Soon, under the leadership of Dirk and Al, we have walked in the direction of Rogg's west gate according to Dirk, which is good, the wooden fence is just a fence, and there is not even a moat, it seems that Rogue is really quite confident.

As the west gate approached, the bustling crowd gradually increased, and most of these civilians were chasing some unknown animals to go out, and these animals were also all kinds of animals, some of them looked like pigs, like cows, like chickens, and some of them were more eccentric, such as pigs and cows mixed breeds, and some of them were hairy in groups, to the point of looking like enlarged pugs......

These unknown animals are the main meat species in the entire Rogue camp, the entire blood wasteland, not very suitable for planting, can only barely grow some wheat and other more tenacious crops, and other vegetarian fruits, most of them are transported from the commercial capital of the East - Lu Gaoin, like red fruit (fruit similar to apples), Moolo (similar to potato food) and so on, these things are luxury goods for the civilians of Rogue camp, it is rare to eat a few times a year, coarse wheat cakes, broth, Cheese and wild vegetables gathered outside are their daily staple food.

These groups of unknown animals that drove out of the West Gate were the main food of Camp Rog, they were all herbivores, so the civilians would pull them around the perimeter of Camp Rog to eat, some small-scale farmers would return before night, and some large-scale farmers would simply sleep outside, they would bring tents and food, and they would build some improvised wooden stakes early, and then use ropes to enpen a large number of birds.

The main task of Rogue archers like Dirk and El is to protect these civilians and poultry from monsters, and in the summer, the weeds grow luxuriantly, and these herders can find enough food as long as they take their poultry around the Rogue camp for a while, and the owners can pick some wild vegetables to improve their stomachs in their spare time. But winter is troublesome, a large number of plants wither, and these herders have to travel far to feed the fowl, and this is also the time when their responsibilities as patrolmen are the heaviest and most difficult.

The above paragraph is a detailed explanation of the kind-hearted Dirk who walked ahead of me in the middle of my ignorance.

The oncoming civilians looked at the four of us with awe and adoration eyes, and they all whipped and pulled their poultry to make way for us, and for a while, the sound similar to the sound of chickens and dogs barking pigs and sheep was endless......

Under the leadership of the two, we soon came to the foot of the West Gate, take a look, the West Gate is about 10 meters wide, about 8 meters high, although the gate is also made of wood, but a closer look can vaguely see the iron pieces inlaid on it, 10 Rogge archers stood majestically on the left and right, looking particularly solemn, for this, I also have to sigh that even if the world is different, but whether it is human beings or Rogge, the awareness of the façade is still so strong, what do you say your gate is so majestic? Doesn't this bring out the shabby of the wall more and more? What is this 8-meter-high gate for? Playing Arhat for two barbarians plus a druid-transformed bearman? ……

Obviously, the prestige of the three Lal in the camp of Rog was not bad, and as soon as the 10 Rogs guarding the city gate saw the three of them coming, they immediately lowered their proud heads, and their eyes were full of adoring starlight, but the eyes that looked at me turned into doubt.

Damn, one day I'm going to make your eyes burst into real stars.

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As soon as I stepped through the gate, I was stunned by what I saw.

How do you feel when you open the front door through a quiet passage and suddenly find that the 20W Maracanã Stadium outside the gate is full of people, and the World Cup final is being played at this time?

I don't know how to describe how I feel at this time, but perhaps from other people's perspectives, I look like a country bun entering the city.

In this plain surrounded by wooden fences, there are countless tents, densely distributed like sand, these tents are large and small, the small ones are similar to the tents that Lal lent himself along the way, but the large ones are nearly a thousand square meters, higher than five stories buildings, and the wide embroidered gold cloth doors, from time to time people enter and exit. Some of the smaller ones simply spread a layer of coarse cloth in front of their tents, on which were the goods they sold.

The distribution of tents is not irregular, although it looks messy, and it is indeed messy, but you can still find a vein like a spider's web, everyone is very conscious of vacating the path, after all, if you sell things if there is no road around, who will come to buy ah, to get rich.

The essence of building the road first is perfectly illustrated here.

Seeing these countless tents, I finally understood what Lal meant by the fact that the inhabitants of Camp Rog were very mobile......

Dirk looked at me dumbfounded, and said with a smile, this side of the West Gate is a commercial area, which is naturally more prosperous, the other three districts are residential areas, and the camp is in the central area, which is a paradise for most job transfers.

Dirk and Al were separated from us at the entrance, after all, their mission was to patrol, and it was a very grand treat to be able to get us here in person.

There are four of us left, slowly walking along an empty and wider road, this road seems to be a trunk road in the West District, the people on the road seem to be particularly crowded, fortunately, with our identity, the people on the road will take the initiative to give way to a road, not to mention the respect in the heart, even if someone has no good impression of us as a transferor, and dare not walk beside us BT, who knows if you accidentally rub it with us, your fragile body will leave permanent pain or something......

Therefore, whether they respect us or those who fear us, they all stand on the side very consciously, and the difference is that the front ones see us as moving gods, and the latter see us as fiery fire demons......

"Dear Wu, what are your plans now?" Ral asked, turning his head to me.

I shrugged my shoulders and said I didn't know either, and that one step at a time counted.

Damn, how did I unknowingly learn the signature moves of the bad knight uncle.

"Why don't you stay in my house for a few days, and I think my wife will treat you with the most delicious food." Ral invited me in a very warm tone.

I didn't answer Ral, I looked at Doug and Geoff first.

"We don't have any plans, but now we want to go to the center for a few drinks and find a hotel to stay in."

I thought about it, rejected Ral's kindness, and decided to follow Doug and Gerve, after all, Lahr had been out for three months, and it was better for him and his wife to get together alone, I didn't want to be a big light bulb and then hear some sounds that were inappropriate for children at night.

Seeing that I was resolute, Lal was not reluctant, and after agreeing on the time and place of meeting, he parted with us at a fork in the road.

After Lal left, Doug became more open, his left hand on Gerf's shoulder, and his right hand just hung heavily on my left shoulder because of the height.

"Haha~~ After more than 3 months of bird days, we have to drink it happily today."

As soon as Doug got excited, he got carried away, and the broken voice instantly suppressed all the noise in the vicinity, and even I, who thought I had become accustomed to, had a headache again.

After walking for about half an hour, the surrounding tents gradually became fewer, a few tents were scattered around, and there were many fewer pedestrians coming and going, until there were more people in strange costumes, who seemed to deliberately keep their voices low, even if they spoke, they had to attach their ears to say, adding a touch of weirdness and depression to the atmosphere here.

"Because it's close to the center of the square, most of the people who live here are job transfers, so naturally there are fewer people."

Doug didn't care about the surrounding atmosphere at all, and still said loudly at the top of his voice, which was particularly harsh in this strange atmosphere, causing the people around him to look sideways, and Geff and I hurriedly staggered the two positions to show our innocence.

I looked around carefully, and sure enough, as Doug said, there seemed to be more and more strange people around, probably wearing some equipment on their bodies, and at a glance, they knew that they were the same as us.

Why are they weird? This refers to their clothing and weapons, you look at the one, emaciated figure, gloomy face, cold expression, wearing a cloth coat with unknown attributes, probably not cool enough, so the cloth clothes were dyed black, and then put on a black hooded ordinary (non-equipment) cape, and covered the whole head in the hat, it does have a bit of necromancer taste, but look at it again, what is it in your hand? ? A small hand axe, at a glance, you can know that it is a necessary murder weapon for murder and arson, and for robbing homes and houses.

This necromancer's taste, once paired with the axe in his hand, the charm becomes different, how to describe it, if he is my boss, I will say, my lord, look at your dress, both the elegant and cold of a mage, and the bloody pride of a warrior, the two are perfectly blended together, oh my God, people will know at a glance that they are definitely the peerless masters of the Demon and Martial Arts.

If he were my subordinate, I wouldn't have said a word and let him go, and I'd be embarrassed to go out on the street with this outfit......

Okay, okay, I admit that I shouldn't laugh at people, after all, this is not a game, and the equipment will not fly all over the sky, and weapons, especially mage weapons, are hard to find, which can be easily reflected from these transferees, not to mention the necromantic brother who just held a hand axe and a skinny butcher, and a paladin who just staggered with me, wearing blue leather armor, and knowing that the level is not low at a glance, but the one in his hand is still free to deliver when he is transferred, a rough wooden stick for each person.

And the Amazonian beauty standing next to the fruit stall on the right, OMG, knew at a glance that the spear in her hand was not ordinary, but she was wearing the same daily clothes as me......