Marvel Nephalem

On the charred plaque, a large black and shiny crow was blinking its blood-red eyes, staring at the zombies wandering around the town, staring closely at the carrion on their bodies that had not yet dried up.

The plaque under the crow's feet swayed and creaked in the wind, and the nine large characters of Grace Wald Blacksmith Shop, darkened by fireworks, were faintly visible.

Under the plaque, the broken bodies of the hell demons were scattered among the broken bricks on the ground, or embedded in the cracked walls, and the initiator of all this was already dead.

A strong, burly, disheveled old zombie was kneeling in front of the plaque, muttering to himself: "Aidan, why?"

"Aidan, why...?"

Filthy and dirty power emitted from his body, his turbid and wooden pupils were dilated, and on the old knight armor he was wearing, the sword hole that penetrated the chest from behind was constantly overflowing with black and putrid blood, falling low in front of him. On the giant hammer in both hands that fell, the golden rune light was appearing and disappearing under the filth of the hammer head, indicating that the old man was once a powerful paladin. Even though he had died and his soul was contaminated by the power of hell, Its surging holy light power still remains in the weapon and is difficult to dissipate.

The golden runes shone around, letting this extraordinary weapon exude a little life. This made the crow spread its feathers comfortably, flutter its wings and fly to the sky. A small town with thick smoke and constant fire was also surrounded by his blood. It appeared clearly in the pupils, and in the foothills to the east of the town, a massive demon army marched towards this huge town, raising its bone flag.

The crow continued to circle, as if searching for something. His eyes reflected the burning buildings and the demons killing the dying humans. It passed through the thick smoke and passed through the ruins.

Finally, he saw a large hanging cage suspended in the center of the town. The undead were thrown into the rolling boiling pot with the cry of demons and the beating of war drums, wailing and wailing.

Here is the capital of the Kingdom of Khanduras.

Tristram

In the black pine forest in the west of the city, three humans in strange clothes were rummaging through the demon corpses, until the chilling cries of crows sounded from the sky, falling through the branches and falling on a man wearing a deer-antler helmet and a leather suit. A burly man's shoulders.

The three of them stopped what they were doing.

Tru, the barbarian holding a giant ax, wiped away the blood drops on his face. The war lines on his rough cheeks distorted with the movement of his facial muscles: "Jacob, what did your bird see?"

"Do not talk"

Lancelot stretched out his hand to stop Tru, stopping his joking questions, and whispered: "This respected Druid is communicating with natural creatures, during which he is easily disturbed."

The burly man wearing an antlered helmet was obviously the Jacob in Tru's mouth. His eyes were slightly closed, and the crow on his shoulders crouched beside his ears and closed his eyes.

Tohru curled his lips disdainfully and said: "What bullshit is the spirit of nature, a druid? He is obviously an evil wizard who raises dogs and turns them into beasts."

Lancelot sighed helplessly after hearing this. Trudeau obviously had some prejudice against druids, and the barbarian's innate stubbornness believed that one thing was almost difficult to change, and he had no idea about it. It’s okay to say anything. After all, Tru is a sincere teammate who has experienced life and death alongside him, and Druid just happened to meet him in the past two days.

After a while, Jacob opened his eyes and looked to the east. He ignored Tru's provocation, but sighed: "The person you are looking for should still be alive, but Tristram is full of demon zombies, and there is also a demon." The army crosses the Khanduras Mountains and then marches here, which is simply not something we can contend with."

"Army of Demons"

Paladin Lancelot's expression changed when he heard this, and then asked: "How many two thousand or three thousand?"

"Too many, at least..."

Druid Jacob opened his palms as he spoke, and his meaning was self-evident.

Seeing Jacob's open fingers, even Tru, who didn't like him, swallowed his saliva and said nervously: "Damn, where did these demons come from? We have to go back and inform the blind old woman to escape as soon as possible. In the Kingdom of Enstinger, it’s okay not to go to Mount Arreat anyway, the elders will definitely chase them down the mountain..."

Listening to Tru's chatter, the paladin who obviously didn't want to give up walked to the bushes, pushed aside the grass and looked at the smoke-filled Tristram outside the forest, and said anxiously: "But Ms. Akara said that the old man is Horatim. The last descendant, his life and death will determine the fate of the world."

"The Horadrim, the demon-hunting organization that claims to be the protector of Sanctuary"

Jacob seemed to know this term very well, but he still had some doubts in his words: "I heard the master talk about it before, but I always thought it was a legend. Are you sure?"

When Gru saw Lancelot nodding, he knew something was wrong. Ever since he met Lancelot, he knew what this kid was going to do by sticking his butt out. He pulled Lancelot back by the collar and said, "What the hell." What bullshit legend are you talking about? Boy, let’s go, let’s not go through this muddy water, life is more important than anything else.”

"Wait, if it concerns Horadrim, then maybe..."

Jacob, who realized the seriousness of the problem, stopped in front of the two of them. Before he could finish his words, he was pushed to the ground by Tru. Tru cursed angrily: "Shut up, there is no room here for you, a traitor who abandoned our ancestors." Speak, go and go on your own.”

Ya Gebu who was pushed to the ground was obviously angry. His facial bones grew longer, his mouth grew fangs, and even his face had a layer of down. However, he forced him back and took a deep breath before he recovered and said: "What I want to say is that I am here to attract the attention of the demons and prevent them from entering the city. You go find reinforcements."

Tru, who had an angry look on his face, stiffened when he heard this, took the giant ax from Jacob's neck, dragged Lancelot by the back of his collar and left.

Lancelot, who seemed to be used to being dragged along, took off his helmet, shook his golden curly hair, and asked tentatively: "We... are looking for reinforcements."

Tohru said angrily: "Yes"

After Tru and Lancelot left, Jacob, who fell to the ground, was lifted up by a green vine that broke out of the ground. With an unhappy look on his face, he first sighed and then stretched his arms.

As he moved, the surrounding woods rustled, and several chest-high giant wolves walked out of the woods, shaking their fluffy hair, licking the blood-red meat between their teeth, and sweeping their stiff tails. around their owners.

Under their gaze, Jacob's bones crackled, his muscles bulged like balloons and thick hair grew, his mouth grew fangs, and the reflection reflected by the light in the forest also lengthened until A roar echoed throughout the forest.

The roar alarmed Tristram, which was like a purgatory, and the howls of the resurrected dead echoed each other.

The earth trembled, and the dead poured out of the city like a tide.

The branches and leaves were flying, and a giant bear led a pack of wolves out of the forest, ran in an arc in the open space outside the city, led the tide of corpses towards the foothills, and faced the demon army with war flags flying in the distance.