In the square, when Mo Wen arrived, a group of adventurers had already gathered there, discussing something one by one, and then in the dim light of the fire, Mo Wen found Bruce.

At this time, he was wielding two two-handed greatswords and fighting with another barbarian with a great axe, and behind the barbarian, a paladin with a shield guarded a necromancer, the paladin's aura of power appeared at the feet of the giant axe barbarian, and the necromancer's curse continued to fall on Bruce's head, and next to them, a druid in leather clothes fell there, with a long wound on his body.

"Hah!" Bruce roared, and the two-handed sword in his hand slashed at his opponent like a windmill, but with the help of the paladin and the necromancer, the barbarian stubbornly took it with his axe, and the sound of striking iron enveloped the audience.

Among the barbarians, Bruce's strength is also outstanding, even if Mo Wen has a perfect bloodline bonus and the accumulation of the previous life, he does not surpass him too much in strength, it can be imagined how terrible Bruce's strange power is, but with his current strength, a combination against three adventurers is still too reluctant, that barbarian has been somewhat adapted to Bruce's violent style of play, and now he is fighting back little by little.

"Tsk, that's trouble!" Mo Wen tilted his head and squeezed through the crowd.

"Hey!" The necromancer, who was about to cast the weakening curse again, felt someone behind him slap him.

His head turned, and what appeared in front of him was a huge fist.

Whack! With the sound of a broken nose, the necromancer flew out and crashed directly into the paladin in front of him.

Bang, with a muffled sound, the paladin was knocked forward several steps before stopping, and when he looked back, his teammate had passed out on the ground, blood spurting from his nose.

"Who are you, and why are you meddling in our business?" A trace of cold sweat was left on the paladin's head, and he raised his shield and the long sword in his hand, staring at Mo Wen in civilian clothes.

The current situation is not good, two of his three partners have fallen, and the barbarian will be solved by the other party if he does not have his own support, he can't figure out who this person is, why he suddenly made a move.

"It's nothing, it's just that you guys are upset!"

The words of the reckless man just now appeared in the paladin's ears again, and he only felt a surge of blood, and he couldn't care about the dogma of those knights, so he rushed directly to Mo Wen with his bare hands.

Today he wants to teach these two arrogant guys a lesson and teach them what it means to respect their seniors!

Looking at the paladin who was rushing towards him, Mo Wen just smiled disdainfully, he couldn't even charge, no wonder the three of them couldn't take the guy Bruce.

A cloud of light blue aura erupted from under Mo Wen's feet, rushing towards the paladin in front of him, and his pace was stagnant.

Holy Frozen! The paladin's eyes shrank.

"You're a fourth-order paladin!" A terrible cry came out of the paladin's mouth, and he desperately retreated, and he was also a paladin, and he knew that the fourth-order attack aura was terrifying, as long as the other party wanted to, he wouldn't be able to touch the corner of the other party's clothes at all.

"That's right, but unfortunately there is no prize."

A small red hammer appeared in Mo Wen's hand, spinning and flying towards the paladin.

I saw that the little hammer crossed a wonderful arc, crossed the paladin's shield, and hit the side of his face, and the stiff paladin was directly knocked out by the hammer, and fell to the ground motionless.

Clapping his hands, Mo Wen didn't even look at the two people who fell to the ground, and walked towards Bruce and them step by step.

At this time, without the support of the team, the barbarian was no match for Bruce at all, and after a few moves, Bruce smashed his weapon away, and then slapped his sword in the face, and passed out.

"What's going on?" Mo Wen pointed to the fainted people with some discomfort and said.

Bruce pursed his lips and said nothing.

However, Mo Wen found another person behind him, a female barbarian, Chassi, the blacksmith of Rog's camp.

Chassi, who was also tall, was a little embarrassed, she scratched her head and said, "You are Bruce's companion, it's all my fault for this matter today, and Bruce fought with them for me." ”

It turned out that the team had come to Chasi to build equipment, but unfortunately, due to Chasi's limited level, the materials they provided were scrapped by her, and they didn't make magic equipment at all.

Chasi finally had to come to the square to apologize to a few of them, because they had explained that this situation might happen before, they didn't embarrass Chasi, but maybe they were distressed by those materials, and the druid said two more words about Chasi, but it happened to be heard by Bruce passing by, and he was grumpy and thought that the druid was bullying his own people, so he did it directly.

The druid was knocked down by Bruce with a blow, and the other party was not a good-natured person, his teammates were all cut, so naturally the fight started.

In the end, Mo Wen saw the result, and Bruce picked three in the square.

"You! - Mo Wen patted his head with a little headache, and was about to say something, but there was a commotion in the crowd outside, and a woman with red hair and a red cloak walked over with a few rogges.

"What the hell are you adventurers doing! I don't know why Akara trusts you, but at Camp Rog, you'd better be honest with me! Kasha unceremoniously pointed at Mo Wen and the others, while the Rog began to examine the injuries of the few people on the ground.

Fortunately, Bruce was not so brainless, and the adventurers were not seriously injured, and Chassi explained to Kashya again, and her face was obviously softened a lot.

"Okay, adventurer, that's all for this time, but you have to know that. Akhara may be our spiritual leader, but I am the one who directs the actions of the Rogers in battle. Gaining my trust isn't just about killing a few monsters in the wilderness. Kasha glanced at Mo Wen, apparently hearing of him from Akara.

"And until I gain my trust, if you make trouble in the camp again, I'll lock you all up."

Mo Wen just smiled, this Kasha is really the same as rumored, he doesn't have a good impression of adventurers, and he has a short temper. You are not allowed to make trouble in the camp until you have gained trust, that is, after you have gained trust, can you do whatever you want?

"Try it!" Bruce on the side opened his mouth to say something, but Mo Wen grabbed him.

"Then how can we gain your trust, Lord Kasha?"

Kasha was silent, as if thinking about something, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "My rog scout has just reported that something hateful has happened in the burial ground of the monastery!" Clearly, Andariel didn't just intend to control all of us who were still alive. Bloodbird, an elite man who had previously fought against Diablo in Tristram and was buried in the ground, is now the first candidate that Andariel wants to exploit. Now, you'll find her in the monastery graveyard, trying to get all the dead to appear as zombies again! We cannot tolerate this filth! If you really are our ally, you must help me destroy her. ”

"Yes, Lord Kasha, I'll let that warrior rest in peace." Mo Wen smiled faintly.

"I hope you can do what you say." After taking a deep look at Mo Wen, Kasha turned and left.

"Another mission." Mo Wen shrugged, then turned to look at Bruce, "Are you interested in doing it together?" ”

The tattoo on Bruce's face squirmed, "Not interested, sending the dead back to the earth?" Nothing could be more useless. Seattle, I'll catch up with you someday, you wait for me! ”

Judging from the smell of blood on Bruce's body, he must have been fighting fiercely outside these days.

"Also, today's incident, I owe you a favor!" Bruce also turned away.