"Huh~ I still underestimate the power after the transfer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the free welfare house of the camp, Wang Shouzhong was doing push-ups with one hand and hanging in the air with the other, only to see a blade haunting his fingertips, faintly making a sound of breaking the air, so that he changed his hands every fifty push-ups, and when he felt tired, he took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to practice calligraphy after bathing in incense.

At this time, half a month has passed since the day of the successful transfer, and the first batch of people who went out to practice have also come back alive, although they are a little embarrassed, but they are still very proud. It can be seen from the voice in Rogue Bar's that the barbarian named Doyle has been thrown out more than once after getting drunk, but after he sobered up, he still happily continued to go to the bar to brag (to death) with the barbarian seniors, so several legal professionals who often hang out in the bar in the past few days seem to be plotting something, and they are unabashedly watching him with dark eyes, witnessing him eating jujube pills.

As for why Wang Shouzhong was still staying in the camp, it was mainly because he underestimated the changes after the transfer, not to mention the holy light that was always around him, and the light attribute power was still something he had only mastered yesterday.

The attribute was not high before, so he didn't notice it, but now that he suddenly increased so much strength, he found a problem, that is, the increase of each point of the attribute is not static, the later the increase is, the greater the increase, it is estimated that the current data shows that the increase in strength can even be compared to the previous two points, so he miscalculated the time, resulting in staying in the camp now, but although it is a few days late, he still achieved the expected results, and he will be able to go out and upgrade tomorrow.

Nothing to say all night......

The next day, Wang Shouzhong took the identity certificate issued by the camp, tents, magic torches and other necessities for training, went out early in the morning, came to the main gate of the camp, and took out his certificate under the gaze of many Rogge.

After passing the inspection, he ignored the strange eyes of the Rogers, and stepped on this wasteland soaked in human blood with a calm expression, smelling the indelible smell of blood in the air, he seemed to have seen what happened in history, the invasion of hell, the slaughter of civilians, the professionals took up arms, fought on the front line, and swayed their blood here, slowly he clenched the short sword in his hand, the previous oath sounded in his ears, life is in the world, there must be something left, and I, at this time, will be here to fight for the deceased!

When he came back to his senses, he walked straight forward, this place was still within the warning range of the camp, there were few demon projections, and they could only be seen from the depths, and that would be the time to test his skills.

On the other hand, the news of his departure soon spread in the circle of professionals, they were very interested in this newcomer who stayed in the camp for half a month before going out, I thought that Wang Shouzhong would find a team to join, but I didn't expect him to choose to experience alone, this is not something that ordinary people can do, but I don't know what the result is, if you can last for half a month and come back alive, it means that there is another genius in the camp, otherwise...... No one cares about a dead person!

At the same time, several elders in the camp also received the news, but the reactions were mixed, and Akara was blessing him, which is what every child does before he goes on the expedition.

Kasha, who was on the training ground, tilted his head and poured a sip of wine after hearing Rogge's report, "Hahaha, boy, don't let me down!" ”

Kidd, a gambling merchant, looked at the note in his hand and twisted his beard, and let out a strange laugh, "Do you want to set up a gambling game?" It's good business, it's been too dull in the camp lately, we need to have some fun for them, hehehe......"

Unfortunately, Variif was not in the camp at this time, and he was sending the team that had killed the Andariel projection to Ru Gayne, who would not be able to return until next month.

Chasi was repairing equipment when she heard the news from the idle chatter of the professional, and she silently prayed for Wang Shouzhong to return safely.

So what is Wang Shouzhong in the center of the topic doing now?

"Well, it's much weaker than I imagined, my movements are slow and stiff, if I don't fall into a state of panic, I think an ordinary person can escape." Sideways flashed the other party's outstretched hand, Wang Shouzhong raised the sword horizontally again, and watched the zombie with an IQ of 0 bump into it by itself, and then fell to the ground with a 'bump', unable to get up again.

Seeing this scene, even Wang Shouzhong's state of mind hurt a little, and he didn't take the initiative to attack during the whole process, but this thing killed himself just by hitting the sword, so you are actually here to be funny.

Squatting down and poking the first monster he killed in this world with his short sword, he didn't have a sense of accomplishment, "So IQ is a good thing, even if it's a projection, there should be one, otherwise if you do this, I won't have any fighting spirit at all, you know?" ”

After checking it, sure enough, there was no explosion, Wang Shouzhong stood up and put the short sword back into the sheath (made by himself), and continued to move forward, but the action was still very careful, without a trace of carelessness, although the zombie was slow, but it was only relatively speaking, and its attack was very high, if it was hit, it must not taste very good, as for the hard-haired rats that attacked from a distance, and the sinking demons who gathered together quickly were a greater threat to him.

"Whoa......

At night, it was raining heavily, a safe haven, Wang Shouzhong was sitting in a magic tent boiling broth, before coming out to practice, he had prepared at least two months' supplies in the professional space, barreled water, adventurer jerky version 233, dehydrated vegetables, long bread that could be used as weapons, and now these things appeared in different quantities in the pot, making him look forward to his dinner.

As for why he didn't eat the supplies stored in the assassination classroom, modern food is better than medieval dark dishes, because those supplies are mainly used for emergencies, and now it is not a critical situation, and he doesn't feel that he is nobler than the people in the dark world, since everyone else can hold on, what reason does he have to dislike these foods?

After about twenty minutes, the contents of the pot were finally boiled, and Wang Shouzhong stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of bread and put it in his mouth......

"Hmm...... Subtle taste. Feeling the stimulation of his taste buds, Wang Shouzhong's expression also became very subtle, and at the same time he let out an unclear sigh, but judging from the fact that he slowly swallowed the bread, this thing was still within the range of edible, just like that, in the delicate atmosphere, he ate up the last piece of jerky, "Whew~ I'm full, I just don't know when the rain will stop, I hope it won't delay my experience tomorrow." ”