"Wait."

Ral, who had been at the forefront of the path, suddenly turned back. Gesturing to us, the three of us immediately stopped.

"There's a camp of the Fallen Demon ahead, you guys wait here, I'll go and investigate."

The Devil of Destruction is the most common monster in this land, with a fiery red skin that looks particularly funny, and a short stature as obscene and ugly as a goblin.

This is not the first time that this kind of situation has been encountered, after all, the Sinking Demon is the most monster here, we have already encountered many Sinking Demon camps on the road in the past few days, and there are several times when a few crusty mice suddenly emerge from the small bushes, their necks are shrunk, and a few needles are shot at us, and yesterday at noon, I found a few carrion corpses hanging not far in front - although I am extremely repulsed by this kind of carrion that almost makes me have a shadow, but the other three are happy, compared to other monsters, carrion is not only experienced, and it's the best to deal with, the slow movements that even a savage can dodge lightly, as long as they are not surrounded, they are simply synonymous with experience.

With a mysterious look on his face, Ral told me what was said to be his own exclusive secret: the carrion was the monster with the highest rate of carrion in the Scarlet Wasteland, and the only ring on his body was from the carrion - even though they didn't even drop a coin when they killed them.

Because there are no assassins or Amazons in the team who are suitable for reconnaissance work, so I have to be investigated by Lal of the paladin profession, at least in this regard, paladins are better than barbarians, originally as a druid, I should have stepped forward when there were no assassins and Amazons, druids' natural magic and summoning have more advantages than paladins in reconnaissance, but after learning that I was only level 1 and didn't even learn to summon crows, Lal took over the job very considerately and didn't ask me to die.

Anyway, I still don't understand, am I really a druid? In the past few days, I have familiarized myself with my body, and found that I have improved dozens of times in terms of strength and agility compared to before the crossing, and I have no body at all to keep up with the speed of rapid marching of almost ten hours a day in a day.

But even so, can I, a traverser, really master the skills in this dark world? Don't make an oolong at that time, I think I'll have to ask Lahr and them for advice after the battle, and after accepting the reality of my own crossing, what I'm most afraid of now is my own ability.

After a while, Ral returned, with a look of joy that could not be concealed: "It's a small team of Sinking Demons, and there is an elite-level Sinking Magician in it. ”

According to my observations in the past few days, the small team that Lal said is about 7-12, as for the sinking magician, I believe that those who have played dark will know it, it is a little old man with a ghost head staff, playing with fireballs, and playing with corpses, and the elite probably refers to those monsters with special attributes.

Seeing that they all looked happy, it seems that elite monsters are indeed rare, and with their strength, even if they meet, they may not be able to kill, this is not a game after all, but they can be resurrected immediately if they don't die, and they can pat their butts and run to pick up corpses, which is not 100% sure, or please cherish life and stay away from the elite.

And the elite-level sinking magician in front of him plus a small team of sinking demons, is exactly what they can deal with, this kind of good thing is smaller than the chance of winning the lottery, so even Gef, who usually always has a stinky face, also smiled, it seems that the kung fu of pretending to be cool is still not at home, and there is time to train it well, you see us, even if Lal said that Andariel (the first level boss) killed us, we can still have legs and waists without bending, well, probably straight and scared to faint......

The four of them slowly bent over, slowly following the leader of the Lahr like a domestic 007, my position in it is actually quite embarrassing, on the one hand, even if I keep up, I can't help much-although after observation, I do feel that with my gradually increasing strength in the past few days, if there is a so-so weapon - even if it is a rusty iron sword, I can easily get a sinking demon, but before I don't know enough about this world, I will never risk myself, The triangular viper I met this morning told me that this is definitely not the same world as the Dark, but in some ways it bears a striking resemblance.

On the other hand, I had to follow them closely, and God knows if there would be a whole bunch of monsters, monsters, pets, lewdness, and so on in the jungle if I left them.

After all, even with Ral's average level of 11 or above, in a place like the Scarlet Wasteland, where level 1-4 monsters are infested, they don't dare to say that they walk sideways, let alone I, a little P kid who has never killed a monster?

I cheekily asked Lal if I were near them, would I divide their experience, and Ral's answer made me both relieved and a little disappointed, this real world really does not have zài mixed experience, and the master leads such a good thing, how much experience you get. Hey, it's a pity, I also thought about waiting for the future to be rich, find a master to brush experience, for which I drooled all night in vain, cut!

The camp of the Sinking Demon slowly appeared in front of my eyes, about 200 meters away, my eyes that were a little slightly short-sighted because of the long-term Internet access, after coming to this world, they are getting better and better, I can even see a cauldron on the camp of the Sinking Demon, and from time to time a human skull emerges from the boiling liquid, hand bones and foot bones, ribs, ribs and other things, in short, it is more than enough to make up a complete human skeleton, it seems that which daredevils accidentally broke into their sphere of influence, I've been caught and boiled.

In other words, a few days ago, I saw this scene, I am afraid that I will faint in fright, but now, although I can't bear it, I seem to have been a little numb, these days on the road, from time to time there are a few strange posture of white bones, or leftover corpses, and half-hidden in the soil, suddenly jumped out of the carrion corpse, all of which have strictly honed my visual nerves, I have to say that the power of human habits is terrifying, when eating, drinking, sleeping and sleeping in the general environment of horror movies, I found that the current nerves have been extremely tough, Even if a carrion suddenly emerges in front of me at this moment, I am confident that I will knock it to the ground with one punch, well, and then run away immediately.

One, two, three, four...... I counted carefully, and there were 9 Sinking Demons, who were dancing a strange dance like an African Turk around the pot, and the long white knives in their hands were so dazzling that I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when I saw it—poor that our future druid masters were still bare-handed!

However, it is not practical to snatch the long knives from them - unless they burst out, they will disappear with the corpse of the Fallen Demon in a few moments.

At this time, the 9 sinking monsters were holding what looked like a tap dance, making strange noises, and sitting next to them was the protagonist of today, with dark red skin that looked particularly bright in the blood-red sinking demon, and the sitting posture that was not moving like a mountain, as if a monk had a calm bearing, occasionally opened his eyes flashed a hint of sharpness, and then turned into an ancient well, just looking at those dancing sinking demons with a trace of disdain, as if a group of rookies showing off their martial arts in front of the peerless masters.

"Wait." I whispered. The three of them, who were about to start, turned around and looked at me with puzzled expressions.

Hmph, don't you think it's confusing, this is the insurmountable absolute gap between you and me - with my sharp eyes that have been wandering the Internet for many years, this old sunken magician who only looks good definitely has a strength comparable to Andariel, but for some reason, he has to hide in such a nameless little place. I was proud to think that I had finally played a role in this team.

Just as I was about to tell them the immutable law that the master is hidden in the forest and the city is hidden, the sinking magician in the distance suddenly moved, only to see it raise its head, and a sharp eye knife shot straight towards our hiding place.

I was shocked in my heart, it had obviously kept its head down just now, could it be that it detected us a few hundred meters away just by breath sensing, my vision was really right, fortunately it was stopped in time, and it might be too late to run now.

I saw that the old dragon bell sinking magician, his right hand clenched the ghost head staff, and his left hand waved slightly, the strong man's bearing, the master's demeanor, looked at me for a while, the sinking demon who was still around the pot just now immediately quickly concentrated behind him, put on a vigilant look, from the casual hooligan just now to a dead soldier who has experienced a hundred battles in an instant.

Sure enough, they found us, and they looked like they were about to charge, and I was startled, and I was about to run away with the three of them, when I saw the Sinking Magician standing to the side.

"Hum ha-hey, hum-ha-hey......"

The Sinking Wizard danced with his hands, humming an unexplained and strange emphasis in his mouth, stepping on the Seven Stars, like dancing the Great God Dance, and like a sheep peaking madness, jumping around the cauldron, his ass writhing like a fully charged drill, and the little Sinking Demon standing behind him looked at the mage with a look of adoration, as if the most devout fan had met his idol.

"Hum ha-hey, hmph-ha-hey...... 'The mage's tune has been echoing in the wilderness, slowly reaching our ears with the wind.

"What's wrong, Wu?" Ral asked, looking puzzled.

"Uh~~ Please chop that Sinking Wizard to pieces......" I said with a gloomy face and gritted teeth.

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