The warmth of the body made me stretch comfortably, and the hand holding the quilt tightened, wrapping myself more solidly, unwilling to wake up from this heavenly warmth and comfort, but the dry voice in my ears made me have to open my sleepy eyes, and it was pitch black, and a faint firelight shone through a gap. Is this paradise? Or are you back home? Just a qiē is a dream, a very realistic dream? I was pleasantly surprised, and sat up suddenly, only to find that a thick layer of something was covering me, and the feeling of warmth just now was probably due to it.

I touched it with my hand, from the touch, it should be a quilt of animal fur and other materials, as for the real leather or artificial leather I don't know, along the slight firelight, I look around,

First of all, the place where I lay was also covered with a layer of fur, and it was because of the comfortable and soft fur on the top and bottom that I slept so well.

Secondly, the place I was in was very small, and judging by its shape, it should be a tent or something.

Just as I was carefully observing the surrounding environment, the gap where the fire light came from was suddenly torn apart, and a figure came in from inside, almost blocking the entire gap, because of the back light, I didn't see what this figure looked like, but from his huge body, at least much taller than me, it seemed to be at least 2.5 meters or more.

God, it's a waste for people like this not to go to the NBA.

"You're finally awake, boy, hahaha, that's great."

The loud, thick, heroic voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and my ears buzzed.

However, hearing his voice, I temporarily put down the heart hanging in my throat, at least he can speak, and I can understand it, and it doesn't look like a bad guy from the sound.

"Doug, tell you not to shout at your throat, you see, the young man inside must be frightened by you." From behind the giant came a calm, but slightly sneering voice. ”

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

"Fart, Laar, when did Lao Tzu's voice freak people out." Doug let out a loud roar, like thunder, sounded in my ears, I covered my ears in pain, God forbid, I hope my ears can be used in the future.

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In the dark of night, the four of them gathered around a small fire, and the wet wood thrown into the fire made a "crackling" sound. Four long voices that were stretched out into the distance before they became obscured.

Sitting on my left and right was the bald giant and tenor Doug, with his hair and beard all shaved, his whole head was bare and hairless, and his face was tattooed, and he couldn't tell his age, probably about 25-40 years old. The other one on the right is the middle-aged uncle named Lahr that Doug said just now, with a one-inch beard and short hair, a decent leather armor even in such a barren grassland looks very neat and clean, if you don't speak, the whole person will exude a calm and thick atmosphere, but once you speak, you will find that he is actually a very humorous uncle.

Finally, sitting across from me was also a giant, named Geff, only a little shorter than Doug, and his whole head was also shiny, and if it weren't for the different tattoos on his face, I would have thought they were printed in a template.

My ears were still buzzing, but I could hear them, and I tugged at them, trying to make the ears that were still ringing better.

Ignoring the playful gaze of Lahr on the other side: As if to say, look, this is what you call a voice that never frightens people? Doug looked at me apologetically, he also knew that his throat was really powerful, but he didn't expect my little bit to be so weak.

I smiled disapprovingly, their lives were saved by them, how could they care about him in this little thing.

The top priority is to try my best to understand where I came from, although I know that I may have crossed over, but seeing the three of them dressed in a completely different style from my own world, I found that I still find it difficult to accept this reality, I am not as strong as I imagined, in this strange world, strange faces, strange environment, there is always a sense of isolation in my heart.

"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 speak, slapping his chest muscles, and said in a low voice that didn't irritate my ears.

"Paladin Ral, it's a pleasure to meet you." Uncle Ge, who had just sneered, looked very solemn when he talked about his identity, and his tone was full of pride that could not be concealed.

"My name is Geef, and I am also a valiant barbarian warrior." The Geff urn on the opposite side said angrily.

"My name is Wu Fan."

Paladin? Barbarian? Suppressing the surprise in my heart, I pretended to be calm and said.

Wu Fan? The other three people glanced at each other, as if they knew something, and smiled very tacitly.

The big man Doug had a straight personality, and he first patted me on the shoulder, and with what he thought was light, he almost knocked me to the ground and gnawed on the mud.

"Small, look at your appearance, you should be a druid, you have just been promoted, your courage is not small, you ran alone into the depths of the wasteland."

"Haha, I thought there was nothing wrong with it, but I didn't expect to get lost before I knew it."

Druids? I deliberately scratched my head in accordance with my patience and panic, avoiding answering his question head-on, and pretending to be embarrassed.

"Haha, sure enough, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and has the demeanor of Lao Tzu back then." Doug continued to pat his shoulder with his large, fan-like hand.

"Hah...... Ha ...... "I steadied the figure that was almost slapped headlong into the fire, and smiled reluctantly.

"Your kid's strength is too small, so it's not okay, you need to eat more meat." Seeing my body swaying desperately like a boat in a stormy sea under his giant palm, Doug didn't know where to take out a large piece of jerky and stuff it into my hand, and then took out a piece himself and chewed it in a big gulp.

I took the jerky and found that since it weighed at least 4 or 5 pounds, it was obvious that Doug's appetite was extraordinary.

"Doug, you're not kind, you're an 11-level barbarian, even a level 30-level druid is not necessarily stronger than you, looking at the young man's appearance of being only level 5 at most, you are cheeky to compare your strength with him, tsk......"

Opposite Doug, the kind-hearted Uncle Lal couldn't look at it, and raised his head and glanced at Doug with disdainful eyes. And then he said

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

Ral looked at Doug with playful eyes, as if he had hit a dead hole, Doug lowered his head in frustration, and ate the meat without saying a word, without looking at his expression, he knew that he was quite depressed at this time.

"Wu Fan, don't pay attention to Doug's stupid cow, everyone has their own strengths, although the druid is a little average in all aspects, but it is also one of the most powerful professions." Uncle Lal encouraged me in a gentle voice that warmed my heart.

"By the way, Uncle Laar, where are you going now?" I looked at the right time, and quickly put down a small piece of meat in my hand and asked, no matter how hungry I was, I couldn't eat it with a lot of questions.

"Oh, don't you know? We're on our way back to Camp Rogg! ”

Ral looked at me with a puzzled look that made my heart flutter. Then he remembered something, and suddenly said.

"Oh, you see I forgot that you are lost, and it is natural that you can't tell the way."

Ral's reaction made me wary, it seems that he really can't talk nonsense, if he hadn't told him that he was lost, I'm afraid he would have doubted himself.

Wait, what did he say, Camp Rogge?? There was a huge wave in my heart, and I couldn't even hold the piece of meat in my hand, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Paladins, Barbarians, Druids, Camp Rog, oh my God, I finally know where I've crossed over, it's clearly a dark world.

"Wu Fan, what's wrong with you." Ral on the side looked at me with undisguised stunnedness. He asked by patting me on the shoulder.

"Oh, oh...... It's nothing. Awakened by Ral's not light or heavy force, in my panic, in order to hide my surprise, I quickly picked up the slices of meat on the ground, ignoring the mud on them, and lowered my head to gnaw hard. Bury your horrified and twisted face in your chest.

Seeing that I picked up the slices of meat on the ground and ate them, which was supposed to cover up my actions, Ral nodded appreciatively: not wasting a little food, although the action was too reckless, and he ran into the depths of the bloody wilderness alone, but it seemed that he still had the qualifications to become a heroic warrior.

"Ahem...... "The jerky was eaten so violently that the already dry taste made me choke.

Suddenly, a kettle reached out in front of me, and I didn't care who it was, so I hurriedly grabbed it and poured a big one, and my throat was relaxed. Looking up, Doug and Ral were looking at themselves with amusement on their faces, and it was the taciturn Geff who handed the kettle.

"Geff doesn't look like a barbarian on the surface, always cold, but his fiery heart is undoubtedly a barbarian."

Ral explained with a smile, and Geef grinned embarrassedly, showing a smile that was more ugly than crying, and it seemed that he was indeed not good at expressing himself.

It wasn't long before the three of them began to allocate time for the vigil, and I was pushed into the tent by them, citing the weakness of the system.

Over the next few days, I got to know the three of them better.

Doug, a level 11 barbarian, has a bold temperament and has the usual hot-blooded and reckless style of a barbarian.

Gerf, a level 11 barbarian, seems to be related to Doug, taciturn, and has a calmness that is very different from that of the barbarians

Ral, level 12 paladin. Calm and wise, but his mouth is not at all like the style of a paladin, and he is completely merciless when he sarcastically speaks of Doug, and he is the leader of a small group of three people.

And the three of them went deep into the bloody wasteland this time, and it is said that Lal said that he wanted to try his luck to see if he could burst out a few pieces of equipment to add fire resistance - they had already completed the task of killing the countess, and without fire resistance armor, they would not be able to cope with the sea of fire of the countess.

But unfortunately, from the Black Wilderness all the way back to the Blood Wasteland, they couldn't get a piece of equipment right, and the three of them were helplessly preparing to go home, back to Rog's camp to repair - they had been out for more than three months.