Lu Gaoyin, in a small bar with an ancient Egyptian style, three figures tightly wrapped in black cloaks sat around a table. They were the trio who appeared in the desert last time.

"Brother, Churuton is dead."

The man in black with a relatively well-proportioned figure spoke.

"Is the news reliable?"

Sitting in the center was still the burly figure, and the awe-inspiring aura emanating from him made the air nearby condense.

"Information within the alliance should be reliable."

"Hehe, it's a good death. I don't need to do it myself."

The thin figure directly opposite licked his mouth and spoke in a slightly cruel tone.

"Although Churuden's death is not a pity, he is still a level 32 assassin and his skills are decent. It is unimaginable that he would be killed in Rogge's camp." The well-proportioned black shadow lowered his head and pondered.

"Hoke, don't underestimate Rogge's camp. There are many masters hidden in it. Take my teacher as an example. Even if the three of us go together now, we may not be able to get a good deal."

The burly figure said to the well-proportioned man in black, who was Hawke.

"No, I even planned to steal her wine bottle before." The thin man in black secretly said.

"Forget it, it's just an insignificant character who died anyway, it has nothing to do with us."

"Brother, what should we do next?"

Hawk looked respectfully at the man in black in front of him.

"Although I couldn't find Tarasha's ancient tomb this time, I have a feeling, a very strange feeling, so I plan to stay here for a while. As for you, please go back to Harrogath for the time being. I am here alone.

Just one person is enough.”

"No way. Are you going to go back to that damn ice pimple again? God, I'd rather be baked here..." the emaciated figure muttered.

"Fyodor, I have said it many times, strength is the foundation of everything."

The man called the eldest brother's tone was still so calm, but the other two could feel the anger shaking in the air.

"Brother, I was wrong. I will go back to Harrogas right now."

The man named Fyodor was obviously full of awe for the elder brother in front of him. He lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the other person's face.

"Forget it, you have been working hard recently, so just have fun for a few days, but you must leave in three days at the latest. Do you understand?"

"Oh. Big brother is wise..."

Fyodor cheered, and immediately dragged Hawke on the opposite side and strode away.

"Time is precious, brother, let's take the first step."

"It's all your fault for making Big Brother unhappy. I never said I wanted to mess around with you." Hawke complained.

"What does it matter? Aren't we good brothers? Besides, the eldest brother is too strict. Although we don't understand his mood, we can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Feodor patted Hawke's shoulder nonchalantly.

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"Go and talk to your elder brother like this."

Hawke, who seemed to be more serious, glared at Fyodor, who immediately stopped.

"..."

Watching the two brothers leaving, a look of guilt flashed through the burly man's eyes, which was then replaced by determination. He carefully took out an inconspicuous small black stone from his arms and held it gently in his hand.

, the surface of the stone has become very smooth after being stroked for many years.

"Strong, I need more powerful power, before that. Angelil, you must wait for me..."

According to Kasha, the military camp can accommodate more than 100,000 Holy See Guards at the same time, but it is usually kept between 30,000 and 50,000. With such a large number of troops, it is natural that the maintenance and repair of weapons cannot be left behind. Therefore, the entire military camp

There are four iron shops in total, one in the southeast and northwest corners. I heard that officers also have specially equipped senior blacksmiths.

What I care about are the four blacksmith shops. You can figure it out with just a little thought. As long as the blacksmith is not killed by others, there will definitely be one of the four blacksmith shops. Which one is the problem? You know,

The distance between the four blacksmith shops in the southeast, northwest and northwest is not short, and there are some of the most troublesome monsters in the middle.

The first one I chose was naturally the one closest to the entrance of the prison. This is the so-called lazy person's thinking mode, and when there was the sound of "dang-dang" banging and a lot of burning steam, there was a room not far away.

When it popped out, I knew I made the right bet. Oh, thank God for your guidance, your asshole is indeed everywhere...

However, when I got closer, I stayed there for a long time, but didn't take a single step forward. Of course, it was not out of advanced tactics such as waiting to see what would happen and stopping with silence. When I lacked a sense of crisis, my actions

It is always much faster than the brain. As for why it stays there, I actually want to ask now, why is this!?

Not far in front of me, a group of guests who had visited earlier surrounded the entire blacksmith shop. At a glance, they were all little devils. Were their heads covered with dog shit? Did they run wild in front of the blacksmith, or did they run wild in front of the blacksmith?

They are just watchdogs captured by the blacksmith. Are they standing here in a setting similar to level 1?

However, there is no need to think about it carefully first, because next you will find that there is a particularly uncoordinated existence among the little devils. Although it has the appearance of a little devil, its size, I mean the size of the upper body

, almost several times that of an ordinary little devil, and unlike other little devils with yellow and skinny faces, this strange giant little devil seems to be over-nourished, and it seems to have a sufficient amount of exercise. The well-developed upper body instantly reminded me of

One word - Devil Muscular Man, with its smooth and shiny khaki muscles, the veins erect under its intentional or unintentional show off, shaking like an earthworm constantly, as if it can shake out a layer of oil at any time, and compared to the upper body

, its equally strong legs are pitifully like chopsticks, and the overall look is like a small short stick supported under an inverted triangle.

Maldas is particularly strong.

It turned out to be a mini-boss-level monster. Seeing this unappetizing muscular little devil, and the knife it held in its hand was several times larger than an ordinary small blade. It could almost be used with a nine-ring sword.

The modified machete, I rubbed my eyes, and after confirming again that I was not dazzled, I opened my brain and searched for a long time from my shallow understanding of the dark, even in Kane's almost all-encompassing book of wisdom.

There is no relevant explanation. Could it be that it is a new species recently developed by Hell? Or maybe it is an ultimate little devil that failed to travel through time after being struck by lightning.

In short, before I am sure, I can only choose to wait and see what happens. Who knows whether this funny little devil named Maldas will be more awesome than Andariel. Fortunately, there are two small boss-level monsters here.

Affected by the momentum, other unrelated monsters have already fled, so my current location is very safe. If I am careful, I will not be discovered at all.

"Ding……"

There was an earth-shattering knocking sound. It seemed as if the entire surface of the earth was shaken three times. After the sound dissipated, the whole world became silent in vain, as if all the sounds had been absorbed by the shocking blow just now.

"Click." In the silence, the solid subway door of the blacksmith shop let out a muddy groan as if it was being shaken open alive, and a wave of hot air rushed out from inside with the suffocating smell of coke.

, the surrounding air instantly rose several degrees.

"oh……!!"

After the heat wave passed, a huge figure gradually appeared in my eyes. It had the head of a bull and the body was reddish-yellow due to being smoked next to the iron stove all year round. It was at least four meters high. Looking directly at it, it felt as if I was facing an iron tower.

However, let alone those ordinary little devils that were only as high as its knees, even Maldas only grew to its chest. The shock brought by those iron-like bulging muscles was definitely not inferior to that of Maldas.

Das, it's just that the muscles on its body are particularly well-proportioned and coordinated. Compared with it, Maldas seems to be a stunted deformity.

That's right, what appeared in front of me was the blacksmith, the ruler of the entire military camp.

Seeing Maldas opposite, the blacksmith let out a roar that sounded like a bull or a human. His eyes were as red as an enraged bull. The hammer in his right hand was raised high. Then it dropped with a "snap", and he stood in front of it, unable to dodge.

Several little devils were immediately smashed into pieces. Even the floor paved with hard brown boulders was smashed into a small round pit half a meter deep.

Facing the power of the blacksmith, the little devils surrounding Maldas took a few steps back in obvious fear. Only Maldas still showed off his muscles and provoked the blacksmith without a care.

Name: Maldas; Category: Sinking Demon Clan (Level 4); Strength: Mini-boss level; Introduction: A mutated little devil who has lived in the military camp for a long time. He has high intelligence and a cunning and cruel character. He bullies the weak and fears the strong, and is good at devouring enemies.

As a weak monster, it avoided powerful opponents, so it spent hundreds of years in a dark military camp without anyone being able to discover its whereabouts. After hundreds of years of continuous accumulation, it finally successfully evolved into a mini-boss level.

It exists and is cunning by nature. Its only shortcoming is that it is particularly concerned about the dominance of the military camp, so the blacksmith has always been a thorn in its side, but it has nothing to do because it is weaker than the blacksmith.

This is the information he investigated and compiled with Kasha's help after Kane and I later talked about what we saw in the military camp.

In a small hidden corner, my eyes were lingering on the hammer in the blacksmith's right hand and the little devil named Maldas. As for the blacksmith, although his strength was very good, it didn't matter to me.

It's not a big problem. What I care about is the hammer in its hand and the mutant little devil that suddenly appeared.

At this time, the blacksmith and Maldas had already fucked hard. Although they had seen many disputes between monsters before, they were just ordinary monsters, which could not compare to the spectacle of the two small bosses in front of them, especially

They are two mini-boss-level monsters that also have particularly strong attributes. The confrontation is shocking. Every collision of weapons can bring out countless dazzling scarlet sparks. The impact seems to tear the air apart, and the raging

The strong current even forced me to squint my eyes not far away. Fortunately, there was no dust in the military camp.

"Bang...", "Bump...", "Clang..."...

The harsh sound of weapon collisions continued, and both monsters were working hard. They used almost all their strength with each blow. You used a hammer to break my bones, and I used a big knife to smash your belly to pieces.

Punch and kick, hammer and knife, they were fighting head-on. Although there were only two monsters, they gave people a tragic aura like a battlefield filled with yellow sand.

"What a joy..."

There is no doubt that I am definitely trying to make a profit, and it is best to beat both monsters to the point of death.

"Yes, yes, that's it, left uppercut, right uppercut, give it a hammer, yes, just chop it there and lift the vaginal foot? This move is ruthless enough and worth learning from..."

This was a rare live broadcast, and I was so excited that I sat down on the ground, took out a piece of dried meat, and gnawed on it while whispering, how good it would be to have popcorn and Coke at this time.

After a while, the two monsters were covered in blood. There were several deep wounds on the blacksmith's body, and the shocking flesh and blood were turned out. The joint of Maldas's right leg was smashed to pieces, and he wanted to heal.

It will probably take a while, as there are several dents on the body, and the bones can be vaguely seen.

I have to admire the amazing physical strength and vitality of the two monsters. After being hit so severely, they acted as if nothing happened. Instead, they became more and more happy as the fight continued. In the end, they simply dropped their weapons, and their muscles seemed to burst.

The raised arms were tightly held together, competing for strength in the most direct and brutal way.

"It's such a thrilling battle..."

I watched this rare boss battle with bright eyes. I glanced at a certain corner inadvertently and suddenly became stunned.

The blacksmith's hammer, and the "nine-ring sword" with Chinese characteristics that Maldas threw.

A nine-ring sword is just fine, but a hammer seems to be fine...
Chapter completed!