Nania stopped talking, perhaps the Lord of Perdition had another purpose in saving her.

But...

The white marble of the memory covered the floor, the golden trim climbed the ornate steps, and the three-colored flowers were held in the hands of the handsome knight.

"Nania Sibet."

The blonde knight's slightly proud voice trembled slightly, "May I ask what is the standard in your heart?" ”

At that time, she smiled in the face of such a question.

Memories were discontinued.

She didn't understand why she remembered it, maybe it was gratitude to the Lord of Perdition for saving her life, or something else.

Nania has always been a clear-headed, decisive Westmar knight, and has lived to the credo of planning before acting.

Now, the confusion overwhelms her.

"You'll need to sleep a little longer."

Tang Ze couldn't see Nania's expression, and as he spoke, the dark green armor gushed out magic patterns, and dark green light flew towards her place.

"Wait, I..."

Nania's eyes widened slightly, and she reached out to block the incoming light.

I'm going to talk to you, Sinking Lord.

Maybe it's not the time to say that yet.

The green light flickered, and the heavy sleepiness made her close her eyelids, plop, and collapse back onto the jumper's back.

At the same time, black flames poured out from the shadows of the treetops, which quickly coalesced and formed, and a staff stretched out.

This is the [Oni Yat] who has returned.

Tang Ze appreciated the silence of these wise servants, which was also a manifestation of loyalty.

"Do you think I should keep her?"

Tang Ze asked the Dark Gold Banishee beside him disappreciably, wanting to hear its opinion.

"No one can sway your great will, honorable master."

[Oni Yat] replied without thinking, burying his head very low, "Only you can judge whether it is good or bad, and no one else is qualified." And we, will definitely follow it. ”

It's very pertinent and clever.

"She's always in front of me, and it's funny."

For various reasons, he decided to keep Naniya.

As he spoke, Tang Ze glanced at the quiet monster minions around him, and motioned for the jumpers under him to set off towards Karagre.

"Tell us about your findings."

"Yes, master."

After [Ghost Yate] entered Karagre, he quickly confirmed that there were no black-robed people here.

But the black-robed man had been here, and had left a clear mark of magic. After analysis, it was found that they had left three days earlier.

It was a matter of the morning to destroy the stronghold of the black-robed people in the village group, so it can be seen that the black-robed people who came to Karagre should have left for other reasons.

Tang Zehe [Ghost Yat] discussed and decided to search in detail for any traces of the black-robed people in Callagri Town.

However, there was a bit of an accident while crossing the wet meadows next to the lake.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Several dark green shadows leaped out from under the surface of the lake, covered with rotting reeds, and they were mutant water corpses that attacked living creatures when they saw them.

Tang Ze didn't look at it, the sand knights around him danced with sword light, and the water corpses turned into pieces of red water in the blink of an eye.

The blood-stained sharp knife was withdrawn, and Tang Ze rode the jumper forward, looking away from the gaze that had rested on the water corpse.

"There are many types of carrion, and they will undergo some adaptation changes due to the environment."

[Oni Yat] explained appropriately, following in the footsteps of the jumper.

It's easy to guess.

Some tried to jump into the water to escape the ubiquitous green mist, but ended up suffocating inside, turning into water corpses as the lake became polluted.

This is very ecological, Tang Ze thought, and looked into the distance.

There are some monsters that have noticed this.

A few red-eyed crows from the high eaves rose into the air and were flying towards him, but they had slipped out less than half a meter, and the rapid lightning burned them to the ground.

Spikes.

The flapping of the wings approached.

Watching the crow fall with green smoke, the scarab beetle looked away and continued to fly into the distance.

His monster forces were already taking over control of Karagre, in a matter of seconds.

The carrion on the streets, the crows on the eaves, and the black worm nests were soon torn to pieces by the scarabs, screaming and turning to charred ashes.

It was a smooth walk to the door of Callagri with a panoramic view of the town.

"It seems that it will be easy to control Calagre, in that case, I want you to command them and speed up the gathering of information."

Tang Ze's tone was calm, and he instructed [Ghost Yat], "After gathering information, report back to me in the church in Callagre." ”

Then, he reversed the direction of the jumper beneath him, and the head of the massive mount smashed directly into the low dirt wall that blocked the way, crushing the cobblestone of the street, and moving towards the church at the end.

“...”

[Ghost Yat] and a group of monsters were silent, kneeling respectfully, not looking at Tang Ze's back, and then quickly dispersed, running around Karagre.

Soon.

The dark church door was shattered, the smell of rot spread, and several of the carrion corpses inside opened their eyes, only to be greeted by the jaws of the jumper.

There was a clatter, a foul clatter, a c

“...”

Tang Ze placed Nania on the side of the jumper's lap, and the green light flashed in his eyes, reflecting his sleeping appearance.

He remembered now that Nania was one of the two professionals who had attacked the Fallen Demon camp in the first place, and the fire had stained the night red.

Since then, he has experienced a lot, grown a lot, and is no longer the timid demon of destruction.

In front of Nania, her brown hair has become longer and she is much more depressed, but she doesn't see any change other than that.

"Blood Wasteland, Old Wizard, Pupil Stone Tree, Professional, Black Wasteland, Monastery Church, Andariel."

Recalling the previous events with his current attitude, Tang Ze felt a little emotional, many things have become different.

Take the issue of opportunity, for example.

Had it not been for Naniya and another professional attacking the Fallen Demon Camp, he might not have been able to break free from his shackles of belonging to get to where he is today.

And about revenge, it's different.

Now he saw clearly that it was the position and the fate that killed the old wizard, not only Nanya, but any powerful professional could do it.

According to the progress of Diablo 2, the Blood Wasteland will eventually be liberated, and some things will be difficult to change.

There is no point in killing Nania right now, that would be naïve.

The best reward for the old wizard may only be to establish a similar Sinking Demon Camp after conquering the human continent.

"Maybe it's the only time I've made an exception."

Tang Ze stared at Nania's sleeping face, "You're lucky. ”

He decided to become a ruler instead of a crazy demon king who only knew how to plunder and kill.

And what had been warning him about this could remind him of the past, and the female assassin in front of him could use it.

There's a little bit of memorialism, and maybe something else.

That's why Naniya stayed.

Recalling [Ghost Yate]'s words, Tang Ze didn't continue to think about it, no matter what, these questions are a bit mysterious and not suitable for further study.