Cain was not the only one to survive the ruins of Tristram.
But if there is no other rescue, the living people here will eventually die.
In a burned-out house in the northwest corner of the town, Werther hid under a low wall and kept breathing.
He has long regretted it.
I regret that I was blinded by money, and regret that I didn't stop earlier and leave this terrible place.
The gold coins he has earned over the years are enough to support him in becoming a rich man in Kejistan or even further afield.
But in the end, he was addicted to the gold coins made from the demon's blood and couldn't extricate himself.
Isn't it a sign of depravity and corruption to be obsessed with money?
"Oh, Gillian, if I meet you again in my lifetime, I will definitely propose to you!"
Werther took out the pocket watch around his neck. There was a photo of the two of them on the cover of the pocket watch.
The woman in the photo is dressed like a tavern maid, but her smile is like a blooming white orchid.
Jillian was a maid at Chaoyang Tavern, and Werther could be very sure that her body was not buried under these ruins.
As early as the early stages of the demonic invasion, Jillian was taken away from here by the witch in the town.
No one knows why the respected witch took away a tavern maid, and no one cares about the whereabouts of a tavern maid.
Werther only knew that the other party might go to Kejistan in the future, but since adventurers frequently appeared in the town at that time, Werther, who liked to speculate and save money, was ready to make the final move.
It was this trivial but greedy decision that affected Werther's life.
In fact, Werther was not like this from the beginning.
He used to be a kind and brave boy, until one day, the fallen demons attacked many children in Tristram, including him.
The children were brutally ravaged by the fallen demon, and Werther lost his left leg as a result.
Except for Werther, all the other children finally surrendered to pain and torture. Only Werther was still brave and tenacious in trying to escape from those demons.
In the end, Werther became the only child rescued from Griswold's rescue operation.
When he returned to town, he was exhausted and unconscious. The townspeople took him to the doctor Pippin. Unfortunately, even Pippin, a skilled doctor, could not restore his left leg.
In the end, Pippin had to be replaced with a wooden stick prosthesis.
When Werther woke up, he was shocked and sad to see his prosthetic limb.
What made him even more angry was that his mother died of grief because of his disappearance, and the townspeople did not rescue her, let alone other children.
The loneliness that enveloped him for a moment made Werther feel like he was abandoned.
Gradually, when he grew up, Werther became famous by selling equipment and weapons to the heroes who came to destroy the demons in the cathedral.
He became a cynical speculator, thinking only about money and business, always thinking that when he had saved enough money, he would take Gillian and leave here.
As the richest and most savvy businessman in the town, Werther also survived to the end in this disaster.
But when the Moon Clan rushed into the building wielding axes, Witte knew that everything was over.
His equipment has already been distributed to those brave warriors, and his gold coins will have no effect here.
He saw the demons chopping up the bodies of each warrior with axes, and also saw the village leader Kane, whom he respected most, being tightly clamped on the shoulders by a harpy...
Amid the scoldings and wails of the soldiers, he dragged his limp and fled the scene through the back door of the small building.
Before leaving, he took away most of the food and water in the small building without any grudges in his heart.
In his opinion, no one in this town needs these things except him.
"Gillian, are you okay? I'm afraid I won't live long." Werther leaned against the wall, took a bite of dry wheat bread, and drank a mouthful of cold water that was bone-chilling.
There were wandering demons everywhere outside, and he didn't know how to escape from here with this lame leg.
Just when Werther was desperate, two black figures suddenly appeared at the corner of the wall.
"Damn it, I was careless!" Seeing the black shadow getting closer and closer, Werther quickly stood up and walked towards the more messy gravel.
But his lame leg hit the ground and made a "bop" sound.
"stop!"
"Don't run!"
Two consecutive commands made Werther's body freeze in place instantly.
"Human?" Werther turned around and saw two figures in black robes.
"You are not residents of Tristram!" Werther recognized the other party's identity at a glance, "You are from outside, right?"
"Quickly, take me away from this damn place. How much do you want? I have plenty of gold coins!!!"
Werther threw away the food and water in his hands. In his opinion, these precious things had become waste with the arrival of outsiders.
As long as he can leave Tristram, he will gather wealth again by his own ability.
"Witt?" A patterned face emerged from the black cloak. Sandro stared into Werther's eyes and asked softly.
"Yes, I am Werther. If you have anything to do, please leave here..."
puff!
Before Werther could finish speaking, a saber pierced his abdomen directly, and the blade appeared behind his body with blood.
Feeling the passage of life, Werther opened his eyes in horror: "Why... why, you, weren't you here to rescue me?"
Without any nonsense, Sandro immediately withdrew his sword after piercing his opponent.
Bright red blood continued to gush out from Werther's wound, and the lame boy fell to the ground clutching the wound.
He didn't run away because he knew it was all in vain.
He stared intently at the murderer in front of him, but at the last moment, what came to his mind was still Gillian's smiling face.
"It's really hard to find a place after wearing iron shoes. It took no effort to get here!" Sandro raised his saber again and cut off Werther's prosthetic limb.
Watching Sandro carefully put away the dilapidated prosthetic limb with a trace of flesh and blood, Cartman on the side was confused.
"Lord Sandro, is this why we came to Tristram this time?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Sandro said slightly angrily.
In fact, he didn't know why the organization sent him to recover this little man's prosthetic limbs. It seemed that at his level, he was not able to access higher-level secrets.
Seeing Sandro getting angry, Cartman had no choice but to shut up.
At this moment, the cheerful cry of the Sinking Demon came from the distance.
“Lakanixiu!(*^▽^*)”
All Sinking Demons roar from deep in their throats, and only one Sinking Demon can make such a happy sound.
The two looked at each other, climbed over several times in succession, and left the murder scene.
"Griswold, why are you so stubborn?" Chen Hao communicated with his soul in his mind as he walked.
The blacksmith who was resurrected from the curse and the blood bird are actually of the same nature, but Griswold is still slightly inferior in strength.
With his previous experience, Chen Hao did not fall into a coma after collecting all the blacksmith's souls.
Chen Hao originally thought that he would have a powerful warrior follower, but he did not expect that this guy was as willful as the blood bird and refused to be summoned.
"I said, what I hate most are demons. I am ashamed to be associated with these demons!" After seeing Chen Hao's strength, Griswold showed deep disgust, "And I am already dead.
It was the power of the devil that resurrected me into a zombie, and I don’t want to live such a life anymore!”
Recalling his experiences these days, Griswold fell into deep self-blame.
"Well, since you like blacksmithing so much..." Chen Hao took out the blacksmith hammer that Griswold exploded, "I will help you find a suitable successor."
A bright light flashed, and Griswold's soul was completely integrated into the hammer.
Name: Grace Walder
One-handed damage: 5-10
Hammer Level: Fast Attack Speed
+50% damage to undead
+50 accuracy against undead
+50% damage to demons
+50 accuracy against demons
repel
Crafting Mastery (Blacksmith only)
Convert attributes (blacksmith only)
With the addition of the last attribute, this ordinary blacksmith's hammer changed from outstanding equipment to dark gold.
Chen Hao weighed it and muttered casually: "This is all gold, and Horadric Malus is nothing more than that, right? Isn't that girl from Chassy like the new and tired of the old?"