The news of Mo Wen's decision to become a paladin soon spread throughout the clan, and the old patriarch first didn't believe it, and then roared to kill Mo Wen, the guy who had tarnished the glory of his ancestors.

Since ancient times, no barbarians have been transferred to other professions, so the mages will not mention it, the level of mental power of barbarians is hard, and they generally have poor elemental sensitivity. As for blending into nature like a druid, no kidding, they only have one thought for those animals, eat, kill, eat! The Big Big Barbarian is also not suitable for a profession as agile as an Assassin or an Amazon. And the only suitable paladin also conflicts with the customs and habits of the barbarians, and letting a barbarian be a paladin is like making a tiger a vegetarian, or making a bear dress up as a gentleman, which will definitely make it difficult for all barbarians to die.

It can be said that among the seven professions, becoming a barbarian warrior is the only way out for the barbarian clan.

And Mo Wen's change of career can be said to have caused a sensation in the whole clan, and now everyone in the clan is pointing fingers at him, but Mo Wen still does his own thing.

That night, Bruce found Mo Wen.

"Why!" Bruce's eyes were a little red.

"No why, it's just not appropriate." Mo Wen said casually.

"Modi Seattle, you don't deserve to be a barbarian, you bastard, I, Bruce Tuke, swear that one day you will pay for what you have done today!"

"Whatever you want," Mo Wen shrugged and walked away, leaving only Bruce who was roaring in place.

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Six years went by in a flash.

In the distance, in the small town of Ishta, in the house of the mayor of the town, several people sat there with solemn expressions, led by a crutch, with very old faces, as if they might die at any moment, but none of the people present dared to despise him.

After a while, the old man spoke, "Vala, tell us about the situation." ”

"Yes," said a middle-aged woman with a cold face, about forty years old, wearing a straitjacket and a flash of light in her hands, as if she was holding some kind of weapon.

Vala glanced around at everyone, "According to our latest information, the monastery fell a month ago, and most of the roges, knights, and nuns guarding there have been killed, and the rest of them have fled to the Blood Wasteland under the leadership of High Nun Akara, where they have established a new stronghold, but the demonic army has not spared them, and their shape is not optimistic. ”

Taking a deep breath, Vala spoke again, "Combined with the fact that the previous contact with Tristram was broken overnight, we have reason to believe that the demon god has been resurrected and is on his way to his brother. ”

The room fell silent again, and even the most brutal barbarians knew the severity of the situation, and no one could underestimate the ferocity of that demon god.

"Is it," the old man sighed softly, "is there any news of Kane and Gracewald?" ”

Vala shook her head, "Tristram has become a demon's paradise, and our people can't get into it. ”

"The few old friends left went like this, and I think we were still with the heroes back then—" The old man seemed to be ten years old at once, but then he lifted his chest again, and he looked around at the crowd, "Tell me, what do you think should be done?" ”

The old patriarch of the barbarian was the first to jump, "Do you need to say this! I'm going to go back and call the Qi people, and drive these hellish debris back to their hometown!" ”

But an old man in knight's armor said: "By the time your army arrives, Diablo will have released both of his brothers, and then gather a bunch of hellish bastards waiting for you to die!" ”

"Xisai, what are you talking about, believe it or not, the old man slaughtered you!" The old patriarch was so angry that his face turned red.

Heath pouted and ignored him.

On the contrary, the old man on crutches scolded: "Okay, they are all old, and they still quarrel every day, Xisai is right, it is too late to send an army, and now what those guys in the east lack is not an army, but a hero who can defeat the Dread Demon King, just like back then." The old man seemed to think of something, and his eyes flashed with remembrance.

Vala chimed in, "That's right, several other towns have done just that, and they've sent their best squads to the east. ”

An old man in animal skin also spoke, "Nature's storm will also punish those hellish guys, and we druids will send the best brave men to crusade against the demon gods." ”

The remaining old men also nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a woman wearing a hair ornament and holding a long staff in her hand spoke: "I think it is better to exclude the best young men under us, it is time to hone them!" ”

"Isu, what are you talking about, the young people under our command have not grown up yet, are you telling them to die?" A pale-faced, skeletal man spoke, "It's better to send those warriors who have grown up." ”

The woman shook her head, "Llamas, do you think there are any of our men who can defeat the Dreaded Demon God?" Maybe the younger generation is not strong enough, but I expect it to be a protracted war, they have enough time to grow, and blood and battle will be their best teacher. ”

Everyone pondered, and finally had to admit that the witch's point of view was right, not that the younger generation would definitely be stronger than the previous generation, but they knew that with the current manpower, they were by no means the opponent of the fear of the demon god, and the strongest Tuke of the barbarian clan only mastered the third-order martial arts, and it was estimated that this life would come to an end, this gap with the enemy was too big, but there were many geniuses in the next generation, and maybe there was some hope of resisting the demon god.

Finally, the old man on crutches said: "Okay, let's settle it, let the younger generation go after Diablo and drive him back to hell, now tell me, who are you going to send?" ”

Monina was the first to speak, and said with some pride: "Lilian, Lilian in our clan has mastered the third-order martial arts, which is not inferior to the older generation, and I believe that she can complete this mission." ”

The witch then said, "Anna Iss, my granddaughter. ”

Llamas also said, "Dees Delin, he's my best student. ”

The "Jacob" "Motaya" druids and the Assassins also elected their representatives, and in the end only the Barbarians and Paladins remained, all of whom looked at the place with a hint of banter in their eyes.

The old patriarch opened his mouth, and finally spat out a name, "Bruce Tuke," and he glared at Cissie fiercely.

Heather touched her nose and said another name, "Modi Seattle"