Diablo: I am a Nephalem

Chapter 70 The Death of Werther
In a ruined Tristram, Cain wasn't the only one who survived.

But if there is no other rescue, the living here will eventually die.

In a burnt-out house in the northwest corner of the town, Werther was panting under the low wall.

He regretted it long ago.

Regret that I was blinded by money, regret why I didn't stop earlier and leave this terrible place.

The gold coins he earned over the years are enough to support him to become a rich man in Kejistan and even further afield.

But in the end, he was addicted to the gold coins gathered by the blood of demons and couldn't extricate himself.

Being obsessed with money and unable to extricate oneself, isn't it a manifestation of depravity?
"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 was dressed as a tavern maid, but her smile was like a white orchid blooming.

Gillian was a maid at the Rising Sun Tavern, and Werther was pretty sure her body hadn't been buried under these ruins.

As early as the early days of the demonic invasion, Gillian was taken away by the town's witch.

No one knows why a venerable witch takes a tavern maid, and no one cares what happens to a tavern maid.

Werther only knew that the other party might go to Kejistan in the future, but since adventurers frequented the town at that time, Werther, who likes to speculate and collect money, was going to make the last stroke.

It was this trivial but greedy decision that affected Werther's life.

In fact, Witte didn't start out like this.

He was once 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, and Werther lost his left leg as a result.

With the exception of Werther, the other children eventually succumb to pain and torment.Only Werther is still brave and tenacious trying to escape from those demons.

In the end, Witt became the only child to be rescued from the Griswold rescue operation.

By the time he got back to town, he was exhausted and unconscious.The townspeople took him to the doctor Pippin, but unfortunately, even Pippin, who was a skilled doctor, could not recover his left leg.

In the end, Pippin had to be replaced by a wooden stick prosthesis.

When Werther awoke, he saw his prosthetic limb, shocked and saddened.

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 rescue other children.

The momentary loneliness made Werther feel abandoned.

Gradually, the grown Werther became famous by selling equipment and weapons to the heroes who came to destroy the demons in the cathedral.

He has become a cynical speculator, thinking only of money and business, and is always planning to get away with Gillian when he has saved up enough money.

As the richest and most intelligent businessman in the town, Werther also survived the disaster to the end.

But when the Moon Clan rushed into the small building wielding an axe, Werther 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 group of demons chopping each warrior's body with an axe, and he also saw his most respected village chief Kane being clamped tightly by the shoulders of a bird witch
Amidst the yelling and wailing 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 anymore 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 are wandering demons everywhere outside, and he doesn't know how to escape here with this lame foot.

Just when Werther was desperate, two black shadows suddenly appeared at the corner of the wall.

"Damn it, I was careless!" Seeing the black shadow getting closer, Werther got up quickly and walked towards the more messy gravel.

But his lame foot hit the ground and made a "boo boo" sound.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

Two consecutive commands made Werther's figure instantly freeze in place.

"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, "Are you from outside?"

"Quick, take me out of this damn place, how much do you want? I have gold coins!!!"

Werther threw away the food and water in his hands. In his opinion, these precious things have become waste products with the arrival of outsiders.

As long as he can leave Tristram, he can 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 lower abdomen directly, and the blade appeared behind his body with blood on it.

Feeling the passing of life, Werther opened his eyes wide in horror: "Why, you, didn't you come to rescue me?"

Without any nonsense, Sandro immediately withdrew his saber after piercing his opponent.

Bright red blood kept gushing from Werther's wound, and the lame boy fell to the ground clutching his wound.

He didn't run away because he knew it was all in vain.

He stared at the murderer in front of him, but at the last moment, Gillian's smiling face was still in his mind.

"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 prosthesis with a trace of flesh and blood, Cartman on the side didn't know what to do.

"Lord Sandro, is this why we came to Tristram this time?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Sandro said 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 to keep his mouth shut.

At this moment, the cheerful cry of the fallen demon came from a distance.

"Lakanishu! (*^▽^*)"

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, jumped over several times in a row, 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.

"As I said, what I hate the most are demons, and I'm ashamed to be with them!" After seeing Chen Hao's strength, Griswold expressed deep disgust, "And I'm already dead, It was the power of the demon that resurrected me into a zombie, and I don't want to live like this again!"

Recalling the experiences of these days, Griswold fell into deep self-blame.

"Well, since you like blacksmithing so much." Chen Hao took out the blacksmith's 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 Class: Fast Attack Speed
+50% damage to undead

+50 to accuracy against undead
+50% damage to demons

+50 accuracy against demons
repel
Crafting Mastery (Blacksmith only)
Convert attributes (blacksmith only)
The last attribute was added, and this ordinary blacksmith's hammer changed from outstanding equipment to unique gold.

Chen Hao weighed it up, and muttered casually: "This is all dark gold, so is Horadric Malus, right? Will that bitch Chaxi like the new and dislike the old?"

(End of this chapter)