Doom Knight System

"Leach, you drove my guests away the moment you came! Didn't you get killed by the guards of the Durkan family? Damn it! Today's wine is going to go bad again! That's worth ten bone coins! "The succubus Jessica licked her red lips provocatively, put on a seductive pose, then turned around and took out a ceramic bottle, and then said mysteriously: "I made this according to the recipe you gave me. Look, does it look like Maotai in your hometown?"

Lancelot raised his bloodshot eyes like rubies inlaid in hell, without saying a word, he picked up the wine and drank it down.Immediately, he spat out two words miserly: "Too light!"

Jessica was not angry either, and said lazily, "This is the best bottle I can brew! The kind of wine you mentioned may only be brewed by legendary elves."

Lancelot naturally put his left hand on the table, holding the wine glass in the bronze glove, and said to himself: "Yes! It is impossible in this world!" The middle finger of his right hand tapped the table very rhythmically.

Knowing the character of the other party, Jessica wisely took out the best barrel of wine in the store, and said softly: "Drink it! Even the strongest warrior on the barren grassland should stop and rest! I don't know if I can drink it next time." Living devil wings."

Lancelot took a sip of his wine and smiled contemptuously. He is a demon with the body of a god, and he is destined to become an immortal god.

Jessica also filled the wine glass for herself, dragged it gracefully in her hand, toasted Lancelot, and drank it down in one gulp. The wine flowed down her chin into the unfathomable gully, following her He said in a low voice: "I have found the news. The shock in the northeast direction is most likely to be the legendary Frostmourne. The previous owner was the strongest demon, but it is a pity that he did not escape the fate of the woman in the end." Fool."

"Frostmourne?" Lancelot locked Jessica tightly when he heard these three words, and the ghostly light in his eyes flashed away.

After drinking for a while, Lancelow slightly twisted his huge body, put his hands together, and was not in a hurry to leave, but fell into deep thought alone.

The flickering candlelight in the tavern distorted and deformed the reflection of the giant's shadow. The giant sword beside him was glowing with bronze luster, flickering with the master's breathing, and then gradually dimmed.

The door of the "Peng" tavern was pushed open, the wind whizzed in with dust, the tables and chairs were blown apart, the wine glasses rolled everywhere, and the candles were extinguished almost instantly.

Lancelow ignored it, still drinking the wine with his back to the door.

A group of flame demons wearing armor broke in. They surrounded a [-]-meter-tall flame demon. After seeing Lancelot, they frowned and said, "Devil's Wings? Let's go!" Perhaps it was because Lancelot had a strong body that was different from other Berserkers, so the words were a little polite, but it revealed that they could not refuse, after all, there was a difference in level between the two.

Lancelot turned around coldly, and suddenly pulled out the giant sword. With unparalleled strength, the giant sword pierced through the air, and there was a sharp whistling sound in the air.

Before the Balrog could react, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards his forehead. He panicked and subconsciously aroused his mental power, forming a flame shield in front of him. Unfortunately, it underestimated Lancelot's power too much.

This huge sword can be called a high-level treasure, and it has two attributes of solidity and demon destruction, so it directly broke through the flame shield, pierced the Balrog, and hung the corpse on the sword.

boom!Smoke began to rise from the body, and a moment later blood spurted out like a fountain, falling to the ground and burning through the floor.

The group of demons looked at Lancelot in horror. The main attack power of the flame demon was fire magic, and he was not good at melee combat, so he began to retreat slowly.

"The one who retreats dies!" A voice suddenly sounded from behind the demons, and the bodies of all the warriors were dismembered into hundreds of pieces. A thick smell of blood filled the world, but soon the storm blew away the evil. without a trace.

Lancelot seemed to have sensed something, and finally turned back with interest. A lich who can cast the wind of the devil can't be seen everywhere even in hell. This lich is worth letting him take a look.

"Crack...crack..." Lich clapped her hands lightly, walked in amidst the wind, waved her hands, and the door was instantly closed by an invisible wave of air.

This lich was wearing a black robe, like a mouthful of black mist that was constantly surging. It had a hideous bronze mask on its face, and the blue soul fire was radiating from its eye sockets.

As it entered the tavern, the black mist spread out, making its figure appear and disappear in it, as if it was no longer an entity.

"Devil's Wings, the Durkan family has a reward, are you willing to accept it?" Lich's voice was as cold as an iceberg.

Lancelot put the wine glass on the table, and said slowly: "I don't like the Durkan family, you should know, so I don't accept employment."

"A blessing from the will of the abyss, I think you should be able to accept it. We are devils, not cunning devils. You can also name other conditions." Lich said.

Then, the figure slowly disappeared, leaving only a faint fluctuation of magic power in the air.

In less than a second, a group of dark goblins flew out from behind the tavern, holding buckets and rags in their hands, and cleaned the entire tavern quickly, spraying jasmine perfume in the air.

Jessica twirled her fingers on the wine glass, with a relaxed smile on her face, and said slowly: "How is it? It doesn't feel good to be targeted by the Durkan family, do you decide to go?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, but do you know what it is?" Lancelot asked.

Jessica covered her red lips, and said with a soft smile, "Hehe... how would I know, of course, if you are willing to pay some price, I don't mind asking you about it." After speaking, the figure flashed , directly appeared in Lancelow's arms, and then gently stroked Lancelow's face with his fingers.

It was not the first time Lancelow had experienced the methods of the succubus, so there would not be any emotional fluctuations at all, unless the succubus evolved into a semen-sucking queen to make him lose control.

Lancelot was also polite, rubbing his arms around Jessica vigorously, and sneered to himself: "It seems that things are getting more and more interesting, the Durkan family? Ha ha..."

The giant sword beside him trembled slightly, as if he understood Lancelot's words, and cheered for the coming feast of blood, the storm outside the tavern became more and more violent.