Among the ruins of Dream Prison, Gruchak ran all the way.
Although this guy is not the kind of idiot who can't read a map, he doesn't intend to follow the map.
When he was young, he entered the secret realm where the terrain could not be destroyed and fought, so he had an abnormal obsession with not taking the ordinary path.
There is nothing better for Gruchak than rushing to his destination.
"Hey! Mocott! If you're not dead yet, please give me some movement and come out!"
Gruchak shouted loudly in his mouth as he walked towards the place where Mocott's breath last appeared.
But it is a pity that no one has responded to him yet.
The Dream Prison was completely empty after the previous large-scale sweep, and a lot of people were left on the outside to monitor the place.
But ordinary people don't have the courage to walk here.
They didn't know if a demon would burst out from somewhere in this place where water and electricity were cut off.
For ordinary people, when facing the devil, they can only pray that they die quickly.
This way you can at least suffer less.
"A place full of sorrow and sin. If I were a devil, I would also like this location.
It's a pity that I'm not a devil, so I hate this damn prison!"
Gruchak said to himself.
Finding something to do is a common state for barbarians when there are no companions around.
Living alone and constantly killing demons is a very boring day for anyone.
Although many Nephalem found reasons to persist in the process of killing demons.
But Gruchak is not such a guy.
Fighting is no fun for him.
Even when he was on the Holy Mountain, talking about past battles with his acquaintances was just a way for him to cater to his friends.
There is never anything praiseworthy about killing.
No matter how you say it, you are depriving yourself of life.
Just let this happen like this, and then let him not leave any traces in his memory.
This is what Gruchak thinks when facing the fight.
"Mocott, if you really want to sleep forever, you'd better think about what Bulcasso would do.
I guess that guy will probably find a way to awaken other souls, or do you think someone can do it better than you?"
Gruchak had already reached the place where Mocott disappeared with the hammer.
In the end, he tried to persuade Mocott by saying words that he couldn't even remember where he heard them from.
"You bastard, who did you hear this from?
If you're here to help, come in quickly!"
Mocott replied, although his voice sounded very weak.
It seems that Mocott did not win in the battle with Nian Hammer.
He may even be at a disadvantage and struggling to hold on.
"That Craig defeated Hamelin, but you were almost killed by a hammer?
Are you telling me a joke?"
Gruchak said very impolitely, and then stretched out his hands to withdraw a path in the void that was large enough for him to pass.
"Hammer, right? Although he's not the most suitable kind of demon for me to deal with, this guy is pretty good."
Gruchak walked towards the portal with a relaxed expression.
The most powerful thing about the hammer is its physical impact.
For Gruchak, a guy who can ignore most non-physical damage, this enemy is not the easiest to deal with.
But he is indeed Gruchak's type.
A fool who only believes in muscles will certainly feel happy if he meets the same type of enemy.
Then a huge stone leg stabbed him in the chest, and the hammer-pounding leg was still very strong.
Gruchak's body just paused for a moment, and then he walked over with the hammer's thick legs on his shoulder.
“It seems that there is not much difference between me now and when I was alive.
Eh? When did I gather my body?"
Gruchak dived into the portal while talking, and Shunda closed the door.
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"This hammer looks a little weak, doesn't it?
Mocott, did you abuse him before I came here?"
After entering this space, Gruchak immediately noticed the scars everywhere on the hammer.
The scars on a demon made of stone are naturally pitted like the surface of the moon.
Every wound was broken by Mokete with his own ruthlessness.
Although Gruchak didn't care whether the demon felt pain, it made him look a little painful.
It's like hearing someone say that they had toothpicks stuck between their toenails and kicked them hard against the wall...
"I said, can't you make your ruthlessness less ferocious?
It hurts when I look at this hammer!"
After Gruchak said this, he looked at Mocott.
Then he felt more pain...
The body constructed by the anger Mocott borrowed from Rumlow already looked in tatters.
Only one of the two legs can still be regarded as a leg, and the other has become minced meat and fallen to the ground...
The remaining leg also has no sole, and it looks like the sole of the foot has been crushed back and forth by a tank.
A small part of the skull was broken, and the brains were spilled out.
"Hiss, did you hit yourself on the head with Wu Mian's Morning Star Hammer?
If this is the case, why don't you just open your realm and then go back to the Holy Mountain to find someone for help?
Or are you afraid that your failure to defeat a demon will be treated as a joke?"
Gruchak clenched his fists.
It was obvious that this guy was starting to get angry.
"I'm just worried that if I let this guy out, the young people outside will be massacred by him.
Just like you believe that I won't lose, I also believe that you will come to me."
Mocott's voice was muffled, which didn't sound good.
Fortunately, Gruchak's voice isn't very nice either.
So Gruchak won't say anything nonsense because of Mokot's voice.
"You really fucking moved me... When you said that, I remembered that each of these legendary demons can teleport.
But I still can't figure out why these bastards don't run away."
It took Gruchak half a moment to hold back these words.
Then he walked towards the hammer holding his arms.
"It's a hammer, right? You've been beaten for so many days, can you still speak?"
Gruchak's posture was not very convenient for attacking, but Nian Hammer had no intention of taking this opportunity to make a sneak attack.
To be continued...