"You saved Alyssa? …… Thank you! The outrageously fierce woman who fought suddenly raised her head and smiled at Haoran, but there was a slight bitterness in her smile.

Hao Ran knew that she was really thanking herself for saving the girl, and her bitter smile might be blaming herself for not coming back sooner.

"Hey...... Sorry I didn't save everyone! I'm still a step too late......" Haoran shook his head and looked at it intently.

The woman in the silver armor in front of her did not look very old, her delicate facial features added a softness to her face, and she did not lose the charm of a woman because of her wearing, and her long golden hair was like a waterfall behind her and moved with the wind, setting off the holy aura on her body to the fullest.

"It's already dark...... the woman hugged Alyssa, looked up at the sky, and was silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Alyssa's mental state improved that Haoran helped the woman cremate the deceased's body and hurriedly left the collapsed hut.

It wasn't long before the three found an identical shelter in another wood, and the woman walked in with Elisa. Hao Ran stood in the doorway and looked into the distance, the gurgling water caught his attention.

Following the source of the sound, he followed the sound, and after a while, Haoran came to a small river.

Standing by the river, he turned his head and glanced at the intact small stone house in the woods not far away, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh at the strength of humans in the Diablo world. There is more than one small stone house in this wilderness that takes refuge in this wilderness, and it is so close to each other.

But that's fine. to be cheap Haoran. Moreover, this shelter is close to the river, and Hao Ran just washed it off, and the smell on his body is too bad. Hao Ran first rinsed the equipment on his body one by one. Contained in the contract space. Then I walked to the river and took a beautiful bath.

During this period, Hao Ran's heart suddenly recalled the picture of the woman fighting just now, and he felt that it was incredible, a seemingly weak woman could actually confront the ferocious bull head-on without falling behind, which could no longer be described by the word powerful, it was completely a humanoid beast.

"Tassamet. What kind of profession is that woman, she looks stronger than the arcane mage! Hao Ran asked in his heart while cleaning the dirt on his body.

"She's a member of the Holy Army! …… Belongs to a branch that is an ancient paladin. Most of the skills have something in common with the Paladin's skills. Tasamet replied unhurriedly.

"It turned out to be the Holy Cult Army......"

Haoran stood in the river, thought for a moment, and then called out the task attribute interface, looking at the greatly improved attributes. and the pitiful strength of that little. I couldn't help but shake my head.

Grade: 10

Strength: 26 (107)

Dexterity: 76 (187)

体lì:42(134)

Intelligence: 75 (275) (equipment bonus in parentheses)

Equipment: Magic Set (Magic), Broken Fangs (Legendary), Mirror Orb (Legendary), Destiny Rift (Legendary), Tarasha's Oath (Legendary Set)

Arcane Skills: Magic Missile, Frost Ray, Electrical Pulse, Frost Nova, Arcane Light Orb, Diamond Skin, Energy Shockwave

"It seems...... Strength-based classes can also be ignored! ”

With each level, Haoran's intelligence and agility will increase by 5 points, while his strength is only a pitiful 1 point. If he relied solely on pretending to be a bonus, even if he chose the two classes of Barbarian or Holy Cult, the strength he could exert would be much weaker. In this way, agile warrior monks and demon hunters have become Haoran's first choice.

After washing, Hao Ran did not avoid the cabin, but directly entered the contract space. Putting on the clothes stored in the real world in the contract space, he walked towards the inheritance totem. He was going to understand the difference between the two professional skills first. in making a choice.

"Are you ready to accept the inheritance?" Tasamet glanced at Hao Ran suspiciously, then looked at the totem in front of Hao Ran, and said, "Demon hunters?" Seems to be a good choice as well......"

"No...... I just want to see the difference in skill between Demon Hunter and Warrior Monk, and decide which one to choose! Haoran looked up at the huge Tasamet and said.

"Yes! Judging by your current equipment and condition, the Warrior Monk is indeed the class of choice...... It will help you a lot more than Demon Hunter. Tasamet nodded and said appreciatively.

Hao Ran didn't answer, but put his hand on the inheritance totem, and in an instant, Hao Ran felt as if his soul had left his body and flew to another world!

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In the turbulent eye of the puddle, there is an isolated chaos.

When a woman struggles to find the direction of her body, the world gradually blurs at this moment. Her chest burned from holding her breath. In the midst of the chaos, she struggled to grab onto her backpack. She was spinning, rolling, tossing, and sinking deeper and farther until she almost lost consciousness completely. Utter darkness and lack of direction.

It was a fast-moving sensation, as the river carried her as it flowed, parts of her body scraping against the protruding rocks.

Her fingers found a branch. She grabbed a thick stalagmite, ready to fend off the rushing current. She stuck her head out of the water, sucking her chest with air.

The water flooded into her eyes, making her unable to see clearly, and even after wiping her face with her arm, her vision was blurred.

The bow and crossbow were ready to fire, and behind him were boundless demons, and the arrows in the sky tore through the void and shot out, and one by one the demons fell with a scream. Just when the demon thought he would be able to catch up with her right away, the flat ground began to explode, taking the demon's life.

A pair of crossbows came to life in her hands, shooting from different angles of her body, no demon could get close to her, and the graceful body turned into a gorgeous waltz, which was a dance of death.

Memories of the village, family, friends, warmth, haven, and happy times.

And then...... Endless demons, swarming like locusts. The ground began to creep as more and more tentacles poured out of the mire.

Run! Coward! Abandoned by the so-called family, she is left to face the endless demons on her own!

Blood! That's right, it's blood! Blood stream...... Into a river!

The sky was covered in endless dark clouds, and she was once again surrounded by darkness, her feet crunching in the black mud on the ground, and the roar of the raging river drowned out the other sounds.

She swerved backwards, moving towards the river. A form, a layer of mist, a head thrown out of a corner, it was the family who had thrown her away, her biological mother. And at this time, he stared at her intently.

The river still flows, but at this moment it is as if a pure heart has been broken.

Boundless hatred comes out of the heart, unites the broken heart, merges with the precepts and creeds in one's heart, and turns it into a flame of revenge.

………………

"Hmm......" Haoran snorted and took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

Like a bystander, he saw the history of the formation of the demon hunter. That hatred, that disgust, that never-ending desire to kill, almost made him lose himself in that image, immersed in the desire to kill.

The strangest thing was the vision he witnessed at the end!

The woman, with a certain rhythm on her lips, seemed to be smiling, and her scarlet bloody eyes glanced at where Hao Ran was, as if she could see Hao Ran. And that woman's appearance is actually eight layers similar to roses.

"What do you see? ......" In Tassamet's eyes, Hao Ran only touched the inheritance totem, and the next second, he retreated as if he had been electrocuted.

"Does every demon hunter accept this completely negative sentiment when they accept the inheritance?" Hao Ran glanced at the inheritance totem of the demon hunter and asked.

"Perhaps...... Maybe it won't ......," Tasamet gave Hao Ran an ambiguous answer.

Haoran seemed to understand whether he understood or not, nodded, exhaled a long breath, and walked towards the inheritance totem of the warrior monk. When he walked up to the Inheritance Totem, he paused, but then put his hand on the Totem.

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The village burned with fire, and the corpses were strewn everywhere.

Many warrior monks rushed out of the monastery and rushed into the demon group with their bare hands. The warrior monks sought to train their bodies and spirits into instruments for upholding divine justice. Swords, staffs, and even other instruments of war are practically unnecessary, and they see weapons as merely an extension of their already perfectly balanced will, focusing their minds more on their attacks.

Deities represent watery qualities such as emotion, intuition, and life-giving. And the warrior monk is the spokesperson of the gods in the sanctuary!

Even if they died, they never really died! They revealed to humanity an unbelievable truth, even though they were blind and deaf, they still sought the direction of their hearts to dispel the darkness caused by those demons.

In the monastery, the walls are not walls, the stairs are not stairs, and there are endless demons here.

The young warrior monk trembled uncontrollably, the fear in his heart that made him almost forget his instinct to fight.

"You tremble like a dead leaf in the wind." His master angrily scolded him and said, "You are a slave of fear...... That's why you can never become a warrior monk! You're just a scared little boy, and there's no place for you in this monastery. ”

When the young warrior monk finally gathered enough courage to look up at his master, his master asked, "You have to make a choice...... Are you going to be that boy, or a fearless warrior monk?"

"I don't deserve that boy." The young warrior monk wiped tears from his eyes and replied loudly.

The Endless Demons were defeated because they were met by warrior monks like the Indomitable. A warrior monk who is not afraid to violate the way of balance and perform absurd and degrading acts.

In the bloody battle, the young warrior monk felt that the path in front of him had never been clearer than at this moment! For the first time, he felt like he had truly understood what it meant to be a warrior monk. (To be continued......)