Back on the "first floor of the underground passage", Tang Ze successfully joined his monster minions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Two of the giant beasts were killed, and the other monster minions were badly wounded.

He only had more than 3,000 health points left, and he repeatedly drove the "Demon Soul", and his mana value was almost exhausted.

"Before you continue to the Dark Forest, fix and sort things out."

Tang Ze looked down at his badly injured body, found a place where the evil breath was strong, and began to absorb the evil breath, slowly recovering his health.

Think at the same time.

Andariel and Diablo's split soul appeared, and this matter was obviously strange.

"How many demon soul splitters are there, maybe I misunderstood it before, and the pale green phantom is just a puppet they summoned?"

Thinking about this matter is obviously fruitless, so let's put it for now.

"Why are Alidal and Diablo here? Andariel clearly recognized me, but Diablo didn't show any emotion."

"And this Diablo phantom is weaker than I thought."

Speaking of which, he'd met the Dreadlord once.

Receiving the Hell magic of Communication for the first time, he watched the Dreadlord crush the "Eye of Fire" in the Flame World.

There are many unknowns.

Aware of the feud between the Queen of Torment and the Dreadlord, Donzawa confirmed that Andariel wanted to break free from Diablo's grasp, but he didn't know what she was going to do, so he could only remember what had happened, wondering if the words they had left behind meant anything else.

"I came here only to follow the call of fear"

"You are different from me, you have to give your life and soul"

"There shouldn't be any accidents here."

No clue.

Tang Ze reluctantly gave up, and then Zhengse issued an order to the monster minions: "When I recover a little, I will go to the dark forest." ”

・・・

Westmar Bay, a thriving city street, with figures tumbling off the backs of handsome white horses.

Lifting the gray cloak, revealing short dark black hair and hazel pupils, this is a young man with a cold glint hidden under his strong arms.

Such faces are rarely seen in the harbor, and many boatmen and pedestrians have looked sideways.

"Senior, it's time to return home."

"Return to Canduras."

Senior, who was his name, was originally from Canduras and had been in exile in Westmar for eight years with the war.

Eight years, changed his fate.

From an unknown wanderer to a master assassin with unique skills, there are so many things that deserve his emotion.

For example, the demons that are still raging, such as the fire that drove him into a desperate situation in the first place.

He stood on the pier, looking ahead in a daze, the magnificent sea, the vast sky, and the strange light shining into his heart, washing away a certain emotion in his heart.

On the rippling blue water rested a behemoth, a Carrick sailboat, its off-white canvas resounding in the hunting wind, and the blue cross pattern on it was the same color as the sky.

The sailors on board began to carry the goods, and several of the big men who were in charge of transporting the guests went to the deck, carrying the long planks that allowed the guests to come up, and Seniors saw a familiar figure among the big men.

"Jerome."

With a nostalgic smile, Seniore walked quickly to a large man in an orange shirt, "Long time no see." ”

"Huh?"

The big man known as Jerome raised his head in surprise, some memories came back to him, his pupils shrank, and he said in disbelief: "You were the one who fought against the demons, uh, do you need any help?" ”

He was only halfway through his sentence when he stopped and looked around humbly.

This is still the jurisdiction of Westmar, due to the ravages of demons, the nerves of Westmar's high-ranking are extremely sensitive, and civilians are not qualified to talk about demons, even nobles have to be careful about their words and deeds. There were some gangsters with no background who had been talking about the Demon Language Profession with great fanfare, but now they have been taken away by the Knights, and most of them will inevitably suffer from physical pain.

"I want to take this ship and return to Canduras."

With a nostalgic smile, Seniore nodded, "I hope you can help me." ”

A small bag of coins was placed in Jerome's hand, and his expression moved, and he gently brushed it out, squeezing out a smile: "Enough, Canduras has not been very peaceful recently, you don't regret it." ”

Although he knew that the young man in front of him was a rare professional, Jerome couldn't help but remind him.

Professionals are also human beings, and several ships from Canduras have escaped professionals, who are greedy for life and fear death, and even though they are professionals, they seek refuge from their relatives in Westmar.

But this is also normal, no one will die in vain, except for the professionals who are on the front line of the fight against the demons.

Those talents are the real heroes.

"Wait, you're not going to—"

Jerome seemed to suddenly understand something, and looked at Seniors in front of him in shock, a little incoherent.

"That's right."

Senior's gaze averted to the deep horizon, his tone firm, "I'm going back to Camp Rog to fight the demons once again. ”

“・・・”

Honestly, it's stupid.

Jerome thought so, and fell silent for a moment, as far as he knew, the young man in front of him was a wandering professional who escaped from Canduras a few years ago, and there was a group of terrible zombies and sunken demons who came by boat, ordinary knights and guards were no match at all, thanks to some of the professionals on the ship, and the Westmar mage who happened to stay in the docks, otherwise ordinary people would suffer.

He still remembered the scene where Seniors fought the demons on deck, and he and several sailors were rescued by Senior, and they had a drink as they parted.

Are there really heroes in the world?

He couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him who was younger than him, maybe heroes are such stupid people.

"Hey, hey..."

Trying to let out an ugly laugh to ease the awkward atmosphere, Jerome reached out to pat Senior's shoulder, only to find that his face turned ugly for a moment.

Boom Boom!

A terrifying explosion sounded behind him, and he didn't even need to look at it, the air wave lifted him to the ground, and the skyrocketing fire spread out, and his vision was blurred.

"Danger!" "What's going on?!" "Extinguish the fire! The deck exploded! ”

"Wait, what is this?" "No!"

Loud sounds accompanied by screams, the deck shook violently, and he fell to the ground, shaking his confused head in an attempt to get to his feet.

A hand grabbed him.

Suddenly, the blurred vision cleared, and Jerome saw a scene he would never forget.

There was a hole in the fire-filled deck, and a considerable number of Fallen Demons poured out of it, chanting "Lacanihu".

In front of him, Seniors gently ripped off the gray cloak on his body, revealing his scarred body, and the sword in his hand turned into a streamer in an instant, quickly attacking the first few Sinking Demons.

The demon, which even a powerful knight could not deal with, was cut off by a sharp blade in a single shot, and blood splattered.