The sky was overcast. Dark clouds pressed down on the ground. From time to time, there was a white glow in the clouds, followed by a rumbling thunder. A downpour is coming.

There was a faint strange smell in the air, like blood that had been soaked for a long time, mixed with the smell of earth, tree roots, salted fish, etc., which made people feel a bloodthirsty urge in their hearts.

Lan Wu stood on the black-brown earth, his face dazed. He didn't know what the hell he had been. His only memory is playing a game at home, and then the next second he appears in this weird wasteland.

A few clumps of black and red weeds crouched in the wind. The wind is getting stronger. A few bits of rain fell from the dark sky and fell on Lan Wu's face, bringing him back to his senses.

"Looks like I've crossed over." Lan Wu realized something and began to examine what was on his body.

A t-shirt, a pair of beach pants, a pair of flip-flops...... Oh, and there seem to be a few more coins in the pockets of the beach pants.

Lan Wu reached out and took out a dozen coins...... Well, it's about the size of a coin, but it's a bony gadget.

The shape of these gadgets was a little strange, but Lan Wu could see the origin of these gadgets at a glance.

The little amulet, which is exactly the same as the cheat-only small amulet in Diablo 2 that he played. He counted fifteen pieces in total, the same number as the standard number in his previous character when he played Dark.

+7 all skills, 155% better chance of getting magic gear.

Thinking back to the little bug talisman in his memory, Lan Wu realized: "If you guess correctly, this is the world of Diablo." So I should have a personal board and a skill tree right now, as well as a backpack and a storage box? ”

Lan Wu began to try. I've tried countless things, but all of the game-specific systems like the personal panel are gone. He fell silent and looked around.

The wasteland is empty and flat, and at a glance, except for a few large trees that grow very abstractly, the view is quite good, and there is nothing obstructing the view.

The wind is getting stronger. A drizzle began to fall in the sky. Lan Wu looked left and right, and saw that there was no better place to hide from the rain, so he walked quickly towards the big tree closest to him.

Before they could get closer, a strange smell of a slightly rancid smell wafted in the wind. Lan Wu frowned and looked up at the sky. The raindrops are getting heavier and denser. Gradually, the rain curtain was drawn between heaven and earth. He sighed helplessly, sped a few steps, and walked under the big tree.

Sure enough, the trunk was dark brown, emitting the strange smell of rancid smell that I had just smelled. Lan Wu couldn't be picky. There is nowhere else to take shelter from the rain except here.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Heaven and earth seem to be covered with a thick white veil. A dense curtain of rain obscured everything. The field of vision suddenly shrank a lot, and I could only see the scenery within 200 meters.

Lan Wu had a headache. This kind of environment is the most irritating. A narrowed field of view means that danger cannot be detected in the first place. Now he can only fight in the wilderness, and he can't detect the danger in time, which means that his life may be lost at any time in this strange wasteland that is suspected to be a bloody wasteland.

Fortunately, although the rain was heavy, it lasted for a short time. About half an hour later, the rain stopped. But there was still a thin white mist in the wasteland.

The rain was dripping from among the leaves and onto Lan Wu's already rain-soaked T-shirt. His skin was slightly cool, and Lan Wu began to worry again.

In the wilderness, if you don't change into dry clothes in time, eighty percent will catch a cold. The temperature here is not low, but it is not that high. Lanwu estimates that it is currently in the late autumn and early winter period.

Illness is a taboo for survival in the wild. With a lack of medical treatment, colds become a big problem. The condition will affect judgment and consume too much unnecessary and wasted physical energy. It can also lead to an inability to respond to various unexpected accidents.

Lan Wu is self-aware. Although I often exercised when I was in college, after graduation, I basically only had the office, the vegetable market, and the home left. Staying at home during the holidays is far more important than going out to exercise. As a result, his fitness has declined badly and is far from what it used to be.

Just as he was thinking about how to survive the first hurdle of coming to this world, the ground not far away suddenly bulged. Moments later, a rotting arm poked out of the damp dirt. A foul smell wafted in the wind, causing Lan Wu to frown.

"Rotting corpses? This time it's troublesome. ”

While thinking, Lan Wu looked around, looking for a weapon to take advantage of. Finally, he chose the branch at the bottom of the big tree beside him. He jumped up, jumped high and grabbed the branch and fell. With a click, the trees of this world are clearly not that hard.

The arm-thick, three-meter-long branch fell to the ground along with Lan Wu. He stepped on the branch and roughened it. It was made of a wooden stick about two meters and the thickness of an arm.

Picking up the wooden stick, Lan Wu tried out that although the texture of the wooden stick was not very hard, it was enough to take advantage of it. He dragged the stick upside down and walked briskly to the place.

By this time, most of the carrion had crawled out of the ground. Corpses and insects scurried around the rotting heads, pieces of carrion on their bodies were pulled down by the dirt, and the wounds with black slime everywhere made people feel sick.

Lan Wu tried several times, but in the end he couldn't make up his mind to get closer to deal with this carrion corpse that was currently completely unable to move. The rancid smell was so smoky.

The sticks were raised high and fell heavily, smashing into the heads of the rotting corpses, splashing large swaths of rotten flesh and corpse worms. Rao is Lan Wu asked himself that his heart was extremely strong, and his stomach was still churning in the face of this beautiful scenery that people couldn't look at directly.

"If you don't kill it, it will kill me. So, it can only die. Lan Wu hypnotized himself again and again. The wooden stick in his hand smashed firmly and forcefully into the carrion.

Whew...... The rotting corpse opened its mouth wide and let out a terrible roar. A pair of rotten arms waved wildly, as if trying to block the wooden stick that fell on his head, and as if he wanted to scratch Lan Wu. Helplessly, half of its body was buried in the soil, and it was completely powerless to fight back against Lan Wu, who was standing nearly two meters away.

A stick fell, and the rotting corpse was full of anger, and the roar was repeated, showing no sign of abating. On the contrary, Lan Wu was so tired that he was out of breath, and he could barely pick up a stick.

"It looks like exercising needs to be on the agenda as soon as possible." Lan Wu propped his hands on his knees, gasping for air.

The rotting corpse was free from the attack of wooden sticks, as if tempted by a delicious meal in front of them, and crawled more vigorously. It didn't take long for its thighs to squeeze out of the dirt.

Lan Wu was calm. Leaning on his stick, he looked up and down at the carrion as it struggled to crawl out of the ground, muttering to himself, "The head should be the most important organ of a living being." This carrion is supposed to be the same as the zombie in Resident Evil. A blow to the head should be able to kill it. Why is it still alive after playing for so long? ”

After a slight pause, his gaze fell on the wooden stick in his hand: "Oh, it seems to be the problem with this wooden stick." If this is really Diablo's world, then the weapon should have base damage. This stick obviously doesn't have the characteristics of a weapon, so it can't kill this carrion. Oh no, there should be damage, it's just that the damage is too low to be reflected. ”

Looking at the rotting corpse that only had his calf left and was still buried in the dirt, Lan Wu picked up the stick again and worked hard. Under attack, the rotting brains of the rotting corpses were clearly incapable of thinking. The rotting hands stopped struggling and grabbed Lan Wu in the air.

For three full hours, Lan Wu spent three hours of continuous blowing, and the rotting corpse, which was so rotten that it was almost reduced to bones, finally exhausted the last bit of blood, and lay weakly on the damp soil.

Lan Wu didn't care about the mud on the ground, and even mixed with some carrion, so he took two steps back and sat down on the spot to rest. He was so tired. The three hours of non-stop beating exhausted all his physical strength. It's a way he never thought of exercising.

Panting, Lan Wu looked at the carrion not far away. After three hours of acclimatization, he was immune to the decomposing corpse. He looked at the sticks on the ground and smiled helplessly.

If you change to a wooden stick with weapon characteristics, it may be easier to deal with a carrion than to eat. After all, the rotting corpse is just one of the lowest monsters in the dark world.

At this moment, the carrion suddenly changed. Wisps of black qi rose from the rotting corpse, hanging in the air and condensing. When the black qi condensed to the size of a fist, the rest of the black qi suddenly separated into wisps and floated straight towards Lan Wu.

The sudden change surprised Lan Wu. This is unheard of. God knows if this black gas is poisonous or not, and if you smell it, you will be poisoned by the corpse. He lifted the little physical strength he had finally recovered and crawled into the distance with difficulty.

The floating speed of the black qi was obviously much faster than Lan Wu's crawling speed. The black qi floated to the top of Lan Wu's head, and suddenly sank, sinking straight into Lan Wu's body. In an instant, Lan Wu only felt a hot current in his body, and his whole person was in a lot of energy.

"Oh, this black gas is the experience in the game?" Lan Wu sat down on the damp dirt again, looking thoughtfully at the condensed black gas.

By this time, the carrion had disappeared without a trace, and there was not even a single bone residue left. The black gas kept changing shapes, compressing inward, and finally condensed into the size of a coin. With a flash of golden light, the black gas suddenly disappeared, and a golden coin fell from mid-air, slamming on the wet earth.

"It's a gold coin." Lan Wu realized something, regained a little strength, got up and walked closer, and picked up the gold coin. On the obverse of the coin is a demon head with two horns. On the opposite side is a majestic ancient palace.

Lan Wu held the gold coin and was silent. So far, all the confirmed conclusions point to the fact that he really came to the world of Diablo.

But what about your own personal panel? What about skill trees?

After pondering for a long time, Lan Wu determined that the most important thing for him at the moment was to find the Rogue camp, which was said to be one of the last strongholds of the human race. Only there can you find the information you want.

Just as he was thinking, Lan Wu raised his eyes and looked around, trying to determine the direction. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned his head, a bloodless, dead-like face walked into the field of vision coldly.

He didn't think about it for a moment, picked up the wooden stick and smashed it down.