She is about forty years old, wearing a tights, with bright lights flashing in her hands, as if she is holding some weapon.

Vala glanced around everyone, "According to our latest information, the monastery fell a month ago. Most of the Rogge, knights, and nuns who guarded there have been killed. The rest are under the leadership of the high nun Akara. They fled to the blood wasteland and established a new stronghold there, but the demon's army did not let them go. Their situation is not optimistic."

　　 Taking a deep breath, Vala said again: "The connection with Tristram was interrupted overnight. We have reason to believe that the demon **** has been resurrected and is moving towards his brother."

　　 The room fell silent again. Even the most brutal barbarian knew the seriousness of the situation. No one could underestimate the fierce power of that demon god.

　　 "Really," the old man sighed softly, "Is there any news about Kane and Grace Wald?"

　　Wala shook her head, "Tristram has become a paradise for demons, and our people can't get in at all."

"The few remaining old friends just went like this. I think we were following the hero together back then--" The old man seemed to be ten years old suddenly, but then he raised his chest again. He looked around everyone, "Talk about it." , What do you think should be done?"

　　 The barbarian's old patriarch jumped up for the first time, "Is it necessary to talk about it! I'll go back and call the Qi people, and directly drive this group of hell's offspring back to their hometown!"

But an old man in knight armor said to the side: "When your army arrives, Diablo has released his two brothers long ago, and then summoned a bunch of **** **** to wait for you to die. !"

　　 "Heise, what did you say, believe it or not, the old man killed you!" The old patriarch flushed with anger.

　　 Xisai curled his lips and ignored him.

On the contrary, the old man with a cane scolded: "Well, it's all getting old, and there is endless quarreling every day. Hesai is right, it is too late to send troops, and what those guys in the East lack is not the army, and It is a hero who can defeat the Dreadlord, just like it did in the past." The old man seemed to think of something, and his eyes flashed with reminiscence.

　　Wala also echoed, "Yes, a few other towns did just that. They all dispatched the most elite teams and rushed to the east."

　　 An old man in animal skins also said: "Natural storms will also punish those in hell. We druids will send the best brave men to defeat the devil."

　　 The remaining old people also nodded in agreement.

　　 At this time, a woman wearing a hair ornament and a long staff in her hand said, "I can't as well exclude the best young people under us. It's time to temper them!"

"Yes, what are you talking about, our young people have not grown up yet, are you asking them to die?" a pale, skeletal man said, "Send the warriors who have grown up. For good."

The woman shook her head, "Ramas, do you think there is a figure among our current men who can defeat the dreadlord? Maybe the younger generation is not strong enough~www.readwn.com~ but I expect this to be a game In the protracted war, they have enough time to grow up, and blood and battle will be their best teachers."

When everyone thought about it, they finally had to admit that the witch’s point of view was correct. It was not that the younger generation would be better than the previous generation, but they knew that the current manpower was definitely not the opponent of the Dread Demon. Take the barbarians as an example. The strongest Turk has only mastered Tier 3 martial arts, and his life is estimated to be at the end of his life. This is far from the enemy. On the contrary, there are many geniuses in the next generation, and perhaps he has some resistance to the demon god. hope.

　　 The old man with a stick at the end said, "Okay, let's settle down like this. Let the younger generation chase Diablo and drive it back to hell. Now let's talk about it. Who are you going to send?"

Monina was the first to speak, and said with some pride: "Lilian, Lilian of our clan has mastered Tier 3 martial arts, and she is no less inferior than the older generation. I believe she can complete this mission. "

　　 The witch continued: "Anna Yisu, my granddaughter."

　　Ramas also said, "Dies Delin, he is my best student."

　　 "Jacob" and "Motaya" druids and assassins also elected their representatives. In the end, only the barbarians and the paladins were left. Everyone turned their gazes here, with a trace of joking in their eyes.

　　 The old patriarch opened his mouth, and finally spit out the name "Bruce Tucker" and then he gave Hesai a stern look.

　　 Xisai touched his nose and said another name "Modi Seattle"