Diablo traveled through time and became a necromancer

Wu Ye, who had a rare good night's sleep in a comfortable environment, got up and saw the High Priest sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, resting (in energy-saving mode), and Skeleton Brother leaning against the wall. He felt a great sense of security. Then, through the glass window, he looked out at Harrogath, which was already bright outside. The snow that had been weighed down on the eaves was being cleared by the residents below. After all, snow could easily collapse the roof. Fortunately, they were all A-frame roofs, not flat roofs.

"Has almost been a year already?"

Before you know it, another year has passed. Without the interference of mobile phones and computers, and without the busyness of work, the only things that have been done are fighting and spending time with family. Time always sneaks away, and you only realize it when you sigh, "Wow, so much time has passed!"

Come to think of it, my children must be several months old by now. It's time to go back and see them. After all, my current fighting power is still not enough to shake the entire world, and there's so little I can do! Even someone as strong as Kasha and Quarkelke can't eliminate the demons remaining in Sanctuary by themselves. Instead, they choose to take a long-term approach, making more people stronger so that everyone can fight against Hell together.

This can also unite the human world, since people of the same kind will put aside their struggles because of the appearance of different kinds.

According to Kasha, mages nowadays have already mastered the ability to completely dispel demonic projections in a certain area, but for the sake of the future growth of Sanctuary, it is better to keep it in reserve, unless it is a place like Tristram that needs to be rebuilt and inhabited, in which case it is necessary to dispel the demonic projections.

At this moment, Wu Ye leaned against the headboard, thinking about things he wouldn't normally consider during adventures. He felt truly powerless about the future.

The world won't change because of me alone; the changes I can make are far too small. But the one thing I'm sure of is that my arrival has made many people remember me, and that's enough for me.

To this day, Wu Ye still can't figure out what exactly was the entity that pulled him into this world. The phrase "This time it's not a game" still frequently comes to mind.

Back then, I was a shut-in who never left the house and lacked exercise. Because the time travel had consumed most of my body's energy, or perhaps the Worldstone had restricted my body's abilities, I fainted in the Blood Wasteland. Luckily, Thor and his friends happened to be passing by and saved me, otherwise the story would have ended there.

I wonder where these guys are adventuring now?

Kurast Port

"Achoo! Damn it! Who's thinking about me?! Or who's cursing me?!" Thor wiped his nose, then secretly wiped the snot off his hand onto Ralph's body.

"Hahaha! Captain Dog, you've caught a cold!" Ralph, walking ahead, was completely oblivious to the 'crystal pendant' Thor had smeared on his leather armor. He continued swaggering along, while Pharah and Heim chuckled beside him.

"I think you're asking for a beating again! I think the spider attack last time was all because of your jinxed mouth!!" Several times, this kid Ralph would say some strange things that would startle people, like, 'It feels so quiet here!' and then a lot of strange arrows would shoot out with a whooshing sound! But luckily, Thor always reacted in time to defend against them.

"What do you know! I'm just reminding you to be careful! You should thank me!" Ralph turned his head, revealing his big teeth, and grinned at Thor and the other two. Farah and Heim looked at him with hopeless expressions, knowing that these two were about to cause trouble again.

"Raff! Look! There's another fallen mage over there who does striptease!" Thor instantly transformed into a master of acting, then pointed to the dock and pretended to stare wide-eyed in surprise at the direction his finger was pointing.

As for Lavrov, whether you say he was cooperating or naive, he actually believed it!

"Where! Where is it!!! Lav, you little... Oh!!! Oh my god!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Thor, in the blink of an eye, completed a powerful skill demonstration: Millennium Kill! He raised his non-smoking finger—the 'spear tip'—and then pretended to blow away the smoke, like a cowboy in the Wild West performing a very cool American Iaijutsu.

Lav, who was lying on the ground convulsing, was so red that he could play the role of the Second Master. He couldn't utter a single word and was rolling around on the ground frantically, clutching his chrysanthemum.

The interaction between the two attracted the attention of many adventurers around them, who looked at them as if they were rare animals. Farah and Heim, on the other hand, had long since run far away, afraid of being recognized as a group.

"Ahem, everyone, please disperse if you're alright! This is performance art, please don't do this. No wild animals were injured in this performance! You can watch with peace of mind." As he spoke, Thor kicked Raff, who was rolling on the ground, but unexpectedly, he kicked Raff's butt instead.

"Sol!!! You fucking bastard! I'm going to shove your ass apart. Swallow!!!" Ralph instantly sprang to his feet! Then his gun shot out like a dragon!

"duang!"

"Aa ...

Thor casually pulled out a very, very small round shield from behind his back, and it was made of fine steel.

"Haha! Didn't expect that, did you! I knew it all along!!" Thor then walked smugly toward the tavern not far ahead.

Farah and Heim were left to clean up the mess, each dragging Ralph along the ground by one side, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

(It's been a long time since I last wrote about these two lovable characters.)

The Witcher team has now made a name for itself in Kurast. When they first arrived in Kurast, they only mentioned Wu Ye briefly, but they didn't expect that people would know about this necromancer from Rogue.

After all, Wu Ye was incredibly active in the defense of Kurast back then. Later, they were amazed that the young man they had casually saved in the Blood Wasteland had achieved so much.

Harrogath

"Boss, two glasses of ale, fill up Old Man Balin's glass!" Wu Ye sat down next to Old Man Balin's favorite spot, looking at Old Man Balin, who had a big smile on his face but a flushed complexion.

"Hahahaha! I knew it, you're something else! Your old man's skills haven't gone to waste. I heard you got the ancestor's approval all by yourself? That's a first-rate honor! So many warriors from different tribes consider that recognition their life's goal. I never expected that an outsider like you would achieve it!" Old Man Balin picked up his mead and drank it down in one gulp, letting out a hearty sigh. He patted Wu Ye sitting next to him, and you could see the word 'gratified' in his eyes.