At this time, the other world was still as calm as ever, and the blood-colored sky seemed to be a piece of paper printed with sinking. There's a pit on the head, and as soon as I walk into a town on the edge of the Nightmare Continent where few players appear, I see two NPCs arguing. This kind of thing, he is no longer surprised, this is the rule of the other world, and even the rule of the whole world - the survival of the strong.

The pit found a table and sat down on a stool. During this time, he has been moving in the direction of the Dream Relic Continent. Because Wu Xiu concealed his identity and he had been running in the wild for a long time, although his name was still red, he no longer had the bloody Yin Hong as before.

The pit encountered a lot of troubles along the way, including encountering monsters dozens of levels higher than him, including being chased and killed by a group of players, and although he died several times, he still topped the list of other worlds with a level of 39. Of course, his name did not appear on the leaderboard, and the Sword Demon Tianzun, who was the first on the list, was still 4 levels behind him.

As for the level gap, Pit was not excited, as he later learned that players from other worlds needed much more experience per level than him. In contrast, being 4 levels above their first place is a normal thing and not worth mentioning.

While drinking the inferior soju bought for 10 silver coins, the pit watched the NPCs in the same restaurant get more and more noisy. The reason why the pit keeps an eye on them is not because they are trying to be lively, but because one of the two NPCs is very short, only about 1 meter tall. And the person who quarreled with him was a normal person, who looked like he was more than nine meters old, so the two of them looked very funny now.

The dwarf NPC is not a child, he has a thick beard, although he is short, but his body has bulging lumpy muscles, just a rough look shows that there is an amazing power hidden in it. It is precisely because of this that the people in front of the dwarf NPC did not dare to make a move, but only fought with him verbally.

The two NPCs quarreled very loudly, and the pit had a rough idea of what they were arguing about. It turns out that this dwarf NPC is an alcoholic, and he will come to this restaurant to drink two times in three days, and every time he drinks the strongest and worst wine, of course, the price of this wine will not be too high.

Everyone in the town knew about the short man, and they knew that he didn't drink very well, and he would curse when he was drunk. The reason for today's incident is not complicated, the short man thought he wanted to leave after he had paid the money, but he was caught by the drunkard, saying that he did not pay and insisted that he pay. The two of them insisted on their own words, they were both stubborn people, and they had been arguing for half an hour.

The dwarf NPC is red-faced, unreasonable but unforgiving, and keeps repeating "You reckless races, when you see that I am a dwarf, you will come to exclude you, I will sue you, I am not afraid of anyone". The quarrel has entered a circular mode, and no one has made the first move, so the pit on the side is very speechless.

Because this town is already on the border of the Nightmare Continent and not far from the Nightmare Continent, there are often some alien races coming and going. It's not uncommon to see dwarves here, because the pit entered the other world at the beginning of the game, so I don't know much about the things of another fantasy continent, thinking that the fantasy continent also has dwarves and these races.

If Chen Fenghua came here and found that there was a dwarf tribe, he would definitely be very surprised, because there were only human races in the Dream Continent now.

Let's not talk about Chen Fenghua first.

The pit was like an outsider, always expecting what would happen next, his locking greatsword trembling, and he had to press it to keep it from moving, so as not to attract the attention of these NPCs.

"What's wrong with the dwarves!? Dwarves are going to be cold-eyed by you demons? I, Blake, said that I paid for the wine, and if you want to say it again, don't blame me for being rude! This sentence seemed to be the end of this war of words, because the dwarf Blake was already gearing up, and the bones and joints made a "clucking" sound.

The NPC who was arguing with him turned pale, he staggered back two steps, lowered his face and forcibly showed that he was not frightened, pointed at the dwarf Blake and said, "You...... If you have what it takes, don't leave here! I called the boss out! ”

"Go, the dwarves are dignified! I won't be slandered by your demons! The dwarf Blake clenched his fists and made muscles, and the lines of his muscles were more distinct, so frightened that the devil NPC in front of him suddenly ran into the inner hall.

Seeing this, some of the surrounding drinkers shook their heads, they had no desire to come forward to persuade them from beginning to end, they just watched playfully, and they felt very bored when they saw that there was no fight in the end. The devil is like that, a creature who survives for himself. Others? Hehe, it's just a noun for them.

Blake saw the bartender enter the hall, he had no intention of staying, took a sip on the ground, turned his head and staggered out of the restaurant.

The pit took a sip of his wine, lowered the jar, and followed Blake's hind foot. For him, Blake was the first alien race he had seen since the novice village, except for the human race and the devil race, and his curiosity was inevitably too heavy.

Blake, the dwarf, walked into an alley and staggered, swearing profanity. The pit followed behind, taking a closer look at the dwarf.

Blake has an earthy complexion, wears only an open gray vest on his upper body, which seems to have not been washed for a while, and a pair of dark blue off-line shorts that reach his knees; A pair of flip-flops woven from straw makes him look a little more rustic.

Seeing this, the pit really can't see anything special about this Blake.

After turning around, Black returns to "home", a recycling depot on the edge of town. This disorganized, discarded area covers an area of about 200 square meters, mostly iron and stone waste. In addition to the smell of metal, there was also a smell of rotting food in the air.

The pit couldn't help but frown at the smell of the air, but Blake in front of him had long been accustomed to it, and he easily returned to his place, a dilapidated log cabin in the recycling station. The cabin was low, and he figured that he had to squat in it to keep his head from touching his head.

It seems that there is nothing, pit thought.

In the game, if you encounter such an NPC that moves everywhere and lives in a foreign race of demons, it is indeed necessary to have a little heart, because it is likely to mean that this NPC has a story. Having a story means being able to trigger a quest, and these living NPCs, their existence is meaningful, just like in the real world, everyone is a meaningful individual.

The practice of pits is something that every player does, and dwarves are not common, and this is the first time he has seen it, so he naturally has to follow along. But the dwarf Black didn't seem to be doing anything else, and after a while, there was a shocking snoring sound from inside the room.

The pit waited in the recycle bin for a while with the Locking Greatsword, but the dwarf Black seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement after he deliberately struck the metal to make a sound.

At that moment, there was a bustling noise in the distance, and it seemed that a large group of people were walking towards the recycling bin. The pit didn't think much of it, and after a few quick steps into the recycling bin, he jumped behind a high pile of scrap and hid.

The cacophony of voices drew closer and closer, and it soon attracted him. He looked around for a crack in the scrap room, just in time to see the house where the dwarf Black lived and the entrance to it. After a while, I saw more than a dozen demons with horns on their heads carrying various weapons to Black's recycling bin.

When he saw the wine man he had seen in the restaurant, he immediately understood that this group of people must have come to Blake to ask for wine money, but looking at their posture, they must not be too kind, it is very likely that Blake is in danger.

And the guy didn't seem to know that the danger was coming, and the snoring was still loud.

"Smash that dwarf's house for me!" The first devil NPC holding a meteor pointed his finger at Blake's hut, and without even shouting for battle, he asked his subordinates behind him to go up and smash the house, without the slightest room for negotiation. And under his order, a group of devil clan men threw off their arms and rushed over with various weapons.

Seeing this, the pit hiding in the shadows couldn't help frowning, this time, Blake was afraid that he was going to be planted.