Diablo Destruction

After packing up the equipment, I walked downstairs, stroking my dizzy head caused by brain congestion due to my sleeping position. I happened to meet the fat boss. Before he could speak, a bear roar came from the side. It startled me.

"Oh, Wu, have you finally woken up? May the great guardian of the barbarians bless you, you slept like a pig."

It was daytime, and I had just woken up when I was attacked by a high-decibel sound. I turned around and glared. Who else could be called a human-shaped loudspeaker but Doug? The person doing the work next to him was none other than the big boring guy. I think the personalities of these two people have gone to extremes. One is boring and can't say a word; the other is wordy and doesn't say what he needs to say. The next day, the whole person will wither and turn into ashes. If these two It would be great if individuals could complement each other a little bit. That would be the most normal barbarian.

The fat boss greeted me and bowed to me with a smile: "Master Druid, these adults have been waiting for you here since you fell asleep the day before yesterday."

Yeah? This old boy Doug is really interesting. Forget it, I won't curse your descendants.

However, the day before yesterday! ? ?

Could it be that I have been sleeping for more than a day?

At this time, Doug's loud voice came again.

"Haha... Wu, did you know? You were sleeping on the floor at the door, or I threw you on the bed! What do you think, I think that's funny!"

"Throw...?" My tone of voice was a bit strange.

"Yes, that's it..." As if he was afraid that I wouldn't understand, Doug made a gesture of lifting something from the ground with his arm, and then gently swung it.

Damn it, no wonder there was a section in my dream where I was falling off a cliff. It turns out that the culprit is you, Doug, you are so sinful that you don’t even let me go in my dreams! !

I gritted my teeth and looked at the excited Doug. If it weren't for his arms and thighs that were thicker than an ox, I would have really wanted to play a real-person fighting competition with him.

"Gu..."

My stomach began to feel unwell. After sleeping for more than a day, even a person would growl from hunger.

"Boss, give me 2 portions, no, 3 portions of broth."

I said to the boss: "The money is on that barbarian."

I pointed at Doug secretly.

The boss nodded with his everlasting smile.

HOHO! Dear Uncle Doug, don’t blame me...

"Dear Wu, it looks like you have gone through a very hard training."

I sat down on Doug's table carelessly, and Doug, the big-mouthed man, couldn't sit still for a moment and immediately started asking questions.

"Of course, unless you look at who I am, a fallen demon, a rotting corpse, or a huge beast are all nothing but a piece of cake. Even if the corpse gets angry, I'll just pick up a wooden stick and hit it."

I said with no pride.

Doug's eyes lit up, bragging, bragging is good, Doug likes to brag the most.

I saw Doug's eyes suddenly become bright and bright, and I knew something was wrong. It seemed that my words acted as a "citation".

"Haha, yes, yes, I have the same style as I did back then, but don't think that you can be proud. I'm not afraid to tell you that the adventures I have experienced are tens of thousands of times more dangerous than yours. What, exaggeration, how can you say that? Well, the entire Rogge camp knows that Doug, I am the most honest person and never bluff anyone. Listen to me carefully and remember one time..."

Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, Doug started to talk endlessly. It was not bad at the beginning. At least he could get through five levels and kill six generals. He fought with the blacksmith in a lively manner. In the end, they were attracted to each other and laughed away. The grudges were friends from now on, but things would get worse later on. I don’t know when Andariel recognized him as the boss, Duruier became his mount, and Mephisto was the maid who washed his feet and slept with him. Baldu became his groom, Diavolo? Huh, it's still washing the toilet at Doug's house. Not to mention other minor characters. If the prestige of the angels was not taken into consideration, I am afraid that even the angel leader Tyrell would be in danger.

Come on, you've taken away my role, so why bother? Someone whose face was no less shameful than Doug thought to himself.

Just as Doug was frothing at the mouth, the broth I ordered arrived. It was three large portions. You know, one portion is enough to feed a 100-kilogram man. The portions of these three portions can be imagined. Know.

"How are you doing, Doug? Are you interested in competing?" I tapped the large plate with the broth gently with the porcelain soup spoon, and looked at Doug provocatively with what I thought was an elegant look, obviously not interested in him being with me. The "kind act" while sleeping still haunts me.

Doug looked at the three portions of broth on the table, then looked at me, and rarely lowered his voice and said, "Really? Can we not compete?"

I shook my head firmly, hum, Doug, do you ever feel guilty? Don't be afraid. Now, I will show you the true horror of a Druid who has been hungry for 2 days. But don't leave any shadow in your heart, otherwise I will feel sorry for you. , oh HOHO...

But what Doug said next made my legs weak and I almost fell onto the table.

"Well, you are so sincere, and I am embarrassed to refuse. Let's compare. Although I just ate 7 portions of barbecue and I am already very full, if it is just a little bit, I can probably still eat it. Yes, but if there is a competition, it will have to be a bit lucky, and whoever loses will pay the bill, well, that’s how it will be done.”

As he said that, before I could react, Doug immediately turned his head and yelled at the fat boss: "Boss, give me 5 more servings of broth."

At this moment, my whole person has turned into gray...

I admit, my brain has been kicked by a donkey. I actually want to compete with a barbarian, just like an ant wants to compete with an elephant. How ridiculous. I have obviously got a free lunch, so I can still give you some advice. Ge Yi silently felt sorry, but because of my temporary anger, not only was the free lunch gone, but he also had to pay for his share. "

I watched Doug use a small toothpick to pick at his two rows of white teeth with satisfaction. Damn it, every bit of meat on them is my money. I gritted my teeth in anger - I just talked to him. The boss's conversation was definitely overheard by him, so he just agreed to compete with me and then joined me. After all, I was still too naive.

I finally understood what it means to be stiff and old. Even an honest savage will become a sperm after living for a long time. What's more, I never thought that Doug was very honest, from the moment he was born.

Gefu was always by the side with a stiff smile on his face. He watched us making trouble without making a sound. Laugh, laugh. Doug didn’t know how to remind me that I was being cheated on. You can be considered one too. Half an accomplice.

Frustrated, I took out more than 10 gold coins and asked with a grimace, "Can I get a discount?"

waiter:"……"

By the way, Doug seemed to be thinking of something while picking his teeth: "I just heard people calling you a stupid ass. Did you make enemies with others so quickly? How about it? Do you need help? As long as you mind me... Just a meal.”

Day, if this really happens, I will be starved to death by you before I am killed by my enemies. I give Doug serious BS for his shameless behavior.

But what should I say? Tell the truth? That's because I'm scolding myself. Well, with the big-mouthed Doug around, I guarantee that in just half a day, my stupid ass nickname will be heard throughout the Rogge camp, and I'll be in the limelight instantly.

"I can't help it. He's handsome, but he's easily remembered." I tossed my hair in an extremely narcissistic way and said depressedly.

"Tch." Doug expressed his extreme disdain for my disgusting actions, and immediately grinned and rolled his eyes to express BS. Unexpectedly, the wooden pick he was holding for picking his teeth was accidentally inserted into the gum, causing him to roll in pain. Retribution, retribution.

"Doug, have you never left Camp Rog since I left?"

I was lying half-lying on the chair in a very disgraceful manner, with a full belly. I felt that I couldn't continue to have an in-depth discussion about donkeys, so I did a big move of the universe + grafting on flowers, what? do not understand the meaning? Do you know what changing the subject means? fool! Play the little penis one hundred times by yourself.

"Yeah." Doug burped and said leisurely.

"Tch, BS you, as a great career changer, you lead such a depraved life of drunkenness and dreams."

"Why can't career changers live such a life? I think this is how it should be lived. Who knows if I will have a chance to enjoy it next time, so I have to have as much fun as possible." A rather nervous person Doug said nonchalantly.

I was stunned and fell silent. This topic seemed too heavy, so I dropped it...

"It's you..."

Doug glanced at me sideways and said disdainfully: "I really don't know what you people think. You have to get a cloak to cover up. It's not like you have done anything bad, so why do you want to cover yourself up?" So solid, like me!”

He straightened his half-exposed, stone-like chest muscles.

"I originally thought Wu, you were special, but I didn't expect you to be assimilated by those gloomy mages." Doug shook his head, as if you disappointed me.

I didn't refute - although I trusted Doug and the others, I decided to hide the fact that this cloak was equipment.