I just saw an enthusiastic reader in the discussion area, saying that the book is updated slowly, and the plot drags on a little, Eun, I think it is necessary to clarify this matter.

First,On the issue of updates,Now 2-3 chapters a day,Yesterday it was updated 5 chapters.,Each chapter has about 3500 words.,It shouldn't be slow.,In the future, I'm going to do it.,If nothing else, 2 chapters a day.,About six or seven thousand words.,Although I don't dare to say that there is speed.,But it's definitely in line with the general level.。

Second, on the issue of plot drag, I think it's necessary to focus on this, I'm a dark fan, although my level is not high, and I haven't played Battle.net, but I've been gangsters on a single machine, but that doesn't erase the fact that I'm a fan of Dark, and that's what prompted me to write this book.

As a dark fan author, the setting of this book is that the protagonist travels to the dark world, but I don't want to mess up some settings like many otherworldly novels, and introduce this otherworld in just two strokes.

I like darkness very much, so I also hope that the protagonist will travel to, similar to the dark world, whether it is the setting or the plot, can be portrayed more completely, I hope to portray a person in it flesh and blood, I hope to make those who have not played the dark can feel the charm of darkness, so in the beginning part, I will explain the setting of this world in more detail, and strive to portray the customs and customs in the dark world, I hope that my readers will see a relatively complete dark world, not just a YY novel, so about the problem of the plot dragging on in the previous part, I admit that I am indeed a little irritated, and I also do my best to add some bad plots in the hope of making up for this shortcoming, maybe some people don't like to read it, but I will insist on writing like this, now it is only the beginning, and soon, everyone will be able to see a magnificent dark world unfolded in front of their eyes.

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The three I just pointed out are quite good, and there are many job changers, only holding a rough wooden stick in their hands, wearing daily clothes, and thick leather shoes on their feet, and it seems that they have not yet burst out of a piece of equipment, poor baby.

I looked at the transferees around me with interest, and the eyes of those transferees were also on me, there were thousands of transferees in the entire Rogue camp, even if they didn't know each other, but their faces and names were clearly remembered, so they all looked at me as a strange face, obviously the appearance of a transferee.

The center of the camp is obviously cleaner and tidier than the west side just now, the ground of the grinding stone, and the wooden house that is still shabby, but it is much better than the tent, and there is a huge fountain in the center, which is really a special status and special treatment.

And walking around in the center is almost entirely a job changer, and over time, this place has been tacitly a paradise for job changers.

It's not that there is a sign outside: "Civilians and dogs, no entry", anyone is allowed to enter and exit here, but think about most of the transferees here, you are a civilian here, every time you see a transferee, you have to show humility, I'm afraid that nodding along the way will tire you to death, not to mention that there are no civilians here, most of them sell travel supplies for the transferees, etc., what are you doing here as a civilian? Drink? There are many bars in the West End, and the taste is not necessarily worse than this. Long insight? Be careful of any bad-tempered job changer who will throw you into the Sinking Demon Camp.

Soon Doug and Geve stopped in a beautifully decorated wooden house, and I looked at the sign that said "Rog's Bar", and it seemed that this was what Doug was referring to when he said to have a drink.

Following Rogge and Gev into the inside, there were immediately countless noises, only to see that there were people surging inside, the heat was monstrous, the sound of talking, quarrelling, bragging, roaring, the sound was like ears, the space in the bar was very wide, and you could clearly notice it after a while, although it was not separated by a wall, but it was divided into several areas. A large area of the bar, which occupies almost three-quarters of the entire bar, is mostly filled with barbarians, and occasionally there are a few more unusual paladins, Amazons and Druids, who gulp ale, make loud noise, boast, argue, and almost all the noise and chaos in the bar is created by this area.

A small area to the right of this chaotic area was full of paladins, druids and amazons, they were calm and composed, the difference was that when they discussed, the paladins always had a touch of rigour, the druids were gentle, and the amazons were cold.

In the innermost part of the bar, there is a paradise for mages (necromancers and wizards) and assassins, the assassins like to live behind the shadows, this corner is naturally the best choice for them, and the mages, they are silent, wise, always like to think, and the occasional exchange is always about academic knowledge, this quiet corner is also the best place for them.

"Oh, damn it, is it God's birthday? Why are there so many people? Doug and Gerf said with a frown, and the entire bar was almost full.

In the end, Doug and Geff, with their own physique, managed to squeeze out a few empty seats in the first district, and at the same time beckoned to me kindly, I immediately shook my head, joking, the reason I didn't like clubbing in the original world was because it was too noisy, not to mention that now I was asked to sit next to the loud Doug, unless I was crazy.

Seeing that I refused, Doug didn't care, turned his head and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the nearby topic, and after a while, he found the insertion point, and immediately discussed it loudly with another barbarian.

Looks like the second area is where I'm supposed to be, the polite paladins who won't refuse my request, and more importantly, the old Druids, who might learn something from them.

I took the initiative to turn to the right, but I was soon disappointed, there was no place here, I couldn't be cheeky like the barbarian brothers to lean over and squeeze a chair with someone, I sighed helplessly, I wanted to leave this smoky place, but I didn't know where to go for a while, so I had to look at the corner, which was the territory of the mages and assassins.

I don't like assassins, they feel so cold that I definitely don't want to sit next to them unless I know them well, and as for mages, God, do you expect me, a third-rate university graduate, to have anything in common with these old scholars who have been studying the arcane field for more than ten years and decades? Those heavenly academic questions are more effective than lullabyts in my ears.

But now that the form forces me, I'm either going to get out of here, or I'm going to have to stay with them, and maybe I'm here all the time, Che, you think I'm stupid!

I didn't even think about it (I've been standing like a fool for a long time), so I walked to the innermost part.

When passing through the junction of the second and third areas, it was obvious that I had penetrated a fragile membrane, and then, as if I had suddenly entered another world, the rude and irritable voices outside suddenly disappeared.

Among the four mages surrounded by a table in the innermost, the oldest-looking one suddenly looked back at me, and then nodded to me imperceptibly with a kind smile before lowering his head and continuing to immerse himself in the topic just now.

It's amazing, I was secretly surprised in my heart, this layer of film was obviously the soundproof barrier set up by the old mage just now, so I broke in rashly, and as soon as I touched the barrier, I found it for him.

I'm not surprised that the silencing enchantment is the existence of this spell, after all, I'm not a fool, the history of the Dark Continent for thousands of years, how can it be that there are only a few skill spells in the game, do you think those mages who are known as magic maniacs are living in vain?

The reason why I was surprised was because from Ral's mouth, I vaguely understood that in addition to the main skills that can be learned by the mage at a certain level, any mage who wants to use other skills must have a certain ability, so the old mage in front of me is either of a very high level, or the research and control of his own spells have reached a considerable level.

Forget it, it's not like I'm going to be able to climb up now, and I don't have any interest in pulling down my face to flatter, so I looked around, there are only 8 tables in total, and 4 of them are already occupied by wizards. Although there were still seats at each table, I wisely chose to ignore them when they discussed the problem.

There are two more, there are big empty seats, but each has a skeleton, oh, no, it is two great necromancers, looking at their gloomy appearance, exuding a faint breath of death, obviously not at home for cultivation, according to Ral, the most powerful necromancer in the legend, wherever he walks, the bones on the ground will become undead, and the corpse will also be resurrected into a puppet......

I immediately painted a picture in my mind: in a former battlefield, countless corpses and bones, with unwilling, hideous posture fell to the ground, rusty weapons stuck all over the earth, the air was filled with a layer of rotten and bloody smell, at this time a black shadow walked in the distance, his whole person was shrouded in a huge hooded black floor-length cloak, his whole body was surrounded by a layer of black aura, his feet did not touch the ground and slowly moved, passing by, the soil began to loosen, a miserable white skeleton, or holding a giant axe, Or holding longbows, some riding hideous bone horses, wearing sturdy armor, some wearing black robes, flashing with the brilliance of magic, they slowly got up from the soil, slowly straightened up, raised the skull of Sen Han and roared to the sky, and in a short time, the whole blood-colored soil was covered with white......

OMG, what kind of shocking scene should it be, just thinking about it makes me feel excited, it's really amazing, presumably such a character. Even if you pull it into Star Wars, you can be the boss of the villain.

But even if these two necromancers weren't at home, I wasn't in the habit of eating with them, and I didn't want anyone to be sitting next to someone who could always think of corpses and bones while they were eating.

Then, at a table, there were two Assassin uncles, with indifferent expressions of nonsens, who seemed to sense my gaze, and glanced at me, and those indifferent eyes passed through me, as if they only saw air, and then continued to lower their heads and discuss something silently.

OMG, I'm scared to death, I can't afford to mess with these people.

So I set my sights on the last table.

Alone. Okay, there's a vacancy!

It's not very old, okay, there are common topics.

It seems to be a girl, okay, maybe we can have a deeper exchange.

This table seems to be tailor-made for me, and it is like the infatuated beauty who has been looking forward to eight million years in exchange for a chance to intersect with me, although it feels a bit weird in this situation, as the saying goes, people have three taboos in the rivers and lakes, one is taboo children, two taboos are not monks, and three taboos are single women, these three kinds of people can not be provoked, and with the young witch in front of me, it seems that it has accounted for two.

But it's better than the other tables, I thought, and slowly walked forward......