Halfway up the mountain, not far from the foot of the mountain, just over ten minutes. At the foot of the hill there was a crowd of people, and when they saw Roland coming down, they all had a playful smile on their faces, and a big man actually gestured to an aunt the length and shape of something, and then caused everyone around them to laugh.

Roland felt a little fever in his cheeks, but he still forced himself to walk in front of this group of people, even if he walked more than ten meters away, he could still feel that there were dozens of people staring at him behind him.

The first experience of this game is really unfriendly.

If this were the case, Roland would probably have to go to work out of town, but that's just a game...... Shame is shame, but the thought that these are NPCs makes me feel a lot calmer.

However, the reaction of those people is really reasonable, and the game is indeed as advertised, and every intelligent NPC is no different from a real person.

Roland walked down the street, looking at the busy people around him, some in a hurry, some selling goods, and of course some carrying large bags and small bags as coolies.

The people here seemed to be civilians, both men and women, dressed in sackcloth shirts and dark-skinned, and, of course, occasionally a young woman dressed in ordinary clothes with a little more white skin walking through the streets.

In contrast, Roland is the strangest one on the street.

Although he also wore a gray-brown novice linen robe, his skin and flesh were fine, and his flesh was whiter than that of all women, and he looked like the type that had not suffered hardship.

Therefore, along the way, he has been under the gaze of others.

Enduring the strange gazes of others, Roland finally walked to the bluestone bridge. When he had looked down on the town halfway up the hill, he had already written down the general topography and streets of the town, so he didn't need to ask anyone for directions.

The stone bridge is wide and straight. Walking on the bridge, the lake on the left and right is the phosphorescent patrolling lake, with a slightly humid lake breeze caressing past the ears, and the whole person seems to be swaying with the wind.

Roland couldn't help but lie on the railing of the bridge, watching the wind and waves, and the lake was as blue as crystal. Halfway up the mountain, he could see the whole lake, but now on the bridge in the middle of the lake, there seems to be no end in sight to the lake.

On the fishing boat in the distance, the fisherman sang the trumpet of the mantra and pulled a net of white fish to his boat.

Behind the bridge, three children, about seven or eight years old, two men and a woman, with blue snot and patched sackcloth, came up with baskets, and came up to Roland.

They saw Roland, pointed at him, and laughed.

At this point, the effect of the 'Verbal Knowledge' magic had not yet passed, and Roland could understand what they were saying.

"Mom said that this brother has a bare ass all day long."

"Grandpa said he was not sensible and might have a problem with his head."

"Dad said he deliberately wanted to seduce a woman, what is seducing a woman?"

Roland turned around and looked at the three imps helplessly.

Wow......

Seeing him turn around, the three little fellows seemed to be frightened, and ran to the other side of the bridge with their baskets and brushed the floor, and grimaced at him from a distance, very proud.

The mood of enjoying the scenery was ruined by the three bear children, and Roland clapped his hands and continued on the road. The three little ones in front of them ran farther and farther, and after a while they disappeared without a trace.

There were occasional donkey carts passing by on the bridge, and Roland wanted to take a ride, but he gave up on it, after all, the things on those donkey carts were too unsightly, either dung buckets or all kinds of strange things.

After crossing the bridge, I got out of town and stepped on a loess road. Even in his sackcloth shoes, Roland could still feel the unevenness of the ground, and he was a little awkward. It stands to reason that he is used to walking on asphalt roads or cement roads in big cities, and he should not be able to walk too far on such a loess road, and he will be tired.

But the strange thing is that he walked for nearly an hour, but he didn't feel that it was too hard.

Maybe it's the relationship between the game characters. Roland thought of this possibility.

As you get farther away from Red Earth, the surroundings are getting quieter. On both sides of the loess road are the woods, and when you first leave the town, you can still see donkey carts passing by from time to time, but now, there is only a strong mountain wind blowing through the woods from time to time, making a whooshing sound, and the strange cries of unknown birds chirp in the empty woods, adding to the loneliness.

After climbing a mountain pass, the road is lined with maple forests, and here there is no sound at all except the sound of the wind, not even the sound of insects. Roland remembers that Falken had said that this was the area where giant spiders thrive.

Giant spiders, how big are they? Roland was a little curious, a little eager to see it, but after thinking about it, forget it, go to the big city first, see if there are any other players, and the traffic in the big city is more developed, the intelligence source is sufficient, and the job should be easier to find. Mix there for a while first, earn a little money as a travel fee, and then go to other cities It is much more convenient, and then you can get in touch with your friends in the future, and you can go directly without so much trouble.

It was almost noon, and the sun was a little hot, so Roland went to the side of the road and sat down in the shade, intending to rest for a while.

It's just that I just sat down for a short time, and then I seemed to hear the cry of a child, faintly, not really.

At this time, there were no people on either side of the road, and the whole area was quiet and scary, and Roland looked around, except for the trees, there were colorful weeds.

He laughed softly, thinking to himself that being alone in an empty and quiet environment is really prone to strange hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and many ghost stories must come from this way.

Leaning against the trees, Roland fanned the wind with his hands, listening to the sound of the strong wind blowing through the leaves, quiet and peaceful, so comfortable. But in the next second, he suddenly jumped up and rushed directly into the woods.

Because just now he heard a frightened scream, although it was still faint, but it was somewhat familiar, and then he remembered that an hour ago, three little guys had made fun of him, and he remembered the voice of one of the little guys more closely, because it was a girl, and the voice was more sharp.

And these three little guys, walking ahead of him.

Giant spiders, kids, no.

He rushed into the woods, and it wasn't long before the distant screams became clear. After entering the interior of this maple village forest, he found that the forest was very dark, the light was not sufficient, the ground was full of rotting leaves, exuding a strange smell, and the roots of some trees seemed to have white nets.

At this time, the screams of children came and went, not far ahead.

Roland quickened the pace of running, one foot deeper, one foot shallow, bypassing a dozen strange maple trees with a diameter of at least two meters, and then what appeared in front of him was a scene that chilled his heart.

Three children were crawling on the branches of a large tree, and under the root of the tree, a huge spider was constantly hitting the tree. With each impact, the tree would tremble for a moment, and the children above would let out a frightened scream

How big is this spider? At least 1.5 meters tall and at least two meters wide including the standing distance of the left and right arthropods.

I'll go...... Roland is an ordinary person in reality after all, and when he suddenly saw such an exaggerated monster, his calves couldn't help but feel a little weak.