Chapter 120 The Last Gift

Lan Wu didn't know that a disaster was coming, but Barbara and the other two were all strong men, so how could they not notice such a big drop of the devil's blood.

"Be careful." Barbara's face suddenly changed, and she immediately accelerated and turned into a black shadow and rushed over.

"What?" Lan Wu turned his head and looked confused. At this time, the drop of Duriel's blood, which was enough to fill a basin, had already poured down on his head.

At the same time, the half-meter-long mouthparts fell down with a whirring sound, just in front of Barbara. The sharp mouthparts suddenly sank into the ground like a sharp spear, like piercing butter, leaving only a small bone stump on the top.

"Damn it." Barbara cursed secretly and had to stop immediately. She didn't care how rare Duriel's mouthparts were, and hurriedly looked up.

That was the devil's blood that could corrode even the soil.

Before she could see clearly, she heard Lan Wu shouting in surprise: "Good stuff."

Barbara was at a loss.

Lan Wu was overjoyed. Today was a good day for him. First, he solved the mystery of the fifteen BUG amulets, and then he beat the invincible Duriel. He thought he was satisfied, but Duriel not only escaped, but also gave him an indescribable gift before leaving.

The black blood of Duriel poured down on his head, and before it touched Lan Wu's skin. The runes all over his body suddenly seemed to be injected with chicken blood, scrambling to devour the blood of the demon kings that contained huge magic power. These runes devoured too fiercely. The blood of the demon kings that fell around him seemed to be attracted by a huge suction force, and rushed to him like a dragon entering the sea.

"Wait, wait." Lan Wu hurriedly took off the glove on his left hand, and hurriedly put the Stone Grip ring on his middle finger on the blood of the demon king. It was a pity that the magic runes were snatched up too quickly. Just after a drop the size of a little finger was touched, the Demon King's blood, which was more than a basin, was divided up by many magic runes, leaving not a single drop.

"What a pity." Lan Wu was extremely annoyed. He took out the Book of Identification and began to identify the Stone Grip while muttering. Not long after, he flipped through the Book of Identification, and immediately swept away his annoyance. He raised his left hand to admire it with a beaming eyebrow.

Stone Grip Ring

Level requirement: 9

+2 Strength

+95 Vitality

+127 Vitality (determined by the character level)

+2 Energy

+127 Energy (determined by the character level)

+223 Life

+5 Mana

+223 Maximum Stamina

Appreciating this ring that absorbed the blood of Duriel, Lan Wu was in a good mood. Duriel is worthy of being Duriel. Just a drop of blood directly unlocked two attributes.

Needless to say, the physical attribute determined by the character level. That's life, the higher the better. If life is not reset to zero, people will not die. Lan Wu loves the weird rules of this world. With 127 more points of stamina, his current health value has exceeded four digits even without the bonus of the bear man transformation. Once the bear man transforms, the upper limit will soar by another 50%.

Endurance is not as important as stamina, but it is also very useful. Thinking carefully, from the beginning to now, it is this attribute that has given him a lot of restrictions. If the endurance is reset to zero, people can't move, and some attributes such as strength and agility will be greatly discounted. When running, it takes about a little endurance per minute. Now there are 223 more endurance points out of thin air, enough to run continuously for more than three hours, plus a little natural recovery in the middle, running for four hours is not a problem. Endurance has been greatly improved.

"What a pity, what a pity." Lan Wu regretted secretly. If he had just kept Duriel, the harvest would have been even greater. Maybe he could have directly unlocked this sealed ring completely. He still remembered the other attributes of this ring.

"Strange boy." Barbara's expression eased a little, and she didn't even look at the half of Duriel's mouthparts that sank into the ground in front of her. If it weren't for the Archangel Tyrael and her daughter Flora, how could she care about this reckless kid.

Barbara didn't take this half of Duriel's mouthparts to heart, but it didn't mean that no one was jealous.

Ende came back to his senses, saw the bone fragments exposed on the ground, turned his feet immediately, and almost pounced with a residual shadow. This is an item from the demon king. It's a real demon king.

It's not a clone condensed by magic power.

Throughout the ages, items like this from the strongest people in the world are rare. This kind of material with huge magic power, whether it is used to make equipment or to use alchemical methods to infuse the majestic magic power into equipment, can greatly enhance the attributes of the equipment. For example, the suit left by the barbarian god, the immortal king Bul-Kathos after his death.

It is said that this supreme barbarian suit was made from the remains of the Immortal King. This statement is very popular. However, many barbarians firmly deny it.

What a joke, who is the barbarian god Bul-Kathos? How could his remains be made into the strongest suit?

Ende has traveled for many years and naturally knows this rumor. But he believes the first statement more. If it is not made from the remains of the Immortal King, how can this barbarian suit have such powerful power.

And in front of him is something comparable to the Immortal King - Duriel's mouthparts.

"As long as I can get it..." Ende couldn't keep calm, and rushed forward selflessly, with only the fresh bone stumps exposed on the ground in his eyes. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hands touched Duriel's mouthparts, a scream suddenly rang out.

"Ah." Ende retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and hurriedly pulled off the gloves and threw them on the ground. Before the gloves fell to the ground, white smoke rose slowly. A good pair of gloves turned into a piece of torn leather.

"So poisonous." Ende gritted his teeth and stared at the half of Duriel's mouthparts with tears in his eyes. A good pair of golden gloves was ruined like this. With his level, where can he find such a pair of high-level gloves that suit him.

"That was a close call." Hank touched his bald head with a look of fear. Just now, he couldn't help but want to grab Duriel's mouthparts. But when he saw that Ende was faster, he immediately sobered up and gave up this impossible idea.

He is the boss, and of course the good things should be left to the boss.

But now it seems that this has escaped a disaster. It is not easy to find high-level gloves that suit you.

Ende's scream startled Lan Wu. He looked back, laughed dumbly, and fixed his eyes on the book of identification in his hand again. He raised his right hand and pressed the Book of Identification, then opened it. He felt better after seeing it.

Upgraded.

God has mercy on me. Ever since Rodament activated that damn magic talisman, my level has been like a nail on the wall, and it has been completely fixed. A mere level 15... My God, if I use this level to fight Diablo and the others, it would be like going to die. The five free attributes gained for each level up are not a small number. When added up, the strength will change dramatically. At least the life can be much higher.

Level 20.

The level has skyrocketed by five levels. Lan Wu was not very sad. Now he can finally keep up with Avila and the others. Level 20 is not high, but it is not low either. Level 18 for professionals is a hurdle. At this level, most schools have been fixed. Now that I have reached level 20, it is enough to start planning the professional equipment that suits me.

"It's time to go back to Rogue Camp." Lan Wu put away the Book of Identification with satisfaction. It has been a while since he came to Lugain. I think Chasi has studied magic forging thoroughly with the help of Farah. In addition to the artifact Horadric Cube he just got... He was so happy that he couldn't help drooling.

A double-heat-flow long sword in his left hand, a zombie head of the dead spirit summoning flow in his right hand, and a wolf head of the deformation flow on his head... He really killed people and gods.

For a while, Lan Wu was in a trance, completely immersed in a beautiful future. He didn't realize that there was a huge problem in front of him.

"How should we leave?" Barbara's cold voice interrupted Lan Wu's YY.

"This is simple. Tyrael told me to forcefully break the seal of Duriel." Lan Wu didn't care about Barbara's consistent indifference, and frankly said the instructions left by Tyrael's clone before he disappeared.

"Forcibly breaking the space, it's easy to say." Ende had a dark face and snorted coldly.

Barbara frowned slightly. She was very disappointed. Her husband, who had no feelings, behaved foolishly one after another, and was not worthy of being the leader of the Dark Ravens. How could she know that Ende was already in a state of mental disorder at the moment.

The beloved lover was disfigured, and then he was ruthlessly betrayed by this lover. Then the Archangel Tyrael gave all his power to the God of Grace without paying attention to anyone else. In the end, he wanted to get the Tooth of Duriel, which was enough to make a sharp weapon, but he even lost the gloves he had collected with great difficulty. The successive blows made this ambitious and proud son of heaven lose his usual composure.

"It's actually very simple." Lan Wu ignored him at all, smiled to himself and pointed to the ten-meter-high clay golem not far away: "You should be able to break this seal with its power. Tyrael told me that when Duriel escaped, this seal lost its magic support and became very fragile."

"How to do it?" Barbara relaxed her brows and did not continue to pay attention to her husband's abnormality.

"Attack this point at the same time as it." Lan Wu raised his hand and pointed to the ground not far away.

"I understand." Barbara nodded, suddenly pulled herself forward, stabbed the clay golem's leg three times in a row, and then retreated to her original position with a trail of afterimages.

"Then let's start." Lan Wu looked at the three gray light balls swirling around Barbara, and took the initiative to retreat a few meters. This is the gathering of energy for the martial arts assassin. It's just that it's hard to tell which gathering skill it is.

After the voice fell, Ende didn't move. Hank spit into his palm, rubbed it, then grabbed the two-handed sword and stepped back a few steps, his eyes staring straight at the place Lan Wu had just pointed.

"Ende." Barbara frowned and looked at Ende unhappily.

"I know the severity of it." Ende responded stiffly, his face gloomy. He felt uncomfortable having to obey the orders of this divine benefactor. But there was no other way. Apart from this method, he couldn't think of any other way to leave here.

"Do it." Lan Wu shouted, took the lead in changing to the fist sword, and threw a flame explosion. Although the skill level is low, it can still provide some damage.

The flame blast drew an arc in the air, and just as it was about to explode on the ground, the thick arms of the clay golem, Barbara's dragon tail, Hank's jumping attack, and Ender's blessed hammer hit the flame blast at the same time.

Crack.

With an almost inaudible crisp sound, the entire space suddenly shattered again like glass.