In the mist, a heavy footstep came, and a figure more than three meters tall gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes, the body was so burly, like a hill, step by step, the ground was trembling slightly, the sky-high aura, as if a huge monster was approaching.

The figure in the fog became clearer and clearer, it was a monster in heavy armor, wearing a helmet with sharp horns on its head, holding two two-handed giant swords in his hands, drops of blood sliding down with the blade, and several arrows stuck in his body, but it seemed to have no effect on him.

Looking at the arrows and scorched marks on Bruce's body, Mo Wen's brows furrowed even tighter, "Bruce, how did you get it like this?" ”

Bruce didn't care, pulled out a few arrows, and threw them on the ground.

"I went to the barracks to help Chasy retrieve her hammer, but I didn't expect there to be a lot of miscellaneous pieces in there."

Hradik Marles, watching Bruce take out a short hammer from his arms, Mo Wen suddenly realized that Chasi had given this task to Bruce, and it seemed that he might really be the barbarian hero.

This quest is not bad either, remember that in the game, the reward for this quest is to enchant an item.

"Alright, Bruce, you go back to camp first, fix your gear, and then come back."

"I don't need to!" Bruce didn't appreciate it, and looked at Mo Wen, "It's the same if you repair it after you solve Andariel, our barbarian body is the best weapon." ”

"Really?" Mo Wen's face turned cold, "Are you trying to disobey my orders as the captain?" ”

"That's right!" Bruce lifted the two giant swords in his hand and stared at Mo Wen deadly, his eyes exuding a strong battle intent. "Seattle, we haven't played each other in a long time, I'm going to see if you've improved lately."

Listening to Bruce's words, Jacob's eyes also flashed with a hint of essence, and he was obviously a little eager to try.

"Come on, come on! Seattle, just let me see if you've made any progress! The two-handed swords collided together, and in a roar, Bruce showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Really?" Mo Wen's voice was low, and he lowered his head.

"Now, Bruce, what did you just say? I don't hear you clearly, can you speak louder? ”

Raising his head again, Mo Wen asked with a smile on his face.

Endless electric light poured out from his body, and his whole person seemed to be in a sea of electricity, and the entire vicinity of the teleportation array was rendered white.

The sound of lightning seemed to envelop half of the Taymor Heights, and the throbbing arc blasted shallow craters into the ground, and stones hit Bruce's face, making his face extremely pale.

"Hey, Bruce, what were you talking about?"

Mo Wen's smile became brighter and brighter, but it looked a little creepy against the electric light.

"Holy Impact, Fifth Order Paladin!" Looking at the sea of electricity, Bruce gritted his teeth and spit it out word by word.

"Okay, Seattle, I didn't expect you to advance, I'm not your opponent today, I listen to you, but don't be complacent, I said that one day I would make you pay!"

Bruce tore open a teleportation scroll and strode into the blue portal.

The shrill chirping stopped, and the white sea of electricity disappeared just now, as if nothing had happened except for the shallow pits on the ground.

Dealing with Bruce, Mo Wen turned his face to another thorn.

"Jacob, Lillian is my woman, if you look at her like that next time, I'll kill you!" Mo Wen had a kind smile on his face, but he said something that made people cold to the bone.

Jacob clenched his fists, his lips biting hard, the green in his pupils seemed to expand, and for a moment Mo Wen almost thought he was going to pounce.

"I see." Jacob scratched a few deep marks on the ground, and he seemed to be holding back the wildness and madness in his heart.

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It took nearly two hours for Bruce to come out of the teleportation station, the armor on his body was completely new, and Mo Wen could vaguely feel a wave of magic from above, and it seemed that he had been rewarded accordingly.

"Alright, let's go!" Mo Wen walked towards the gate of the monastery in the distance with a satisfied smile.

The monastery is the stronghold of the Sisters of the Blind, with a fortified city wall at the outermost periphery, and two circular checkpoints behind the wall, the outer cloister and the inner cloister, followed by the cathedral, and Andariel is hidden in the crypt under the cathedral. Now there are thousands of monsters entrenched here, and this is not the sinking demons of the Cold Plains, but the powerful monsters.

Fallen Rogges, vampires, tainted beasts, skeleton mages, monsters pop up from every corner and hide in every room.

Mo Wen and his party almost killed it with the most decisive attitude.

Mo Wen and Bruce stood at the forefront, Mo Wen had a power aura under his feet, amplifying the strength of his teammates, holding a shield in one hand and a scimitar in the other.

Bruce raised his two-handed greatsword and slashed wildly, curling a monster that stood in his way into pieces.

Lillian stood behind the two of them, her longbow opening and closing, shooting arrows one after another, killing the ranged monsters.

Jacob, on the other hand, was the craziest of the bunch, he seemed to be even bloodthirstier than Bruce, and he was a white werewolf, rushing at the monsters almost desperately, his sharp claws tearing through the bodies of the monsters, and the frenzy in his eyes intensified as the battle continued.

Hearing only a sharp wolf howl, Jacob actually pounced on a polluting beast, clamped his arms around the other's shoulders, and bit it off, a burst of green light flashed, and a green mist spread from the wounds of the polluting beast, and the monsters shrouded in the green mist also turned green, and died of convulsions in a roar.

The druid's fourth-order skill - rabies

Mo Wen's brows furrowed, not because Jacob had also reached the fourth order, but because of his next move, he was like a real beast, continuing to bite at the rabies-polluted beast, and a large mouthful of flesh and blood mixed with blood was swallowed into his stomach.

This is no longer the normal way of druids attacking.

The killing continues.

Mo Wen's team plunged into the monster's lair like a sharp knife, and if anyone could look down on the entire monastery from the air, they would find that the monastery monsters were converging in one direction, and Mo Wen and they were stubbornly advancing against this torrent.