Chapter 1017 The Abnormal Old Drunkard

"Wow~~! This is indeed the Fortress of Demons!!"

After coming out of the teleportation station, Jeluka couldn't help but show a novel expression and marveled.

The ancient style of the Middle Ages is like steel, with clear-cut buildings made of huge hard stones. It is a majestic fortress that can be built by gathering human wisdom and the craftsmanship of dwarves called craftsmen. The gray sky here is like a severely polluted industrial city, full of gloomy and decadent feelings. However, the height of several kilometers above the sky gives people a sense of pride as they stand above the city in the sky. , the lightning in the dark clouds seemed to be flashing on his scalp.

Depressive, gloomy, decadent, masculine, passionate, heroic, it seems that I can’t find a suitable word to describe the feeling of coming to the Demon Fortress for the first time, but as long as I set foot on this land, even a docile person will feel happy in his heart. There will be a surge of blood and courage. This is the unique charm that God has given to the Demon Fortress.

"Have you seen enough? Let's go."

Seeing Jeluka looking around like a curious child, she would reach out to the stone pillar wall from time to time and stroke it gently. She wondered if she could feel the blood history left by the years from those delicate fingertips.

"Hahahaha, kid, you have just arrived here. Speaking of which, you seem very unfamiliar. I have never seen you before."

At this time, another team of adventurers appeared from the teleportation station. One of them, a barbarian wearing heavy armor and carrying an ax on his shoulder, laughed harshly at us.

The gray air on the demon fortress made the figures of this group of adventurers blurry. Looking from a little distance, one could only hear what seemed like a few beasts lurking in the shadows, squinting their eyes and making long, long sounds. Breathing, as long as there is any movement, it will immediately open its fangs from the darkness, showing a terrifying momentum.

Even the gentle and gentle wizards will be affected by the unique environment of the Demon Fortress and become beast-like. The Demon Fortress is indeed a good place to train iron-blooded warriors. The folk customs here are better than those in other areas. Dozens of times more powerful, a child can face a ferocious hell monster without blinking an eye. This is something that cannot be done in other places, even by those big men who often pat their chests and brag about themselves in bars.

Of the seven people in the team, only the barbarian walked over. The heavy sound coming from every step forward was like that of a giant beast covered in steel armor. The sound could be felt on the hard stone ground blessed by magic. Trembling slightly.

The other six people stood in the distance, shrouded in the gray air, standing still in a small circle, talking to each other in low voices with their heads lowered, showing the adventurers' ability to face strangers. The alertness and pride of man.

No matter who it is, in the Demonic Fortress, the spirit will always be in a state of excitement during battle. Therefore, the adventurers in the Demonic Fortress are often more vigilant than the adventurers in other areas. They seem to be casually chatting with barbarians. His character seems quite helpless.

"Really? Brother, how long have you been in the Demon Fortress?"

The attitude of the other six people could not be called friendly, so I smiled nonchalantly and said hello to the barbarian.

"Well, it's been about a year, and I'm not an old bird here. So, I haven't seen your face in Kurastri before. Boy, you are very suspicious."

"Yeah?"

I laughed even more. This guy's words were too straightforward. I seemed to feel that his six teammates not far away who were paying attention to the conversation from time to time were rolling their eyes.

"Maybe it's because my team often goes out for training and works hard. We rarely go back to Kurast, and I haven't seen you, brother."

I answered like this, saying that there is not a complete team, and sometimes it is quite embarrassing. When will we bring back Carlos Seattle and Sister Sharna?

"What? You haven't even heard of our famous Seven Darks team?"

The barbarian stared with fierce eyes like bells and shouted dissatisfied.

"Um... I'm sorry, I have never heard of this name. I have heard of the Five Colors Team."

I muttered in a low voice, and suddenly remembered the Five-Colored Team that I met when the slutty maid was having a drink at the Kurast Bar. That was still fresh in my memory. There are a lot of idiots these days, but an adventure composed of all idiots Team, this is the first time we meet, okay.

"What? Five Colors Team?!!"

After hearing what I said, the barbarian suddenly became more sad and angry.

"You're talking about those bastards. In order to capitalize on the popularity of our team, they shamelessly gave similar names, and then used their stupidity to embarrass themselves in Kurast, thereby increasing the popularity of their villains! !”

"No...but, I said it borrowed from your popularity, but where is the similarity?" I was suddenly confused.

"Then do you still need to ask?"

The barbarian answered decisively as he hugged heavily with both hands, and the heavy steel armor made a frightening clanging sound.

"Because the first one in the name is a number. Isn't this a naked impersonation?"

If that counts, wouldn't the Four Demon Kings and Three Demon Gods also have to fight to the death for their nicknames?

However, I finally found out that the adventure team in front of me seemed to have some strange connection with the idiot Five Colors Team.

"Hmph, forget it, even if I tell you this kind of thing, you won't understand it. However, since I know those five idiots, it is probably Kurast who came right. Speaking of which, if I am right, , those five guys should have come to the Demon Fortress last month, right? What happened?"

"Is such that……"

I briefly talked about what happened in Kurast, and with the help of crystal fragments, Kurast has become the best and most comfortable training place. It is reasonable for the five-color team to want to stay and hone their skills. things in it.

"So that's it, then why don't you stay and come here at this time?"

asked the savage suddenly.

"Huh? I thought that coming to the Demon Fortress would be a good way to hone my skills. Besides, it would be boring to fight against those elves, so I came here."

I was slightly stunned. I didn't expect that this seemingly thick barbarian also had a careful side and noticed this. However, it was not a question that was too difficult to fool, so I answered it casually.

"Ah hahahaha, good boy, he has more backbone than those idiots, and he is also a wise choice. If we leave at this time, we don't have to worry about other teams taking the lead in advancing to the district."

It seemed that I was praised by the big guy, so I smiled. The so-called mission to advance to the area, some people also call it that. To put it bluntly, it is a mission that must be completed before going from Kurast to the Demon Fortress, which is to kill Murphy. Stowe, because it takes a long time for the devil's clone to be resurrected, under normal circumstances, it may be the case that someone else will be the first to do it and have to wait for some days.

Indeed, at this time, there is no need to worry about Mephisto being robbed by other adventure teams. Unfortunately, this barbarian brother would never have imagined that Mephisto was not robbed by the adventurers, but by the reborn demon Ser. Sen grabbed it, and it was impossible for other adventure teams to take advantage of this rare opportunity to complete the Jin District mission first while everyone else was busy training.

"However, although courage is commendable, the monsters in the Demon Fortress are not as easy as you think. You have also been to Kurast and Demon Fortress in the first world. You should know the difference. If you want To deal with the crystal fragment incident here, a team like you who have just arrived is still too young, so let’s get used to it first, hahahahaha~~~~~”

"Uh, okay."

Although this barbarian man's words are a bit straightforward and not very pleasant, I understand this kind suggestion. Indeed, for an adventure team that has just arrived here, it is necessary to deal with those demonized people right away. , a demon fortress monster that is close to elite strength, it is no different from seeking death.

"Speaking of which, where is your team? Why are you the only one seen? Don't tell me that guy is too."

The barbarian's eyes rolled around, and finally landed on Jeluka, who was carrying him, leaving only her long purple hair behind. Jeluka, wearing a dignified and beautiful maid uniform, was exploring everywhere like a curious baby. She doesn't look like an adventurer at all. I told her before setting off to at least wear a cloak, you bastard! !

Ah, speaking of which, I seem to have remembered something. This dirty maid seemed to have borrowed a cloak from me last time, and she hasn’t returned it yet. You bastard! That was made for me by Veras herself. Although I still have dozens of pieces with me and thousands of pieces stored at home, they are not precious things that can be given away easily! !

The barbarian frowned. Her unique aesthetics prevented her from being immediately attracted by Jeluka's dignified beauty, and the elf's unique pointed ears made him look thoughtful.

"Elf teammates are really rare."

"Ahem, Jeluka."

I coughed a few times and pulled Jeluka over, who was in curious baby mode. Hey, hey, aren't you awake yet? You have been underestimated by others.

As if she had just noticed the presence of the barbarian, Jeluka raised her head blankly and glanced at the huge barbarian standing in front of her like an iron tower, which was almost twice as tall as her.

Stare~ Barbarian: "..."

"Human, what's the matter?"

Suddenly, the aura changed. The Sword of the Rising Sun was held in his arms at some point, and his expression straightened. A majestic and just aura emanated from this slutty maid, and those purple eyes were like those in her hands. Like the Sword of the Rising Sun she held in her arms, it shone with a noble and dignified light. At this moment, Jeluka seemed to have a huge, solemn and benevolent paladin silhouette behind her.

Pack! So good at pretending! !

No wonder she was able to deceive other elves. I was almost frightened by Jeluka's pure knight image and aura. When she was in Kurast, she had never shown such an appearance. It looked like, She wanted to give the barbarian brother in front of her a chance to look down on her. No wonder others would look down on her. It was obvious that she had just put on a childish look that made people misunderstand. This guy is really super~~~ ~~~~~~~~~Unreasonable and petty! ! !

The momentum is quite cute, huh.

"Wu~~~Wu Gu~~~~"

The overwhelming aura emanating from Jeluka, as well as the sharp contrast with her previous appearance, made the barbarian swallow dryly and let out an unexplained cry from his throat.

"If not, please forgive me."

Although she was nearly half shorter than the barbarian, she seemed to be looking down at him from a high position. After saying this indifferently, Jeluka sheathed her giant sword, turned around, and continued her research.

"Recently...there are too many people with dual personalities."

After a while, the barbarian who was frightened by Jeluka struggled to speak. Indeed, the strong contrast between before and after, someone who is not very familiar with Jeluka would not be able to tell that most of her words and deeds are different. It was staged, but in fact there was only one true identity - that timid and stupid maid. Anyone who saw the scene just now would think that she was someone with dual or multiple personalities.

Fortunately, adventurers with multiple personalities are not a rare animal.

"Yeah...yeah, there's no way." I wiped the sweat from my forehead and echoed.

"It's hard to take care of teammates like this, right? But they are really strong. Maybe you can give them a try."

The barbarian patted my shoulder and said with a smile.

"Let's go first, my teammates are still waiting for me."

Then, he casually waved with his back to this side: "By the way, I almost forgot to mention, my team is called Seven Darks Team, you already know it, and I, my name is Tureza, what can I do? If so, come to Simba Hotel to find it. By the way, I have a message that the hunting operation will start in three or four days, so you might as well take this opportunity to get used to it."

After saying that, he and the other six people disappeared into the thick fog like ghosts.

"Let's go too."

Turning around, I decisively slapped the pornographic maid on the forehead with a slap in the face. After waking her up, I strode towards the straight street ahead.

"Hmph, he must be eager to plunder the beauty of the new place. A guy like His Highness could just be kicked to death by ten thousand horses."

Holding Jeluka with a slightly red forehead, she caught up from behind with tears in her eyes and muttered.

It turns out that I am already ten thousand times more powerful than the Duke of Beasts. For some reason, I suddenly felt angry and felt an inexplicable sense of pride in my heart.

Let me see, according to Akara's letter, we should go to the person in charge of the demon fortress area, and then dig out the old drunkard. Anyway, that old woman must be selling drunk in some bar now. wrong.

"Let me take a look. I remember that I was asked to find a blacksmith named Glio. What is the relationship between this guy and Helb of the Demon Fortress in the First World? Brothers? Enemies? Friends? The two names are really similar when compared. This is so painful.

In the gray fortress full of medieval style, after many rounds and many trips, we finally found Glio's blacksmith shop. We were able to do blacksmith business in a place where dwarves hang out. It shows that this guy does have some skills. .

There was only a huge training furnace outside the shop door, and a few hammer tools that were thrown aside, but the Glio people were not there. When I looked inside the shop, I suddenly heard the familiar sound of someone wanting to hit someone.

"Thanks to the presence of Your Majesty the Elder, the Demon Fortress can survive the greatest crisis."

"Wherever, this is my duty."

"Oh, yes, yes, I have a jar of good wine here. Elder, would you like to have a few drinks?"

"I appreciate your kindness, but I still have important responsibilities."

Am...are my ears hallucinating?

At this moment, my mood was as full of shock and disbelief as if I saw Fini picking up gold coins on the road.

"Oh, it's Mr. Wu's breath. It seems it's already here. Why don't you come in?"

The greeting from the voice just now came from inside, and with mechanical steps, I walked into the room inside the shop step by step. I saw a bearded man with a stiff smile and almost collapsed. Then, there was the man with his back to me. , with the same burgundy hair and cape as the back of the hero who just appeared in the anime.

"Wu, you are finally here."

After posing fully, the guy turned around and showed the gentle smile of an elder.

“Ahhhh————!!”

In an instant, I covered my eyes and screamed, rolling on the ground, blinding my eyes. How could that old drunkard, that old woman, show such a disgusting smile? Do you believe it? I would rather believe that the three demon gods will suddenly realize it and run to farm! !

"Oops, Wu, what's wrong with you? There's sand in your eyes? Let me blow them out for you."

The old drunkard walked up with a disgusting smile, lifted me up without any explanation, turned his back to Greo, raised two fingers and touched my eyes...

“Ouch, ouch, ouch————!!”

This time, she howled in pain, bleeding, and her eyes were bleeding. This bastard... this old woman, actually... However, this is her style. Despite the pain, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, the serious old drunkard just now was really creepy. Compared to the mental torture, the pain from his eyes was nothing at all.

The old drunkard forced him down on the chair. He turned around, his eyes glowing with an almost evil light.

"Glio, let me introduce to you. This is Elder Wu Fan. He will be the next person to defend the Demon Fortress on my behalf."

"Yes, is that so? Elder Kasha has worked really hard."

Under Kasha's gaze, Greo was trembling like a mouse cornered by a cat.

"Wherever I am, it is only my duty to serve the people. As long as I think of such a great task on my shoulders, the blood on my body can't help but boil. Yes, love, peace, justice and glory will be with each other. The alliance is with us.”

Like a passionate male protagonist under the sunset on the beach, Kasha stepped on the rock (chair), facing the oncoming huge waves, and preached passionately.

Looking at the tall, completely abnormal figure of the old drunkard in the setting sun, Greo and I were like two stones on the beach, cowering in a corner and chattering with trembling teeth.

"This guy's head was hit by a rock?"

I pointed to the old drunkard who was still making a proclamation and asked secretly.

Glio shook his head.

"That means it was caught by the door?"

Greo still shook his head.

"You must have eaten something strange." I clapped my hands.

"No, in short, it's great that you arrived in time, Elder Fan. Otherwise, facing Elder Kasha like this, I would really have collapsed."

Greo said with a tearful tone, what could have happened that could make such a big man cry? Recalling my blind behavior just now, I suddenly felt the same.

"That's right, in order to implement love and justice, no matter how hard you work, in order to create a paradise of peace, it doesn't matter if you dye your armor red. For the glory of the alliance, you will have no hesitation even if you sacrifice yourself. For 5,000 gold coins, for until On God’s birthday, you can eat, drink and have fun as much as you want. Even if you endure it and don’t drink for a while, then... Guwa~~~wine~~~~wine~~~~"

When I saw the word "wine" mentioned, I immediately felt like a fish out of water, grabbing my own throat and rolling around on the floor. An old drunkard who was constantly struggling between reason and lust, Greo and I couldn't help but feel distant. Look out the window.

This old woman completely exposed her ugly purpose.

"Come on, Glio, write down what you just said, write it on a piece of paper, and let me take it back."

Suddenly he stood up straight from the ground like a zombie, his eyes were bloodshot, and he staggered to Greo. The old drunkard placed a piece of white paper and a spear in front of Greo.

"Hey, you are threatening, I want to tell Grandma Akara." I protested dissatisfied.

"Shut up, Mr. Wu, you saw me threatening Greo with that eye of yours."

"I saw it with both eyes, you saw it, you bastard!!"

"Forget it, Elder Kasha has indeed done an outstanding job in the past half month."

Greo said with a wry smile on the side, and wrote something on the paper, stamped it after a moment, and handed it to the old drunkard.

"Well, that's good."

The old drunkard took one look, nodded his head hummingly, then suddenly his eyes widened and he began to murmur.

"Could it be said that...we are finally liberated?"

He raised his head suddenly, and his bloodshot eyes scanned the entire room, finally stopping on the jar of wine that Glio took out. In the silent room, a huge gulping sound sounded.

Then, whoosh, no one saw how the old drunkard disappeared. In short, she and the altar disappeared into the room.

"We...did we let a beast out of its cage?" I said to myself as I looked outside the door.

The entire demon fortress may be trembling for the old drunkard who has been thirsty for half a month.

"At least...it's better than putting her in the same cage as myself."

Greo thought for a moment and gave a very meaningful answer.

"Elder of the Alliance, Druid Wu Fan."

"The person in charge of the Demon Fortress, Blacksmith Glio."

The men who had experienced the "battlefield" together held their hands together and laughed.

"Don't worry, that guy won't be happy for long." Suddenly remembering something, I clapped my hands happily.

"That guy owed almost 5,000 gold coins in drinking money at the bar in the camp. I understand what Akara meant. In the end, she still couldn't get even a penny."

After a few gloating laughs, I continued.

"Also, after being liberated from the mission, that guy has completely indulged himself and will definitely owe a lot of wine money at the Demon Fortress. Therefore, even if Grandma Akara agreed to the period from the completion of the mission to the birthday of the god , give her a holiday, but she has to continue to accept orders in order to pay back the money."

"Tall, Great Elder Akara is really tall."

After hearing this, Greo couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes. That old fox had simply calculated every move of the old drunkard.

"By the way, didn't that guy come to you to sell equipment?"

I suddenly asked, since the old drunkard is so embarrassed, he should take advantage of this man's opportunity to make a big deal, just in the camp. With the old drunkard's level 78, even if he will Killing the monsters in the entire Rogge Grassland might not reveal anything, but it was different here. The monsters in the Demon Fortress and the third world monsters brought by the crystal fragments were all at a high level, enough for her to obtain The explosion rate is normal. With her skill, it wouldn't be difficult even if she kills Big Pineapple's clone in two or three strokes.

"No, Elder Kasha has never sold anything to me." Greo shook his head.

"Did Grandma Akara issue any prohibition? For example, an order prohibiting trading with that guy or something."

"No, the Great Elder did not impose such a ban." Greo shook his head again.

"That's strange, why did that guy..." I muttered to myself.

"I'm afraid it's Elder Kasha himself who has very important principles."

"Principle, that guy?"

I blinked in disbelief. Can principles and old drunkards really come close to each other?

There are many stories behind the old drunkard. I know that the old drunkard regards alcohol as a driving force for survival. I can also guess a little bit, but I never thought that a guy like that could regard this kind of thing as an irreversible principle.

How confused is she that she has to be like this, regard wine as her only motivation, and then set such boring principles...