Akara listened to the distant conversation between Kasha and Gid, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

It's summer, knowing the cry of "chicken~~chicken~~" on the trees, the yellow earth of Rogge's camp is roasted by the hot sun and smokes all the time.

"Dragon, do you know Tristram?" In the practice room, Kane called out Zhao Long, who was being abused inside, and asked.

"Tristram, Grandpa Kane, wait, I want to think about it." Zhao Long, who was suddenly asked, sat cross-legged on the ground and tried to remember.

He remembered.

Kane is the sage of the Hradic clan and the last surviving Heradic in the Dark World, and there is an old paladin named Griswald in Tristram who guards Kane.

Griswald has been secretly protecting Kane as a blacksmith, but after Diablo broke the seal in the town's basement, he was killed in battle and turned into an undead monster when he wreaked havoc in Tristram.

Don't?

Thinking of this, Zhao Longyan looked at Kane fixedly.

"Grandpa Kane, I know, did you suddenly ask me what was the matter?" Unsure, he asked.

"You know Lu Dao, that's good, Dragon, I have a reluctant request here, I hope you can do me a favor, I don't know if Lu Dao is willing to accept my old bone's plea?" Kane looked at Zhao Long sadly.

"What's the rush? You always say it first, see if I can help. Zhao Long, who had already suffered N secret losses in the Party of Four, ignored Kane's charming and heartfelt eyes.

Seeing that Zhao Long was not fooled, Kane said helplessly: "This is a small favor, that is, take me there to meet my old brother Griswald, and listen to the experience that he has been refreshed, and I have invented a formation that can let him rest forever, so that he will not be controlled by Diablo in the future, are you willing to help me?" ”

"Nani? Grandpa Kane, you think too much of me, no, no, no. Zhao Long shook his head more urgently than a rattle to refuse, and took the heavyweight but powerless elder out to go out to practice, in case there are three long and two short, his sin will be great.

After some bargaining, and finally forced by the obscenity of Kasha and Kidd, Zhao Long promised Kane that he would leave in three days and bring Griswald's body back to Kane.

At noon on the fourth day, after seeing Zhao Long disappear into the teleportation array, Bhalyiping came to Akara's tent, today is the first day she began to train, training items: management, trainers: Akara.

"Brother Long, I won't drag you down, I must be your solid backing." Bhular swore to heaven secretly.

"Hey, are you three still on duty? Why are you all crying? "After Zhao Long, who arrived at the source of the cold, came out of the teleportation array, he saw three mages with bitter faces, Mage A, Mage B, and Luo Ge C.

I saw the people in the teleportation array clearly in the morning, and when they looked at this person, they immediately remembered the tragedy of being put in small shoes before, can they not cry?

"No, we didn't have a bitter face, Elder Long." Hearing Zhao Long's question, Mage A hurriedly replied and colored the other two.

"Elder Long, come and sit, you drink tea." Mage B and Rog Bing moved chairs and brought a cup of tea as quickly as they could.

"No need, I still have to hurry, thank you." After Zhao Long finished speaking, he walked outside.

Just as Zhao Long was about to penetrate the wall, suddenly Mage B looked at his back as if he remembered something, and hurriedly shouted at Zhao Long.

"Elder Long, don't go to open boxes and pry stones on the way."

Mage A and Luo Gebing clearly saw Zhao Long's body shake for a moment, and then saw him turn around and smile at their happy sunshine.

They saw that his two rows of white teeth were glowing coldly, and their bodies trembled and shivered.

Zhao Long pointed to his shoulders, hands, and feet at them and left, screaming from the Cold Plains Teleportation after he left.

"Paralyzing, make your mouth cheap, let you be an idiot with a lot of mouth." Mage A scolded while kicking Mage B's chrysanthemum.

"Rely on you, don't think that we won't dare to beat you if you slapped Elder Long's ass just now, you little sycophant, now you slap the horse's legs." When Rog C said this, he had already fallen over his shoulder, aiming at an earthen cone on the ground and slamming Mage B there.

Zhao Long opened the map, saw the direction of the stone wilderness, and began to run rapidly.

Along the way, he saw a lot of teams of transferees and mercenary squads, and many of them were a team of more than ten people or a team of more than twenty mercenaries.

He knew what it was for, and Akara had told him the month before.

Akara said: Based on the feedback from the Second Realm and various camps, we can be sure that this war has greatly damaged the Hell Clan, and in the next ten years, the Hell side will no longer be able to organize a decent force, and the human race will have a chance to develop and grow for ten years.

The ontological energy of the monsters of the Hell of the Third World was gathered together by Mephisto and used in the last siege battle, and now the ontological strength of Hell has been hit hard, and their projection has also been directly affected, the monsters have become weaker, and their intelligence has become lower, and all the transfers and mercenaries can easily come out to practice, and there is no need to worry about it as before.

Thinking of the previous team composed of dozens of job transfers and mercenaries before they dared to come out to practice, looking at the present, Zhao Long sighed for a while.

In order to hurry, he did not stop, nor did he greet them, until in the evening, when he heard a voice from the right, listening to this familiar voice made him involuntarily stop and walk to the right.

At this time, the results of Zhao Long's training for half a year were revealed, he concealed his breath and relaxed his light steps, relying on his body to silently blend into the night, and approached them like a ghost without using spells.

By the time it was a meter, the people who had been resting and drinking still didn't notice that there was one more person behind them.

"Luo Zhi, why are you so vigilant?" Zhao Long, who had been waiting for a while, couldn't help but ask.

"Ah~~"

More than a dozen people who were resting around the fire and drinking and bragging were startled by the sudden sound behind them, and they all hurriedly took out their weapons and stood guard.

Zhao Long smiled bitterly and looked at the cauldron and wine bottle that had tripped on the ground by their kicking hands, and all the things and wine cooked in it had been spilled on the ground.

Looking at them in a state of battle, Rozhi's mouth was still biting the half-gnawed chicken leg, the barbarian took the weapon upside down, and the druid's mouth was still bulging, I don't know what was in his mouth, and there were others

Zhao Long didn't know what to say.

For half a month, Zhao Long had been ignoring the mobs on the road, and finally reached the junction of the Frosty Plains and the Stone Wilderness.

Feeling the cold feeling behind you and the feeling of dryness and heat in front of you, ice and fire!

"Raqqa Loach"

On the evening of the second day after stepping into the stone wilderness, Zhao Long, who had been hurrying all night, heard a noisy sound.

Following the direction of the sound and seeing a fire on the left, he quietly approached, and after seeing the scene in front of him clearly, his pupils contracted, his whole body trembled, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I'm going to kill you damn monsters." ”

Zhao Long saw six pillars three meters high erected, with a roger hanging on each pillar, looking at the blood dripping on their bodies, seeing the degree of condensation of these bloods, Zhao Long knew that these were all just dead not long ago.

The Demons screamed excitedly, "Raqqa Loach", and happily cut the flesh off their bodies with kitchen knives, cutting off their hands and feet, and then putting them into a cauldron that was added to the fire next to them.

Every time the Sinking Demons cut out a large piece of fresh meat from Rogge's body, and every time they cut off a Rogge's hands and feet, Zhao Long trembled angrily, and he was already extremely angry He walked out slowly, roaring angrily in the surprised eyes of the Sinking Demons,

"Extinguish, earth cracks."

Fifty or so of the Fallen Demons disappeared, as did Rog's corpse.

What's going on? How can it be? Isn't Hell a Great Drain? How did these roges die tragically? What about the rest of their squad?