Diablo traveled through time and became a necromancer

As soon as Wu Ye stepped out of the shabby house filled with the mixed smell of bloody magic circles and cheap beer, the respectful look on his face instantly collapsed into a bitter face, and he grinned silently at the air: "Old drunkard! You didn't even approve the food expenses when I asked someone to run errands! I'd rather sting you to death!" Although he complained, he knew very well the priority of Kasha's tasks.

The waves of Kurast could only be put aside for the time being. The most urgent thing was to fill his stomach. "Starving to death is a small matter, but gnawing on tree bark in front of skeleton soldiers is a big shame!" He muttered, and walked firmly towards the market of Rogge Camp.

As a newly appointed elder, Wu Ye's "reputation" was quite effective with the Rogge aunts. He moved between the stalls with familiarity and a clear goal.

I bought all the vegetables and fruits that I like, as well as some beef, pork, and mutton. After all, I can cook for myself on the road.

Wu Ye wandered around the Rogge Market, pointing at various ingredients: "This, this, and that, pack them all for me!"

The vegetable seller smiled as she packed fresh vegetables: "Elder, do you have a good appetite today?"

"Of course," Wu Ye smiled and talked to the aunt. After all, most adventurers were too murderous and didn't like to communicate with others, except for Thor and his friends.

"This is a long journey, so we need to be well prepared."

He bought a lot of food: fresh bread, cured ham, various seasonal vegetables, and even a few bottles of fine wine from a traveling merchant, which was said to be from Westmarch. He put everything directly into his backpack.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice called out to him: "Elder Wu! Wait a moment!"

Wu Ye turned around and saw little Amy, wearing a tight leather outfit, running towards him.

"This is what Lady Kasha asked me to give to you," Little Amy handed over the package, "saying you might need it."

Wu Ye curiously opened the package, revealing a set of exquisite portable cooking utensils and several cookbooks. "This old drunkard... would she give me something like this?"

Little Amy seemed to suddenly think of something and said, "Actually... this was given to me by Miss Vera, Lady Tokasha. She said she bought it from a vendor in Lugain, and they say the food is quite delicious. I'd like you to learn how to make it and make it for her and Leah when you have the chance."

Wu Ye's expression softened instantly. Vera and Leah were still waiting for him in Lugain, and thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency to return home. But Kasha's mission had to be completed first.

"Thank them for me," Wu Ye carefully put away the package, "I will complete the task and come back as soon as possible."

(Little Amy is a professional in Rogge who is responsible for delivering messages or tasks. Of course, she is just one of them.)

After watching Little Amy walk away, Wu Ye turned and walked towards the teleportation array. He glanced at the map and saw that Westmarch was actually to the left of Tristram. It was a coastal city, but this mission shouldn't require entering the city. After all, Kasha's outpost could be opened to the main base, right?

With the flash of blue light from the teleportation array, Wu Ye successfully arrived at the rebuilt Tristram. It was more prosperous than the last time the blood moon came. After all, where there are people, everything will be good. The previous Tristram had been lifeless since Diablo destroyed it.

Of course, Lao Li also contributed to the deadness. As the former king of Khanduras, he really has a lot of resentment. After all, there is a saying that "Lao Li's family is full of loyal and brave people."

Walking in the town of Tristram, Wu Ye heard the clanging sounds of the blacksmith shop and the shouts of the workers at work. The town was gradually regaining its former vitality. After King Leoric and Wu Ye had agreed, they had been quiet until now and no problems had occurred. The newcomers were even unaware of King Leoric's existence.

After all, this is Rogge's branch city.

He didn't stay for too long. After all, he just came to Tristram on his way and he didn't have any old acquaintances here, right?

Wu Ye left Tristram, which was under reconstruction, and hurried in the direction of the "Silent Monastery" marked by Kasha on the map.

After marching for four days and four nights, they finally arrived near Branwell before dawn. The wind from the channel carried the smell of blood and rotten earth, making the cloaks flutter.

The outline of Branwell City had emerged on the western skyline. The port city, built on the mountain, looked like a stranded giant beast in the morning mist. The stone-walled and thatched-roofed buildings spread along the mountainside of Westmarch Bay, and the dilapidated breakwater pierced the gray sea like broken fangs.

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"The glory of the whaling industry? Now there are only caravans selling armor..." Wu Ye sneered, thinking of the "Branwell Steel Armor" boasted by the traveling merchants in the tavern of Rogge Camp.

He deliberately avoided the main road and entered a dry riverbed the locals called "Rusty Iron Canyon." Here, dark red gravel covered the ground, and the exposed rock walls were covered with honeycomb-like holes. Legend has it that the blasphemous power of the Bone-Eating Valley once penetrated here, melting the rusted swords and bones of the fallen into a blood-rusty landscape.

As the scorching midday sun scorched the canyon, murderous intent suddenly emerged.

Without warning, three poisoned crossbow bolts shot out from holes in the rock face, striking Wu Ye's back! The skeleton warriors reacted even faster—two skeletons instantly interlocked to block the arrows, the arrows tinkling into his ribs, the corrosive green fluid sizzling. Almost simultaneously, over twenty bandits draped in rags and cloaks burst forth from the sandy ground. Their weapons weren't ordinary swords or axes, but rather hook-and-scythe spears specially crafted by the Branwell blacksmith, their tips entwined with dull rune chains.

"Necromancer?" The one-eyed burly man in the lead smirked and swung his chains. "Lord Thorien is right. The sacred objects of the Bone-Eating Valley really do attract flies!" He stomped the ground hard, a bloody mist rising from his body as he forcibly sucked his two accomplices toward him! Their flesh shrivelled as they screamed, transforming into two living shields covered in squirming blood vessels, emitting a stench that desecrated life.

Wu Ye's pupils suddenly constricted. This unholy art of transforming living people into armor was clearly the signature ability of the Blood Shield Guards under Westmarch's "Butcher General" Thorien! But these men were dressed in rags, more like bandits...

"Skeleton Armor!" Wu Ye shouted, and the moment the bones covered his body, he retreated rapidly. The skeleton warriors whirled into the enemy formation like a whirlwind, their rusted blades slashing against their "living shields" only produced sparks—that layer of flesh was actually harder than steel!

The one-eyed bandit laughed wildly and threw his sickle spear. The chain wrapped around the cervical vertebrae of a skeleton like a poisonous snake: "Tear down these skeletons!" Several bandits immediately pulled the chains. The runes lit up with a dazzling red light, and the skeleton warrior's skeleton groaned under the heavy burden.

The scorching sun in the Rusty Iron Canyon was steaming with the scent of blood. Wu Ye swept his staff across, and a pale bone spear ripped through the air, striking One-Eye's face. "Bone shards!" One-Eye sneered, ducking his head. The two flesh shields behind him exploded. Stained blood mixed with broken bones splattered onto the gravel, hissing. In that moment of distraction, the rune-wrapped giant sword, shrouded in purple-black lightning, had sliced ​​through the gap in One-Eye's left defenses!

The Skeleton Brother's charge came without warning. It was even faster than Wu Ye's bone spear, its skeletal feet tearing deep grooves into the scorching sand. The shriek of the greatsword tearing through the air drowned out the wind as it slashed straight for One-Eye's neck. One-Eye only had time to hide half of his body behind the remaining half of his flesh shield.

"clang--!"

A teeth-grinding sound of metal grinding resounded. The living shield, wrapped in sticky vascular tissue, was crushed inward, and foul-smelling pus spurted from the cracks. Skeleton Brother's greatsword was stuck, and the lightning flashing from the blade followed the veins of the blood vessels and shot up the shield, shocking the squirming flesh violently, but it did not immediately disintegrate. Hidden behind the meat shield, the one-eyed man laughed wildly: "Lord Thorien's blood shield is specifically designed to defeat you bastards!"

Soul fire surged in the hollow sockets of Skeleton Brother's eyes. That wasn't anger, but a colder, more precise hunting will. Facing the barking opponent, it made an almost provocative gesture—the bony wrist gripping the hilt suddenly twisted!

"Swish!" The steel-hard shield was ripped open by the sheer force, a gash so deep it revealed the bone! Pus and blood gushed out like a waterfall. At the very moment of this clash of forces, One-Eye's right hand, hidden beneath the shield, suddenly thrust out! It was a short, dark hooked blade, swirled with a faint green aura. Like a venomous snake, it stabbed back at the joint of Skeleton Brother's right arm and ribs.

Too fast! This was incredibly insidious timing. Skeleton Brother's greatsword was still entangled in the blood shield, seemingly too late to return to defense.

"Zi!"

The hook blade pierced the skeleton fiercely! A piece of tiny bone fragments flew up.

But the skeleton didn't falter in the slightest. It completely ignored the sinister green light that could corrode ordinary bones. Its stabbed right arm seemed unaffected, and its sword-drawing force only grew more violent!

"Crack!" The entire half of the living shield was torn off from the connection of the one-eyed beast, and was thrown out along with the rotten flesh and blood vessels on it, smashing into a pool of disgusting mud on the rock wall.

"How is that possible?!" The one-eyed man's smirk froze, his pupils constricted in disbelief. His hook blade was laced with a blasphemous poison capable of dissolving bone armor!

Skeleton Brother's response was a second, shadowy strike. The giant sword, shrouded in purple lightning, drew a sharp arc of light, using the residual force of the ripped living shield to chase the One-Eye's throat, which was slightly exposed in shock!

The One-Eye cried out, hastily holding the twisted remains of his shield before him, ducking back. The shattered mass of flesh instantly crumbled under the mighty blow of the greatsword, the fel energy contained within uttering a final wail before being completely annihilated. The fierce impact sent the One-Eye stumbling backward, the gravel plowing furrows beneath his feet.

Just as Skeleton Brother completely suppressed One-Eye, forcing him to struggle to parry the giant sword's continuous blows, Wu Ye suddenly swung his sleeves. The cold aura of death spread out from him like a tide.

In the shadowed corners deep in the canyon that were not directly exposed to sunlight, behind the mounds formed by the collapse of the rock wall, and even under the rotten remains of broken limbs thrown down in the previous battle... the ground began to wriggle and bulge strangely!

Bone hands broke out of the ground!

Then came the arm bones, shoulder bones, and skulls! One by one, the pale skeletons rose from this blood-soaked, blasphemous land. The soul fire in their eyes was weak but uniform, as if pulled by an invisible thread.

Twenty, thirty... a full forty! The skeleton army that had just been summoned silently gathered and took shape, like a skeletal army suddenly born from the womb of the earth.

"Go." Wu Ye's eyes swept over the other bandits who were shocked by Brother Skeleton and tried to reorganize their formation to rush forward, and he uttered a word calmly.

There were no roars, no screams. Forty skeletons marched in measured yet swift steps, silently charging towards the encirclement! Their movements were those of highly efficient killing machines—rusted blades slashed at ankles, disrupting balance; broken arm bones, like hammers, crushed knees; and several skeletons, their skin covered in dark calluses (hardened skin), unhesitatingly rammed their bodies into the incoming hooks, creating openings for the others behind them to pierce their hearts!

The canyon instantly transformed into a chaotic meat grinder. The snap of bones breaking, the muffled thud of axes and knives piercing flesh, the dying screams of bandits, the piercing scrape of steel against bone... all these sounds, mixed with the fishy wind, echoed in the narrow space.

The Skeleton Brother turned a deaf ear to the chaos around him, its entire focus locked on the dodging One-Eye. The rune-encrusted greatsword, shrouded in the aura of destruction, seemed an extension of its will. Every strike carried a piercing killing intent, whether it was slashing, sweeping, smashing, or stabbing. The One-Eye was forced to fend for himself with only the remaining half of his shield (more like a hybrid arm armor of flesh and bone) and his hooked blade. With each hard collision, his sturdy arms trembled violently, and his knuckles were already cracked and bleeding.

Sweat mixed with blood streamed down One-Eye's face. He felt like he was facing a tireless, pain-free, skeletal beast, born only to tear its prey apart! Every attempt at a counterattack was interrupted and suppressed by the Skeleton Brother's increasingly ferocious and swift sword strikes. His pride in strength and cunning tactics seemed laughable in the face of this pure and efficient violence. Even more chilling was the familiar, cold...precision that permeated the Skeleton Brother's fighting style. It was as if every movement was calculated to perfection, each sword swing aimed precisely at the weakest point in his defense!

The Skeleton Brother swung his greatsword sideways, a flash of purple lightning, once again tearing through the One-Eye's arm, which was unable to block. Blood splattered on its pale forehead, then was instantly absorbed by the bones and disappeared, leaving only a faint bloodstain.

The one-eyed man howled like a trapped beast.

"My name is Scar-Eye Duke...! Remember this! It was Lord Thorien... who made..." The one-eyed bandit's voice abruptly stopped. His body was completely pierced by the rune-wrapped giant sword, wrapped in deadly purple lightning. The tip of the sword pierced through his back, leaving behind the lingering sound of thunder.

Skeleton Brother's cold finger bones were still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, with no intention of pulling away, as if he was ensuring that every bit of life would be completely crushed by the thunder.

Duke's remaining eye bulged with despair and disbelief, frozen in that final moment. He wanted to say, "Lord Thorien ordered me to stop everyone heading to the monastery," to roar, "You can't escape," but his lungs had been crushed, and only thick blood foam mixed with tiny fragments of internal organs flowed from the corners of his mouth. His massive body twitched twice, and he remained half-kneeling on the sand, relying on the greatsword pierced through him by Brother Skeleton, like a stone sculpture crudely offered to death.