Diablo: I am a Nephalem

Chapter 68 Kane in the Cage
Deckard Kane was like a drowning man, clutching desperately at 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 stirred in his internal organs like a handful of sights.

He couldn't stop moaning, bemoaning the pain, the killing, and the loss he'd seen.

Looking at the ruins of Tristram, Kane knew that everything he knew was gone.

The king's eldest son, his former disciple, Aidan who had slain Diablo and returned from the catacombs, had long since disappeared in the night.

Tristram once again fell into the hands of the Burning Hell.

"My Aidan!!!"

He woke up from the nightmare again, but his withered throat could no longer make any sound.

His cracked lips whispered, his voice drifting into nothingness.

"My Tristram, God, no, no, no!!!"

Just a month ago, the last resisting humans of Tristram fell.

The barrier outside and the army of monsters 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 the siege did not succeed.

The monster rushed into the last tower of human resistance, wantonly massacring the surviving humans here.

The old, the weak, women and children had already died in the previous killings. This time, it was the only young army in Tristram who fell into the hands of the monster.

Looking at the childish faces of those corpses, Kane's heart throbbed.

Fresh off Diablo's reign of terror, these young men had no time to breathe.

The warriors and the demons struggled to the last moment, and even before they died, they clung to the demons beside them, seeking to perish together.

However, it still did not prevent the last human stronghold from being breached, and those humans who survived by chance fled in all directions.

In this supply-less town, their demise is only a matter of time.

For some unknown reason, after the monsters captured Kane, the village chief, they didn't directly send him to the west with a knife.

Instead, hang him high in a cage in the town square, and watch as Tristram dies in the conflagration.

What is more terrifying than death is waiting to die. The food in the package and storage space has long been exhausted, and Kane has not eaten for many days.

His limbs trembled due to extreme exhaustion, and he couldn't even support his body, letting his limbs hang down from the cage.

Directly below him was a goat-headed man covered in blood, with an ax stuck in his chest. His eyes were looking at Kane blankly, like a half-closed window to hell.

On the stumped arm closest to the sheep-headed man, several jagged bite marks that were about to heal could be faintly seen.

The owner of the stump was an alcoholic with three children who had crawled out of the Bleeding Tomb.

The old man screamed and shook the bars of the iron cage. His cry was very shrill. His beloved hometown no longer existed.

Kane knows that the cause of all this is his lover Aidan.

Aidan was completely lost and corrupted by the demons he had defeated, and that was the hardest thing about Kane.

When he was awake, Kane often wondered if he had grown up with the blood of the Horadric family according to his mother's expectations, would he have been able to avoid today's killing.

If I'm not a scholar, if I'm a mage, or a fighter.
Kane shed tears of regret again. At this moment, he believed that the culprit was himself.

"Hey, come back and kill me! You dirty and cowardly murderers, these maggots from hell! Come on and do those ugly deeds! I'm right here waiting for you, come on, come on!!!"

Kane shook the cage loudly, and in the smoking abandoned bar not far away, something seemed to be responding to his shout.

A person dragged his right leg and limped into Kane's sight. The person stopped and tilted his head, as if 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.

"Griswald? Hey, buddy, I'm here."

Seeing the blacksmith in the town, Kane thought he saw hope, and immediately shouted.

But when he saw the face of the other party clearly, he noticed something was wrong.

The blacksmith's eyes were straight and hollow, as if he had lost his soul.His mouth twisted and roared uninterruptedly, and his blood-stained hands kept waving in the air.

"Oh, my old buddy, why not even you." Looking at Griswold's swollen and pale body, Kane couldn't speak anymore.

Griswold was one of those warriors who successfully defeated Diablo, but since his return from the catacombs, he has become increasingly gloomy.

For weeks, he kept his distance from the townspeople.

In the end, he even disappeared into 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 who serve 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 too."

As Griswold got closer, he stopped under the cage and looked up.

The blacksmith looked hungry, opening and closing his mouth, as if looking at his own dinner.

Then he roared again, like a gust of wind echoing in an empty cellar.

The cursed blacksmith watched for a while, then walked slowly 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.

"Lakanishu!!!(へ╬)"

"Sinking Demon? No, it's a blade demon. How could it do that?"

Kane, who was huddled in the corner of the cage, immediately recognized the identity of the creature. In his impression, these hell creatures had never harmed the same kind of hell, or they were not interested in these other creatures before the complete extinction of human beings.

But what's going on now?

Why is 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 sharp blade demon's move was probably due to the decision of those high-level demons who hung themselves behind their backs.

After being chopped off, Griswold roared angrily, took out the hammer in his hand and hit the blade demon.

"Zizzizi, zizizi~~~"

A piece of charged bombs flashed by, and Kane squinted his eyes, trying to avoid these terrible arcs.

"Damn it, it's the blacksmith! Quick, fuck him!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from a distance.

Before Kane could react, three sharp arrows braving the cold flew over, freezing Griswald firmly.

"Human?" At this moment, Kane thought he was hallucinating.

In Tristram, who still has such a strong combat power?

Just as Kane shook his head to wake himself up, the voice came again.But this time, there seemed to be a little more joy in the voice.

"What the hell? It's that old man Kane! Haha, let me tell you, he's still alive!"

(End of this chapter)