The clear river splashed white, and with the help of the starlight, Tang Ze looked at the reflection in the water and shook his head. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There were no monsters along the way, and it seems that the golden eyes have a lot of importance here.

Tang Ze squinted his eyes and thought, with his strength, it was easy to leave the zombie and escape, but the peeping of Ruo Ruo made him dispel this idea.

"Before you have the ability to protect yourself, you can't act rashly."

The unknown was terrifying, and he looked around at the green fields, then at the sky that had completely darkened.

This is the edge of the Blood Wasteland, and up the river, you can find the location of Rog's camp.

Humans live near water, which provides a lot of convenience for the demons to attack.

After walking with the zombies for about two hours, there was a crying sound as they passed the entrance to the jungle cemetery, and besides, there was nothing worth mentioning.

The abandoned hut came into view, the hay on the roof was nothing but ashes, the rotting planks were stained with moss, and the starlight shone through the rusty chains, illuminating the messy interior.

At a time when humanity had not yet retreated to the "Camp of Rog", it was a stronghold.

Following the zombies into the house, Tang Ze noticed the fragments of books on the shelves and the yellowed paper between the broken floors.

There was a stench of non-existence in the place, but Tang Ze, who was a demon of destruction, did not notice it.

Attracted by some of the books in good condition, he excitedly unloaded the boards that got in the way and turned their title pages.

"The Green Light Chronicles, and the Collected Poems of Gillian...

"In another world, knowledge is also very important."

He couldn't help but sigh.

The benefits of "Wisdom and Language Mastery" are undoubtedly revealed, and aside from his professional knowledge such as historiography, Tang Ze is now a university scholar who is proficient in countless languages.

In addition, there are several mutilated books with mysterious packaging that catch his attention, and he can't help but wonder if they are "magic books".

The golden eyes drove him to come, certainly not to him to read.

The roars of the zombies interrupted his thoughts, and he stood up in surprise, only to find a corpse hanging in the corner of the house.

The tissue and flesh were sealed in fine rattans, and there was no corruption, but the head was cut open, and it was fatally wounded.

Judging by the gray robes and the blood-stained wooden staff on the floor, the man was a male mage.

The inky black rattan pierced his heart like a sword, and the dried blood stretched from the outside of the house to the brown walls.

Tang Ze had never learned any criminal investigation methods, but just looking at this trace, he could imagine this person's despair.

"System, can you check the level of this dead corpse before it was alive?"

"By the way, do I have any probing capabilities?"

He asked questions from the bottom of his heart, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there were no waves.

Just as Tang Ze pondered what he should do, the black vines on the corpse squirmed rapidly, and fine powdery crystals flowed out of the shabby costume and spilled onto the floor.

Figuratively, the corpse began to sand and melt.

A gray air mass suddenly spit out from the severed head, like a ball of cotton, falling lightly to the ground.

The wriggling black vines tore through strips of rags and shrank into the cracks in the floor in a matter of seconds, leaving only small holes in their wake.

"XP..."

Tang Ze frowned slightly, but began to hesitate.

He had already had the experience of sucking experience points from dead zombies, and he knew very well that this was a gray mass representing experience points.

What disturbed him was that the way the golden eyes raised pigs was too obvious, and even directly provided him with experience, so that the original delay plan was almost completely messed up.

There is no pie in the world, and because of this, he has no extra choice.

"Yangmou? Could it be that guy really has such a deep scheming? ”

Tang Ze suddenly felt a dry mouth, a little incredulous, and suddenly, the pair of blood-soaked boots and the cold voice passed through his mind.

"If even that kind of human being is its subordinate..."

Tang Ze thought as he leaned down and stretched out his hand to the gray air mass.

The feeling was stronger than ever, and the warm breath penetrated into the arms, spreading and dissolving in the limbs.

"EXP +90"

"Obtain a Human Soul Essence to trigger the Draw Reward"

"New Message: Max HP +5"

"New Message: +2 Max Mana"

[New Message: Attribute Domination Points +1]

"What's the difference..."

Tang Ze's face changed slightly, the experience from human corpses was more vibrant than the experience from zombies, and the amount of increase was much higher.

This may have something to do with the "Human Soul Essence", who still doesn't know anything about the system in his body.

And what are the rewards for drawing and why do you increase Domination Points?

Although he had read too many novels in his previous life, when he really came into contact with them, he still felt full of unknowns.

It needs to be explored step by step.

The new message surprised him, and he couldn't help but open the properties panel.

Name: Tang Ze

Level: 1

Experience: 200/500

Class: Sink Demon

Health: 25/25

Mana: 5/5

Stamina: 14/15

Strength: 3

Constitution: 3

Dexterity: 3

Energy: 3

Remaining Domination Points: 1

After hesitating for a while, he decided to keep the dominance point.

"Three more places like this, four places, and I can step into Lv2."

Tang Ze slowly stood up, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and reached for the brown wooden staff next to the rags.

Just like the game content of Diablo 2, there are gray italic characters on the top of this inconspicuous brown wooden staff, which have been prompting Tang Ze to pick up.

Broken Staff (Damaged)

As he nervously reached out and was about to touch the handle of the staff, a zombie roar was heard behind him.

They staggered towards the outside of the house, apparently urging Tang Ze to leave.

This is obviously the male mage's residence, and there may be more information about the human world than just this staff.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to find the precious "magic books".

For demons, those are all tricks used by humans, and they are not in the flow. But in Tang Ze's eyes, they are all important items that can be used and contain valuable information.

Only he, who was once a human being, can understand the wisdom of human beings.

Stay here, or keep following the zombies?

Grabbing the wooden staff, the relevant attributes were presented in front of him, and he suddenly made a decision.

Either way, it's a priority to level up.

He took a step, and with trepidation, he succeeded in carrying the wooden staff out of the messy hut.

"The surveillance of the golden eyes is mostly limited, so I have a chance to escape?"

Browsing through the data panel of the first piece of equipment, considering the smooth progress of the trip, Tang Ze couldn't help but guess that he was lucky.

Broken Staff (Damaged)

--- basic attributes---

One-handed damage: 1-2.

Attack Range: Small (melee).

Class Requirements: Mage.

Demand power: 8

Requirement Agility: 6

Durability: 0/10 (irreparable)

--- effect (expired)---

+50% damage to undead

+30 mana

+1 Fire Bullet (Mage Only)

The font in the effect column has changed from blue to red, and there are many red places in the wearing demand.

To put it bluntly, this staff, Tang Ze can only be used as wood.

But he was still very excited, after all, this was the first piece of equipment in the world of Diablo 2.

"It's memorable."

Tang Ze, who couldn't put it down, played with the wooden stick, and suddenly there was a sizzling sound behind him.

He turned around in surprise, especially in the darkness, bright yellow flames spreading through the hut, and puffs of smoke blending into the darkness.

In the burning flames, there seemed to be a cold gaze projected on.

"Damn... It's really everywhere, but fortunately Lao Tzu didn't act rashly."

Tang Ze was excited, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the zombie group, never looking back.

The shaking hut began to collapse, sparks roared, and countless pieces of paper were ignited and turned into gray smoke under the ashes of the shattered and collapsed wooden blocks.

This stronghold was completely uprooted.

In the depths of the flames that could not be reached by the eye, the golden phantom slowly disappeared.