Chapter 1,651 Black History Is About to Be Released, only Selling for 998

...I came out of Akara’s tent and looked around. After hesitating for a moment, I rushed towards the training ground. (eg.com

Along the way, the brain is still thinking and digesting.

According to the previous development, I originally thought that there was something wrong with Dia from the Horadric clan, or that the elves encountered some difficulties. Of course, the most likely one was the Hell clan.

I didn't expect it to be the case at all.

The ones who had an accident this time turned out to be Sister Sharna and the old drunkard Kasha.

As for the old drunkard, to be honest, I have actually considered it. After all, she was already very unrighteous before she left. I felt that something would happen sooner or later. For example, one day she suddenly broke out, took up a spear and said she was going to challenge Andariel, such as He said that he suddenly broke out one day, put on his snow clothes and said that he was going to Harlow. Chapter 1651: Black History is about to be released, only selling for 998, in the depths of the Gas Snow Mountain to find his old lover who has been missing for a hundred years.

And so on, anyway, this guy has countless dark histories, and he can come up with anything just thinking about it.

But what I didn't expect was that her dark history actually involved Sister Sharna. The specific reason was unknown. Akara and Kane didn't tell me much. They only asked me to find these two people and use my own eyes. Confirm the historical truth in person with your ears.

After combing through what happened, the only relatively detailed information was - the day before yesterday, Sister Erna entered the Red Gate, commonly known as the Cow Gate, for nearly ten months. Finally came out, and the next day, he had a big fight with the old drunkard.

This is a big fight. It was not the kind of battle that was controlled within a certain range before, but a completely unrestrained and merciless fight to the death. If old man Farah hadn't discovered it early and activated the magic circle in time to get the two troublemakers out, the camp would probably have been destroyed. There were heavy casualties.

Fortunately, no big trouble occurred.

To be honest, my heart almost jumped out of my throat when I heard Akara say this. If their battle really spreads to the camp and causes a lot of sacrifices, Akara will never show mercy. One Thousand Six Hundred and Fifty-One Black History is about to be released, and it will only sell for 998. When I am caught in the middle of several people, I don’t know what to do.

But now is not the time to settle down, after a big battle. Nothing seemed to come of it. Sister Sharna and the old drunkard parted ways and left. So far, no trace of them has been found.

What happened to these two people, and why did they suddenly have to fight to this extent?

I frowned. Puzzled.

As the person who has the most contact with the two people, I know the relationship between Sister Sharna and the old drunkard very well. Although they fight back and forth all day long, they are both arrogant like a queen. Apart from Sister Sharna, Apart from me, I probably only regard the old drunkard as a relative. Well, Princess Sanwu may also be regarded as a relative.

And the old drunkard showed it even more blatantly with his actions. Look, compared to Sister Sharna, not to mention me, even Carlos and Seattle, her true disciples, feel like It's like being raised by a stepmother, and the level of treatment is completely different.

How could two people like this actually fight? Could it be that he is too arrogant and gets angry?

No, no, no, it’s not a child anymore, so this is unlikely.

Maybe this has something to do with Sister Sharna going to the Dairy Pass? She went looking for the Cow's Tears, which was said to be able to restore memory, but she didn't know if she had found it. According to the current view, she probably found it, which led to something terrible.

It seems that only by finding one of these two people can the mystery be solved.

I thought about it and decided to go find the old drunkard first.

It is relatively easy to confirm the scope of her actions and activities. As for Sister Sharna, I am currently in teleportation and cannot contact her, which means that she is no longer in the camp. However, she did not use the teleportation array and walked through the misty forest. The possibility of Lu Gaoyin is unlikely, and he should still be within the scope of Roge Grassland.

It's just that Rogge Grassland is so big, but it's hard to find her. It's better to find the old drunkard first and find out the matter. Maybe you will know where she went. (.megcm

Thinking about it all the way, I came to the training ground and looked around, but I didn't see her figure. Well, as expected.

I took a look when I passed by her old house just now. I didn't see it. The more than a hundred dirty bright red cloaks that were said to be ancestral treasures were still thrown there, piled in a pile, and there was a smell. The strong smell of fermented sauerkraut can be smelled from a distance. This old woman is so lazy. No wonder no man dares to ask for it now.

I guess it's just Brother Hong B. Despite his cold and venomous appearance, he may actually be a family man who can wash, cook, farm, clean, mend, and repair. Maybe he just likes an old drunkard.

Shaking my head, I looked for several other secret dens of the old drunkard.

The secret hideout mentioned was actually just a place to hide from debts. Akara probably knew about it a long time ago, so I didn't have any confidence that I would be able to find her. Sure enough, after walking around for a while, no miracle happened.

Where did it go? This bastard.

In the nearly ten years since I've known the old drunkard, I've never heard of her being anywhere other than the camp. When she goes to the wild... well, with her urinary properties, could it be that she goes to eat and drink with the Sinking Demon? Already?

It's impossible, no matter how miserable you are, it won't become like this.

Oh, right.

I suddenly thought of a place. Although it was extremely unlikely, I couldn't think of anything else.

Boneyard, hmm.

Do you still remember what she said to me when I first met the old drunkard? To be precise, what kind of mission did she give me?

Let me go to the Boneyard and kill the Bloodraven.

Not just me, but every rookie team, she would try to fool them. Until the past few years, almost all newcomers have realized her bad nature, and the chance of success in cheating has been low. Only then did she stop this meaningless behavior.

This guy must have some deep grudge against Blood Crow.

Thinking of this, I decided to hold on to the hope. Visit the Boneyard.

In the Cold Plains teleportation array, two mages and guards guarding the teleportation array were surrounding a bonfire. Fighting the freezing weather.

Although spring has quietly arrived, here in the icy plains covered with snow all year round, instead of getting warmer, the weather has become more humid, making it seem even more biting and cold.

"No one would want to practice in this damn weather." The mage rubbed his hands and shivered from the cold wind blowing in from the valley.

"The snowstorm just stopped yesterday. We have already notified the camp. However, it is estimated that no adventurers will come over in the next few days. It is possible to return." Another soldier said.

"The guard mission will end in a few days. Next time I would rather go to the transfer station on the second floor of the tomb. Although it is a bit gloomy, at least it won't be as cold."

"Come on, what did you say when we were guarding on the first floor of the prison last time? I would rather go to the cold plains and suffer the cold than sit in such a gloomy ghost cell." The soldier laughed.

"Last time was last time, and this time is this time. A cell is a cell, and a tomb is a tomb." The mage muttered, his voice much softer.

At this moment, the teleportation array fluctuated with white light, and a figure quickly jumped out from it. Before he could see clearly, he had already sped away.

"Who is coming to the Cold Plains at this time?"

"I'm really anxious. There is only one person, a master of the alliance. Is he rushing to complete some task?"

The two of them looked at the retreating figure and murmured to themselves.

But just as the two of them finished speaking, the figure came back to kill them.

"Excuse me, which direction is the burial ground?" asked a cloaked figure who stopped in front of the two of them.

"It turns out to be Elder Fan."

After the mage and soldiers saw their faces clearly, they stood up in awe.

As a member of Rogge's soldiers, wouldn't they know the big man in front of them, not to mention that he once replaced an irresponsible alcoholic elder and had been intermittently managing the soldiers in the entire camp until recently when Carrie Lady Na took over completely. Just the cloaked man, the dead sister control, the harem elder, the mainland twin stars and other famous names were already so famous that they couldn't be ignored even if they wanted to.

"Are you going to the Bone Burial Ground? It's in that direction." The soldier pointed in a direction and answered first.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Excuse me, which direction is the burial ground?"

"Sir, it's in that direction, just go straight in this direction." The soldier thought the other party didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it.

There was another moment of silence.

"Excuse me, which direction is the burial ground?"

"It's over there..." The soldier scratched his head, wondering why Elder Fan hadn't heard clearly yet. Wasn't it said that Druid's ears were very sensitive?

"Excuse me, which direction is the burial ground?" The other party seemed to have turned into a repeater, repeating the lines just now.

"Elder Fan, is... over there?" He was asked strangely over and over again, and the soldier almost knelt down in front of him and burst into tears.

"Idiot." The mage cursed in a low voice, pulled the soldier's shoulder back from behind, took a step forward, and showed a smile.

"Elder Fan, why not let me take you there myself."

"Is it really okay? It won't disturb your mission." Finally, the repeater opposite had new lines.

"At your service."

"Which team are you from? Thank you so much. Now, let's set off immediately."

As he said that, the other party was already carrying the mage away like a chicken.

"Why did I forget..."

After watching the two people leave, the soldier suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead regretfully.

Elder Fan is a super road fool.

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Under the guidance of the mage, the conspicuous shape of the Bone Burial Ground soon appeared in the distance.

"That's all. Thank you very much."

"No, it's my pleasure."

"Can you go back alone?"

"Of course you can. The weather and monsters in the Cold Plains are not a problem for me." The mage said with a confident smile.

"If there is anything else you need help with, please feel free to ask."

"No, not anymore. You go back first. It's troublesome."

"Okay, I wish you all the best..."

After watching the mage leave, I turned around. Looking towards the burial ground.

I hope the old drunkard is here, otherwise, otherwise... I will waste another scroll of returning to the city.

A burial place where resentment lingers. Even the blizzard bypassed this place, unwilling to come in. I walked through the wet and soft mud that faintly smelled of corpses, and finally found a familiar touch of wine in the center of the cemetery. Red back.

You really have to fumble around on your own. That’s right.

I breathed a sigh of relief and strode forward.

With his back to me, he sat on the top of a dilapidated stone tomb three to four meters high. This guy was bored and picked up gravel, squeezed mud balls, and smashed them one by one on the poor little skeleton zombies underneath. lumps and stone particles. She could hit the skeletons and zombies that were about to attack her with incomparable accuracy, knocking them out of balance and causing them to fall into pieces in mid-air.

The owner of the Boneyard, Blood Crow, was nowhere to be seen and seemed to have been killed. Otherwise, the old drunkard wouldn't be able to smash the little monsters on it so leisurely.

"How old are you? You're still playing in the mud. If you don't change your bad taste, I'm afraid even Carlos and Seattle Lake will avoid you."

I threw a fire storm to let these toyed skeletons and zombies rest.

"Is it you?" The old drunkard turned his face with dark circles around his eyes, a look of displeasure on his face, as if to say, you can find me even if I hide here, the wolf nose really works.

"Why, did you receive an order from Akara to force me back to deal with it? In that case, the stinky girl will also have to take part in it. Are you willing to do it?"

"Don't worry, if that time comes, I will not hesitate to fabricate the facts and put all the charges against Sister Sharna on you."

"That's right. You should have guessed that you would do this. What a reassuring student." The old drunkard laughed, subconsciously shook the wine bottle in his hand, and took a sip in his mouth.

However, not even a drop of liquid dropped from the wine bottle raised high.

I shook my head, took out a jar of elven fruit wine, and threw it over.

"Ha~~~"

Taking the wine jar, weighing it in his hand for a few times, the old drunkard couldn't wait to open it. Like a thirsty traveler in the desert, he directly raised the wine jar and drank heavily, letting the light green wine flow from the corner of his mouth. It spilled on both sides and wet the clothes and armor on his body.

This is really... so depressing.

Although the old drunkard was usually miserable enough, she was even better now. It seemed that people who lost their fathers at a young age, lost their children in middle age, or lost their spouses in their later years were not as miserable as she was.

After drinking a third of it in one gulp, she put down the wine jar with a heavy gulp.

"You kid, you must have come here specially to deliver drinks, right?" She glanced at me, playing with the stones in her hand boredly, swinging her legs, and looking at the sky with unfocused pupils.

What a beautiful oil painting of a girl's melancholy, if only the old drunkard could be a hundred years younger.

"Don't you know best why I came to you?"

I rolled my eyes, kicked my legs, and went up to the top of the mausoleum. I sat cross-legged next to the old drunkard... Well, this guy drank too much and didn't take a shower. He stinked so bad that he had to sit farther away.

"Akara is so smart, I asked you to come over." With a sneer, the old drunkard shook his head and asked suddenly.

"Boy, tell me, am I a guy with a bad personality, cowardly, and good for nothing?"

I was stunned at the time, as if countless thunderbolts flashed through my mind. I stayed there for a long time before murmuring.

"Old drunkard, you...you must have been living in a muddle for so many years, and only now have you realized how depraved you are."

"Tsk, even though it's an expected answer, you kid is really annoying."

"However, I want to praise you. You can get rid of cowardice. After all, someone who owes the entire bar in the camp, has to be collected by the boss every day, and still goes his own way under Akala's nose, cannot be a coward. , it would be more correct to say bold." I praised it sincerely. Of course, I don't care whether it sounds like a compliment to others.

"Yeah?"

I thought that the old drunkard would be furious and give me a lesson as usual. Unexpectedly, these words seemed to touch a button she didn't know, making her smile bitterly, and then burst into laughter.

Although it is very vulgar, this laughter sounds really sad.

"I didn't expect that all these years of wantonness would erase the timidity and cowardice. What an unexpected gain."

Touching his chin, the old drunkard smiled proudly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

Is this guy... finally going to touch that dark history?

That glorious period about the burgundy devil.

Why does the old drunkard feel that... he was timid and cowardly before? What happened?

I sat upright, determined to get to the bottom of the old drunkard's dark history this time.

"It seems that I have to tell you the truth this time." Seeing my serious statement, the old drunkard turned around with a hint of joking in his voice.

"If you know it, stop talking nonsense. Who asked you to involve Sister Sharna? I don't care what you do, but when it comes to Sister Sharna, I can't let it go anymore." I responded with a grand reason. road.

"That stinky girl... Humph!" When talking about Sister Sharna, a complicated look flashed in the eyes of the old drunkard... To be continued! ! !