"Where are we going now, bar?."

"No, no, dear Wu, we'll take you to a good place."

Ral grinned, and even Geff pulled a weird smile on his face, which seemed to me to be indescribably lewd.

Is that kind of place? My heart was pounding, nervous, and anticipatory - is my more than 20 years of debuting career finally coming to an end?

"Where the hell are we going?"

Doug walked in front with his head held high, and I whispered to Geef next to me.

"Northside."

"Where's the North End?"

Could it be the legendary Red Light District? My eyes lit up.

"Training ground." Gev said succinctly.

Me: "......"

Ahem, where did you all go? Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not such a casual person, in fact, I already knew that they were going to take me to the training ground, just to test everyone's YD index......

……

Before I even entered the North Zone, I could already feel the fiery momentum that filled the sky, as if hundreds of thousands of troops were training inside, and the whole air was turbulent with the sound of this fiery shout and the collision of weapons.

Barbarians with thick arms and strong legs, paladins with strong muscles, tall and slender Amazons, and some seemingly slender Rogue mercenaries, the men are naked, all of them are powerful, and most of the women are just wearing tights, or hot or petite figures, each with its own style, which makes people (just you) look at the nosebleeds, but unfortunately in the precarious world of the Dark Continent, survival is the fundamental goal, and the attraction of beautiful women is much smaller than the original world, Just watching those big men practice hard, turning a blind eye to the beauties passing by, and those tight beauties don't seem to see how much their beauty is, here, powerful women are far more proud and attention-grabbing than beautiful women.

Doug told me that this residential area in the North Quarter has a large number of training grounds, which are also divided into four major areas.

For example, the area where I am now, to the south of the North District, is the training ground for melee transfers, as well as most of the powerful mercenaries, and some people who are about to be promoted to transfer will occasionally come here to train.

To the west of the North Side, there is a training ground for newcomers, most of whom dream of becoming strong, or orphans who have to join training because they have lost their families, come there at a very young age and receive the most brutal training, and in the end, the strongest, and qualified, are placed on the list of alternate transferees, and the weak, are obliged to join the Rog camp and become a soldier.

And those medium-level trainers, they can't be promoted to become transfers, but they are much stronger than soldiers, so they will choose to become a free mercenary, after that, they can continue to choose, whether to join other teams, experience together, or go out alone, however, no matter how they choose, the ultimate goal is only one, is to hope that they can become stronger, and then if they are lucky, they will be selected by those powerful transferees, sign a contract, and become their exclusive mercenary, you know, Having a powerful transferee by his side is far safer and quicker to level up than fighting with a mercenary squad, and where did the countless corpses and bones in the evil cave come from - most of them are the bones of mercenaries who have not been hired by the transferee and have to choose to go out alone or in a team to go out for training.

The northernmost part of the North District is the training ground for Dharma professions, which is not as noisy as here, although the mages also have to exercise, but their most important course is to constantly practice meditation, most of the trainers there are civilians, newcomers trained in the big family, there are better meditation rooms and transferred teachers at home, there is no need to go there at all.

To the east of the North Side, there are some long-range professional practice areas, where most classes are in bow and arrow shooting, spear throwing, and of course, there are some wizards who practice precision in their techniques.

I'm wearing a mage cloak now, wrapping my whole body, and I can't tell the quality of the equipment on my body, and after a month of training, the killing intent inadvertently revealed between my eyebrows makes me look like I finally have a trace of the temperament that a transferee should have, plus with the well-known Doug in Rog's camp (I think it's not because of his strength, but because of his big voice), so no one treats me as a newcomer anymore, at least not like before I went out to practice, indifferent and even showed a trace of contempt.

I looked around dizzily, these transferees usually dress and temperament to easily see the profession, but once they take off their shirts and are shirtless, the barbarians can still say, after all, the tall figure is there, it is difficult to distinguish between the druid and the paladin, the two are more difficult to distinguish - although I know that the druid symbolizes natural peace, and the paladin represents justice and rules, but I still have no way to judge their profession from the temperament they show, hey, Xiaobai!

After observing for a while, I couldn't help but ask.

"What should a druid train for?"

Doug turned his head and looked at me with a "Are you a white" look.

"You druids are strange, you can exercise your body here, and you can also go to the north to meditate and practice your mental power. Haven't you trained here before? It shouldn't be that I went out for a month and burned out my brain, I don't even know this. ”

"Haha, how could it be!" I sneered, I really can't control this mouth, I want to ask everything I see, I know that I am a druid, but I ask others about the druid, isn't this self-doubting?

"Have you all come here to train regularly for more than a month?"

"Yes."

Doug nodded: "Although this kind of training is no longer useful for those of us who have been transferred, in order to prevent rusty bones when we go out, we still have to warm up from time to time, besides, ......"

It's been a day, and the big-mouthed Doug has even begun to whet other people's appetites, the world is too crazy......

It wasn't long before Doug and Geve led me to my destination - a large open-air ring surrounded by people shouting and cheering on the people on the stage, others sitting around in twos and threes to bet on winning and losing, the noise and rude swearing, the dark and true side of humanity was on full display.

"This is the battle ring that our Rogge camp is proud of, and those who can walk in the ring are real warriors."

Seeing that there was no appetite left, Doug immediately began to babble and explain to me.

I looked at the two barbarians in the ring, fighting to the death.

"Aren't you afraid of accidents in such a fierce battle?"

"Absolutely not!"

Doug shook his head: "Generally speaking, there will be no situation where the strong will challenge the weak, and the weak will not challenge the strong without their own strength, the strength of both sides of the battle is about the same, and the way to determine the winner or lose is the half-blood judgment system!" ”

"Half-blood judgment system?"

"Well, it's the one whose life drops to half first."

Oh, so there is really no danger for two people of similar strength.

"This ring is a good thing, even if you can't go up to experience the bloody battle, just watching the competition between the masters, you can benefit a lot."

Doug said as he looked at the two barbarians in the ring with shiny eyes.

To be honest, I haven't seen the barbarian fight before, although I've seen Doug and Geff fight before, but the objects are all Sinking Demons, and what style is needed to deal with these little things.

At this time, the two barbarians on the stage are obviously above level 12, but the fighting styles of the two are very different, one is specialized in combat skills, and the other is mainly focused on the shouting system.

Both of them learned to swing with both hands, and the two weapons in their hands were as terrifying as rolling steel wheels, and the taller barbarian, who specialized in combat skills, obviously had an advantage in close combat, and from time to time a heavy blow would knock the other several meters away, winning a burst of applause, while the shorter barbarian, his heavy blow could only make the opponent take a few steps back.

Barbarians who are proficient in melee skills are indeed a little more fierce in the early stage, and the two axes are picked up, coupled with high-level heavy blows, it is called a horror.

But this does not mean that the barbarian who is proficient in shouting has no power to fight back, the barbarian scream is the "howl" of the first stage of learning, although it cannot make his opponent flee in fear, but it can also make the other party fall into a short-term state of chaos, the accuracy has dropped a lot at once, the accuracy of the barbarian is not high, in such a fright, then his accuracy can be imagined, but the chaos does not last long.

And the short barbarian has already been blessed with the "yelling" of the second stage of learning, making his defense better than the other party.

After the first stage of the skill "Howl", it is followed by "Taunting" - which can greatly reduce the judgment of the opponent.

So now the two are also fighting back and forth, and the victory or defeat is only between the first line.