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But he quickly calmed down, and it was extremely unwise for him to make a move without knowing the details of the other party.

In the next moment, the barbarian swung his greatsword, and the tip of the blue flame lit up with many special scenes, melting snowflakes, dripping blood, and invisible cold winds.

The light suddenly brightened.

Tang Ze was in a trance, the scene he was in had changed sometime, the cracked stone ground under his feet had turned into a snow-capped wasteland, blood and corpses were everywhere, and the gray and whistling snow sky was above his head, and countless barbarians roared past him, slashing the sharp sword in his hand towards the demons who were rushing towards him.

The horn kept sounding, and he noticed that the outfits of the barbarians were very different from those of the barbarians in Camp Rog.

The barbarians here are much older, primitive, and powerful.

"Ice and demons... This is the Harogas of the fifth act in Diablo 2?"

Tang Ze was very surprised, these barbarians around him seemed to be unable to see themselves, and they couldn't affect anything in this space, as if they were a bystander in it.

The previous Pegasus Winghelm barbarian also began to charge, running at the front of the group, and the greatsword fell high, splitting a hideous monster that resembled a shadow in half in an instant. His companions were also very brave, wielding giant swords, and their fighting skills were extremely exquisite, and they fought their way out of the demon tide.

He couldn't feel the aura of these barbarians, but Tang Ze could feel it just by observing that most of these barbarians were more than Lv30 and were using many of the ultimate skills on the skill tree, especially the Barbarian with the Pegasus Winged Helmet, who used his one-handed broadsword to cast the "Dance of the Whirlwind of Death" to neatly strangle several shadow demons.

"But the professions are clearly at a disadvantage."

Tang Ze couldn't find his way out for a while, so he could only calm down and observe the situation.

In the vast snow-colored wasteland, dozens of barbarian professionals are surrounded by countless shadow demons. These shadow demons are what they call "Shadow of Fear", their true bodies are only half the size of ordinary people, they are enveloped in black mist, and they move extremely quickly.

The fierce battle continued, and the barbarian ranks began to suffer casualties.

"Behind you is the Holy Mountain."

A barbarian retreated wounded, and a sad sigh caught Tang Ze's attention.

What holy mountain, is it the holy mountain of ancient barbarians?

The defeat of the barbarian professionals is almost doomed, perhaps the holy mountain in their mouth is the target of these "shadows of fear", as long as the barbarians are killed and wounded, and the holy mountain is invaded by the shadows, most of the "movie" will be over.

"The power of Hradim is disappearing."

"Unbelievable."

Another barbarian let out a cry of surprise, a few slashes forced back the demon trying to get closer, and he looked down at his hands in surprise, the light slowly dissipating.

"The angels have failed."

"I don't want to die here like this."

"There are so many people who have sacrificed their lives to defend their homeland, how can they fall short..."

"We didn't have a choice."

The Pegasus Winghelm Barbarian was still in majestic form, and he calmly glanced at the "Shadow of Fear" that was about to move around him, his hands clenching his heavy broadsword.

"Fight for the light!"

・・・

Darkness eventually obscured the skies, and the fierce battle came to an end.

The barbarians have finally fallen to the tide of demons.

As the battle was scorching, a giant insect demon about five meters tall broke through the ground from under the snowfield, spewing out a large number of insect demons, poison and sharp pincers piercing the armor, and soon devouring the stubborn barbarians.

The smoke of gunpowder rose everywhere, the blood stained red and rolled down the Tianma winged helmet on the side, and the godless eyes reflected countless "shadows of fear", like locusts crossing the border, surging towards the holy mountain covered by frost and mist in the distance.

The picture is frozen here.

The various scenes of the underground cave reappeared, the black fog spread again, and as soon as Tang Ze turned his head, he found Iwamoto Tian standing still and one of his skeleton servants.

Time seems to have stopped.

Tang Ze frowned, ready to walk out of this strange enchantment space, but a clear voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What do you see?"

“・・・”

Turning around in surprise, Tang Ze found that there was nothing in front of him at this time, that is, in front of the "Blue Law Temple", there was an extra blurred figure.

The voice is neutral, and the figure is blurred, not only can you not distinguish between men and women, but you can't even judge whether it is a human or not.

"Barbarians are slaughtered by demons."

After staring and observing for a while, Tang Ze confirmed that the other party was communicating with him, and responded nonchalantly.

"Slaughter?"

The other party reacted quickly, and seemed to be a little regretful, "Yes, darkness has descended, and the Burning Hell has marched for so long, but the High Heaven has ignored it. ”

"Some choose to hold on, others take refuge in the devil, hoping to master the mysteries of darkness by the power of hatred."

"Until now."

The other man said to himself, and then cast a calm gaze.

"What do you want to say?"

Observing the phantom's every move, Tang Ze asked tentatively.

It seemed that he could communicate, and the other party paused.

"You're not a pure-blooded demon of hell, nor are you a puppet of the High Heavens, but you're far from a human being who is on his own quest for the transcendent."

"The calamity has begun, and the torment is now one step ahead, and you need to earn this power."

Torture is already one step ahead, what does it mean?

Although they are all pretentious words, Tang Ze, who has experienced the complete game process of Diablo 2, still thinks of the torture queen Andariel.

At present, Tang Ze has grasped the information that Andariel has placed a puppet in the Rog camp, which may be the first step in the phantom's words.

There are still many questions, but he feels that he has vaguely grasped the key.

The wars of the previous era, the weakening of the professions, the march of demons, and the mysterious "Blue Law Temple".

There is an invisible thread that connects these fragments.

The phantom in front of me is mostly a special existence hiding in the "Blue Law Temple", and it seems to know a lot of things about the background of Dark 2, which should be a good source of information.

However, he was talking too much to himself, and in a few words, Tang Ze couldn't see the other party's attitude towards him.

"What the hell are you?"

This time, Tang Ze's statement was not answered.

Pale blue light bloomed on the phantom's body, and its voice changed from vague to clear.

"You're just a puppet of fear now, haven't you ever thought about breaking free from your body?"

These words made Tang Ze stunned at first, and then he immediately remembered that he seemed to have begged the Dreaddemon King for power on that flame-shrouded night.