Deckard Cain was like a drowning man clinging desperately to the slippery fence that stood between him and death.
The iron cage shook gently in the heat wave, and the air was filled with the stench of coke and burnt human flesh.
Shame and fear were like a handful, stirring in his internal organs.
He kept lamenting, lamenting the pain, killing and loss he had witnessed.
Looking at the ruins of Tristram, Kane knew that everything he knew was gone.
The king's eldest son, his former beloved disciple, Aidan, who had killed Diablo and triumphantly emerged from the catacombs, had long since disappeared in the night.
Tristram fell once again to the Burning Hells.
"My Aidan!!!"
He woke up from a nightmare again, but his shriveled throat could no longer make any sound.
His cracked lips whispered, and his voice drifted into nothingness.
"My Tristram, God, don't, don't do this!!!"
Just a month ago, Tristram's last remaining humans fell.
The outer barrier and monster army blocked Tristram's communication with the outside world. They had sought help from the outside world more than once, but the delay in receiving reinforcements showed that those comrades who broke through did not succeed.
The monsters rushed into the last tower of human resistance and slaughtered the surviving humans here wantonly.
The old, weak, women and children had already died in the previous killings. This time, it was Tristram's only remaining youth army that fell into the hands of the monster.
Looking at the childish faces of those corpses, Kane's heart ached.
These young people had just escaped Diavolo's reign of terror and had no time to breathe.
The soldiers fought with the demons until the last moment, and even before dying, they clung to the demons around them, seeking to die together.
However, it still did not prevent the last human stronghold from being breached, and those humans who were lucky enough to survive fled in all directions.
In this small town without supplies, their demise is only a matter of time.
For unknown reasons, after the monsters captured Kane, the village chief, they did not directly kill him with a knife and send him to the west.
Instead, he was hung high in a cage in the town's central square, watching as Tristram gradually died in the fire.
The thing more terrifying than death is waiting to die. The food in the package and storage space has long been exhausted. Kane has not eaten for many days.
His limbs were shaking due to extreme exhaustion, and he could not even support his body, causing his limbs to hang down from the cage.
Directly below him, there was a goat-headed man covered in blood, with an ax stuck in his chest, and his eyes staring blankly at Kane, like a half-closed window to hell.
On the remaining arm closest to the sheep-headed man, several jagged bite marks that were about to heal were faintly visible.
The owner of the broken arm was an alcoholic with three children, who had crawled out of the Bloody Tomb.
The old man screamed and shook the bars of the iron cage. His scream was very sad, and his beloved hometown no longer existed.
Kane knew that the cause of all this was his beloved disciple Aidan.
Aidan is completely lost and corrupted by the demons he defeated. This is the most unbearable thing for Kane.
When he was awake, Kane often wondered if he could have avoided today's killings if he had followed his mother's wishes and grown up with the blood of the Horadric family.
If I weren't a scholar, if I were a mage, or a warrior...
Kane shed tears of regret again. At this moment, he believed that the culprit was himself.
"Hey, come back and kill me! You filthy, cowardly murderers, these maggots from hell! Come and continue to do those ugly things! I'm waiting for you here, come on, come on!!!"
Kane shook the cage loudly, and something seemed to be responding to his call in the smoking abandoned bar not far away.
A man dragged his right leg and limped into Kane's sight. The man stopped and tilted his head, as if he was listening to something.
Then he staggered towards the square, and Kane was hung in an iron cage in the square, waiting for his final death.
"Griswold? Hey, man, I'm..."
Seeing the blacksmith in the town, Kane thought he saw hope and immediately shouted.
But then when he saw the other person's face clearly, he noticed something was wrong.
The blacksmith's eyes were straight and empty, as if he had lost his soul long ago. His mouth was twisted and roaring continuously, and his bloody hands kept waving in the air.
"Oh, my old man, how come you..." Looking at Griswold's swollen and pale body, Kane couldn't say any more.
Griswold was one of the warriors who successfully defeated Diablo, but since he returned from the catacombs, he has become increasingly gloomy.
For weeks, he kept his distance from the townspeople.
In the end, he even disappeared from the town, and no one knew where he went.
Not long after, Tristram was attacked, and no one cared about Griswold's whereabouts.
But Kane knows that these hell demons have the ability to curse the dead into slaves serving hell.
He didn't expect that Griswold would become one of them.
"No, Griswold..." Kane whispered, retracting his arm from the fence, "Why don't you, you also..."
Griswold came closer and closer. He stopped under the cage and looked up.
The blacksmith looked hungry and opened and closed his mouth as if he was looking at his dinner.
Then, he roared again, like a strong wind echoing in the empty cellar.
The cursed blacksmith observed it, then slowly walked towards the cable hanging the cage, trying to lower the cage.
At this moment, a short, blue man suddenly appeared beside Griswold, raised the scimitar in his hand and slashed hard.
“Lakanixiu!!!(??へ??╬)”
"The Sinking Demon? No, it's a Blade Demon. How could it..."
Kane, who was huddled in the corner of the cage, immediately recognized the identity of the person. In his impression, these hell creatures had never harmed their fellow hell creatures, or they were not interested in these other creatures until the human race was completely extinct.
But what's going on now?
Why does this blade demon...
Kane didn't think Griswold put him down to free himself, and he also didn't think the bladed demon was trying to save him.
This blade demon took action probably because of the decisions of those high-level demons who hung him up behind his back.
After being chopped off, Griswold roared angrily, took out the hammer in his hand and hit the blade demon.
"Zizzizi, zizizi~~~"
A charged bomb flashed by, and Kane squinted his eyes, trying hard to avoid these terrifying arcs.
"Damn it, it's the blacksmith! Quick, fuck him!"
At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly came from the distance.
Before Kane could react, three cold arrows flew over, freezing Griswold solid.
"Is it...human?" At this moment, Kane thought he was hallucinating.
Who in Tristram still has such strong fighting power?
Just when Kane was shaking his head to wake himself up, the voice came again. But this time, there seemed to be more joy in the voice.
"What the hell? It's that old man Kane! Haha, let me tell you, he's still alive!"