Mini Novel of Diablo 3

Ares town panic, new hope again in vain, fewer and fewer supporters of his father, only every day I stick by the roadside, and stare, and look forward to his father's tall figure appeared from the horizon.

Then, after a month, people have been desperate to conquer, almost everyone agrees that the nightmare Legion human destruction outside hellish.

On this day, I stood in the road outside the town, the hearts have been desperate to fill a blood-red sunset is about to fall into the horizon, I crane my neck to stare, and hope that a miracle occurred, this time the figure of the knight appeared on the horizon.

I yelled forth to meet them, a small team of people and not be slow coming toward Ares town. Banner bright, high morale, but all riding in the war immediately, my mind a cold, my father never horseback.

Headed knight holding a side of white flags above the wings embroidered with gold thread a handheld Sword Archangel, which is sacred banner of the Empire, and later followed by a young knight, holding high the flag of the Legion of nightmare, devil decapitated next to the banner of the holy Empire, even more ferocious horror. He saw me, pleased dismounted, others said I was the head of the son.

The the Knights headed respectfully dismount salute to me, call me as Seita Lyon II. As he tells me the heart to restore a normal, it was a sacred empire missions sent to Bordeaux, the father again repulsed Legions, save the Empire.