An extremely faint cracking sound spread through the spacious palace.

A chick bursts out of its shell?

The professionals turned to the hedron where the red-armored barbarian was in surprise and witnessed the scene.

Crush the shell with your will and achieve rebirth.

Will was an intangible thing, but when the cracks spread across the surface of the hedron and the eyes under the red helmets shone brightly, they did feel the pressure.

The tenacious and unyielding will of a small number of human beings has been polished, sharpened, and qualitatively changed.

It is also accumulation, but also transcendence.

Finally...

There was a series of falling sounds, shattered red crystals tumbling to the ground, heavy breath breaking the silence.

"How long?"

It seems that after a long time, the voice is tired and becomes dry.

The red-armored barbarian took off his red helmet, revealing an angular and handsome face, a typical image of a Canduran man, who looked like a standing red lion from a distance. Of course, he was far more fierce than a lion.

"How do you feel about two days?"

The druid, who was a brother, walked briskly closer, staring at the barbarian's familiar face, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're still the same, my brother." ”

However, the barbarian still did not say a word, and his eyes were glazed and a little dull.

But soon, he reacted, with a complicated expression on his face, the interweaving of colors of thought and reminiscence, and a little sadness.

"Yabo New Town, the upper reaches of the Xiliu River... Dead Leaf Tree, I see Maffei's poem... Again..."

For the red-armored barbarian, that memory became a quagmire that bound him.

Layer upon layer of silt, he sank deeper and deeper, and they twisted into various shapes.

Pain, hard to let go, remorse.

However, everyone has such a memory.

A certain trail galloped by mercenaries and bandits may be buried in this kind of sad story.

Luckily, he'd already beaten those and was only repeating it here.

The druid quickly lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, my brother... Nightmares are always hard to face. ”

"Hmm."

The red-armored barbarian nodded calmly, "You're next, I wish I could see you regain your weapon soon." ”

"There are already candidates, but I'll do it as soon as possible."

The druid glanced at the professionals who were walking not far away, and nodded to the red-armored barbarian, which was considered a promise.

"I hope it didn't bother your brother to catch up."

Soon a few barbarians cheekily squeezed over, "Congratulations, how does it feel to reforge your body?" ”

A fellow barbarian professional, the red-armored barbarian has broken through the shackles of hedron with his tenacious will, if he can share the experience of this...

"You made it."

A deep voice approached, and the faces of the barbarians who surrounded him changed, and they immediately retreated, making way for the taller Knight of the Dark Sands, the "Swift Wind Blade".

Not only the barbarians, but also the other professions, as well as the red-armored barbarians themselves, saluted the knights of the Dark Sands.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Surrogate."

"No need to be grateful."

The Knight of the Dark Sands didn't fluctuate in the slightest, "You're on your own. ”

It then aimed the tip of one of its arms at somewhere in the Palace of Blood.

"The person who reforges the body can receive a brand new set of equipment, and the second room has all the pro items collected by the master."

For professionals who use the power of Hradim, it is essential to have the best stats and the best equipment in order to bring out the best in their strength.

However, the equipment of the professionals is too rare to be seen unless it is for the area where the demonic plague is spreading.

Canduras is the most important area for the spread of the demonic plague, but most of the monsters here have been killed or subdued by Tang Ze, so naturally, he has accumulated a large number of professional equipment and props at hand.

From amulets and potion coins, to large dark gold weapons, and even some green suits.

In addition to the wealth accumulated before, and taking over all the wealth that Andariel had placed in the lair, Tang Ze was fully capable of equipping these more than a dozen of the best professionals with the most perfect equipment at this stage.

"The master is really omnipotent."

The red-armored barbarian sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He walked to the second room, where he happened to meet Dorothy coming out of the first room with the bones in her arms.

"Congratulations."

Dorothy didn't show much surprise, politely congratulated, and walked to the location of the Bloody Pool.

The red-armored barbarian nodded, Dorothy was recognized by Tang Ze, the leader of a dozen professionals, and he felt that it was normal for her to become the second person to reforge her body.

At the same time, all professionals know in their hearts that the sooner they reforge their bodies, the sooner they will regain their strength, which means that there are too many things.

Cleverly, Dorothy noticed a flash of ambition in the eyes of the red-armored barbarian. The red-armored barbarians, on the other hand, noticed Dorothy's slight haughtiness.

In a few steps, the figure of the red-armored barbarian completely disappeared from the field of vision of a professional worker.

He stepped into the deep, cavernous room, and a strong smell filled his nostrils, like a fire rushing into his face.

The pain was nothing, he squinted, looking ahead of him in the darkness with no fingers missing.

Before the doubts in my heart surfaced, a little light shot out from all over the cave, and the fiery heat quickly faded away, replaced by a comfortable coldness.

Overwhelmed, rows of shadows gradually became clear.

There are thousands of pieces of rock wall alone, clinging to the rock wall in unimaginable ways.

Armor, leather armor, heavy armor, light armor.

Short swords, long swords, broadswords, greatswords.

Bows, crossbows, knives, guns, spears... It's just too much.

Even he was dizzy when he saw it, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of rings, necklaces, and talismans came into view.

Mountains of gems and pearls?

It is impossible to describe their dazzlingness.

On the other side are gloves, shoulder pads.

On this side is boot armor again, belt... and a row of ornate staffs that gave him a few more glances.

In the course of a few glances, the equipment bloomed in its original color, indicating their class.

Shimmer, blue, golden, dark golden, green, orange.

Rainbow metaphors can't sum up these dazzling brilliance.

Just when the red-armored barbarians were shocked by such a scene.

Ding, the end of the staff struck the rock, and a tall black shadow appeared on the other side of the rock wall, which was a "banished" wearing a black robe and floating strangely.

It is called [Black Touch] and has a level of up to Lv29.

I won't reveal its properties.

As the caretaker and guide of the professional prop room, it is one of the most powerful dark gold monsters that Tang Ze has summoned at this stage.

At the same time, it also possesses the wisdom of a professional and is fluent in human language.

"Professionals, first meeting."

The old man's voice carried a strange power.

"I am the caretaker of this land, and following the orders of my master, you can choose the right thing - at my suggestion."

“...”

The red-armored barbarian raised his eyebrows and didn't say much.

He believed in his own vision more, but the monster in front of him was obviously Tang Ze's servant, and he didn't dare to refuse.