The Summoner

Adrien entered Rogge camp and was greeted by the leader of Rogge archer, Kasha, a woman with an extremely sturdy body and lingering charm, with a white face and perseverance.

Even when looking at Adrien, there was a little more contempt between the eyebrows.

"Ok?"

The corners of her red lips turned slightly: "Cute Druid boy?"

Adrien smiled: "It would be difficult for me to do this." He shrugged and extended his hand to gently snap his fingers towards the side: "I am a strong druid."

"Huhuhu—" The hurricane was roaring away, the hurricane visible to the naked eye was extremely visually striking.

"Hurricane?" Kasha couldn't help but be surprised.

"Kasha, let this guest come in." There was a gentle woman's voice in his ear.

"Yes, Sister Akara." Kashad suddenly recovered, but when she looked at Adrien and wanted to lead the way, she found Adrien was already walking towards the corner of the camp.

There is a very conspicuous tent, and in front of the curtain is a middle-aged beautiful woman.

That was indeed the leader of Camp Roger.

Sister Akara.

Adrian walked over with a smile on his lips: "Hello, Sister Akara."

Akara also smiled: "Welcome to you, powerful druid." But she looked at Adrien, frowning slightly: "It seems that you are still... a male master who masters the element of destruction?"

"Is it strange?" Adrian asked with a smile.

"Yes." Akara nodded. "In general, women and witches are better at mastering the elements of destruction."

"Maybe I have a deeper grasp?" Adrian smiled indifferently: "The power is controlled by humans. What is the difference between men and women? Aren't they all humans?"

"Of course, your understanding has a certain foresight." Akara also smiled and nodded, while reaching out to make the requested action: "If you don't mind, please come to my tent to talk in detail, since you are a person Dear strong man, then should the current situation also have its own views?"

"I'm here for the current situation, Sister Akara." Adrien chuckled, without evasion, and approached the tent directly. He really wanted to talk about his views.

The dark world is far more complicated than riding the world.

It can be known from the perspective of a professional.

This world is the magic world!

and.

Because there are two forces of heaven and **** behind the control, its high-end combat power is no less than the main plane.

And in the world view of Diablo II, the power of **** poured out, and the turbulent army of demons directly occupied most of the sheltered area of ​​human life, which can be said to be in a shaky state.

Akala, as a senior nun who survived the blind eye monk's monastery, naturally observed the situation.

Especially now that human forces are losing ground, they are even more aware.

If the forces of heaven do not directly intervene in the sanctuary.

Hell forces will eventually take over here!

Nephitian's bloodline is certainly strong.

But it takes time.

Including all kinds of hardships to gain power beyond heaven and hell.

But during this time, the demons of Hell will brutally tear up everything that is still weak and Nai Fei Tian!

Although Akara’s level and ability are not yet known that Heaven is secretly shooting against Neferin, but with the difficulties she is facing now, she can still know how to think that Heaven is still watching.

If you can intervene in a place of refuge, intervene in this refuge, you have already tried to block the forces of hell.

As for the human deaths and injuries as now and now?

Slightly bowed his head.

Akara spoke slowly: "Dear Nephitian, how do you call it?"

Adrien's mouth turned slightly: "Adrien."

Akara nodded: "Mr. Adrien."

Adrien said calmly: "I yell without too high demands." He chuckled lightly: "But I hope the muddy and dirty power of **** fades in this land, so I came here."

"Are you going to expel Andalil?" Akala asked.

"Yes." Adrien stretched out his hand slowly: "I want to restore the nature here."

"You are a natural druid." Akara nodded, looked at Adrien, opened her mouth to say something, but when she spoke, she changed: "When the power of **** recedes, it will naturally recover ."

"Not necessarily." Adrien smiled, looking at Akara as if he had something to say, instead of concealing what he was thinking, he moved slightly forward and whispered in her ear: "The blazing sun It can turn a fertile plain into a desert. In fact, it is not completely natural, do you say yes?"

"I don't know." Akara's expression became a little panicked, and her head was lowered: "I only know that I am in awe of strong power."

"Hope as you said." Adrien chuckled: "They are coming."

"Who?" Akala asked.

"They." Adrien smiled and looked at the curtain.

at this time.

The curtain was lifted directly.

Kasha's figure rushed in with a dignified face.

Seeing Adrien and Akara inside the tent, although a little surprised, they still reported to Akala Quick Remittance: "All the outposts of the Cold Field have been withdrawn and brought back bad news!"

"What?!" Akala asked, but looked at Adrien.

"Andalil's minions are moving!" Kasha gritted his teeth: "Leaded by the blood bird."

"Bloodbird?" Akala's eyes couldn't bear it: "Isn't she buried?"

"It seems that now we have escaped the seal we set before!" Kasha Meiyu is a little more complicated: "She knows all kinds of knowledge of the blind eye monastic society and opens the seal. This is really simple. !"

"How many demons are coming?" Akala's expression also dignified.

"A lot!" Kasha gave an extremely general number.

"How much is it?" Akala frowned.

"The entire Andalil's minions!" Kasha smiled bitterly: "At least the number given by the Rogers at the outpost is calculated according to the Legion." The tone was a little hesitant, she still said in a deep voice: "If we do not take the lead Decide, then maybe, our camp still has the possibility of being breached!"

"This is really a disaster." Akara sighed and bit her teeth slightly. She made a decision in her heart: "So how many usable troops do we have now?"

"More than 500 Roger Archers!" Kasha Shensheng reported: "And more than 30 Nephitians!"

"This is not enough!" Akala sighed.

"Yes!" Kasha gritted her teeth: "Marshiff said he might take a risk and try to break through!"

"Breakthrough?" Akala couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Does the Masif's caravan have to wait until now if it can break through?" She slowly shook her head: "We have no way to escape."