The warmth wearing on my body made me stretch out a lazy waist comfortably, grasped the quilt's hand tightly, and wrapped myself more solidly, unwilling to wake up from this heavenly warm comfort, but came The dry voice in my ear made me have to open my sleepy eyes, and my eyes were completely dark, with a dim fire shining through a gap. Is this heaven? Or is it home? Everything just now is a dream, a very realistic dream? There was a surprise in my heart, and I sat up violently, only to find that a thick layer of things covered me. Most of the warmth just now was due to it.

I touched it by hand. From the tactile point of view, it should be a quilt of a material such as animal fur. As for the leather or artificial leather, I don’t know much. Following the slight fire light, I see Look around,

   First of all, the place where I lay was also covered with a layer of fur. It was because of the comfortable and soft fur that made me sleep so well.

  Second, the place where I am located is very narrow, judging by its shape, it should be something like a tent.

Just when I carefully observed the surrounding environment, the gap from the fire was violently ripped, and a figure was drilled in from it, almost blocking the entire gap that was opened, because it was carrying light. I didn’t see clearly what this figure looked like, but from his huge figure, it was at least a lot taller than me. It seemed that it was at least 2.5 meters.

  God, it's a real mess for such a person not to go to the NBA.

   "Boy, you finally woke up, ha ha ha, great."

   The loud, stout, heroic voice suddenly rang in my ears, and my ears buzzed.

  However, when I heard his voice, I temporarily put that hung heart down, at least he could speak, and he could understand, and from the voice, it did not look like a bad person.

   "Doug, tell you not to roar with your throat, you see, the guy inside must be frightened by you." There was another calm but slightly sneered voice from behind the giant. "

  Doug is probably the name of the giant in front of him.

"Fart, Lal, when did Lao Tzu's voice frighten people." Doug yelled loudly, as if thunder rang in my ears, I covered my ears in pain, God bless, I hope the ears can be used in the future .

  ……

  ……

   In the night, four people were surrounded by a small fire, and the wet wood thrown in the fire made a crackling sound. The four long voices stretched to the distance before becoming blurred.

Sitting on the left and right sides of me, on the left is the bald giant and tenor Doug, the hair and beard are shaved, the entire head is bare, there is no hair, the face is tattooed, and the specific age cannot be seen. It's about 25-40 years old. The other one on the right is the middle-aged uncle named Lar who just had Doug's mouth. He has an inch of beard and short hair. His decent leather armor is very neat and clean even on such a deserted grassland. People will exude a calm and thick breath, but once you open your mouth, you will find that he is actually a very humorous uncle.

In the end, the person sitting opposite me was also a giant named Geoff, only a little shorter than Doug, and the entire head was also radiant, if the tattoos on his face were different, I really thought they were It's printed in a template.

   The ears were still buzzing, but I could already hear the sound. I pulled my ears and tried to make the ears still tinnitus better.

   Ignore the ridiculous gaze across Lar: It seems to be saying, look, this is the voice you said never scared people? Doug looked at me with apologetic eyes. He also knew that his power to break his throat was not small, but he didn't expect that my little point was so weak.

   I smiled indifferently. I saved them for my own life. How could I care about him in this little matter.

It is imperative to understand as soon as possible where I came from. Although I know that I may have crossed, but seeing the three of them dressed in a completely different style from my own world, I found it difficult to accept this reality. Not as strong as imagined, in this strange world, strange faces, strange environments, there is always a sense of isolation engulfed from the world.

"My name is Doug, the future barbarian hero." After a period of silence, Doug, who couldn't stop his mouth, finally couldn't help but open his mouth, banging his chest muscles, lowering his throat as much as possible to not irritate my ears. Said.

   "Paladin Ral, it's a pleasure to meet you." The uncle who had just ridiculed Doug looked solemn when he talked about his identity, with a tone of pride that he couldn't hide.

   "My name is Gefu, also a heroic barbarian warrior." The opposite Gefu urn said violently.

   "My name is Wu Fan."

Paladin? barbarian? Suppressing my heart's astonishment, I said calmly.

Wu Fan? The other three looked at each other as if they knew what they were doing, and they smiled quite tacitly.

   The big man, Doug, had a straight personality. He first patted me on the shoulder, using the force he thought was light but almost smashed me down on the ground.

   "Don't miss it, look at you, it should be a Druid, it hasn't been long since he was promoted, courage is not small, even he went to the depths of the wasteland alone."

   "Haha, I thought there was nothing wrong with it. I didn't expect to get lost without knowing it."

  Druid? I patienced my anxiety and panic, and scratched my head deliberately, to avoid answering his questions directly, and pretended to be embarrassed.

   "Haha, it really is a newborn calf, not afraid of tigers, and has the style of the old man." Doug continued to pat the shoulder with his fan-like hand.

   "Ha...ha..." I held my body that was almost photographed and planted into the fire, and grinned reluctantly.

"Your boy's strength is too small, this is not enough, just eat more meat." Seeing my body shaking like a light boat in the stormy waves under his giant palm, Doug didn't know where to take it. A large piece of dried meat was stuffed into my hand, and then I took out a large piece of chew.

   I took the dried jerky and found that since it weighs at least 4 or 5 pounds, it can be seen that Doug's food intake is unusual.

"Doug, you are not kind. You are a barbarian of level 11, even a Druid of level 30 is not necessarily stronger than you. Seeing the lad is no more than level 5, you are so cheeky. Than strength, Gee..."

   Opposite Doug, the kind-hearted Uncle Lal couldn't see it, raised his head and looked at Doug with despising eyes. Then say

   "If you have the ability, compare the mental strength with the young man."

Lal looked at Doug with a playful look, as if he had clicked on a dead hole. Doug lowered his head dejectedly, eating the meat with a big mouth, without knowing his expression. Depressed.

"Wu Fan, don't care about this stupid cow, Doug has its own strengths. Although Druid averages a bit, he is also one of the most powerful professions." Uncle Lal encouraged me with a gentle voice , Warmed my heart.

"Right, Uncle Lal, where are you going now?" I looked at the right moment, and quickly put down a small piece of meat in my hand and asked. I was hungry, and I couldn't eat it with a large group of doubts. .

   "Oh, don't you know? We are on our way back to Camp Roger!"

  Lar glanced at me with puzzled eyes, which made my heart burst. Then he remembered something and said suddenly.

   "Oh, I see you forget that you are lost, and it's only natural that you can't tell the difference."

  Lar's reaction made me wary. It seems that the words really can't be talked about. If he had told him that he was lost, he might have doubted himself.

   Wait, what did he say, Camp Roger? ? There was a huge wave in my heart, and even the piece of meat in my hand was unstable, and it fell to the ground with a snap.

   Paladin, Barbarian, Druid, Camp Roger, oh my god, I finally know where I am crossing. This is a dark world.

   "Wu Fan, what's wrong with you." Lal on the side looked at my dumbfounded look. I patted my shoulder and asked.

"Oh, oh... nothing." Was awakened by Lar's modest force, and in a hurry, in order to cover up his surprise, I quickly picked up the meat on the ground, regardless of the mud above, and gnawed with my head down . Bury his horrified and twisted face in his chest.

Seeing me picking up the slices of meat on the ground and eating them, this was originally to cover up his movements, but Lal nodded in appreciation: no waste of food, and although the actions were too reckless, he ran into the depths of the **** wilderness alone. Department, but it seems to be qualified to be a heroic warrior.

   "Cough cough..." The dried meat was eaten too fiercely. The UU reading www.uukanshu.com originally choked me with the dry taste.

   Suddenly a kettle reached me, and I couldn't care who it was. I grabbed it in a hurry and poured a chase before my throat eased. Looking up, Doug and Lal were looking at themselves with a funny face, but the one who passed the kettle was a silent man.

   "Gulf does not look like a barbarian on the surface, always cold, but his fiery heart is undoubtedly the style of the barbarian."

  Lal explained with a smile, and Geoff grinned embarrassedly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying. It seemed that he was really not good at expressing himself.

   Soon after, the three of Lal began to allocate vigil time, and I was pushed into the tent by them because of the weak system.

   In the next few days, I got a better understanding of the three of them.

  Doug, the 11th-level barbarian, has a bold temperament, and has the **** and bold style of the barbarian.

  Geff, a barbarian of level 11, seems to be a relative of Doug, a taciturn, with a calmness that is very different from the barbarian

  Lal, a 12th-level paladin. Calm and wise, but his mouth is completely unlike the style of the Paladin. Ironically, Doug is completely merciless and is the leader of these three small groups.

And the three of them went deep into the Scarlet Wasteland this time. It is said that Lal said that he wanted to try his luck to see if he could explode a few pieces of fire resistance equipment-they have already killed the countess if they do not have fire resistance Armor, simply can't cope with the countless flames of the countess.

But unfortunately, from the black wilderness all the way back to the **** wasteland, they failed to play a suitable equipment. The three people were desperately preparing to go back to the house and go back to the Roger camp to repair it-they have come out for three It's been months.

  

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