adventurer killer

"Is there some unknown reason? It's really a far-fetched reason."

In a world where only undead exist, the reason is far-fetched.

Gao Jin looked at the two poor people on the floor. Interestingly, as he had never killed a fish in his previous life, he didn't feel a trace of fear or self-blame in his heart.

"Overcoming fear is turning my heart into a solid one, which is an uncomfortable transformation, but it is necessary to survive in a world made of dark elements."

Gao Jin turned around, raised his eye holes with swaying red candles slightly, and he found that the barbarian named Pino was staring at him through gritted teeth as if he had revenge on him for killing his father.

The distance between the two of them was only about twenty meters. It was obvious that Pino jumped from the gate of the underground palace after being stiff for three seconds caused by the fearless ring of fire.

He had just tried his best to attack Da'ao Gao Jin before his friend the paladin was attacked by the skeleton soldiers, but an unfortunate thing happened suddenly.

A cloud of lead-gray metal charged obliquely from behind the paladin. At that moment, Pino finally realized the horror of Jordan's staff.

The magnetic magic stone absorbs metal energy, and then traces the metal energy, causing an irresistible explosion damage to enemies in heavy armor, and leaving behind the risk of heavy metal distortion.

"No, no, no, holy light! Please open your eyes! What did I see? Is it a skeleton soldier who sanctioned a paladin?!" Pino stood there and witnessed the whole thing.

The cognitive shock he received was also caught off guard. Although he is not a believer in the Holy Light, he has developed the habit of talking about the Holy Light after years of adventures with Libo as his partner.

For example, when he was drunk, he would make jokes about Libo: "I said, Libo, your god is Holy Light, does it mind if the believers are not Puritans?"

Libo would pat his chest with a blushing face and assure him: "We live in poverty, except for the maintenance of our armor and weapons, we live no differently from ascetic monks..."

He hiccupped and looked towards the center of the tavern.

The fireplace of the tavern was still burning brightly then, and his love was not far from the fire, dancing a vulgar dance with a group of dwarf women.

Li Bo frowned. He didn't like her dancing this kind of dance from the bottom of his heart, so his tone became unpleasant: "Except for wine, it's not in the category of luxury goods."

"Holy light is allowed." He drank a whole glass of red sorghum wine.

This wine is indeed not a luxury product, no matter how purified it is, the wine will inevitably be mixed with the rough taste of sorghum.

Every time they go out for an adventure, the first thing they have to do after receiving the mission from the Adventurer's Guild is to go to the [Depraved Tobacco Developer] in Tristram to drink some strong wine.

A very strange name. Libo said that the owner of this tavern used to be a shredded tobacco seller. Later, the undead ravaged Kanduras, and all his tobacco fields were taken over by ghouls.

Before Libo found Pino, he took on a task of cleaning up ghouls alone, which was issued by the shop owner, and he completed this task without any difficulty.

As a result, he discovered a problem, that is, every time he went to the Adventurer's Guild to pick up a quest, he would still see the quest contract posted on the board, marked "long-term valid".

Pino was the second person to discover this problem. Standing by the signboard, he said to the young man beside him with hot eyes and sunken cheeks showing heavy disappointment: "This work is endless."

"Yes, endlessly, I don't even remember how many people came to take up this task." The knight who held the helmet of the novice saint between his elbows shrugged and said boredly.

He turned around and pointed to the people who were going to the counter to collect their rewards. Pino looked along his fingertips, and the rewards he received were always a bag of gold coins: "My name is Libo, what about you?"

"My name is Nino, and I'm a berserker." He stretched out his strong hand covered with mane as he spoke. Of course, Libo's hand didn't look like a face, and the side holding the sword was also covered with thick calluses.

"That flustered little girl is messing with me. She is a magician."

It seemed that he was not referring to the person who was going to get paid, but the little girl who wanted to jump in line.

Relying on her small size, she was scurrying around in the task handover queue composed of many big men, but was pushed back and forth, and the contract in her hand waved like a magic carrier pigeon.

After Li Bo introduced the little magician named Jasmine from a long distance, he gently put down his hands and joined the barbarian's. That was the scene when the two met for the first time.

Since then, Libo has given up his small-time adventure career. He likes to go hunting in the wilderness where wild ghosts are rampant in the middle of the night, dancing with a big pestle.

The two of them will form a subtle formation, protect Jasmine in the middle, and give her a little chance to play the side drum, and then she only needs to be responsible for cleaning up the monster corpses.

The reputation of the pestle and the broad ax became more and more famous. After clearing out several skeleton strongholds, someone approached them when planning to siege Leoric's underground palace half a year ago.

As a result, his friend Libo spent all his money to make a set of Violet Resentment, saying that he wanted to arm himself to the teeth, and he also inlaid magic crystal canines on Cohen the Slayer.

Libo told him that when he came back, he would make an exception and use the treasure in the underground palace to hold a grand wedding for him and Jasmine, which might break his Puritan precepts.

Nino was determined to be his best man, and then this kind of thing, in this damn place, completely cut off life.

Nino's mind was in a mess. The thing people fear the most is that things go beyond imagination, beyond understanding and common sense.

"He might know how to think."

His hand holding the ax trembled faintly, and at a distance of 20 meters, he restrained the urge to hit the opponent with a fearless ring of fire.

"Frozen for too long."

After Libo threw the Holy Pestle of Light, he had to wait two seconds for the weapon to return, and his jump would directly cause muscle tension for three seconds.

Nino's breathing became short of breath. He let out a low breath from his nostrils, lowered his body, and shielded Cohen the Slayer in front of his eyes, staring at the skeleton soldier vigilantly.

And Gao Jin was still lingering in the aftertaste of the paladin's death, and it was difficult to calm down. The inexplicable smell made the skeleton soldier hang down the big claw quite sentimentally.

Time passed by every minute, and the barbarians and the skeleton soldiers competed for the patience of who would strike first.

The flame of vengeance throbbed like a drum in Nino's chest, beating non-stop.

In his eyes, the skeleton soldiers seemed to have lost control of their souls, which weakened Nino's psychological panic caused by his friend's untimely death.

"This skeleton soldier named Da'ao, his limbs were polluted by the essence of the demon king, so his combat response is outstanding." Nino thought secretly as he looked at the white bones opposite him.

The reason why he could see the other party's name and which level of necromancer the other party belonged to was because Nino had several conjurer friends who made scrolls in the Adventurer's Guild.

There are many identification categories in the scroll. In addition to identifying artifacts, there are also those that identify the opponent’s magic and the type of opponent’s armor. In short, the scroll can help you do various things.

Nino held a ball of ashes in his hand, which was left by an appraisal scroll worth 150 Tristram gold coins. The effect it brought was to display the opponent's information.

A name/nickname it has in the world, and a special ability it possesses can all be identified by this scroll. Now, Nino has obtained the information he most wanted.

This news made Nino grit his teeth in grief: "Libo, my friend, we have all fallen into the tricks of this monster! We shouldn't both fight!"

The face of the barbarian who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world with knives and axes also showed a slight sadness: "When we adventurers compete, some people will cheat skills."

"You should know, the kind of person who cheats skills, it knows what skills we will use to deal with him from the beginning, because it has a scroll like me."

Although the magic sword and the magic stone stuck on his friend's body have lost their former glory, it still represents the identity of the deceased owner, a conjurer.

"This is a skeleton soldier named Da'ao. Its profession is a conjurer. It protected itself with a scroll against the holy light, and analyzed the two of us with an identification scroll."

"I absolutely do not believe that it has a flesh and blood soul. It is only acting according to the memory instinct left by its poor soul. We are too hasty!"

The Savage jumped to his feet.

His hatred, his pain, his despicable fantasies of surpassing his eternally superior friend all contributed to his furious shrinking of the last twenty meters.

He didn't use the Storm of Rage, and he didn't use the Ring of Dreadnought, because Nino was sure that the skeleton soldiers on the opposite side had lost all their tricks.

That scum would never be able to use the spell again in front of him, a rune barbarian, and he himself was not a believer in the Holy Light.

He does not need to use the holy light, he will use the killing wind that the barbarians are proud of, to sweep towards the skeleton soldier, and use the indestructible physical impact to crush it to ashes!

Thinking of this, the pain of the death of friends and lovers suddenly emptied from his heart, and the fighting demands that could almost swallow everything, as well as the instinct to surpass adventure experience were aroused.

The expression on the barbarian's face and dancing limbs followed the silver hook and iron painting drawn by Cohen the Slayer, chopping waves, smashing all the existence on the 20-meter path.

Boom boom boom!

The burial pits next to the corridor of the underground palace cracked layer by layer. They shattered into countless rolling stones and fell to the middle of the corridor, rushing towards Gao Jin, who bowed his head in meditation.

Around the barbarian, there is always a layer of blood-red mask, which is the special effect of physical defense brought about by his professional talent [Slaughtering Prestige].

All the flying stones were quickly chopped into powder in front of this layer of light shield, and the sky full of stones also blocked all the escape routes of the skeleton soldiers.

The barbarian laughed wildly and swam forward with his axe. The sweeping range of Cohen the Slayer was particularly impressive. At this time, he was less than two feet away from the skeleton soldier.

"For Libo, for Jasmine, and for myself! You rubbish that polluted the Kanduras land, let's bury it!"

He raised the giant ax to the highest point, the crazy expression on his face, bloodthirsty and terrifying in his ferociousness, and the wild hair on his sideburns made him completely a majestic person.

But his killing prestige was the first to alert him to something wrong.

At this time, the mask is emitting light with the same temperament as its owner, flowing in the ruins of the destroyed corridor.

It seems to want to warn all those who approach, the fact that they will die if touched.

However, when the light shrouded the skeleton soldier's body, it faintly revealed his slightly slanted jaw.

"Barbarian, you are going to be disappointed."

The skeleton soldier calmly said a word amidst such a fierce and exciting tide of stones in the corridor.

Those words were like a heavy hammer, giving the Savage a deep push.

His figure stopped immediately, and at a very fast speed, a red light was drawn and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the flesh came into contact with the iron rod, and the sound of tearing cloth pierced by the latter disappeared in the corridor together with the sound of falling stones.

Gao Jin lifted the soles of his feet and jumped over a dark floor defect, where the burly corpse of the barbarian was continuously spurting blood.

After a person dies, the blood is still spraying, because he has a big body, the blood reserve must be larger than ordinary people, and the spraying time will be longer.

But Gao Jin might not have noticed that a vulture inlaid with purple magic stone eyes flew up from behind the statues of death angels lined up on the dome of the corridor.