Diablo Destruction

I just saw an enthusiastic reader in the discussion forum saying that the update of this book is slow and the plot is a little delayed. Well, I think it is necessary to clarify this matter.

First, regarding the update issue, we are currently updating 2-3 chapters a day. Yesterday, we updated 5 chapters. Each chapter has about 3,500 words. It should not be considered slow. In the future, I plan to do 2 chapters a day, which is about six chapters, if nothing else happens. , about 7,000 words. Although I can’t say it is fast, it is definitely in line with the average level.

Secondly, regarding the procrastination of the plot, I think this needs to be emphasized. I am a Diablo fan. Although my level is not high and I have never played Battle.net. I have just been messing around in a single player, but this does not erase me. The fact that I am a fan of Darkness is what led me to write this book.

As an author who is a fan of darkness, the setting of this book is that the protagonist travels to the dark world, but I don’t want to mess up some settings like many otherworldly novels and introduce this alternate world in just two strokes.

I like Darkness very much, so I also hope that the world that the protagonist travels to is similar to Darkness. Whether it is the setting or the plot, it can be portrayed more completely. I hope that every individual in it can be portrayed with flesh and blood. I hope that I can So that even those who have never played Diablo can feel the charm of darkness, so in the beginning, I will explain the settings of this world in more detail, and work hard to portray the customs and customs in the Diablo world. I hope What my readers see is a relatively complete dark world, not just a YY novel. So regarding the procrastination of the previous part of the plot, I admit that I am a little annoyed. I also try my best to add some mischief. The plot hopes to make up for this flaw. Maybe some people don't like to read it, but I will insist on writing it like this. This is just the beginning. Soon, everyone will be able to see a magnificent dark world unfolding before their eyes.

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The three people I just pointed out are doing well, and there are many career changers. They only hold a rough wooden stick in their hands, wearing daily clothes and thick leather shoes. It seems that they have not been exposed so far. Give me a piece of equipment, poor kid.

I looked at the job transferees around me with great interest, and those job transferees also looked at me. There were only a few thousand job transferees in the entire Rogge camp. Even if they were not familiar with each other, But they already remembered the face and name clearly, so they all looked at me with suspicion when I showed up as a strange face who was obviously a job changer.

The center of the camp was obviously cleaner and tidier than the one in the west area just now, with polished stone floors and wooden houses that were still shabby but much better than tents. There was also a huge fountain in the center. Sure enough, It's special status and special treatment.

The people walking around in the center are almost all career changers. Over time, this place has been regarded as an exclusive paradise for career changers.

It's not that there is a sign outside saying: "Civilians and dogs are not allowed to enter". Anyone is allowed to come in and out here, but think about the fact that most job transferees are here. You, a civilian, are here. Every time you see a job transferee, To show your humility, I'm afraid you'll be exhausted from nodding and hunching along the way. Besides, there are no things for civilians here. Most of the products sold are travel supplies for career changers, etc. You, a civilian, have nothing to do here. What to do? drink wine? There are many bars in the West End, and the taste is not necessarily worse than this. gain knowledge? Be careful if you encounter a job changer with a bad temper and throw you into the Sinking Devil camp.

Soon, Doug and Geoff stopped at a beautifully decorated wooden house. I looked over my head and saw the sign that said "Roger's Bar." It seemed that this was where Doug meant having a drink. .

Following Rogge and Geoff, they walked inside and heard countless noises immediately. There were crowds of people inside, the heat was overwhelming, there were voices, quarrels, bragging, and roars. The voices in the bar were as loud as the ears. The space is very wide, and you can clearly notice it after staying there for a while. Although it is not separated by walls, it is divided into several areas. The large area that entered the door took up almost three-quarters of the entire bar. Most of the people sitting there were barbarians, and there were also a few more alternative paladins, Amazons and druids mixed in. They drank heavily. Drinking ale, making loud noises, boasting, and arguing. Almost all the noise and chaos in the bar are caused by this area.

There is a small area on the right side of this chaotic area. There are all Paladins, Druids and Amazons sitting there. They are calm and composed. The difference is that when they discuss, the Paladins always bring a trace of rigor and the Druids is gentle, Amazon is indifferent.

The innermost part of the bar is a paradise for mages (necromancers and wizards) and assassins. Assassins like to live behind the shadows, so this corner is naturally their best choice, while mages are silent and wise. , always like to think, and the occasional communication always involves academic knowledge. This quiet corner is also the most suitable place for them.

"Oh, damn it, is today the birthday of God? Why are there so many people?" Doug and Geoff frowned and said. At this time, the entire bar was almost full of people.

In the end, Doug and Geoff managed to squeeze out a few empty seats in the first area with their own physical strength. At the same time, they waved to me kindly. I immediately shook my head, joking, I didn’t like to go there in the original world. The reason for the bar is because it is too noisy, and now I have to sit next to Doug with a loud voice. Unless I am crazy.

Seeing my refusal, Doug didn't care. He turned around and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the nearby topics. After a while, he found the insertion point and immediately started discussing loudly with another barbarian. His loud voice burst out , it really beat the crowd, just like putting a high-power speaker in this place where the decibel level was seriously exceeded. I was secretly glad that I didn't get dizzy and leaned in.

It seems that the second area is where I should stay. Those polite paladins will definitely not refuse my request. More importantly, there are also old colleagues, druids. Maybe I can learn from them. Order something.

I took the initiative to turn to the right, but was quickly disappointed. There was no room here either. I couldn't be as shameless as the barbarian brothers and squeezed in to share a chair with others. I sighed helplessly. I wanted to leave this smoky place, but I didn't know where to go at the moment, so I had to focus on the corner, which was the territory of mages and assassins.

I don't like assassins. They give people a too cold feeling. Unless I know them well, I definitely don't want to sit next to them. As for mages, God, do you expect me, a student who graduated from a third-rate university, to be able to compete with them in the arcane arts? Do veteran academics who have been studying the field for more than ten years have anything in common? Those heavenly academic questions are simply more effective than lullabies in my ears.

But now the situation forces me to either leave here or stay with them. Maybe I can also choose to stand here all the time. Tsk, you think I am stupid!

Without even thinking about it (actually I had been standing there thinking like a fool for a long time), I walked towards the innermost part.

When passing through the junction of the second area and the third area, it was obvious that I had penetrated a fragile membrane, and then, as if I suddenly entered another world, the rude and violent voices outside suddenly disappeared.

Among the four mages surrounding the innermost table, the oldest one suddenly turned around and looked at me. Then with a kind smile, he nodded imperceptibly to me before lowering his head. The head continued to be immersed in the topic just now.

It was amazing. I was secretly surprised. This film was obviously the soundproof barrier set up by the old mage just now, so I rushed in rashly and was discovered by him as soon as I touched the barrier.

What surprises me is not the existence of the Silencing Barrier spell. After all, I am not a fool. With thousands of years of history in the Dark Continent, how could it be possible that there are only a few skills and spells in the game? Do you think those mages known as magic madmen are living in vain? Yes?

The reason why I was surprised was because from Lar's mouth, I vaguely understood that in addition to the main skills that a mage can learn after reaching a certain level, any mage who wants to use other skills must have certain skills. Ability is what matters, so the old mage in front of me is either of a very high level, or the research and control of his own spells has reached a considerable level.

Forget it, it's not something I can afford now anyway, and I have no interest in flattering anyone. I looked around and found that there were only 8 tables in total, 4 of which were already occupied by wizards. Although there was room at every table, I wisely chose to ignore them because of the inscrutable way they discussed the issues.

There are two more, with plenty of space, but each has a gloomy skeleton. Oh, no, they are two great necromancers. Look at their gloomy looks, exuding a faint breath of death. , it is obvious that he has not mastered the martial arts. According to Lal, the most powerful necromancer in the legend, wherever he walks, the bones on the ground will become undead, and the corpses will be resurrected into puppets...

I immediately pictured a picture like this in my mind: In a former battlefield, countless corpses and skeletons fell to the ground in unwilling and ferocious postures, rusty weapons were stuck in the ground, and the air was filled with a sense of smell. There was a layer of rotten and bloody smell. At this time, a dark figure came from a distance. He was shrouded in a huge hooded black floor-length cloak. His whole body was surrounded by a layer of black aura. His feet did not touch the ground slowly. Moving slowly, the soil began to loosen as they passed by. One by one, there were pale skeletons, some holding giant axes or long bows. Some were riding ferocious bone horses, wearing strong armor, and some were draped in black. Their robes shone with the light of magic. They slowly climbed up from the soil, straightened up slowly, raised their cold skulls and roared to the sky. After a while, the entire blood-colored soil was covered with white... …

OMG, what a shocking scene that must be. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. It’s so damn awesome. It must be such a character. Even if it were pulled into Star Wars, he could be regarded as the villain's BOSS.

But even if these two necromancers are not good at martial arts, I don't have the habit of eating with them. No one wants to sit next to someone who can always remind me of corpse bones when eating.

Then, there were two assassin uncles sitting on a table. They looked cold and kept away from strangers. They seemed to have noticed my gaze and glanced at me. Their cold eyes looked straight through me, as if they were just looking at me. Seeing the air, he continued to lower his head and discuss something silently.

OMG, this scares me to death. I can’t afford to offend these people.

So I set my sights on the last table.

one person. OK, there’s room!

We're not that old, so we have something in common.

It seems to be a girl, okay, maybe we can have a more in-depth communication.

This table seems to be tailor-made for me, and it also looks like the infatuated beauty who has been looking forward to eight million years for a chance to cross paths with me. Although this situation feels a bit strange, as the saying goes, people are in the world. There are three taboos, the first taboo is children, the second taboo is against monks, and the third taboo is against single women. It is best not to mess with these three types of people, and the young witch in front of me seems to have taken care of two of them.

But at least it’s better than other tables, I thought, and slowly walked forward...