After opening the treasure chest, Fang Yan searched the house again until he was sure that he could no longer find anything useful, and then stopped.

Looking at the sky outside, I felt that I couldn't find the dialect of Camp Rog for a while, so I simply regarded this place as my temporary camp. I decided to wait until tonight, when it was dark, and then continue on my way.

……

Poof!

A sudden flash of light appeared in the dim house, dispelling away the gloom and coldness of the night.

But the dialect was taken from the local materials, and all the broken tables and cabinets in the house were cut into firewood, and a bonfire was lit in the house.

I took out a mat from the storage space and spread it on the ground, and the dialect was not too simple, so I sat on the mat and rested on the campfire.

After a long day of traveling, although the body is not tired, the spirit that has been tense really needs to relax and relax.

It was so quiet for more than ten minutes, during which only the sound of wood "snorting" and burning sounded from time to time.

I thought that I would be able to spend this night in peace, but I didn't think that Fang Yan seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly opened his eyes again and looked at a dark location outside the house.

Slowly, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

"It's just in time, it's a good time......"

……

About two kilometers from the shelter, a team of four was making their way through the wilderness in the dark.

"Look, there's a fire over there!!"

Tar, who was at the front of the line and was on guard, suddenly stopped, pointed to a hazy black shadow in the distance and whispered.

"Firelight?" The paladin Ralph in the team repeated in confusion, and then glanced in the direction his teammates pointed, but still found nothing. "Is it the Demon of Destruction?"

In the Blood Wasteland, only monsters like the Sinking Demon like to light a campfire. The Devil's Broth ...... But this is a very famous dark dish in this world.

"Looks ...... It doesn't seem to be much like a ...... of the Fallen Demon."

This is another teammate Nina who also spotted the distant fire, and she is the mage of the team.

"It's not the Sinking Demon ......" the paladin muttered for a moment, and then suddenly said as if remembering something, "I remember...... In that direction, there seems to be a temporary shelter! ”

"Someone must have started a fire there."

"But at this time, in addition to our team, there are other professionals who are also in the Bloody Wasteland?"

Mage Nina wondered.

It's been a few days since the semi-annual monster siege, and if it weren't for the fact that their team had encountered some trouble and delayed the time, I'm afraid that they would have returned to the camp as early as when they received the news, just like other professional teams.

"Or maybe it's the fallen!" Captain Nelson looked a little serious, staring vigilantly at the lonely building in the distance, as if he was worried about a large group of enemies suddenly emerging from inside.

"I think it's better for everyone not to go over, let's go in a detour and save unnecessary danger!"

"Ahh Nina is a little helpless, she is the captain of everything, but the persecution paranoia is a little serious.

Well, a little timid.

"It's so close to Camp Rog, how could those fallen dare to come here."

"Yes, Captain." Ralph on the side also followed. After a day of traveling, he finally came across a shelter where he could rest for a while, and he didn't want to give up because of some possible danger.

"Those degenerates are just a bunch of maggots hiding in the gutter, and we can't even find them even if we don't even look for them, how can they come so close to Rog's camp."

"If you want me to say, the people in the front room must be the same professional team like us who received the news late and didn't return to the camp in time. Maybe there are some of our acquaintances in there. Ralph continued.

Of the four members of the team, there was only one Tar left who did not express his opinion, but it could be seen from the look in his eyes that he clearly agreed with the other two companions.

In fact, it's no wonder that a few people are not vigilant, but it's really because compared to those demons from hell, the forces of the Fallen in this area of the Bloody Wasteland are a little less eye-catching.

Those demonic monsters can still be refreshed, so every year in Camp Rogue there will be some careless or stubborn rookie professionals who accidentally plant themselves in the hands of monsters.

But those who have fallen?

To put it nicely, he is fighting guerrilla warfare with the strong men in the Rogge camp, but in fact, he is holding his head and running around, and he doesn't dare to compete head-on with the strong men in the Rogge camp.

Captain Nelson was also a little hesitant by a few companions, and he felt a little too vigilant when he thought about it.

If it's in Lugoin, then you may need to be cautious, after all, it's the base camp for the development of the Fallen.

But what is this place?

It's a bloody wasteland!

Camp Rogue is one of the most important settlements with humans, and it is located in an area close by.

What daring depravity would dare to operate here at the risk of being discovered by the bigwigs stationed in Rog's camp?

Even if there is, it will only be rookie degenerates below level 30, and those degenerate powerhouses who are really a threat to human professionals are all stared at by the big guys one by one.

Facing the expectant eyes of his companions, Nelson pondered carefully for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Then we will continue to follow the original route, and also go to the firelight to see if it is really the companions in the camp! ”

……

In the hut on the other side, I also sensed the dialect of someone approaching, but I got up and began to prepare to receive the guests who would arrive in a while.

It has been said that smiling is the best way to show kindness. Even if there is a language barrier, a bright smile can eliminate the hostility of the other party to the greatest extent.

But if you ask a Chinese person what to use to express kindness to others, then he will definitely tell you that it is food!

It is estimated that it is rare to be able to make food into a diplomatic culture like Huaxia.

"What does this smell like, it smells so good!!"

The team of professionals, who were cautiously approaching the house, suddenly smelled an extremely strong aroma in the air.

"It's like the smell of barbecue...... Could it be that I'm so hungry and thirsty that I'm hallucinating? Ralph, who was usually his favorite food, sniffed his nose lightly and hesitated.

"It's not an illusion, it's just the smell of barbecue, it's so delicious!!" Tarr, who is a teammate, affirmed.

"No, who eats barbecue in this kind of place?" The paladin's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.

He felt that he was bold enough, but he had never thought of roasting meat in a place like the Blood Wasteland.

The light of the fire in the dark night may not be able to resist the coveting of hungry beasts.

"It's not easy to know who it is, just go and see."

The mage, who had been gnawing on dry food for several days, had been completely aroused by the cravings in his stomach the moment the smell of roasted meat wafted into his nose, and walked briskly in the direction where the fragrance wafted from as he spoke.

And several teammates who were worried about her danger also hurriedly followed behind.