Durin's Diary

Chapter 959 A Talented Man

After a couple of twists, Dulin pulled the axe out of the bald man's head, turned around, and tossed the axe back to the Xie family boy.

With a light stretch of his ape-like arm, he grabbed the axe handle and was then carried into the air by the axe.

Dulin's smile froze for a moment—strange, he was so engrossed in chopping off the bald man's head that he forgot to hold back.

In the end, Dulin hardened his heart and refused to look at the young man dancing in the air like a willow catkin, instead turning to the distant demon army with their arms outstretched: "Who else!"

The demon army wavered for a moment, then began to retreat—no, it would be more accurate to say they fled in disarray.

Du Lin spat out a sound, then scooped up Xiao Xie, who had somehow ended up somewhere.

"Lord Dulin truly possesses superhuman strength." The young man's eyes were somewhat unfocused, clearly indicating that his recent life experience had given him a unique perspective on life.

Dulin gestured for two burly men to come up from the city wall and carry the man away. After four tall, bull-headed men carried away Xiao Xie, who was squatting to the side vomiting, Dulin put his hands in his pockets and followed them into the gate.

Of course, before entering, Dulin had the so-called prince's head cut off and stuck in the doorway.

A few heads aren't enough to build a mound of skulls, so let's just sell them off as ornaments.

………………

As soon as Dulin entered the city gate, he saw an old Zhulong. It wasn't one of the ones he had seen at the last meal, but judging from its strength, it was also at the legendary level.

He saw Du Lin and immediately walked over with a smile: "You must be Mr. Du Lin. I am Xie Ru'en's elder."

"Is that him?" Dulin pointed at Xiao Xie, who was still squatting there vomiting.

He smiled and nodded: "Young man, you think you can make a name for yourself with just a little bit of skill. When I arrived, you had already saved him. I was watching the battle from up there. With your skills, beating those princes was already bullying them."

“These bastards deserve to die anyway. No need for any martial virtue. Just kill them and that’s it.” Dulin said, handing the old man a cigarette. Smoking is not a good habit, but those who have been on the battlefield know that it is the least harmful of the addictive things.

Drinking can cause drunkenness and disorder, but no one has ever seen someone become disorderly while smoking.

The old man said thank you, took the cigarette and lit it: "My child isn't very capable, but he's too ambitious. With you teaching him this once, he should understand what it means to be outdone by others and to have a world beyond your reach."

"We're all in the same boat, no need to thank me. I don't want to see a young man die from his stupidity; that's too shameful." Dulin shook his head as he looked at the kid's speechless expression, then tapped an aptitude test to confirm he was neutral and good before giving him a finger.

It's likely that the brainstem was injured when it spun too fast while being carried away by the axe.

Sure enough, the young man felt much better immediately after the finger was pointed at him. He looked over with gratitude and nodded, then started vomiting again.

It's alright, this time it was just that he circled too much in the air.

As a professional treatment expert, Daju provided the most professional answer.

Now that Dulin was alright, he started questioning the old Zhulong—specifically, about the fake demon army on the other side.

As soon as you ask, the old man starts cursing, saying that the demon army on the other side are all rotten bastards. They can easily bully the weak when they have more people. Bullying the weak like just now is commonplace for them. They don't do anything humane. They even burned the rice fields that the Changtang people cultivated outside the city. As a result, the Changtang people in the city had stored food and didn't starve much, while the Changtang people outside the city were half-starved.

This is too abstract. No wonder that guy was cursing like that. If it weren't for the nameless person keeping him in check, he probably would have been so angry that he would have gathered his troops and killed this so-called god of war's entire family.

Eleventh Brother's words resonated with him. If I were in his shoes, I'd also find it shameful to be called a war god like that guy.

Let alone Eleven, even Dulin dislikes this kind of evil god. Other evil gods offer their skulls as sacrifices and their blood as blood sacrifices; but you, this war god, are swindlers and wicked people, and you even dare to call me brother—damn it, having a beast like you among the war gods is a disgrace to the gods, brother.

"Young Master Dulin, you've come from afar. Please rest first. I'll keep an eye on the front lines; ordinary demonic armies won't be able to break through," Old Zhulong said with a smile.

Dulin nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, Du Lin went down the city wall and came to Xiao Xie's side. By this time, Xiao Xie had stopped vomiting, but when he saw Du Lin, he still couldn't help but say, "Sir, the axe you just threw at me didn't seem to be thrown with any force, but when I reached out to catch it, I felt my world start to turn upside down. Just how strong are you?"

"Not high, maybe fifty or sixty." After saying that, Du Lin smiled and nodded: "Young people may not be very skilled, but they have a good spirit. With more practice, Zhennan Pass will need young people like you in the future."

After hearing Du Lin's encouragement, Xiao Xie's expression changed several times before he finally resignedly hummed in agreement.

Dulin chuckled and handed him a glass of freshly squeezed juice: "Drink this, then go to the medical ward and take a nap. It'll do you a lot of good."

"This, this is too precious." Although he had never seen the fruit of the World Tree, he could still recognize the spirituality within it, even though he was clumsy.

"I have plenty more, drink up." Dulin pulled out a box and handed it to him without hesitation. The young man opened the box, glanced at it, and his eyes widened like walnuts. Without saying a word, he immediately raised his glass and drank it down.

Dulin smiled and waved to the old man with his hands clasped on the wall, then returned to the rocking chair in front of the teleportation array and sat down.

"My lord, your weapon is so heavy," the little puppy said cautiously, standing beside Dulin.

"It's alright, you can carry it for me for a while. This is a tip for your trouble." Du Lin smiled and handed over another box of snacks. The little guy was overjoyed when he saw it. He didn't complain about why the wooden mace was so heavy. After getting Du Lin's permission, he pulled up a chair, opened the box, sat down, and happily ate the snacks.

Dulin leaned back in his recliner—he hadn't had time to sleep lately; suppressing his cultivation level had brought back his emotions and desires, and it was only natural for him to want to sleep.

Thinking of this, Dulin took a sip of tea.

"Sir, you are so amazing! Do you think I will be half as amazing as you in the future?"

Dulin turned to look at the puppy, who was stuffing snacks into his mouth while complaining about his lack of talent, being scolded by his parents for not working hard enough, and being assigned to do all sorts of odd jobs every day.

Dulin thought for a moment and asked a question: "If you had the power, what would you do?"

"...I want to protect my younger siblings and become a good commander like Dad, leading everyone to fight the Chaos brats."

That's a good idea, I'll accept yours.

Thinking of this, Dulin reached out and tapped the child on the head.

Then he fell asleep.

If I don't sleep soon, I'll really die from overwork. I can't possibly be resurrected as a god after I die, can I? If other colleagues ask me about it, I'll say that everyone mortals die in their own way, but I died from overwork.

How embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)