adventurer killer

As a deceased person, when Gao Jin stepped into the gate of the underground palace that seemed to be attached to the side of the cliff, his steps were extremely heavy.

He was almost about to experience a second death, and after he admitted that he had obtained the passive talent of immunity to holy light, he felt a little excited.

"Obviously, I am special. When those poor undead have no way to escape the burning of the holy light, I can survive, which just shows that my existence is unique."

Gao Jin stepped on the extremely slippery granular dust under his feet, and every particle of them seemed to be howling fiercely.

Gao Jin's third brigade completed the task of guarding the gate of the underground palace.

"However, they are too vulnerable to the Holy Light, which is indeed a big problem."

Before entering the underground palace, he looked back at the open corridor of the big hole.

This passage, which used to be convenient for the descendants of the mad king to come to worship, has become a natural moat to prevent adventurers from visiting, and the traps laid by the predecessors are still very effective.

A column of skeleton soldiers just passed by him and dragged back the bodies of the two sad lovers, and then specially found a chain for a skeleton soldier to go down into the trap to retrieve the corpses.

This whole conscious behavior proves that in Leoric's underground palace, there are other intelligent undead different from Sunan Kerr, capable enough to monitor everything that happens in front of the gate.

When Gao Jin was thinking this way, a purple photoelectric pattern suddenly appeared in the empty place in front of his eyes.

Cross-shaped lightning tore through the air, and a big eye suddenly appeared.

It was indeed a big eyeball, and Gao Jin looked at each other as soon as he came out.

The shape of the eyeball is similar to that of the ancient god C'Thun, and the base covered with eye stalks is constantly wriggling, which is quite creepy.

On the base is the body of the slightly closed eyeball.

Its body is purple, its iris is translucent, and its pupils are vertically elongated. It emits a pale yellow cold light that ignores life. It is three to five meters high overall.

"If possible, I really want to take a picture of it. This can be said to be the most like the old dominator in the world." Gao Jin opened his jaw slightly.

Two dots of cold light instead of pupils focused on Gao Jin speciously, which can be said to be the most contemptuous contempt, but Gao Jin is not so easy to get angry.

Especially when facing these ancient gods with a long history, he didn't feel any discomfort, but stared at them fascinatedly, as if seeing Mickey Mouse in Disneyland.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just gone through a bloody battle and knew that this dark world was real, he might really have stepped forward and touched the tentacles on the pedestal.

They flicked and swayed, waved one after another, and rose and fell like wheat waves. Their movements were full of beauty but contained extreme danger. They were the hardest-core intelligent organisms.

Before Gao Jin began to guess its purpose, the eyeball creature that suddenly appeared, or a C'Thun-like creature, cast a light from its eyelids.

With the appearance of light, the chaotic and loud voice was produced by its vocal organs, which was more empty and empty than Sunan Kerr's voice to Gao Jin.

[It's time to reward meritorious deeds. ] said the voice.

Its indifferent eyes also swam towards the ground, and fixed on the newly formed treasure box in front of Gao Jin.

The shape of the treasure box is full of strange colors. It is made of some kind of unknown purple jade. It is square, covered with horrible patterns of weeping eyes, and has an upward horn.

"Why does it feel like deja vu? But I can't think of where I saw it?" People who dabble in Cheetos are not omnipotent, and sometimes it is inevitable that they will be distressed by entangled memories.

But when Gao Jin peered further under the horn, he was startled by Bao He's eyeballs opening suddenly.

That way, he didn't have to dig deep into his memory to know what it was.

"I guess I should roll the dice?"

Gao Jin concentrated and tried to use [Intention] to ask the eyeball on the pedestal, but unfortunately the other party only gave him a look overlooking the garbage, and then disappeared suddenly.

When it comes, it becomes a ray of light, and when it disappears, it seems to crawl along the space-time tunnel to the place where the ancient gods live.

Gao Jin understood very well, why did this thing treat him with arrogance?

In the final analysis, Diablo is a typical ancient god. He cannot be completely killed. After destroying the body, a soul stone is left behind, and the soul stone cannot be destroyed by any weapon.

This level of ancient gods is much more advanced than the spiritual gods of Sarnaga, which cannot be realized without the material support of the world, and the horses who serve him can imagine how strong they are.

How could his cavalry look at a skeleton soldier differently?

But there is no doubt that this Leoric underground palace is a facility, or an industry, managed by the ancient gods.

base?

The dark essence of Diablo affected the mad king, and the mad king affected the entire tomb group, so the skeleton soldiers should also rely on the mysterious and infinite existence of the ancient gods.

After Gao Jin defeated the two high-level adventurers, it was easy to understand that the generous and generous ancient gods threw condolences from the void plane.

Now, the reason why he couldn't distinguish what appeared in front of him was because it crossed the game culture and made people unable to react.

But it's much better now. Gao Jin roughly understands the basic elements of the game world, and it doesn't just incorporate the big pineapple game background.

This point can be seen from the original version of the BUG product, to the appearance of the magician profession among paladins and barbarians.

Its composition was chaotic as a whole, shuffling all the world backgrounds he knew that might be related to the ancient gods on a card table.

As for what the outside looks like, Gao Jin, who has not walked out of the underground palace, does not know, but there is no doubt that the eyeball box that is staring at it is called the Yogg-Saron decryption box.

After confirming that the game experience can be applied in this world, Gao Jin thought that although this thing looked rather primitive and hideous, it would not cause any harm to him, so he squatted down.

And the eyeballs on the box also followed his squatting movements, lowered their gaze height, and even kept their eye level with him.

A skeleton soldier, a box the size of a human head.

They maintained a silent stalemate, and after 2 minutes, the Yogg-Saron decryption box suddenly jumped up excitedly, and stood on the ground with one corner.

[Hello!Bones boy!It's time for the lottery.You, Uncle Yogg-Saron, have been waiting impatiently! ]

The voice of this box creature was haughty and high-pitched, but the volume was very low, like a fly buzzing.

Gao Jin thinks it should be consistent with the description of the game props, and it is a magic box that babbles and encourages people to convert to the "Gashum religion".

Its voice can only be heard by creatures affected by it, but now it is another thing it said, referring to Gao Jin getting the rights that a time traveler should have.

lottery?

"It's still the system flow. Slow down, is it time for me to transfer?" Gao Jin rubbed his smooth finger bones, making a "rustling" friction sound.

[Hello!idiot!I mean you!Although low-level undead like you can't speak, you still have the ability to execute!hurry up!hurry up! ]

"But, how should I draw a lottery? In Shankou Mountain, you are a toy made up of archaeological fragments, and you can only recite the demagogic sayings of the God of God from time to time." Gao Jin cursed.

The magic box creature with a high-pitched voice that resembled a goblin suddenly froze for a moment, then shook the horns that made it stand, and jumped around in circles.

After it circled around the half-squatting skeleton soldiers, a high-pitched voice came from behind Gao Jin.

[You actually know the Cult of Gaxium? !Do you think the Old Gods exist? ]

"Of course it exists." Gao Jin shrugged his shoulders, looking from the perspective of the magic box, it seemed that the skeleton soldier's cervical spine was uncomfortable and he was doing shoulder lifting exercises.

[ha!interesting!Bone boy, from the point that you know how to use the traps in the underground palace, Lao Tzu's boss thinks you are not a thing in the pool! ]

The magic box jumped in front of him happily, and then rolled twice because of its unstable footing, pressing the side with its eyes open to the ground.

[Help me up quickly!I can't see the way! ]

Gao Jin didn't intend to get acquainted with this noisy ghost, anyway, it was just a clown-like existence, so he picked it up by its horns.

Unexpectedly, the horn was a very sensitive part of it. After being pulled by Gao Jin, it became much stronger, and at the same time, this thing that called itself "Lao Tzu" was so comfortable that it screamed.

If Gao Jin had any shame, he would definitely turn pale by now, because he knew what it was, it was the reproductive organ of the magic box, and it had the same nature as the tentacles.

In time, this magic box is very likely to evolve into a complete body of its kind, not just a thing like an engine box, and there will be countless horns like this.

[Bai, Bone Boy, please help me scratch my itch again! ]

The magic box shouted shamelessly that it must have no concept of honor or disgrace, but Gao Jin would not satisfy his request.

"Let's get down to business, I should return to Mr. Sunan Kerr. You have already delayed me a lot of time." Gao Jin clapped his hands and stood up.

If there was a sink next to him, Gao Jin would definitely get some soap to wash his hands without saying a word.

[Oh yes, it's a lottery!You've just been done. ] Between the long and narrow eyelids of the magic box, there was a cunning scarlet light.

"Does it mean pulling your horn?"

[fool!What horns!It's the number I showed on it! ] The magic box screamed at the top of its lungs.

Gao Jin looked at him suspiciously.

[It's the points that were exposed when I fell down just now!Didn't you notice? ! ]

Gao Jin shook his head, he realized what the magic box was talking about, but it is also true that he did not remember the points just now.

[well. ] The magic box sighed, straightened its body, the brilliance in the eyeballs gradually went out, and suddenly closed.

[Next time, when drawing a lottery, hold Lao Tzu and dice on the ground!Do you understand?Fool. ]

Then the magic box quickly collapsed into a plane, like an unfolded express carton, and the same old mechanical structure remained in the center.

The mechanical structure is somewhat similar to a steam engine, and there may be more bearings and cylinders used, full of the steampunk style in the fantasy world.

From such a distance, Gao Jin could smell the strong smell of engine oil that was less than one meter high and half a meter wide.

"What is this thing?" Gao Jin bent over to explore its top. There is a mirror on the top of the machine for reflection.

Through the fuzzy brass color in the mirror, he noticed that his skeletal appearance was being refracted to various places inside the machine through many mirrors.