Xue Hua is looking forward to a better life in the future, but some people's lives are not so good.
Far away under a human outpost in the third world (Hell Difficulty), Blood Crow himself, who was leading an army of undead to storm the city wall, suddenly burst out with a burst of red and black flames. The flames expanded and contracted several times in an extremely unstable manner.
Finally, it was slowly brought under control.
But Xuewu screamed miserably, with extreme resentment, hatred, disbelief and a hint of panic in his voice. Just now, the fragment of the clone it sent to the first world to suppress and protect the bow was eliminated.
Already.
Although it was just a clone fragment, it was also a level 24 high-level Amazon, and he had tampered with that bow. When any creature higher than level ten appeared around the bow, the bow would be hidden by the power of hell.
between space pores.
In other words, either the group of cowardly guys in Rogge's camp used some means to crack it, or there was really a guy less than level ten who killed the clone fragment guard he had set up.
If it's the former, it's okay. Although it's not good for the bow to fall into human hands, it's not without a chance to get it back. But if it's the latter...
Xuewu's blood-red eyes narrowed dangerously.
It never dares to look down upon humans, because it is originally a human being.
It knows very well how powerful this seemingly weak race really is.
Just like Diablo's several conspiracies were foiled by humans.
Even the insidious and cunning Demon God of Hell has been defeated miserably at the hands of humans several times, so what reason does it have for not being wary of humans?
Because of this, if a human being who is less than level 10 kills its level 24 clone fragments like this, then this guy must not be allowed to continue to grow!
Damn it! If I had known this would happen, I should have destroyed it at all costs!
The Blood Crow snorted angrily, then howled violently, and its undead army began to retreat, gradually moving away from the human outpost.
It is going to contact Demon King Andariel and ask him to find out the ins and outs of this matter. If a human genius really rises, then he must be strangled in his infancy at all costs!
And on the outpost fortress that was surviving the disaster, more than a dozen professionals who exuded a terrifying aura and whose equipment all exuded dark gold and green light were breathing heavily and looking at each other in disbelief.
In fact, they have reached the end of their strength. As long as the Blood Crow continues to attack for a few hours, they will have to abandon the outpost and retreat to the fortress behind.
But Xuewu stopped attacking at this moment.
Doesn't it know that once this outpost successfully establishes a foothold at the entrance to hell, it will be a very troublesome thing for hell to directly send troops to invade the fortress in the rear without any hindrance?
"What happened?" A man covered in fur and with a pair of antlers on his head shouted from under his mask.
"I don't know, but it seems to be a good thing for us!" The barbarian standing next to him slammed two huge battle axes into the ground, then sat down and leaned comfortably against one behind him.
On the body of a giant white wolf.
The white wolf whimpered and protested, but in the end he did not move away because he was also very tired.
"Barbarian, my Maria is not your pillow..." The man with the antlers muttered unhappily, but had no intention of driving the barbarian away.
They are all comrades-in-arms who can depend on each other for their lives. This has been proven many years ago.
"Don't completely relax your vigilance, be prepared for them to leave and come back!" A man with meditation aura on his feet and a set of armor exuding green light took off his helmet, revealing long golden hair and a vicissitudes of life.
Face, he walked over slowly and reminded in a serious voice.
"Yes..." The barbarian rolled his eyes, but had no intention of standing up.
The paladin shook his head helplessly. He knew his friend's personality. Regardless of how careless he was, once any battle broke out, he would be the first to respond positively.
"Liyana, why don't you go and report to the fortress that we are holding it and ask them to send the baggage and reinforcements over quickly." The paladin turned his head and faced a man who was wrapped in a black leather jacket and shrunk.
Said the silent woman in the shadow in the corner of the city wall.
The woman nodded and disappeared instantly.
"Pella, let your crow go back to the second world to see if something happened there. We can't be blind and deaf." Seeing the woman leave, the paladin nodded and looked at the man wearing antlers on the other side.
the man said.
The deer-antlered man agreed, and with a slight move of his right hand, a pure black crow appeared beside him. He whispered a few words in the crow's ear, and then with a wave of his hand, the crow's sharp beak pecked into the void in front of him.
, a circular hole appeared in front of it, and then the crow got into the hole in space without hesitation and disappeared from this world.
"Okay, until the news comes back, everyone else, please take a rest, but don't leave the city wall!" The paladin passed the order loudly, and there was a sound of armor and weapons hitting the ground on the city wall.
...
Almost at the same time, in the Rogge camp in the first world, in an underground secret room under a huge house in the professional area, three guys wearing black robes and strange demon masks on their faces were rolling crazily on the ground.
As they stood, they let out shrill howls, and the sweat from their bodies almost wet the entire ground.
If this underground secret room had not been equipped with very good soundproofing spells, the volume of their screams would have definitely been enough to alarm the entire Rogge camp.
Not far in front of the three people, there was a strange altar. On the altar was a corpse turned into white bones. Above the corpse, Andariel's gloomy face floated there. This depressed and tormented queen did not
It takes pleasure in the suffering of its subordinates because they failed to perform the job it entrusted them to do.
"Please...please forgive...forgive us...mistress! Please...give...give us...one more chance..."
One of the three men in black robes begged for mercy in a hoarse and weak voice, begging Andariel to give them a chance to prove themselves.
However, Andariel was obviously very annoyed, and it was not prepared to let these useless men go.
"Give you another chance? What chance? A chance to disappoint me again and make me angry?! You lost Xuewu's bow! And I can't know the whereabouts of the key to the mountains. Without this artifact, I will
I can’t implement my plan! Also, where is the Necromancer I want? Where is he!!!?”
Andariel's phantom screamed with a voice full of hellish tones, and the pain suffered by the three men in black robes suddenly increased by another level.
They rolled on the ground, twisted, struggled, howled desperately, and whined in pain, as if they were being tortured by being skinned, and their bodies were constantly twisted into various shapes.
"No... no... Mistress... My noble... Your Royal Highness the Queen... ahhh! Please... please give us a... chance... we...
.We...will...definitely take back...the bow and capture the necromancer you want...and we...we will also offer...his mercenaries as well.
..."
Hearing the last words, Andalil was suddenly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and a vicious smile appeared on his face. He stopped torturing his subordinates and said to them: "Very good, you succeeded in pleasing me."
I, I will give you another chance to fulfill your promise, but remember, this will be your last chance, there will be no next time!"
The three men in black robes ignored the throbbing bones and muscles all over their bodies, hurriedly got up, and responded respectfully to the ground: "My noble mistress, your will is our belief, and there will never be another one."
No surprise, hell will win!"
"I hope your words and deeds will be consistent..." Andalil left the last words, and his face immediately disappeared on the altar.
