fallen devil

Chapter 151 Chapter 149
"I said, why did the double stars of the camp come to such a place? That Senior doesn't look like a distinguished figure."

Two barbarians and the paladin walked side by side on the dimly lit street. The paladin looked up at the burning cloud and suddenly muttered.

"I remember that kid claimed to be a master assassin. At that time, many people laughed at him... Maybe it's true."

The barbarians looked at each other and patted the paladin's shoulder with a smile, "Double stars in the camp, that kind of adult must be the dream of many professionals, but dreams are dreams, you still have to be more realistic."

One of the savages looked like a big brother and what he said made sense.

On the day Amber entered the camp, countless professionals offered their courtesies. In addition, the fact that the dead blue-haired paladin Qili courted Naniya gradually became known.

Too many things happened during the period, the professional team has been in dire straits, and many people chose to give up.

With the passage of time, the enthusiasm of male professionals for the double stars in the camp has turned into admiration and admiration.

After all, how can mortals who stand on barren ground chase after the stars.

"That kind of blond beauty, I will be with you all my life..."

The paladin frowned, shook the flagon in his hand, and sighed deliberately, "Senior will move out of Shuge Street in a short time. We have to greet him well."

"There is actually no difference between Donglin Street and Shuge."

A look of jealousy flashed across another barbarian's eyes, and he waved his hand.

"Don't worry, we still have a chance."

Seeing the other party's jealousy, the paladin shuddered, and quickly changed his words with a laugh: "My grandfather and the astrologer at Camp Rogue are good friends, let's put it this way. Although we have become professionals, our level is very low and we have no fighting power, but There are still ways to upgrade.”

Ever since the teleportation stations and outposts in the bloody wasteland and the icy plain were built, the monsters that provide experience points have been divided cleanly, and professionals with no potential like them can't grab resources at all.

Sooner or later, you'll fall behind, possibly dying in a wave of monsters.

The eyes of the two barbarians lit up when they heard that there were other ways to upgrade.

After successfully changing the subject, the paladin let out a long breath from the bottom of his heart. He didn't want to get into trouble for talking about senior professionals behind his back. His grandfather told him that the Rogue camp was not very peaceful recently.

"Collect more monster materials, props and so on... We have gained an advantage in the confrontation with the devil one after another. The angels of the high-level heaven have given us a strange magic device in the camp. As long as the monster's remains, or When the equipment is provided, there will be considerable experience points in return."

"Hasn't Hankas been buying weapons recently? He probably heard the wind, hehe, cunning druid."

The paladin discussed the matter pretending to be profound, while the two barbarians on the side kept nodding and listened with gusto.

"It's amazing... Hey, I remember that it was the time of the evil moon recently."

The face of the barbarian who looked like Big Brother changed, as if remembering something.

The previous Evil Moon caused heavy losses to Rogue Camp, so the camp issued an order that professionals during the Evil Moon period should pay attention to precautions and deal with monster waves at any time.

The sky is gradually darkening. At this point in time, many professionals are busy with defense work.

If they chatted again at this time, they would have to deploy defensive measures until late at night.

"don’t worry."

The paladin showed a contemptuous expression, and reached out to pat the shoulder of the barbarian who was taller than him, "As I said earlier, the outposts in the bloody wasteland and the cold field were built, and the monsters had to go through countless times to attack the Rogge camp. Clearing outposts. From my point of view, defensive work is just a formality, and it doesn’t matter if you do it or not.”

"Saving this little money, even if you don't drink alcohol, you can still buy a useful broadsword from Master Qiaxi!"

This is so true that even the paladin himself thinks it makes sense!
There are many professionals who think like him. After all, preparing defensive measures according to standards requires a certain amount of gold coins.

Qiaxi, the blacksmith at Rogge Camp, is a barbarian from the northern tribe. If a barbarian buys a broadsword from her, you can rest assured. It is helpless. In the eyes of many businessmen, barbarian professionals are classics who are stupid and have too much money. Regarding customer types, some time ago there was a story about a Level 14 barbarian who lost all his gold coins by gambling on equipment, as well as broad sword plating and so on.

These words obviously touched his heart, and the barbarian solemnly patted the paladin on the shoulder.

"It's up to you to calculate money."

The paladin immediately had a bear hug with the barbarian, and then greeted another companion, "Let's have one too."

A slight wind blew by, and there was nothing but the barren walls.

The shade of the trees on both sides of the street seemed to be much deeper, and the premonition of cold stimulated his mind, and he suddenly became much more awake.

"Uh, uh?"

The paladin opened his eyes wide and turned his head in doubt, when a taciturn barbarian suddenly disappeared.

Worried about the defensive layout, so sneaked back to prepare?
Very brave.

"Your companion, what is your background?"

The laughing paladin turned to the barbarian beside him, and he remembered a joke about the barbarian again.

Pfft, in the sight of the paladin, the blue-faced barbarian's eyes widened, and without warning, a cold light split from his forehead.

Zira, the sour sound of a sharp blade cutting through bones, the slender blade cut off half of his head, and brains and blood sprayed his face.

Blood dripped to the ground, and the savage's corpse staggered and fell towards him.

"···"

His pupils shrunk into needles, and he hadn't had time to figure out the situation.

The top of the head seemed to be poured with extremely cold water, and the whole body was frozen.

A sense of danger like electric shock pierced his spine crazily. With a relatively quick reaction, he reached for the dagger at his waist.

Boom boom boom!
The ground kept trembling, and a blood-stained shadow exploded from the barbarian's chest, and a violent blow hit his stomach, the pain tore through his consciousness, and he flew out of the air, vomiting bile while rolling to the ground.

"Pfft, wow."

Crouching on the ground like a shrimp, gurgling blood flowed out from the big hole in his stomach, and he vomited up large chunks of blood, which was bright red at first, but then became dull.

Like tainted blood.

Boom, boom, boom, the ground began to tremble again, unlike the hurried pace just now, this time the opponent slowed down.

Opening his sleepy eyes, he saw a pair of hooves in his red-stained field of vision.

The hoof stopped in front of him, and he didn't have the strength to raise his head, but he could feel the terrifying sight sweeping around.

"Ah."

He let out a hoarse cry, and there was a sharp piercing sound in his ears.

(End of this chapter)