The low beast roared repeatedly! There are many shadows in the twilight, and the closer you get to the depths of the ruins of Sescheron, the number of hellish monsters becomes!

In this dangerous ruins, she is like a high school girl walking home from school in spring, her pace is extremely brisk, full of youthful rhythm and vitality. Whenever a hellish monster appeared, before it could reach a hundred meters in front of her, it was as if it had been cut by an invisible blade, silently dismembered and shattered, and the dust was gently wiped away.

As soon as the blood infected, the ground was frozen into ice edges under the bitter cold!

The broken limbs quickly stiffened in the howling north wind before they could be completely cooled!

Gazing at the slender back of the Grim Lady and the remains of the monster corpses on the ground behind her. Not only Zhao Zhijian, but also Zhang Yanbin and even Cao Cao, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath!

Is this the strength of a third-difficulty contractor?

The monsters inside the ruins of Cesscheron are far more powerful than the two-act mission scenes that have been experienced before. I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable under the hands of Yin!

There are obstacles to clean up, and everyone is dusty all the way, and the speed is fast! Before more monsters appeared, they were already far out of the arena. It didn't take long for a temple made entirely of heavy granite to appear in front of everyone!

Got it! Zhang Yanbin's eyes lit up. This temple in front of you should be the legendary temple of the elderly, a place where even the Lord of Destruction, Baal, is said to be intimidating!

The broken bricks and tiles have witnessed the vicissitudes of history, even if the time has passed with the ruins, and the bricks and stones in front of the door can be seen with pools of blood! The whistling north wind blows, and you can still smell the blood! It can be seen what a tragic battle took place here back then!

"Boss Zhang, is the Kanai box really hidden inside?"

"Hmm. You can't go wrong. Hearing the transmission of Zhao Zhijian beside him, Zhang Yanbin glanced at him with a slanted gaze. Seeing Zhao Zhijian's face excited, he looked greedy. The brow was undetectable. I secretly sneered in my heart. In order to deal with Zhou Qi's promise, Major General Kanai's magic box was presented with both hands, and he did not hesitate to consume the hard-to-find space scroll to introduce the martyrdom into the world of Diablo, which can be described as hollowing out his mind and consuming a lot. Looking at it like this, Zhao Zhijian actually wanted to punch in the idea of Nai's magic box, you must know that it was something that Jun Shao asked for. Just because he also wants to insert a kick, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!

He looked back at the dark entrance to the temple in front of him. Zhang Yanbin's mind flashed the information about Kanai's box that he had temporarily collected before entering the mission.

Legend has it that during the battle of the ancient gods and demons, a large number of magical items and equipment from heaven and hell were scattered throughout the world. Equipment with powerful magical powers has increased the strength of human beings, but it has also left behind mysterious legends that are either full of legends or full of blood.

The study of magical equipment laid the foundation for the alchemy of the human world. Countless ancient alchemists have become obsessed with it, fantasizing about one day being able to glimpse the mysteries hidden behind it. Master the ability to give ordinary swords and armor special powers, something close to that of a Creator!

After several generations of ancient alchemists' almost crazy research and ideas, the best blacksmiths of the ancient Heradim warlock and barbarian clan have finally created what is known as the greatest alchemical work in the human world - a magic box that can be synthesized with magical materials and endowed with mysterious powers to weapons and equipment!

And just after the magic box was successfully made, the alchemists were surprised to find out. The magic box not only gives power to the equipment, but also can extract the existing power of the equipment

Take! In a sense, the magic box has gone beyond the scope of alchemy items, and has become a unique divine creation!

For a long time, the box was housed in the temple of Sescheron, a city that was said to be impassable, guarded by the most powerful barbarian warriors.

As the last guardian of the box, the Barbarian Clan's most powerful warrior after the barbarian god Immortal King Bourkeso, King Kanai!

Legend has it that after the destruction of the World Stone along with Mount Arret, his soul could not enter the Land of the Ancestors to sleep forever, and could only wander in the temple where the box was placed, waiting for the next warrior to take over his mission to protect the box.

While Zhang Yanbin recalled this legend full of tragedy and blood, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lift slightly. A treasure that even the Lord of Destruction, Baal, can't touch, and it is conceivable that a group of second-difficulty contractors want to obtain it without any problem to ascend to the sky. If the legend is not a legend in the mission, and Kanai's soul is real, even if it is as strong as death, I am afraid that it will cost a lot of money to get it.

It's a pity that Zhou Qi didn't come to hunt for treasure as he thought, and after he obtained the magic box, he still needed to go to Bastin Fortress again, which was a bit of a fly in the ointment. But even so, as long as you have the trump card of death in your hand, this mission will be unhindered! Hum! Let's keep that damn guy alive a little longer!

Seeing that the slender back had gradually been swallowed up by the darkness at the entrance of the temple. Zhang Yanbin didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly pulled his heels after making a look left and right. There had never been a moment since entering the mission when he felt so close to victory!

At the same time, near a large hall west of Sescheron.

Zhang Dingjun waved his hands to his side and shook off the blood stains on the blade. A large cloud of hot air comes out of the mouth and nose that whirls like bellows. Droplets of sweat the size of soybeans ran down the forehead and cheeks, and then dripped along the neck of the green tendons and onto the muscle-knotted upper body. His skin was as red as a boiled shrimp, and the temperature emanating from his body was so hot that even the howling north wind and bitter cold could not cool his sweat into ice. Beneath his feet and the ground behind him, the corpses of satyrs, frost trolls, and all sorts of formidable hell monsters lay all over the ground.

"Idiot! Can't stand it just to get rid of so much garbage? Seeing that Zhang Dingjun stopped, Conan's slightly mocking roar was as punctual as a great aunt, and arrived as promised.

"What, master, I really can't walk." Zhang Dingjun was thrilled when he heard this. turned his head and looked pitifully at the barbarian uncle who was Shi Ran carrying the wine bottle. Don't be so exciting. In the battle along the way, not only was the old thing not allowed to put on his armor, but he was also not allowed to use any combat skills such as Whirlwind Slash and Frenzy. What's especially excessive is that he finally cleaned up a bunch of enemies by himself, and before he could catch his breath, the old guy didn't know whether he didn't drink enough or went crazy, and he snorted and attracted a bunch of them again.

Replace it with a carrion outside New Tristram City, or a snakeskin near Kaltim City. These monsters in the ruins of Cesscheron have simply grown up eating special grass and blue bottle calcium, and each one is stronger than the other. If it weren't for the sharpness of Bourkeso's double knives in his hand, as well as the damage reduction skills blessed by the reckless bull's strength. I'm afraid that I'm already scarred by this time, and I'm going to lie down.

"Soft eggs that don't make it! I've told you a long time ago that you can't survive in Harorgas with just those bells and whistles! A knife and a sword honestly cut for Lao Tzu! Just like a bear in front of you, it would be a death to enter the martyr's hall for a while! Do you see it! If you want to stop and rest, kill Lao Tzu all the way to the front of Valhalla! ”

Conan International conventionally photographed Sun Tzuyi

A "snap" slapped Zhang Dingjun on the back of the head. The tone was still as fierce as ever. However, in the night, it was as bright as a star, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes as sharp as a falcon.

Wandering for many years, although in New Tristram there is a mission to protect Leah Kane. However, as a barbarian, he no longer misses his homeland all the time, and he never forgets the mission given by his ancestors. However, as he grew older, and the pain of his long-term battles. The courage in my heart was also worn out and faded with a trace. Today's self is no longer the self who slashed the demon god and beheaded the butcher.

Mission is glory! Luckily, such a silly boy came out of nowhere. If he can pass the trials of Valhalla and inherit Bourkeso's bloodline, maybe he can succeed him to fulfill King Kanai's legacy and become the new Guardian! If this can be the case, then all regrets are no longer regrets!

Conan's thoughts, Zhang Dingjun is still in the dark. How could he know that the berserker inheritance that the barbarian uncle said in his mouth would actually be the inheritance of the barbarian king Bulkaiso! A legacy that belongs to the royal bloodline of the barbarians!

Reaching out and scratching the back of his head that was aching, Zhang Dingjun's face was comparable to a bitter gourd. I had no choice but to fight my spirit, and walked towards the ruined hall in front of me with a knife in both hands. Although he knew that Uncle Conan did this for his own good, this way was particularly rude and unacceptable.

But just remember that if you can't complete the trial, you can get the inheritance. Maybe you'll be ridiculed by the dead fat man.

It's okay to be laughed at by anyone, except for the dead fat man!

It was as if he saw Zhao Daming pointing at himself and smiling heartlessly. Zhang Dingjun took a deep breath, and his bones gurgled. After a period of muscle relaxation and contraction, the originally tired body unconsciously regained some strength.

Unforgivable! Unforgivable in any way! Valhalla? Wait for me!

Large snowflakes fluttered up and down in the howling wind mixed with endless chill. The roar and roar are like the deepest nightmare of the night, making the scalp tingle and the heart tremble!

Facing the monsters surging from all sides, Zhang Dingjun became more focused than ever. With his physical state at the moment, without using skills, he was completely unsure whether he could walk this hundreds of meters away.

The head said well, the incense is burned, and you are afraid of kowtowing more? It's been so hard all the way to get here, how can you not fall!

Can't use skills? Dodging with the Grim Reaper again and again, rushing with the help of the body again and again, and using the monster's corpse as a shield again and again is a skill!

Can't equip armor? Kill an enemy before it hits it, it's the strongest armor ever!

Endless tiredness? At the moment of life and death, any slackness and hesitation will be exchanged for death. You can't count on Conan's rescue, everything can only be relied on yourself!

War!

In just 100 meters, it has never been so long!

When Zhang Dingjun stopped again, in addition to the sweat on his body and several shocking wounds, his feet and behind him were still the same, full of monster stumps and blood. At the same time, two rusty and heavy iron doors also appeared in front of him.

Zhang Dingjun glanced back at Conan, who was walking towards him from the darkness, and struggled to hold his crumbling body with his knife, staring at the close door.

The Throne of Bourkeso? Your grandfather Zhang is here!