Durin's Diary

Chapter 958 Tears Stain the Tassel

After walking through the portal, Dulin put his hands in his pockets.

The teleportation hall was just as it had been when he left; the walls had all been demolished, leaving only the rocking chair, small table, and vinyl record player that he had used back then.

Dulin walked over to the wicker chair and petted the puppy on it.

The latter sat up with a howl, barking twice before belatedly noticing Dulin—the parents of the previous dwarf cub had recovered, so he had returned to their side. He was the commander's grandson and must have stayed here specifically to keep an eye on the portal.

After all, his smile was really obsequious, addressing Dulin as "Mr. Dulin" repeatedly, making Dulin feel embarrassed.

He tossed him a box of pastries, and Dulin prepared to climb the city wall.

Before he could even take two steps, several commanders came down from there, and they started complaining as soon as they saw Dulin.

“The young Zhulong from the capital is really too much! Just now, the demon army general challenged us from below the city, saying he was going down to his death! If it weren’t for us old brothers holding him back, he really would have gone down to his death!” A white-bearded commander said, pointing at Zhulong standing on the wall.

Dulin blinked and waved upwards: "Who's up there?"

"Don't think you're so great just because you have a bit of a reputation, Dulin! When I was killing aliens outside Yumen Pass, you weren't even born yet." The young man above was quite defiant.

Du Lin didn't take it seriously and took out the wooden mace given to him by Grand Tutor Pang: "My name is Du Lin. It was windy just now, so say it again so I can hear it."

"Why didn't you say so earlier that Grand Tutor Pang's Dragon-Slaying Whip was in your hands?" The Candle Dragon on the wall was also a straightforward man, jumping down and kneeling in front of Du Lin with a thud. He pointed at the commanders with his backhand: "I'm clearly skilled enough to beat that general, but they insisted on telling me not to go down! When have we Candle Dragons ever suffered such humiliation!"

Goodness, this kid is not only a bachelor, but he also knows how to falsely accuse others.

Dulin sighed and tossed the wooden mace in his hand to the puppy who had followed him, who hurriedly caught it.

He snapped his fingers: "Come on, come with me, let's go out and meet those guys."

"Dulin Xiaojun, don't fall for it! Those demon soldiers have no sense of martial ethics. If one person can't beat you, they'll gang up on you!" the white-bearded commander shouted, trying to dissuade him.

“I know, but don’t worry, just let this kid go. I’ll take responsibility if anything goes wrong.” After saying that, Du Lin looked at the young man beside him and asked, “Which organization are you from?”

"Dunhuang Xie family, Mr. Du Lin, I dare to swear an oath to the death!"

"Forget about the life-or-death agreement. I've heard the old folks say that even the youngest Zhulong, who's only a hundred or so years old, will eventually die from his own stupidity. So, you can go up and fight without any problem, but if the other side doesn't have any martial ethics, I'll replace you at any time."

"This..." The young man from the Xie family wanted to argue something, but in the blink of an eye, he switched places with Du Lin. The young man looking at the wall was silent for a while, then turned to Du Lin somewhat guiltily: "You decide."

“That’s right.” Du Lin, who was weighing the wooden mace in his hand, finished speaking and handed the dragon-slaying whip back to the little puppy.

Speaking of which, this puppy has floppy ears and looks a bit like St. Bernard. Although he's not very old, a mere wooden mace shouldn't be a problem for him.

Du Lin led Xiao Xie out of the city, and pointed to the big guy who was still standing there cursing across the street: "Want me to lend you some weapons?"

“No need, I have an ancestral battle axe at home.” The young man said, pulling out two chainsaw axes.

·What the hell is this ancestral battle axe? It's clearly a military chainsaw axe. What kind of evil weapon is this?

They were so angry they laughed.

Da Ju was also very curious about the fact that the opponent did not uphold martial virtue.

They say the God of War doesn't uphold martial ethics? No way! I remember that even though the God of War in the Western Continent also had mental illnesses, they still acknowledged the sanctity of duels.

"Ha, aren't all evil gods like this?" Eleven scoffed.

"Besides, this evil god isn't the real thing."

At this moment, the red-skinned grassland elf appeared out of nowhere. He looked at the demon army opposite him and said, "A bunch of useless trash. They dare to call themselves war gods after learning only a little bit of my skills. I should have known better than to use it to impersonate me. It has tarnished my reputation."

After saying that, he looked at Dulin and asked, "Young man, do you have any cigarettes?"

Dulin nodded and handed him a pack of cigarettes.

He happily opened the package and took a sniff: "This cigarette is good, much better than my old friend's. He has cigars rolled by a kobold girl with her thigh. Although his kobolds have been civilized, the thought of kobolds still makes me a little angry. Damn it, is he trying to mock me? I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he disappeared into the portal.

Dulin smiled helplessly—who was his old friend? How could someone use the legs of a kobold girl to roll a cigar? It was unbearable.

On the other side, Xie's son had already chopped the demon army general into pieces, but just as the white-bearded commander said, the demon army on the other side was really a fake, with no martial ethics at all, and was besieged by both a plane anchor and several legendary princes.

Dulin swapped the kid's position with the stone elemental he had created, and then activated the stone elemental's self-destruction.

The prince, who lunged forward to bite like a bat, was instantly destroyed and could not be pieced back together, while Dulin entered the scene a second later with his old mace.

The first blow kicked the little guy's head out of the corner.

He didn't destroy the dimensional anchor device—it couldn't lock him up anyway.

The next second, appearing next to the guy who was turning to run away, Dulin pinched his nose, swung his mace, knocked the guy on the other side over, and then pulled a branch from the ground and threw it at the smelly thing.

The latter tried to escape, but Dulin's long vines wrapped around the guy's legs, dragged him down, and then threw the vines at him.

Then the vine came to life on its own, coiling around its prey like a snake and beginning to devour it.

Dulin turned and walked toward the prince who was crawling and trying to escape the war zone. The prince's back had been broken by Dulin's mace, and he was now struggling to survive with his hands.

Dulin waved to the young man.

The latter understood immediately and threw an axe over.

Dulin was taken aback—No, I wanted you to come over and personally kill him to avenge him!

Oh well, at least the axe arrived.

With that thought in mind, Dulin, holding an axe in his left hand and snapping his fingers with his right, walked towards the prince who was struggling to crawl, turning back every two steps.

Another one ran quite fast and had already run into the demon army's formation.

However, no matter how fast he was, it was useless. Dulin's glance back had already crushed his spirit with psionic energy, and at this moment he had already transformed into a self-destructing unit.

When Dulin turned around a second time, he saw that a large number of people on the demon army's side had been blown up.

And he had already arrived at the prince's side.

Gently, Dulin raised the chainsaw axe in his hand and, amidst the prince's wails and pleas, cleaved the axe into his bald head.

(End of this chapter)