Final Redemption

Tavern.

Zhao Futu just sat inside for a while and couldn't help coming out.

He is not a crowd-like person, and the environment in the pub is too noisy. Moreover, those mercenaries and adventurers who do n’t know where they will die tomorrow are here to vent their emotions. There are countless things in the tavern that eventually escalate into physical collisions due to language conflicts. The paladins who kept the law and order were dropped on the street.

Without knowing what will happen tomorrow, one person may be a little crazy. By night, the most in Rogge camp is the security team. A paladin leads a team of guards to patrol around the camp. The purpose is to avoid depressing crazy people from doing something unforgivable. In fact, Zhao Futu can see from the number of security teams in Roger's camp that there are quite a few criminal incidents here.

The entire Rogge camp was filled with an oppressive atmosphere. 100,000 people were humbled in tents, among them there were many old and weak women. If there is not enough deterrence, God knows those hearts. What people do in despair. The blind nuns go to refugee camps to appease those people almost every day, if necessary, they also need to cast some soothing spells.

If the only thing is different!

Well, these paladins, who are calm and peace-keeping, should be the most special group of people in the camp.

Because the power of the Paladins comes from faith, the halo they hold requires strong will and soul, so they are also the group who is least disturbed by this atmosphere of depression and despair. Moreover, as the main battle force in Roger's camp, the Paladins are also the hope of human revival. They must strictly demand themselves anyway, because they are equivalent to a banner!

"Strictly speaking, the plane of Diablo is in a near-apocalyptic context?"

Zhao Futu looked at the noisy pub there, then headed for the quiet side of the camp. Behind the tavern, there are a series of accommodation areas, all of which are set up tents. However, the location is relatively small. Drunk mercenaries lie here at night, and the snoring sounds loud. If you are still sober, you may not be able to sleep all night.

You can't expect to find a comfortable and quiet hotel in the Diablo plane.

The roadsides in the camp are all muddy roads. Once it rains, it will be muddy. Everything is simple in this newly built camp. Zhao Futu walked around a little and found that he had nowhere to go.

but.

Just then he smelled the smell of roast meat.

Zhao Futu came to the back of a tent with a hint of curiosity, followed by a taste, there was an open area, a simple barbecue rack was placed there, and the barbecue was a young man with a relaxed attitude. What's more striking is that he was wearing a white suit, but he was sitting on the ground with no hesitation.

He was holding a brush in his hand, soaked in soy sauce, and grilling intently. From time to time, pick up some seasoning powder and sprinkle it on, and the smell of a barbecue suddenly permeated.

Cumin?

Zhao Futu's face could not help showing a hint of surprise. "I am a contractor!"

The other person's expression was serious, as if he were doing something very meaningful. Until Zhao Futu walked in front of him, he raised his head like a dream, and looked at Zhao Futu in front of him, seeing that the other person's gaze fell on his barbecue, and he could not help showing a smile, and said: "Is it fragrant?"

Zhao Futu nodded slightly. Answered: "It's really fragrant."

After that person asked, he went on to grill the meat intently. The spices he used were very special. The aroma that comes out of the barbecue becomes stronger the more you get behind it.

It was not until the whole piece of meat became golden and crispy that it seemed to be salivating. Then he clapped his hands with satisfaction, took it off with a smile on his face, and looked up to see where he was still standing. Zhao Futu said, "A person?"

"One person." Zhao Futu found the contractor in front of him very interesting. It was surprising that there was such a casual barbecue in the plot plane.

The man turned and looked at the back, as if looking for something, and then said, "Sit down and eat together."

"My craft is not for fun."

Zhao Futu hesitated a little, then sat down. He felt that the person in front of him was special, and maybe he could try to touch it.

The knife flashed.

Zhao Futu only saw a touch of white light, and then the piece of barbecue was divided into two. The opponent's hands were empty, and he could not even see when the man took out the knife in front of him, and when he received it. Go back. This caused a sudden shock in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared. Those who could enter the Dark Destruction Plane were all middle-to-high-level contractors. The ranks were basically captain ranks, and the strength was naturally not too weak.

"Taste it." The man passed the barbecue with a smile, and then said, "I'm the chef, you can just call me the chef."

Zhao Futu reached out to take over the barbecue and replied: "Swordsmith."

"Huh?" The man raised his head when he heard the words, and asked, "You strengthened your forging ability?"

"Not yet." Zhao Futu shook his head and continued: "But I have such an idea."

The man nodded, not talking, but concentrated on the barbecue in front of him. After a while, he raised his head, as if to say with emotion: "Now there are fewer and less lonely people like us."

"Well." Zhao Futu took a bite, the meat was fat but not greasy, and the taste was really special.

He ate the barbecue for more than half, and then he said, "What kind of meat is this? It tastes good!"

"Devil's flesh."

The man heard this sentence, and raised his head to reveal a playful expression on his face.

Zhao Futu heard that his face was stiff, and then he casually put the barbecue in his mouth and chewed it bit by bit, but stopped talking.

Seeing Zhao Futu's appearance, the expression on that man's face was a little dazed.

He smiled slightly and explained: "It is actually the meat of a hard-haired mouse. The flesh of the sinking demon is not delicious and a little sour."

Zhao Futu heard his words raised his head and asked, "Have you ever eaten?"

"Of course!" The man nodded, and his expression was casual, saying, "You should have just come to this plot plane?"

Zhao Futu nodded and did not speak.

The chef smiled at him, and said casually: "I came to this plane relatively early. At that time, the Rogge camp was just completed. There were wandering sinking demon everywhere. Many Rogge and humans were killed. "

"When we went out, the most common thing was that a group of sinking demon surrounded a cauldron, and some Rogs were nailed to death with wooden stakes. Their clothes were all undressed and their bodies were hung on sharp wood. The pile was air-dried, and there were pieces of meat cut into pieces on the ground. The sunken wizards stood on the surface of the big pot and directed the sunken demon to put the pieces of meat into the pot and cook! "

Speaking of which, a funny expression appeared on the man's face, looking up at Zhao Fu's butcher: "That scene is really shocking!"

Zhao Futu did not speak, but focused on the barbecue in his hand.

"Tigers eat people, and people eat tigers."

The chef shrugged indifferently and said, "Since the demons can eat people, why can't people eat them?"

Speaking of this, an evil smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he whispered to Zhao Futu: "Do you know how the food in Roger's camp came?"

The expression on Zhao Futu's face was instantly dignified, and then he sank, "Did not he come from the desert city in the east?"

"cut!"

"With the production level of this plane, how much can be transported through the demon's blockade?" The cook showed a hint of irony, and then said, "The clean food was provided to the high-level in the camp, ordinary. Where can refugees get those things? "

"Then what are they eating?" Zhao Futu glanced at him, expressionless.

The chef laughed and said, "Devil's flesh."

"They secretly made the flesh of the devil, and then mixed it in wild vegetables and weeds for the refugees. Anyway, as long as they are hungry, they can."

"There are nearly 100,000 people in Rogge's camp. If all the food comes from the East, I am afraid that at least half of them will be starved! Those paladins go out in groups every day and then take them secretly before dark. A lot of demon corpses are coming back. You should not have seen the grass cakes sent to refugees? That is food mixed with devil meat! "

Zhao Futu shook his head and said, "No!"

"The devil has contaminated energy. If ordinary people eat it, they may become corrupted!"

An ironic smile appeared on the cook's face, and he said, "How difficult! Just clean up the pollution from above. There are many nuns in Roger's camp, let them do this kind of thing. It's too easy! "

There was an incredible expression on Zhao Futu's face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He said something he wanted to say, but couldn't say it.

"Yes."

The chef smiled with a funny expression and whispered: "The blind senior nun Ankara is in charge of this thing, and he is also the leader of Roger's camp!"

Zhao Futu opened his mouth, then closed it again, and did not speak any more.

After a long time.

He just looked at the man in front of him solemnly, and said deeply, "Why do you tell me this?"

The chef was silent for a moment, and then said, "Do you know who first thought about this thing?"

Zhao Futu shook his head gently.

The chef smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, slowly said: "It's me!"

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