All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Quick, Qualkek and the others are right in front!"

Nordink strode to the front of the team carrying a giant ax, his face full of arrogance. Although he was once a member of the barbarian clan, he has now abandoned this identity and is only Hardinson's right-hand man and the deputy city lord of New Harrogas.

The team of more than 2,000 people hurried along slowly and gradually became a long queue. Under the dark night, the torches were winding and circling, spreading on the cold land of the Arreat Plateau, like giant snakes.

"Stop!" Nordink estimated that it was almost this distance, but he didn't hear any sound of fighting. He immediately felt something bad and raised his hand to signal the team to stop.

The people behind gradually gathered. Nordink was puzzled. According to Hardinson's plan, it is estimated that Qualkek and other elite barbarians were lured near here. But there was silence in front of them. Apart from the rapid breathing of the team due to the rush, there was no other movement.

"Go and take a few people to the front to take a look." Nordink can be Hardinson's deputy. In addition to being strong, he also has a cautious heart under his rough appearance.

Several assassins quickly walked out of the team and quickly disappeared under the thick night. About ten minutes later, a few lights suddenly flashed in the distance. Notink's eyes lit up, and he immediately called the team and rushed over.

When they got there, the few assassins who went to inquire were gathered in a circle as if they were wooden. Nordink strode forward and impatiently pushed away the assassin standing in front of him. With a glance, he felt relieved.

Fighting did take place here.

Nordink's eyes scanned the remaining traces of the battle on the ground, and he gradually felt something bad in his heart. Apart from a few deep footprints nearby, the only abnormality was that the area within a radius of about ten meters seemed to have been plowed over. All the stones in the ground were turned out.

What kind of skills are these traces of?

Nordink was a little panicked. Even after searching his memory, he could not find out which profession's skills could cause such an effect. Fear of the unknown is an innate human instinct. He quickly called for others to come over and guess together.

"It seems that I have been shocked. Is it caused by the mage's skills?" A druid rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully.

"No, no matter whether it is an ice mage, a fire mage, or an electric mage, it is impossible to cause such an effect." A mage immediately stood up and retorted: "It seems to be a purely power-based skill, I guess it is mostly Caused by the Paladin’s skills.”

This mage was very discerning and knew that Nordink was a barbarian, so he decisively put the blame on the Paladin. The Paladin's level 30 ultimate move, Fist of Heaven, may cause such a shock.

"Impossible, the Paladin does not have such pure power skills. Even if it is the Fist of Heaven, there should be holy light remaining nearby. But I found nothing." Of course, the Paladin refused to take the blame, and someone soon jumped out refute.

Now everyone knows it. There were flaws in the plan that prevented it from being completed perfectly. When we return to New Harrogath, someone will inevitably be used as a scapegoat. What? You said that you are the party carrying out the mission, and you don't care what secret techniques those people in Qualkek use? Stop making trouble. If you don't find a scapegoat, why don't you let the city lord take the blame?

For a time, the crowd was excited. Every profession tries its best to exclude the possibility of its own profession. Necromancers, Amazons, assassins and other professions were happy to make noises and muddy the waters. No matter how much discussion you make, it won't involve yourself.

"That's enough." Nordink is not stupid either. He knows that his subordinates are discussing on the surface, but in fact they are trying to make others take the blame. He was helpless. Hardinson was such an egotistical person that he was bound to look for scapegoats among these people afterwards.

"Are there any other discoveries nearby?" Nodink shouted loudly, his face as deep as water.

"Lord Notink, there are a few footprints here." Soon someone shouted over there.

Nordink separated everyone and strode over. When I got there, I looked down and saw that indeed, there were a few shallow footprints on the ground extending all the way into the distance.

"Walk."

The group set off again, following the footprints. It didn't take long to arrive at the place where Hardinson died. Nordink had good eyesight and could clearly see the severed head under the night cover from a distance. Who else could it be but Hardinson.

Nordink was flustered. He never thought Hardinson would die in a place like this. He quickly quickened his pace. When he came closer and took a closer look, his heart dropped.

It was indeed Hardinson.

At this time others also discovered Hardinson's death. The team suddenly became panicked. It can be said that New Harrogas is a city built entirely by Hardinson. Hardinson is their spiritual support. But now his spiritual pillar has been beheaded.

Someone in the team cried in fear. An atmosphere of despair permeated the team. No one knows what to do in the future. Where New Harrogath will go, no one can stand up and give an answer. Everyone seems to have foreseen the ending of New Harrogath disintegrating.

Nordink was also helpless at this time, with a look of death on his face.

After losing his only son and suffering a terrible disaster, Hardinson became very paranoid. The racial integration he advocated has completely changed after several years of development. Under his advocacy, anyone can have a super-friendship with their favorite target. No one is allowed to stop it. It can be said that success is Xiaohe and failure is Xiaohe.

New Harrogath has a strong appeal because of such a corrupt and degenerate environment. The professionals and civilians who were reborn after the disaster gradually changed their outlook on life, became extremely corrupt, and were loyal to Hardinson. But precisely because of this, all professionals and civilians who still have conscience and correct views firmly resist the annexation and expansion of New Harrogath.

Now that Hardinson is dead, even Nordink cannot guarantee that he can take over New Harrogas smoothly.

After a long time, Nordink regained his composure. At this time, he suddenly realized that this was a huge opportunity for him. New Harrogath is now leaderless. If New Harrogath can be controlled, then the Arreat Plateau and even the whole world will surrender under their feet in the future. His heart suddenly became hot.

"Hardinson, don't blame me for changing your plan." Nodink raised the corner of his mouth ferociously, and immediately shouted loudly: "Brothers, those damn barbarians killed Master Hardinson. We want revenge. Let them Women in our **** make the babies born by women our slaves!”

"Ula!" Everyone's eyes turned red and they were breathing heavily. **IAN The image of those women letting their children become their slaves is so delightful.

With just a few words, Nordink successfully stirred up the darkness in everyone's hearts and successfully accepted their allegiance. Seeing that the first step was effective, Noordink no longer hesitated and asked two people to take Hardinson's body, pointed in the direction of New Harrogas, and roared: "Go back with me and tell them Lord Hardinson's body." Death news. We want revenge. Those barbarians only deserve to be used as tools for our venting!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

The slogans echoed under the night for a long time. A long dragon made of torches meandered across the cold earth, extending all the way into the distance.