Diablo Destruction

Ghost Wolf: Level 8 (Level 1 mutation): A mutant creature evolved from long-term battle experience, mutation level one, +20 life, +10% defense, +10% speed, +10% damage, +10% All resistances, 10% chance of tearing when attacking, damage +100%.

Looking at the four ghost wolves whose bodies were obviously larger after the milky white light dissipated, I was filled with comfort. It was not easy, and it was a collective evolution.

But, good now, all four have evolved. Where can we find cannon fodder in the future? My head started to hurt again, and it looked like I would have to rely on the other four crows to act as cannon fodder in the future.

Ah, speaking of crows, I have to mention the lazy crow. It seems that it also emitted a burst of white light just now. It seems that the mutation level has increased, but it is the fault of this unnecessary battle, so to be honest , I really don’t want to waste my feelings on it now.

Crow: Level 8 (level 2 mutation), a mutated creature evolved from long-term battle experience, mutation level level 2, life +15%, defense +15%, flight speed +40%, all resistance +15% , has a greater chance of interrupting the enemy's attack (the chance is related to the enemy's strength), and has a certain low-level wisdom.

Different from the ghost wolves, after the mutation level is increased, the lazy crow's body not only does not become larger, but seems to be a little more petite. Judging from the attributes of this guy, it seems that he is born to be a petty thief. I still hope It will grow bigger and bigger in the future, and finally it can carry me up to the sky! The crow's version of the blue sky dream was shattered. Do I really have to wait until level 80 to learn the druid's ultimate skill - Goshawk Transformation, in order to realize my dream of flying? Level 80 is too far away.

I sighed, even the items and equipment on the floor didn't seem so cute anymore.

First of all, the hammer that I had been thinking about for a long time fell out of Blood Crow's body. Just like the Warrior of the Year Medal that Kasha said, the hammer in the blacksmith's hand is also an item that can be picked up directly and will not disappear with the disappearance of the blacksmith's body.

Horadric Malus (pseudo)

One-handed damage: 6-15

Durability: 1-1

Strength required: 15

Requires Dexterity: 15

Mace Level: Slow Attack Speed

+50% damage to undead

10% of physical attacks converted into fire damage

Provides forging times (1)

By the way, what's going on with that "fake" thing? Uh..., my God, it turns out that even the Dark World is full of pirated copies. I'm desperate...

After putting the hammer away, I rolled my eyes. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the "nine-ring sword" in the hands of the mutated little devil named Maldas had not disappeared. Could it be something special again? I picked it up curiously and saw that, like the hammer, it was another item that did not need to be appraised.

Maldas' large knife

One-handed damage: 1-30

Durability: 30-30

Strength points required: 40

Required level: 10

Control the number of little devils (0/10)

"..."

Is this a shrimp thing? I stared blankly at this broadsword, which was almost a parody. If I judged it literally...

I turned my head and my eyes fell on a few little devils who had followed Maldas. They were cowering in the corner. They looked at me with fear on their faces. How could they have the courage to make a move after witnessing their boss being killed?

How to use this...? It seemed that no relevant skills came to mind, so I could only swing my knife at these little devils without thinking. Unexpectedly, it really worked. These little devils were in a daze for a while, and then they actually ran over respectfully, with flattering looks on their faces. I guess I asked them to kill each other. They don't even frown.

Looking at the attributes again, the number of controlled little demons has become (4/10). I put down the big knife, and they immediately cowered back into the corner, looking scared and confused, as if they were not sure that they had just approached the "devil" The behavior is very confusing.

It’s really a speechless function...

Putting down this mischievous sword for the time being, I took a look at the other items that exploded, and it was a pity. Even though the two mini-bosses exploded, there was still not a single piece of gold equipment inside. It is conceivable how outrageous the violence rate in this world is.

Fortunately, there are several items inside that are no less than golden equipment.

The first is two bottles of rejuvenation potion. Compared to my explosion rate, almost every mini-boss will explode one bottle. I’m used to it...

Then, there is a gem decorated with exquisite and delicate metal patterns. The fiery red gemstone floats quietly in the center of the pattern. It exudes a charm that makes all women crazy about it.

Ivory Soul Jewelry

Items with grooves can be placed

Required level: 16

+8 life

+16 defense

The attributes are very good, and embedding it into armor will definitely increase its value by a level.

There was also a staff that particularly impressed me. I remember when I first met Linya, she was holding an identical staff in her hand. It was like a burning stick with metal skin wrapped on both sides, and then each was inlaid with a ruby. Yes, it was exclusive to the Necromancer. weapons.

Azure Staff

One-handed damage: 2-4

Durability: 15-15

Required Level: 12

Staff Level: Quick Attack Level

+1 to tooth

+2 to weaken

+12% cold resistance

+50% damage to undead

Fang: Summons barb-like fangs and shoots them at the target continuously.

Weaken: Curse a group of enemies, reducing the damage they can cause by 2 levels, -33% damage, lasting 20 seconds.

Fang's skill is pretty mediocre. It's the same first-level skill as Wizard, and its form is very similar to rechargeable bullets. Fang's advantage is that it's easier to control. However, the damage is far less than that of charged bullets (when the enemy's lightning resistance is 0). As for weakening, there is nothing to say. It is definitely a good skill, especially against bosses.

I am already very satisfied with the properties of this staff, at least compared to Qilinya's. Once I asked her about it, I found out that it was her white staff. Except for the +50% damage to undead attribute, there is nothing else. No wonder those necromancers turned a blind eye to the staff in her hand. They probably already know the attributes.

There are two blue pieces of equipment left and one piece of white equipment. The blue piece is a short knife and leather armor, both of which have average attributes. The white piece is a stack of 40 throwing knives. Another good thing for yin people.

Then there are 3 broken gems, more than ten bottles of mana and life potions, some gold and silver coins, as well as magic cores and crystal ores used to make teleportation scrolls and equipment. They are all public items that can be exploded by small boss-level monsters. .

After tidying up the things on the floor. I looked at the few little devils hiding in the corner, and I couldn't help but pull a devilish smile on my lips, causing the little devils in the corner to suddenly hug themselves tightly as if they were extremely cold.

"You all come here..."

I took out the large Maldas knife and waved it in front of their eyes. The eyes of these four little devils suddenly became dull for a moment. After returning to Qingming, they ran towards me quickly like a pug. It is strange to say that Xiaoxue and the others, who were still eyeing them covetously, suddenly lost their hostility, but their eyes were somewhat unkind and contemptuous.

"Open the way, my demon army..."

I kicked open the exit door, pointed majestically at the dark passage ahead and said loudly. Seeing these four poor little devils bravely walking towards the depths of the corridor under orders, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pretense. The villain’s sense of villainy.

have to say. The familiarity of these four little devils with the military camp is definitely not comparable to that of me who only heard a few words from Kasha. Although they were controlled by me, their sanity has not been lost. For those who are like a maze The long corridor is very familiar, and the turns are not ambiguous at all. It is even clear where the person is most likely to be ambushed.

Along the way, after gathering up the number of controllable little devils. I never enjoyed the sneak attack again - the little devil was responsible for clearing the way. Once the enemy is discovered, Xiaoxue and the others will take action, as for the little devil controlled by him. No matter what, after all, you can replenish it after you die. Everything is lacking in the military camp, except for little devils.

It is estimated that there has never been an adventurer like me who can walk unscrupulously in the crisis-filled military camp. After enjoying the support of the little devil for several days, I came here feeling a little tired. The next stop of the military camp is the entrance to the first floor of the prison.

Looking at the 10 little devils following me, I hesitated for a moment and finally decided to let them go. After being freed from the control of the big knife, they suddenly woke up and looked around blankly. They seemed to be still affected by the knife. The ground was affected, and when he discovered that I didn't pounce on me fiercely, he stood there with some fear, looking a little at a loss...

The prison is located on the edge of the military camp. In this way, if you want to escape from the prison, you must first pass through the tens of thousands of troops inside the military camp. There is no other way out. Therefore, in the theocratic era ruled by monks, people never listened to It has been said that some people can successfully escape or rob a prison (of course, even if it is possible, it has been concealed).

"It's so cold..."

This was the first feeling I felt when I stepped into the prison. Whether it was the biting wind echoing in the damp cell or the cold water dripping from the top of my head, it gave me the feeling of being deep in a cave.

The cell surrounded by iron rods was covered with condensation that was unknown to be blood or rust. One could not help but think of how many people had been imprisoned in it, screaming with lung-splitting voices and shouting with words stained with blood. Bloody hands slapped the iron bars desperately. There are also those broken and rotten torture instruments, and the thick iron chains used for binding are scattered everywhere. From above, it seems to reveal the shrill cries of countless innocent souls, the blood and the gore revealed by the torture instruments, and the seemingly invisible presence in the air. The resentment is the source of fear for those who live in it.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, these arrangements are like an erotic scene in a horror movie. For an adventurer who has walked all the way from the Blood Wasteland, it is not a trouble. At least, this is not what I have a headache now.

As soon as I stepped into the prison from the military camp, I fell into confusion. In addition to the dark and bloody cell that people could imagine, what appeared in front of me was a door on the front, back, left and right. The door at the back was the exit of the prison. , can be ruled out, the problem is that there are three more doors, that is to say, I have a one-third accuracy rate.

With the cold sweat on my forehead, I walked towards the door directly in front of me. After opening the door, what appeared in front of me was a long horizontal corridor with bottomless depths on both sides, and it was a choice between two options.

However, I have always been a "leftist" (that is, I am used to turning left when I don't have a target), so this time I didn't think about it and turned deeper into the corridor on the left.

After walking along this deep and dim corridor for about a few minutes, I finally reached the end. So, what appeared in front of me was another bifurcated horizontal corridor, and there was a small door on the opposite side...

I took a deep breath and told myself to be calm and strong...

After looking at the passages on the left and right of the corridor and finding that there was no end in sight, I decided to open the opposite door first to see what was going on.

"Hey-", probably because it was in disrepair, the wooden door made a heavy groaning sound when it was opened.

"..."

It seems that this house already had an owner before me... I looked at the dozen or so dark and thin figures inside speechlessly.

Dark Demon: The fifth-level ultimate body of the Sinking Demon clan is the dream target of every Sinking Demon, well... although they can only be regarded as high-level cannon fodder at best.

At this time, more than a dozen dark demons were sitting around a large pot, greedily taking out some half-cooked, mouse-like small animals and devouring them. It seemed that they were not prepared for a sudden visit from a guest, and they also had expressions on their faces. He turned his head and stared at me in shock, and the awkward atmosphere lasted for several seconds.

"I'm sorry to bother you. It's just a small apology, not respectful."

I bowed to them politely and apologized, then magically pulled out a molten boulder from mid-air and handed it over, closing the door before they could react.

"Boom..."

A few seconds later, there was a tremor from the floor. I reopened the door, and a burst of hot smoke rushed over to me. The dozen dark demons inside had disappeared without a trace.

Then, what appeared in front of me were the four gates in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

“Oh my God, are you going to kill me~~~??”

A few seconds later, someone's screams were heard from the prison...