Click, click......

Xue Hua held the magic circle that emitted a faint white light in his right hand, and carefully stepped on the ashes and dust all over the ground and walked step by step in the streets and alleys of Tristram. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

He tried not to make a loud noise, lest he once again attract the encirclement of the Infinite Undead legion from nowhere in the mist.

The strategy was clearly successful, as his actions were fairly smooth along the way, and it appeared that Leorik had left little defensive force in Tristram City.

Along the way, the most things Xue Hua saw with the psionic light source were completely charred houses and piles of dry bones piled up on street corners, and the ground under his feet was also a completely cracked land that had been completely demonized, and a breath of silent death continued to echo among the ruins of this huge city.

One thing that Xue Hua expected was that the city was not like the miniature map of only four or five small houses in the game, it was supposed to be a huge and prosperous typical knight kingdom of the Western Realms.

It originally belonged to the Knight Monarch Leoric, not the "Black Mad Lord" Leoric.

It's a pity that the Paladin King, who led the people to choose a location to build a city, did not expect that the blessed place they chose would become the first stronghold chosen by the demons who invaded the First World.

Diablo.

The powerful god of dread took matters into his own hands and began to use its terrifying power to torment Leoric.

It made the holy monarch feel the horror of being betrayed by his own vassals, and allowed him to "see" the horrors of his family being humiliated and slaughtered.

The constant spiritual erosion of the Dreaddemon God eventually drove Leolek's noble soul crazy, and the Paladin Monarch, who was known for his benevolence, degenerated into a suspicious madman.

He began to trust his courtiers and alienate him, and eventually challenged his overlord, Westmar.

Leorik sent a cavalry legion led by the captain of his Praetorian Guard to attack Westhorse, and after their rightful defeat, he frantically accused them of being traitors and waste.

Unable to endure this, the Captain of the Praetorian Guard finally took him off with his own hands, and then raised his sword to kill himself in front of his corpse.

Unfortunately, the Praetorian Captain's noble deeds, worthy of being called an epic, failed to save Tristram and his monarch.

After Leoric's death, the army of Hell officially began to invade the First World, and the terrible Diablo descended directly on Tristram in his true form, destroying everything here and pulling Leoreic's soul back from the realm of the dead.

It cursed Leolek and kept it alive forever with an empty shell of nothingness.

The carnage and carnage of Skeletron and the fear he sowed became Diablo's most delicious food, and every time Leorik killed a subject he had sworn to protect, a force would be transmitted to the Lord of Dread, the struggle and despair of Skeletron's soul, and the pain and fear of the slain.

At the time, Skeletron's appearance had brought disaster to the survivors of Tristram, and Leorick struggled under the cursed yoke, the more it struggled, the more crazy it became, and the more crazy it became.

The end result of this vicious cycle is that almost all of Tristram's survivors have been slaughtered by Leoric, and the bones of these survivors have been resurrected into its own legion, which will help it continue to hunt down other survivors.

It wasn't until the end, the prince of Prime Minister Aemon and Leorik risked his life to take away Skeletron's crown, and Emon used the gem embedded in the crown to tear apart part of Leorick's soul, coupled with the growing repulsion of demons in the world itself, Skeletron was finally sealed off to the royal tomb underground.

Aemon hid the crown in his burial chamber and guarded it with his life and soul.

Missing this part of his soul, Skeletron is no longer complete, unable to travel to Hell, but also unable to appear on earth, and if it weren't for the reckless actions of Numbers 1 and 7 later, the horrific Monarch of Death would have been locked away forever in the royal mausoleum.

But now, Skeletron sees a glimmer of freedom and vows to seize the opportunity to bring the horrors of Diablo back to the devastated First World.

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Xue Hua recalled the history of Tristram that he had seen in ancient books, and slowly walked among the desolate and dead ruins of the city.

It was a different place from the ruins of the city of Kurast that he had seen before.

He could deeply feel that the city was dead, and there was no longer any flame of hope.

Tristram was now just an empty shell, just like its former ruler, Leorik.

He walked to the corner of a main street, and was about to continue his march towards the location of the royal family's mausoleum, when suddenly a heavy footstep came from the other side of the street, and the sound was uniform to the extreme, like a team of soulless robots marching.

Xue Hua quickly retracted and hid in a half-collapsed house next to him, extinguished the spiritual light ball on the staff in his right hand, and looked out through the smoked dark window.

I saw a team of skeleton guards with the aura of death slowly patrolling the streets in two columns, these skeleton guards were completely different from the miscellaneous fish skeletons that Xue Hua had seen before.

They were covered in black, full-covered armor, and held heavy shields and long, cold-lit knives.

Not only that, but the psionic aura emanating from these skeletons is also extraordinary, almost all of them are above 6.0.

This means that they are at least elite undead at the level of clones, and their combat power is by no means comparable to that of the kind of junior skeletons that win by quantity.

Seeing these skeleton guards, the corners of Xue Hua's mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Leorik still had a hand, and these powerful skeleton guards were the same Janissaries it had been.

Before he decided to attack Tristram, Kane had reminded him to be careful of these elite necromantic warriors, who were a force that would strike fear into the hearts of any enemy, both before and after.

Xue Hua lay motionless in the dust behind the window frame, quietly watching the skeleton guards slowly move away, not daring to make any moves that would alarm them.

If the insect swarm could move freely in the city, Xue Hua would not be afraid of these elite skeleton guards at all.

But now he was the only one, and in the face of a full fifty skeleton guards of more than 60 levels, rushing out rashly was completely an act of death.

He's quite eager to take risks, but it's not called adventure, it's called giving people heads.

After seeing a whole group of skeleton guards leave, Xue Hua waited a little longer before slowly getting up from the ground.

He took a deep look in the direction the skeleton guards had left, and without saying a word, quickened his pace and scrept down another alley ahead......