In the Stone Wilderness, Lillian stood alone at the door of the red portal, having just used the teleportation scroll to return Dick Kane to Camp Rog, believing that the people there would settle him.

As time passed, Lilian gradually showed a trace of dissatisfaction and worry, with Mo Wen's strength, he should not encounter any danger in Tristram, and if he did not find Kane, he should come back before himself.

The red portal gradually rippled, and it was clear that it was running out of energy.

Lillian shook the longbow in her hand, took a deep breath, and prepared to re-enter Tristram, she wouldn't leave her teammates alone in the demon's lair.

But at that moment, a figure sprang out of the portal.

"Who!" Lilian subconsciously raised her longbow and lowered it again.

"Can't you come back sooner? And are you making some mess again, and those monsters are killing each other? ”

Mo Wen smiled bitterly, the consumption of magic power made his face a little pale, this time he was a little out of play, after solving Gracewald, the entire Tristram demon was completely insane, and even the nearly 100 necromancers under him dared to rush up, he almost killed from beginning to end, and now Tristram is already a sea of blood.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to find something, but unfortunately I didn't find it in the end."

"However, there are some other gains." Mo Wen pointed to his belt.

Only then did Lillian realize that the belt around his waist had been changed, not the usual buckle before, but another belt with a more primitive style and a faint magical light.

Gradually, Lilian discovered the extraordinaryness of this belt, it seemed to have a strange charm, just looking at it, the eyes seemed to be attracted to the past, and even the spirit became in a trance, and the body became a little sluggish, and Mo Wen, who was wearing the belt, seemed to have become dim, and all the light gathered around him seemed to be absorbed by the belt.

"The circle of the vampire holy king," Mo Wen's words were concise and to the point.

Lilian suddenly realized that it was the belt, no wonder it had this effect, this is the top belt.

Circle of the Vampire King

Vampire Fangs Belt

Defense: 56-63 (variable)

Required Level: 51

Required Strength: 50

Durability: 14

16 slots

Slows the target by 10%

+2 mana is gained for each enemy killed

5-7% Steal Life from Hits (variable)

+15 Strength

Increases attack speed by 10%.

-3 Illuminate Radius

"Grace Walder?" Lillian reacted quickly, she had seen the tall blacksmith wearing this belt, but she didn't expect it to be such a famous piece of equipment for a while.

Mo Wen smiled, "Envy?" If you're willing to do some poses with me tonight that everyone will be happy with, I can give it to you. ”

Obviously, Mo Wen, who had a good harvest, began to bloom.

With a whoosh, an ice arrow grazed Mo Wen's crotch and shot to the ground, and the cold feeling made Mo Wen shiver.

"What did you just say?" Lilian casually put away the longbow in her hand and asked Mo Wen with a 'smile' on her face.

Mo Wen shook his head with a wry smile, "It's nothing, it's just that you should go back, you should have found Kane, right?" ”

"Well, although I only have my last breath left, I still found it and sent it back, and I should be taking care of it in the camp now."

"That's good, I thought he must have hung up."

・・・・・・・

In front of a small tent in Camp Rogue, Akara's expression was a little excited, "You risked your lives to rescue Kane. I thank you very much for that alone. I didn't expect you to succeed in the end, but of course his body is very weak now, and we must settle him immediately. ”

She handed a ring to Mo Wen, "This is the reward you have won. ”

A magic ring with fire damage and precision magic.

Handing the ring to Lilian, Mo Wen looked Akara up and down, and the snow-white carcass involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"Mr. Kane's health doesn't matter, I still have something to ask him, and it looks like I'm going to come back another day."

As if sensing Mo Wen's gaze, Akara's head lowered slightly, and his already vague face became even more invisible.

"I'm afraid Kane's body will take a while to recover, I think-"

"Wait a minute, Sister Acala," a hoarse voice came from the small tent behind the trio, and an old man on crutches walked out of it tremblingly, "I think I still have something to talk about with the heroes who rescued me. ”

"But, Mr. Kane, your body—" Akara said with a little concern.

Kane waved his hand and turned to look at Mo Wen, "You are the warrior who went to Tristram with Lilian to save me, although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I believe that your bravery must be not inferior to Lillian." ”

After all, he was his savior, and there was a touch of kindness in Kane's words.

"You want to ask about Tristram, right?"

Mo Wen nodded, "There is the source of Yiqiē, I want to know more about it, maybe it will be good for us to hunt down that dark wanderer." ”

Kane's brow furrowed tightly, and his hands involuntarily clenched his crutches, obviously the memories were not good.

He seemed to organize the language, and it took a long time before he spoke slowly.

“… I am very grateful to you, friends, for showing up to help me in times of emergency. ”

"Unfortunately, I can't do anything about the destruction of Tristram, it has met the deepest fears in our hearts - Diablo, the Lord of Terror, is back in this world to wreak havoc! As you know, Diablo was slain in the depths of Tristram many years ago. And as our heroes gripped their victorious smiles in the labyrinth beneath the town, we also had a big celebration in the town for days. However, as the weeks passed, our hero became more and more apathetic. He kept his distance from the rest of the townspeople, and seemed to have stepped into a dark, brooding depression. I thought it was just his inability to put the pain behind him. As each day passed, the hero's pain deepened. I remember him waking up in the dark several times and yelling loudly - and each time he mentioned "East". One day, he left. Soon, Tristram is attacked by a group of evil demons, many of whom have died, and the demons have placed them in cursed cages waiting to die. I believe that the hero of Tristram now, the dark wanderer, the man who passed by before the monastery fell into the hands of demons, I feel even worse, friend... I'm afraid that Diablo has possessed that hero without dying. If this is true, Diablo will have even more power than before. You have to stop him, or it's all over. ”

"You must, you have to kill that dark wanderer, our former hero, no, Diablo now." Kane's tone was a little astringent, and he sighed, "Just take it as my gratitude to you!" I'll appraise the item for you free of charge. ”

As if the long conversation had exhausted the last of his vitality, Kane's face was unusually tired, and he walked back to the tent, his body extremely ragged.

"Oh... God bless Rog! I'm finally out of that cursed place! ”

Looking at Kane's departing figure, Mo Wen sighed, the power of the Dread Demon God seemed to have penetrated into everyone's heart, even the mages of Hradim could not get rid of his influence, and even all the warriors who had faced the Dread Demon God in Diablo 3 went crazy.

"Mr. Modi, Ms. Yuna," Akara said suddenly, her calm voice with a hint of excitement, "you have once again proved your bravery, and I hope you will do your best—"

"Sister Akara, in two weeks' time, my team will be assembled in the Dharma Heights, and then we will deal with Andariel." Interrupting Akara's words, Mo Wen knew what she wanted to say, but now was not the time, at least he had to go to the Tower of Oblivion, the countess had a lot of runes in her hands, and she couldn't miss anything.

Akara was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Warriors, I hope you can be sooner, see Kane, I think those sisters of mine may still be saved, they may still be silently holding on somewhere in the monastery, you are our last hope・・・・・・"

"I'll do my best, Sister Akara." Although he scoffed at this thought, Mo Wen comforted him on the surface.

"Hmm," Akara lowered her head, no one knowing what she was thinking.