Outside, although the night rain had stopped for a while, the cold air on the wasteland became more and more bitter as the sky got later.

Unlike the situation in the ordinary world, the concentration of negative energy particles in the dark world is far higher than the normal standard, and the cold air corrodes the human body more strongly.

If an ordinary adult spends a night in such an environment, it is estimated that if he does not die later, he will also hurt the root of the body and fall ill for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, the professional team is full of extraordinary people with good strength, except for Nina, who is a mage, whose physique is slightly weak, the others are basically able to ignore the cold and heat at the beginning.

And even Nina, who is slightly inferior in physique, has elemental resistance that is not inferior to that of ordinary transcendents with the blessing of mana aura. It can also ignore the cold wind.

Therefore, the class gap between the transcendent and the ordinary is not unreasonable, and it can be reflected in all aspects of ordinary life.

Wasteland, dilapidated houses, the howling of the cold wind......

Coupled with the faint bonfire, there is no need for special effects to shoot horror movies, and the atmosphere is called a gloomy atmosphere.

The humble shelter, with only one window for ventilation, was still located on the wall where the door to the dilapidated house was. Therefore, the professional team could only go around half a circle and walk in the direction facing the door of the hut to observe.

And as the group slowly approached the dilapidated house, the aroma that could be smelled between the noses of several people became more and more intense.

This is not only Nina and the paladin's performance is unbearable, but even Nelson, who has always been strict with strict guidelines as the captain, can't help but snort.

Because it's so fragrant!

After a dozen breaths, the figures of several people had quietly approached the dilapidated house.

At such a close distance, several people could already see the figures by the firelight in the house through the half-open windows, and even faintly hear a little song in the dialect humming randomly out of boredom.

This made them breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the house is indeed human, not some monster. Although the people in the house may not necessarily be the same professionals in Camp Roge, at least they can communicate.

Of course, there are still a few people who need to be cautious.

Just as Captain Nelson gestured to his companions, ready to test the people in the room, a voice suddenly sounded in their ears:

"A few friends outside, if you don't mind, please come in and sit down."

"This meat is almost roasted, and if no one comes, I'll eat it alone."

The group of professionals was unexpectedly startled by the sudden sound in their ears, and their body movements followed.

Receiving the inquiry from his companion's eyes, Nelson thought for a moment before nodding:

"Since everyone has spoken, we can't help but appreciate it, let's go in together."

Although he sensed that the people in the room were kind, Nelson decided to be cautious, so he made a "watch and be vigilant" gesture to his companions.

After receiving the captain's signal, Nina nodded knowingly, and then quickly formed a formation that was convenient for battle.

Crunch –

Although the wooden door of the dilapidated house is not completely decayed, the metal part of the wall is completely rusted.

At this moment, under Nelson's gentle push, the wooden door made an unpleasant grinding sound, irritating the ears of everyone present.

Call~

The wasteland at night, the inside and outside of the house with a campfire are almost two worlds. Just as they stepped into the dilapidated house, everyone in the professional team felt that their bodies were instantly warmed up, and their tense nerves couldn't help but relax.

Being able to live up to the cold and heat doesn't mean they like it.

When a few people entered the house, Fang Yan still sat by the campfire and did not get up, but just gestured to everyone with his eyes on the bamboo sticks that were turning in his hands.

Fang Yan believed that it would be more reassuring to do so than to get up and greet them at this moment.

Sure enough, after seeing Fang Yan's movements, the vigilance on the faces of the professional team relaxed a little, and their eyes shifted from staring at Fang Yan to the roast meat that was flipping over the flames in his hand.

This look at it, but everyone couldn't help but secretly swallow their saliva.

I saw that in the center of the room, in a red tongue of fire licking, the barbecue on the bamboo skewers was making a sound.

I don't know how long the meat had been roasted on that fire, and the skin that could be seen on the outermost part had already turned golden, and now it shimmered with an alluring color in the moisturizing hot oil that was constantly oozing.

Cuckoo!

At this moment, an unassailing belly roar sounded in the house.

Several members of the professional team unexpectedly put their hands on their abdomen, only to realize that it didn't seem to be their own stomach.

After a few people's eyes looked around with some confusion, they finally focused on their captain.

"Look at what, look!"

Faced with the strange gazes of his teammates, captain Nelson couldn't help but yell in some shame, then turned around and smiled at Fang Yan with an embarrassed face.

"Make your friends laugh!"

"You barbecue...... It smells so good! ”

……

A few minutes later, the hut, which had only been a deserted dialect, became lively.

Food is indeed the best bridge to the relationship between strangers, especially when tempted by the well-baked cuisine in the dialect and using many spices that do not exist in this world, Nelson and his party quickly let down their guard against him.

After some greetings and familiarity, the two sides in the house also got to know each other a little. As expected, the dialect discovered that Nelson and the others were indeed the professionals of this world that he had guessed before, and they were from the Rog camp he had been looking for.

According to some of the information revealed by several people, the four-person group with Nelson as the captain is a standard professional combination team. Among them, Nelson is a barbarian, Nina is a mage, Ralph is a paladin, and Tal is a druid.

With such a reasonable combination of war, law, and pasture, plus a panacea druid who can do a little bit of everything, although the strength of the four is not top-notch, their combat experience is not bad. The professional team formed also made a certain reputation in the Rogo camp with its excellent mission completion rate.

In the conversation with several people, Fang Yan also focused on the situation in the Rogge camp. I don't know if Nelson and the others are confident in the strength of Rog's camp, or if this kind of information is not a secret in this world, they actually calmly said what these dialects wanted to know.

Of course, how much of it is trustworthy still needs to be judged and confirmed by the dialect itself.

"Mr. Sean, you're not from this continent, are you?"

Feeling a little more familiar with each other, Nelson began to inquire about the origin of the dialect.

"Yes, my hometown is in the East, a continent separated by the sea."

As for his identity as an outsider, Fang Yan did not deliberately hide it, because his unfamiliarity with this world is indeed easy to be discovered.

However, Fang Yan did not directly say that he was from another world, but set his identity as a traveling mage from the Far East Continent.

This statement, after the dialect used some magic to summon the breeze and make the bonfire more vigorous, was initially approved by Nina, who is also a mage.

Although she felt that the spell of the "Sean Mage" in front of her was a little different from the spell in her cognition, the feeling of magic fluctuations could not deceive people.

"Maybe the other party's spellcasting system is a little different from the professional system."

Nina thought about it and stopped thinking about it. Because in the dark world, you don't have to be a professional to be extraordinary. In some families that have been passed down for a long time, there are actually some ancient inheritance knowledge that has been passed down to a greater or lesser extent, and it is also possible for people to obtain extraordinary powers.

What she didn't know was that the power of dialects had nothing to do with the professions and other power inheritances in this world, but from the power systems of other different worlds.

This is the blind spot of thinking that is limited by the horizon.