Diablo Destruction Miè Chapter 408 Sister

Old man Lun said goodbye. I was about to leave.

"Boy. You come here. I still have something to say. ”

The old man with his eyes closed and looking like a master suddenly opened his eyes. A divine light shot out of his eyes. All right. I know it's disgusting. In short, his eyes are very sharp.

First of all. He handed me the six codexes: "This is the fused data and magic array diagram. There are also some ideas for advanced integration that have not yet been completed. When you go back, give these to Akara. Presumably with the power of the Mage Guild. Perfection shouldn't be a problem. My promise can be regarded as fulfilled, and I hold it heavily in my arms. Then stuff it into your inventory.

"Next. These codexes are a condensed version of my years of experience. Anyway, I don't have any decent students as an old man. Take it all. ”

Then. The old man took out more than a dozen more codexes. Each roll rolls thickly. I say. Can't you make a book like Kane?

I took it too. Then I suddenly remembered something. looked at Gallen speechlessly: "Old man." What does Lite mean. Could it be that these are the East

"That's right. Nature is just something simple. Gallen stroked his beard. Said as a matter of course. This old man is good at everything. If you teach people and don't take money. Not picky eaters when eating, etc. There just one thing doesn't work. Something he taught. It's not so much empirical skill. Rather, it's just pointing me in the right direction. Let me figure it out for myself. For example, the strong body is like this.

It's like pointing to the top of a high mountain and telling me that there is a treasure in it." But don't talk about the shortcut to the top of the mountain. Even if there are poisonous snakes and beasts on the way, you will encounter an avalanche maze and so on. He wouldn't tell me anything about it. Just leave me alone to figure it out. According to his words: I found it. That's a good thing, of course. Didn't grope it. It also adds a lot of ideas and experience.

Thereupon. The lite version of what Gallon's mouth says. That's all there is to it. Words to describe vividly. It's like a humble treasure map. Or is it that there is no label to practice the internal strength of the mind that is very easy to go mad......

"And ......"

I was speechless and put away a large pile of codexes. The old man pulled out two more scrolls of codex. I'm talking about you. Is it a codex wholesaler? Just take it once.

And at this time. Gallen's expression was much more solemn than before. I held the two volumes of the Codex in my hand for a long time. It was as if he had decided something. sighed. Said slowly.

"The contents of these two codexes. You don't need ...... right now."

When handing over something. Is there a first sentence that says so?

"This codex. It's never too late to wait until you're level 60 and above with the ultimate skill of the transformation system, Fury. Don't be too ambitious now. Grun handed me one of the codexes.

"What is this? Isn't it some kind of combat technique? ”

I took the Codex. I was very curious. Gallon made me level 60 learn to rage and look again. I guess it's a skill related to this skill.

And so it was. Gallon didn't speak. Nodding. He looked a little absent-minded. Seems to be thinking about something.

"Isn't it a lite version again?" Seeing that he was silent. I couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry. It's a complete set of techniques. Including my years of heart and experience. If it were streamlined. With your qualifications, you can't comprehend it for a lifetime. ”

The old man of the gallon who came to his senses. It's a white face that doesn't give me face

Cut. Is it necessary to say so absolutely? It's not my fault that my qualifications are not good. If you have the ability, you can find my parents to theorize. I put the scroll away in a daze. But since Old Gallen said so. That must be something very bad. Careful care is.

The question is. This technique can only be learned at level 60 to learn rage. And those who can create zào out of level 60 skills and skills. It's definitely not just level 60. Could it be that this old man of gallons is really a master? Confused......

"And this last one. Never mind. This is something that is not perfect. It was a pity that I wasn't going to take it out. You take it. But. It's not a matter of life or death. I don't build yì you look at the stuff inside. ”

Say so. It was as if the old man had suddenly aged several years. Shove the codex over me. The brow is sometimes furrowed. Sometimes wrinkled. Still hesitating to give me the Codex is right or wrong.

You guy. Doesn't that make me more curious? It can't be something like the Sunflower Book.

"Old man. You don't want to challenge the Three Demon Gods? How can listening to your words be a bit like confessing your last words? If you want to die, I won't stop you. And what a good thing. I'll take care of it all for you

A series of tables recalling the old man who had just galged xiàn. I think this guy probably has a brain fever. I want to go to prison and play with my old bones. Look for abuse

Listened to me. Gallon a stumble. I almost didn't get on my feet and fell. Sad. How did I teach such a bad student? He jumped three feet high. Pointing at me and blowing his beard and glaring.

"You're just going to challenge the Three Demon Gods. Your whole family has gone to challenge the Three Demon Gods. You think everyone is as stupid as you are. You're dead, and I'm still strong. ”

Four of you in a row. It is fully proved that under the influence of my tall and glorious personality. The old man's complaining skills skyrocketed.

"Then why did you just say that you are going to marry a woman from afar?"

For my merciless poisonous tongue questioning. Gallon is already powerless to complain. "I'm leaving this demon's side. Stay away from the exploitation of Acala. ”

"Old man. You've finally got it right. ”

I patted him on the shoulder. Who is the biggest exploitative merchant in the Dark Continent? I can't think of anyone else but Akara. You see that my body is being exploited by her. Since coming to the Darkness. It was pulled up 5 centimeters alive.

"Yawn."

Akara sneezed in his tent to a novice potionist. I thought to myself, who is slandering me in the back again. I wish you a long and 100 years old. ”

Far away. I turned my head and waved at Gallon. A macho parting. You don't need much language.

"You're only going to live a hundred years. Don't show up. You stinky boy. Don't show up in front of me later. It is better to turn into a lump of dwarf feces in which side

Far away. Old Gallen's angry roar was heard and the habit was forgotten. The average life expectancy of a dark person is much higher. Especially adventurers. Look at the old man. It's definitely more than that. There is no doubt that there is. Wouldn't wishing him a long life curse him?

And on the other side. Gallons turned back. Looking at the house that I have lived in for many years. sighed. I couldn't speak for a long time. Subsequently. He sorted out the information inside. Take a portion away. Then select 'Akara.' Your promise I have fulfilled. It doesn't owe anything to the alliance anymore. Next. It's time to settle your own business. ”

Muttered like this. A gallon that takes a steady step out. The tough body suddenly erupted with a sharp and powerful aura. The originally sturdy body was set off by the momentum. It is as majestic as a rolling mountain. The violent sense of oppression. No worse than Leona's transformation into a golden dragon.

And at this time. I've arrived at the teleportation array in a nearby elven village. Then teleport to the elven teleporter closest to the Skinning Forest Teleporter, hoping for that day. Elven Teleporters can be connected to human Teleporters. It's sure to save a lot of effort.

It's just that. I don't know if I'll have a chance to go back to Old Gallen. I don't think so. Come to think of it. I laughed to myself. I almost forgot about it. I also have a future elf prince setting

Hurry up all the way. Gallop at the speed of the light snow that has evolved to the third level of the elite. That day. I came to the Skinning Forest Teleporter. Then he hurried back to Kurast without stopping. Come to the Mage's Guild. Teleported back to Camp Roger.

This is due to the optimization of the ranged magic teleportation array. Now there is no need to wait for the mage on the other side of the teleportation to be ready. And snow-white paper. There is also a remote transmission station through guò. Sold to all over the world by Akara, a big smuggler. It is said that the smuggling giant also intends to set up a one-stop operation. He started his own printing house. I didn't even go home first. He hurried to Kasha's lair. It's still a remote corner of the northern part of the old training camp. In a small tent under a big tree. A Rogge elder lives in such a square. I'm afraid no one will believe it. But that's exactly what happened.

The sun has set. The cool breeze of the silent grassland at night blows. The weeds on it blew down on the body. Far away. A bunch of scarlet fires appear in the implementation. I sped up a few steps.

As I expected. Under the tree. A small bonfire was blazing. The old drunkard sat against a tree. The burgundy hair was particularly glaring from the firelight. Holding a long branch in his hand. There are several chicken wings strung on it. The creak of being roasted by a campfire. While constantly turning the branches in his hands. While humming a quirky tune from the Gurries.

"Braised chicken wings...... I love to eat ......."

"But your mother said you were about to ascend to heaven." It's so easy to complain about. Even I, the god of songs, couldn't help but take her weird tune and sing it.

"Your mother just said that you are about to ascend to heaven." The old drunkard looked back angrily. Subconsciously smashed the branch in his hand.

There is no humor, but it is a lonely realm. "I took the branch. Babbling out of his mouth.

"Braise your sister. Didn't Sister Sharna have an accident? Are you still in the mood to grill chicken wings here? "The next moment. In a fit of rage, I smashed the branch back to Kashya, who regretted that I had smashed the branch with the wings on my spur of the moment. I threw it back. I can't help but be overjoyed. Take it and take a look. The smile on his face froze - the branch was thrown back. The chicken wings on it were missing.

She couldn't help but look back angrily. Take a serious look through the night. Only then did I find a few chicken wings that I had worked so hard to bake. I was being held in the mouth by the other party in one breath. His cheeks bulged like a ball. The mouth was still squirming. Like a grinder, suck in the chicken wings hanging on the outside little by little. The fat flowed a little. but also made a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.

Seen shameless. I've never seen anything so shameless. Kasha barely breathless. Throw the empty branch in your hand. His eyes seem to be on fire.

"You bastard. Nor do you look in a mirror as you are. What qualifications do you have to say about me. Return my wings. ”

I finally swallowed three or four chicken wings in one bite. I smacked my lips and said, "The taste is still sloppy." Slightly inferior to me". The old drunkard is not light.

"It doesn't matter. See what you look like now. I was relieved. I elegantly wiped my chin with a handkerchief. Then pour a large pass of water that is a little salty.

Speaking of the old drunkard's attitude towards his sister. Although a mouthful of a stinky girl. When she was a child, she was bullied badly. But when it comes to caring. She's not inferior to me at all. Therefore. When I first saw the old song grilled chicken wings. My mind was relieved.

"Say it. What happened to Sister Sharna? ”

Sit down around the campfire. The old drunkard who was still resentful. In I threw a few Curast specialties of the fruit. There is also a bottle of fruit wine made by the elves. Immediately happy. Anyway, this guy is really easy to deal with.

"Boy. I remember telling you about that stinky girl when she was a child. "A bite of fruit. An old drunkard who eats a mouthful of fruit wine. Said vaguely.

I nodded. Same here. Again, this time is up and down. The old drunkard told me a lot about Sister Sharna. For the first time, I learned about my sister's inner world.

But. Actually, I still want to ask. Is it okay for you to eat like this?

"It's also very simple. It's to drive that stinky girl out of the village. Let her be exiled into the Amazon village of the wild girl. News came some time ago. said that he didn't know who destroyed him. Annihilation! ”

After listening. I was stunned: "That's all?" ”

"That's right. That's it. The old drunkard nodded earnestly.

"That's all there is to it. You are so strict with what you say. Hurt me to rush back with the stars and the moon? I glared at the old drunkard viciously. If there is that strength. I think I've pounced. He grabbed her neck and shook it.

What kind of Laozi village. Extinguish and extinguish. Die early and overlive early. The murderer of the parents. He also ruthlessly drove his four or five-year-old young sister to the village. Let her live a dangerous life in the forest like a wild man.

Speaking of which. The scars on my sister's body. Most of the blame lies with them. I'm still thinking about when I'm going to have the strength. Sneak it out and flatten it. I didn't expect to do it myself. Someone is one step ahead. Sure enough, they did a lot of iniquity. God doesn't let it go, maybe it's not a trivial matter. It's a big event that you should go back and celebrate.

Probably saw the look on my face. The old drunkard glanced at me. Said mockingly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You're looking for that stinky girl to celebrate. I advise you to forget it. You don't really know. Although the stinky girl kept saying that sooner or later she would take revenge. But there is Amazonian blood flowing through the body. She still can't let go of it in her heart. Now that's what happened. I don't know what she'll think. That's why I called you back. Just in case this stinky girl suddenly goes berserk. ”

Truly. As the old drunkard said. Sister Sharna actually cares a lot about the village where she was born. She's been working hard. Including challenging Andariel alone to prove his strength. It's not all about regretting the people who kicked her out in the past. In order to laugh at their eyeslessness?

The depth of hatred. Cut of love. That's the way it is.

"That's right. Where is my sister now? "Passed on to both of you at the same time. But that girl came back a day before you. Listen to the soldiers. Just came back and ran out. I guess I'm almost back in my tribe by now. ”

The old drunkard pouted. There was a bit of resentment in his tone. Probably Jue's sister came back. didn't ask his "Lafayette" first and ran out. I'm in a state of struggle because I'm being ignored.

"So be it. You lie down slowly by yourself. I'll go first. "After knowing the news of my sister. I'm too lazy to grind with this guy again. As soon as he said goodbye, he ran away.

"The world is going down. No one respects the old and loves the young. Anyway, your wives are also my students now. Don't you know how to bribe? ”

Far away. The old drunkard's helpless voice came. Almost made me stumble. I said. Asking for bribes in a blatant manner. You are the one who is in the world. It's you, right? And it also contains the meaning of threat. You guy is the cusp of the waves that represent the world

The pace doesn't stop. I reluctantly threw a bottle of wine back. This is the last inventory I deceives from the elf Lori, who looks cute and talks but is heartbreaking, (this behavior is the representative of the world). Originally, I was going to keep it for teasing the three strips of Ral.

Knowing that Sister Sharna didn't have an accident. I went home first. Suddenly back. Naturally, Sarah and Veras were given two baby wives, and a big Siruth and Echo were still in the priesthood training camp. The course is tight. It's a few days to come back once.

It's a pity. I only stayed for a moment. Just as the two of them looked away. Dressed in the stars and moon and running out of the Rogge camp. Galloping across the bloody wilderness.

How much time has I not run on this soil? Look at the scenery that passes quickly on both sides. I shushed in my heart. Just crossed that meeting. The experience of being alone in the bloody wilderness. The joy of the first upgrade. The excitement of learning a skill for the first time. It's still in my sights. It's unforgettable.

Monsters in the wilderness. Rotting Corpses, Fallen Demons, Fallen Demon Wizards. And crusty mice. It's also so nostalgic, and in the jungle, there is not a crusty mouse probing the brain. Swinging your fat body out of it? That slippery gaze. If you can get rid of the crazy color inside. You can really keep it as a pet.

It's just that things are not people. Five years ago. The figure who trained alone in the bloody wilderness. It is also necessary to go around the grass. Torture crusty rats alive with lewd streams. And now. I felt the majesty of Xiaoxue rushing over from afar. The poor little mouse trembled. Curl up your body like a hedgehog. I didn't even have the strength to shrink back into the grass.

Ignore this round ball of spiky flesh at all. For light snow. The sense of existence of a crusty mouse is too small. Skimming over the grass. The wind blew it into the air. The Sister's tribe is located deep in the Lost Forest of the Northeast. This. I don't have any more advocacy to show the way. Under the guidance of Rog's soldiers. Under the strong sense of direction of light snow. Ran wild in the bloody steppe all night. When the next morning light is slightly dewed. We went into the forest. Then walked for a few more hours. Finally, I came to the Amazon village where Sharna's sister lived when she was a child.

Let Xiaoxue wait. Look at the huge wooden door that is three or four meters high and close, towering in front of you. I was a little curious. Didn't you say that the village had been wiped out? Why is the door still closed? Could it be that the enemy is not from the surface?

With agility. I climbed over the high wall in three or two clicks. Standing on the wooden fence, he looked inside. Only then did I understand what the old drunkard meant by total destruction.

Devastation. That's all I can say to describe the situation at hand.

Amazon is very demanding of itself. They advocate a hard life. We firmly believe in honing our strength in hardship. Only the mighty Amazon can survive. Therefore. The houses they live in are very simple. Most of them are made of wooden branches to build a semi-circular shelf. Top with hay and plantain leaves. Just be sheltered from the wind and rain. Even if it's an elder's house. It's just a simple wooden house. This. And the elves' pursuit of beauty and art are precisely two extremes.

See here. I really can't imagine how my sister's parents came together despite a Qiē obstacle. From this point of view. It seems that the aesthetics and even the outlook on life of the elves and the Amazon are diametrically opposed. Elves are petite. Amazon is tall. Elves believe in equality. Amazon believes in the supremacy of women. Elves love peace. Amazon sex loves to fight. In a word. There are too many ways to complain

Mo Fei Salna's sister's father...... Ahem. Gaffe, gaffe.

Let go of the messy thoughts in your mind. I walked around the village and observed. As the old drunkard said. An already humble Amazon village. In addition to the intact fence that has been preserved. Not even a single piece of wood. Traces of raging fires were everywhere. It can sometimes be found on a few tens of meters wide. A charred black crater more than ten meters deep.

Contact closed doors. I've come to a vague conclusion. The people who destroyed the village. Mage for sure. And it's a fire mage. It's not known if it's a group or a group. However, according to previous experience (novel experience). This kind of thing is usually done. There's a good chance it's just one person. A strong man.

First of all. The door is closed. It also proves to some extent that the village mage can fly. A mage who can fly is already a high-level mage. Secondly. What ethnicity is Amazon? Each one is a master of javelins and bows. The mages flying in mid-air were undoubtedly their best targets. But the end result. Indeed, the one who has the advantage is completely destroyed.

All right. If you can't believe in the strength of the other party, you can't believe in it. Then look at the most substantial. The giant pit on it can already illustrate a qiē. can cause such a huge bad force. Except for the mage's fifth-order fire skill meteorite. I can't think of any other move.

With a cheerful mood. I walked around the whole village. Of course. If the fire mage who destroyed the village appeared in front of him. In the absence of hostility towards oneself. I'll probably go up and shake hands. Say that comrades have worked hard.

It's a pity that there was no corpse left. Probably all of them were charred or disposed of by someone who came first. Otherwise, I really want to see what the elders who drove Sister Sharna out look like.

Just as I was swaggering, trying to kick the closed door open. Put light snow when they come in. A pair of hands without warning. Quietly reached from behind. Hold me tight.

Until the moment when he was hugged tightly. I just reacted. My heart was shocked. But. Familiar body temperature and scent that follow. But I gave up the struggle. yes. Except for my sister here. Who else can do that without me noticing?

"Brother. You're careless! ”

Clear. Chilly. The wind blew like snow and ice through the body. But it falls to the heart. But you can feel like you're holding ice cream in your mouth. Melt-in-your-mouth. With a familiar voice of deep care. It rang in my ears.

The books at the back of the classification rankings are chasing very closely. I hope you can support a little more commuter passes. At least don't let Xiao Qi drop more than 15. More tickets. Xiao Qi unceremoniously accepted the more lewdness. Best wishes you buyers