\Diablo: Destruction Chapter 433: Cave. Artifact! !
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Under the leadership of the familiar Oscar. We arrived at a private room at the Bloody Mary bar. This guy was still probing around for a long time. No one who is a spy is as professional as him.
After confirming that there is indeed no one. He just used his great summoning technique.
"Latin. Little Ding. Ding Ding..."
There was a "whoosh" sound. As Finny's tailwalker. Latin responded to the call and appeared before us. The dagger pierced Oscar's butt without hesitation.
Meow~"
Poor little Feeney. The Oscar just started to inhale and gather strength. When he was about to cast the Great Summoning Technique, he had already dived under the table.
Hello. Get under my feet. Do I look like such a secure man? Asshole! Still hugging him? I kick!
"Latin. You stand guard at the door. Don't let anyone hear us."
Oscar greeted Latin mysteriously. This assassin is still so cool. He glanced at the trembling table in disappointment. Just strode towards the door. The door closed with a "bang" sound. I could even imagine him half-leaning against the door. While wiping the weapon. While warning those approaching with half-lidded cold eyes. He is definitely a handsome and cool guy who can make girls from the original world scream.
Talk. Although they are both men. I don't admit it either. Latin does have the potential to be a masonry champion. And infatuated. If Feeney...ahem. God is my witness. I didn't say anything...
"First. Let's introduce ourselves again."
After seeing everyone sit down. Linya and I stood up first. Um. Fini also climbed up from under the table...
"I. Druid Wu Fan. I am also one of the elders of the Adventurer Alliance. I was sent by the Great Elder of Akara. I came to discuss with your dwarf clan..."
In the shocked eyes of the three Oscars. I continued to hold Linya’s little hand next to me.
"She is Linya. Linya. Edward. Springfield. Her grandmother is Lord Raphael. I don't need to introduce you further."
Oscar and the others' eyes had become dull.
What interests me is. I have been secretly watching the expression of the dwarf prince Tualatin. After hearing my identity. There was no change in his expression. On the contrary, it was Linya’s identity. Make him look surprised.
really. Raphael's status in the hearts of the dwarves. Far higher than the elders of the alliance.
"Brother Wu Fan. Are you kidding?"
Oscar looks like a monster. His eyes kept scanning my body. I think it would be better if he wasn't weak. Afraid of being slapped away by me. I guess I have to come up and touch it. Let’s see if I turned into a thousand-year-old monster.
Alliance Elder. Maybe for me. Just a burden. It is no different from the title of "Vegetable Farmer" hanging on the old man selling vegetables on the street. But in the eyes of other adventurers. Still quite mysterious. This is all thanks to the actor-level standards of Akara and others.
Take a look. When I first came to Rogge Camp. They all behaved very seriously (except for the old drunkard). Later, his true colors were revealed (the old drunkard became even worse).
"yawn--"
Over the ground training ground. A huge sneeze sounded.
"You...are you really an alliance elder?"
For these adventurers who belong to the alliance. Once you have the title of elder. The identity immediately changed. now. Even the carefree Oscar. They all showed slightly restrained expressions. Not to mention the two followers behind him.
"I think. We'd better leave first."
Think about it. Oscar said cautiously. After all, it seems that I am negotiating something major with the dwarves on behalf of the alliance. They are an ordinary league job changer. It didn't seem right to stay. No, not to mention Akara and their performance. among other adventurers. The alliance elders are still aloof.
"There's no need to be so polite. This is not like your character Oscar. Besides, it's not a big secret this time." I looked at Oscar with a smile. Then his eyes turned to Tualatin.
Since knowing Linya’s identity. After showing a trace of surprise. There is no change in his eyes. He looks like a troublesome person. Too. A prince of a dignified clan. How could he be a fool? The bigger the fish you catch, the bigger the fish. It becomes even more difficult to pull it ashore.
"You, the Adventurer Alliance, want to come and discuss alliance matters with us?"
Tualatin downed a glass of fruit wine. He said angrily. His face was still red. But the eyes are extremely clear. There is no hint of drunkenness just now.
"That's right. We hope to meet your father. But before that, we must first find your dwarf royal city."
"The dwarf royal city of our clan is not revealed to you humans so easily." Tualatin rubbed his red nose. He said shaking his head.
"However, if she is Lord Raphael's granddaughter, then it will be different. The old man in my family...ahem. Father. But he has always been thinking about Lord Raphael."
&qu;Eh? Is it my imagination? It seems that Tualatin just used a very subtle tone. Said something that shouldn't have been said.
"However, the ancestral teachings stipulate that I cannot easily reveal the location of the Dwarf King's City to you. It's really troublesome."
Tualatin said in a tone that seemed distressed. But there was no trouble in his eyes at all. Instead, he revealed a cunning look. That elated look was too obvious. Even a slow-witted person like me can see that.
"So, Your Highness, I don't know what we have to do to get the qualification to go to the Dwarf King's City? This alliance is of great importance. I am just a little elder. I hope that Your Highness will not ask too difficult questions.
"
I sighed in my heart. I said this. Sure enough, there is still no way to avoid the protagonist’s minimization of everything. What a tragic fate when small things turn into big things. Look at Tualatin. It's worth it. I'm afraid he already has reconsideration in his mind. But this is him. It is impossible to know the location of the dwarf royal city.
but. I also reminded him in language. Business matters. Fan
Too much nonsense. I am the elder of the alliance. This prince's status in the human world is low.
"No, Your Highness. It's awkward. Call me Tualatin. Or Lao Tu."
Tualatin trembled exaggeratedly. It seems that he is extremely disgusted by the title of His Highness. This is just right for my taste. It's awkward for me to scream.
"Don't worry, human. I, Tualatin, am not the kind of person without grace. I just follow the rules of the clan. Dwarves must never reveal the location of the royal city to humans. Even the granddaughter of Raphael. My family... ahem. Father. . I don’t know if you’ll mind. I just need an explanation.”
Tualatin kept shaking his head. He drank all the jar of fruit wine by himself. According to legend, all dwarves are drunkards. It really lives up to its reputation.
So what can you do? "
This guy. I obviously already have the answer in my heart. Also to whet my appetite. He bit his teeth itchingly. I tried my best to smile. I thought if this guy dared to continue hanging. I'll just buy him another glass of milk juice... No. It’s pure milk for babies! !
"It's easy. I already have a plan."
Tualatin probably saw the impatience in my heart. A very sensible slap on the hand.
"I have heard a lot about your name in the Demon Fortress these days. If you really have such strength, my method will not be difficult for you. As long as you prove that you have the courage and courage of a dwarf warrior. Strength. When the time comes, coupled with Lord Raphael’s name, my father will have no excuse to blame me.”
Is it another test of strength? I'm not afraid of this. His brows stretched. I thought carefully about what he said. "Excuse" to blame on me? Could it be that the dwarf king named Muradin? Do you like to find excuses to shame your own son? This... is really a wonderful father-son relationship...
"Tell me. How can I prove myself?"
"Okay. I, Tualatin, like humans who speak cheerfully. I don't know if you have heard of it. Deep in the Plains of Despair. There is a cave connected to the gate of hell..."
Muradin used an exciting tone. It seems to be telling a magnificent and powerful epic. but. The three Oscars on the side suddenly showed strange expressions. It seemed like he was holding back something. Then he was secretly kicked by Tualatin.
certainly. I was concentrating on what Tualatin was saying. I didn't see this quite strange scene.
"According to legend..."
When talking about this. Tualatin suddenly looked mysterious. Put your mouth to my ear. The voice couldn't be any lower.
"There. In the deepest part of the cave. Hidden is a peerless artifact."
"What……?"
My eyes suddenly widened. Artifact. Artifact. Did I hear it right? !
"Shh. Keep your voice down. Not many people know this secret." Tualatin immediately covered my mouth with his hand. His expression was full of solemnity.
"You're kidding. If there really was an artifact there, wouldn't someone have arrived early? Even if I were an idiot who was easily deceived, I would still be able to find the loopholes in Tualatin's words.
"What do you think..."
The dwarf prince showed a disdainful tone. With an expression that says it’s worth it.
"This artifact was created by an outstanding master of our dwarf race. He spent his whole life working hard to build it. He placed the artifact in the deepest part of the cave. He hid it with a mechanism. He claimed that only the bravest and the most powerful. And only warriors who are destined to this artifact can get it. Think about it. A master who can create an artifact. It is not difficult to do this."
I nodded. indeed. Even artifacts can be made. Then create a mechanism to stop everyone. It's definitely not difficult. but. Why are you listening to this story? Is there always a hint of fairy novel in it? Destined person? That's a word reserved for the protagonist.
"So. Over the years, even if a few people knew the news, they went to the cave to try their luck, but they only came back with failure. Until now, the artifact is still there, waiting for those who are destined to explore it."
"Old picture. Have you been there? What's the environment like there?"
I looked at Tualatin with sharp eyes. Trying to find a hint of panic in his eyes. Because if this news is true. He must have looked for it too. Artifact. No one will be unmoved.
"I went. Of course I went. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have this fate." There was no change in Tualatin's eyes. He said calmly.
"Not just me. Even Oscar and the others have been there."
I turned my surprised eyes to the three Oscars. It was as if they were trying to hide something. Nodding vigorously.
"I swear to Bulkesso. We did go to that cave. Searching for artifacts."
Oscar said confidently. A very sincere smile appeared on his face. A mouth of white teeth is even more sparkling.
I nodded. I believe it a bit. Just use the name of Bulcasso. That's even a barbarian who brags no matter how much he usually brags. I can believe what I said.
"I also swear to the ancestors of the dwarves. There are indeed artifacts buried there." Seeing Oscar say this. Tualatin doesn't seem to be far behind. He raised the banner in the name of his ancestors.
"Okay. I believe you are."
I saw both of them swearing solemnly. What else could I have to doubt? Although there is a vague feeling that something is wrong. This feeling. It comes from the two lackeys behind Oscar who are not very good at lying. That weird look.
"But. If I am not the destined person, then what should I use to prove myself?"
"Don't worry about this. Wait for me for two days. I will make something. Then, even if you are not the destined person, there is naturally a way to prove that you have reached the deepest part of the cave. As long as you can get there, then you will be a recognized warrior of the dwarves. ”
Speaking of which. I could only nod in agreement. Look at their expressions. I always felt like there must be a ghost inside. But I can't find where the loophole is. Both of them justified their words with the most convincing oaths. There's no way it's fake
That is to say. There is indeed this cave. This artifact exists.
Think of artifacts. My heart suddenly became excited. Tarasha's Artifact Set. I've seen one of these. The attributes are so powerful that nothing can be said about them. Not worse than my BLG amulet. I don’t know about the artifact in that cave. What attributes will it be?
certainly. As long as it goes with the word "artifact". The level or attributes of the requirements are not low. My BLG bodyguard can only be called an artifact. A large part of the reason is because it is not restricted by hierarchical requirements. Think about it. You can only wear the BLG amulet if it is level 0 or above. |Its value will at least drop a lot. At best, it can only be regarded as a second-rate artifact.
Because Linya didn't like the atmosphere of the bar. So we agreed on a time and place to meet two days later. We just left the bar. Oscar also fed the wine bug in his belly. He happened to be following me along the way. Afraid of leaving me. He was teased by those little brats again.
You Tualatin said. Are they all true? Are there indeed artifacts there? "
Along the way. I still felt uneasy and asked again. no way. Count down the days since you came to Darkness. It seems that I have been fooled hundreds of times by people here. People in other worlds in novels should not all be mentally retarded. Did the protagonist fool you? Why did you change when you came to me?
"Hee. Of course it's true. I swore it to Bulcasso. How can it be false?" As soon as I mentioned it. Oscar seemed to have forgotten even my identity as an elder. He replied with a playful smile.
"It doesn't mean that I don't believe your oath. I feel like there is something in it..."
I was about to attack the two lackeys behind Oscar. See if you can get anything out of them. Suddenly there was a sound of children playing not far away. It made me look over curiously.
A large group of children under the age of ten. They were surrounding a black-robed mage. The most sincere smile appeared on his face.
What surprised me the most. That black-robed mage. There was a faint air of cold death surrounding his body. With a skeletal skeleton beside him. Turns out to be a necromancer?
Necromancer. Always cruel. The representative of coldness and gloom. Although it also belongs to the seven major professions. But not many students are willing to change careers as necromancers. Not just because I have to deal with skeletons all day long. Not liked by others. the most important is. Necromancer is a relatively technical job.
The undead summons they summoned. Don't want to have life and self-awareness like a druid's pet. Can make corresponding actions according to the master's orders. Undead summons summoned by the Necromancer. Each one requires them to set aside a part of their mind to control.
As the summoning level increases. The more undead summons are summoned. The more strands of spirit they have to dedicate to control. Also pay attention to the situation on the battlefield. One can imagine the technology and difficulty involved.
therefore. There are very few students who transfer to the Necromancer profession. among them. Or in the later stage, he could not bear the pain of schizophrenia and died. Or he's a genius.
But no matter what kind of necromancer. They all have one common characteristic. He has a cold and solitary personality. There is always an eerie aura lingering around him. That smell of corpse emanating from the bones. It never seems to wash off. Ordinary people would be horrified when they see it from a distance. Except for his teammates. Not many people want to deal with a necromancer.
So it’s not hard to understand why I’m different now. Representing the cold, cruel and lonely Necromancer. Actually playing with children? This kind of scene. It's almost like the Sinking Demon inviting humans to have a meal together. It makes people scratch their heads at the same time. I felt secretly vigilant in my heart.
But the Necromancer in front of me. After observing for a few times. I showed admiration in my eyes. His ability to manipulate skeletons. It has reached a state of perfection. Said without politeness. Even the necromancers of the second world. It won't be better than him.
The skeleton following him. There is no sluggishness in the movements at all. Like a part of the Necromancer's body. Follow his movements. Or walk. Or jump. The skull's face still giggled from time to time. Make all kinds of scary looking ones. But he does weird things. The children surrounding them burst into laughter.
"who is he?"
I looked slightly sideways. He glanced at Oscar.
"Gadro. Necromancer Rhodes..."
Oscar's tone startled me. because. in his tone. There was no longer the usual boldness or playfulness. What replaced it was a deep, heavy sadness. and two other adventurers behind him. It creates an atmosphere that makes people feel extremely heavy.
It seemed like he asked some questions that he shouldn't have asked.
"But... his skills in manipulating skeletons are very good. He is probably a necromancer in the second world. That's about it." In order to break this heavy atmosphere. I laughed. He spoke.
Unexpectedly. After finishing speaking. The atmosphere became more solemn. It's almost breathless.
"Of course……"
Oscar was silent. It seems that he doesn't want to touch on this topic that is inconsistent with his personality. at this time. The druid behind him spoke first. then. The paladin next to him lowered his head sadly and continued.
"Because that skeleton is his wife."
"Hiss——"
I was suddenly stunned. Linya behind her even took a breath of air. Covering her mouth in disbelief. He stared blankly at the backs of the Necromancer and the Skeleton. in their various funny actions. And the innocent and bright smiles of the children. What kind of sad story is hidden?
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