It seems natural that the weak are attached to the strong, and the strong protect the weak, but among the adventurers, it does not make sense.

Most of them have broken backgrounds, and they are basically used to life and death, which makes the profession of adventurers naturally lack empathy. If they can't agree with each other and forcibly knead together, the weak are not partners on the adventure, but more like bait, cannon fodder, and "food......

However, "Dirty Fiction" is fundamentally different from other adventurer teams, and its leader is not only an adventurer, but also a mage.

Are the mages sympathetic? Barrett didn't know. There were only a handful of mages he had come into contact with, but compared to ordinary people, they were not few. Barrett has even saved the life of one of the mages twice, and has been trading with the other for more than a decade (Barrett has sold most of his harvest in the forest to that mage).

But despite this, he still did not understand the style of these powerful people. In fact, even the mage himself would not try to guess the vagaries of another colleague, it was pointless.

Barrett looked at Jack's collapsed nose and felt a little amused in her heart. It turned out that the purpose of saying all that was the purpose of his words - to use his words to win the approval of a mage, and his sympathy.

He didn't know if this was a plan that Jack had originally designed, or if it had come to him on the fly. No, it can't be designed, Barrett shook her head inwardly. A chance encounter in the Misty Forest is unpredictable, so it could only be a spur of the moment, which makes Barrett look at Jack.

He didn't really want the two teams to merge into one. Although he felt a little unbearable in his heart that these people came to the misty forest as if they were "sent to death", it was nothing more, and he would not carry these "burdens" on his back. It's just that he is not the leader of the team, and everything depends on what Old Will, a two-hundred-year-old mage, thinks.

"We've got 27 of them, well, 26 good boys!" Jack, the handsome guy, was still selling hard, "'Curly' was lost a while ago, I forgot." He sighed.

You're going to throw it away," Are you sure 'good boy' refers to the guys behind you who can't even hold their weapons?" Barrett gestured.

"Weapons don't hold securely? No, I gotta say, you don't know them!" Jack retorted, "They don't know how secure their weapons are! They can even throw away their own lives, they just won't lose their weapons!" Jack emphasized, waving his hand.

That's not something to be proud of, and Barrett is a little speechless about it.

"And that young man called 'Sieve,'" he asked rhetorically.

"Including the 'sieve'! You don't have to look at him shaking, but he's never going to throw his weapon away. You don't believe it?"

Barrett shook her head.

"There were 30 of us, but unfortunately we ran into a bunch of frost spiders and the damn pot-bellied reptiles dragged my three 'good boys' away. Jack sighed again, "You know, they were dragged away with weapons still in their hands, still in their hands!"

"But it didn't save their lives. Barrett frowned.

"Hey, you know, it was a swarm of over ten frost spiders! fifteen, if not more, and it was so chaotic that I didn't count them. "Even a big guy like the ogre over there would have been a hard time dealing with those spiders, especially since it was their first battle." ”

Frost spiders are a group of social creatures that only appear in winter and live underground. They are more than half a circle larger than a full-grown ram, and they are agile and have two front paws that are sharp like ice blades. Although this spider is not venomous, it will spit a cold frost with extremely low temperatures, and if you come into close contact, you can instantly freeze.

All magical beasts that can use quasi-magical abilities almost have one or several mutated organs on their bodies, and they use these mutated organs to store magical power, channel magical power, and release magical power. An entire race like the Frost Spider can use spell-like abilities, so it can be counted as an independent Warcraft population.

A gland in the spider's abdomen is responsible for their ability to breathe frost, and it's valuable, but only if you kill them first.

Barrett knew that if the number of frost spiders was indeed what Jack said, then losing three of them was really nothing. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why these people are so panicked.

"They came out of nowhere, and they surrounded us right away. Jack's expression was a little apprehensive, "'Shy Casper' was the first to rush forward, the guy would blush even when he spoke, and he never dared to make eye contact, but he was the brave first to rush forward! Don't you think he's a good lad?"

Jack seemed to recall, "Casper had a throwing gun in his hand, which I heard had been given to him by some adventurer. I must say it was a very good throwing gun, with a sharp, sharp head, as if it had been forged from stainless steel rather than cast iron. The weight is also very suitable, and if you throw it well, you can definitely kill a big-bellied reptile at once. But the throwing gun was so good that it gave Casper courage and made him reluctant to throw it. He rushed up with it, and fell in the frost from the spit out of three or four big-bellied crawlies, poor boy, he fell with the gun in his hand, and I told you, they hold their weapons very tightly, and Jack never lies!"

Newcomers are always like this, and when faced with fear, they either panic or be ashamed. Some of them will stand still and be overwhelmed, while others will shout and rush forward regardless of the same thing, which is a sign of being dominated by fear.

However, there are many things to experience, and newcomers will eventually grow. Fighting, surviving, being forced to grow, and then continuing this cycle is the life of adventurers.

Barrett didn't know if Jack was trying to gain sympathy or something else, and he didn't care too much. Because no matter what, the final decision is no longer on him.

The brute glanced at Old Will, who was still smoking his pipe, and the other few people in the nasty novel who didn't say a word, and it was clear that no one was willing to say anything about it for the time being.

"How did you get away with them?" Barrett asked. He didn't use the word 'extermination' because it was obviously something that could not be done for the gang.

"I brought a lot of oil with me before I came in, which was originally used to make a fire, after all, the forest is still too cold, and I need to make a fire every once in a while to keep warm. If you come to the Misty Forest at this time, you can't go wrong with more fire oil. Jack made a smiling face, but his face twisted even more.

Barry nodded in agreement.

"I poured out all the oil and spread the brown liquid all over the floor. When they burned, the damned spiders could only stop and scream, but they didn't dare to move forward. In fact, the flame is not as big as imagined. You know, if you're outside the forest, when the oil burns, the flames can go up violently, but not in the forest, no! We all know that this forest is very evil, and the flames don't always burn too strongly, otherwise some people will set a fire and burn the forest with all this damn mist. However, although the flames at that time were not violent, it was enough to stop those spiders. ”

Barrett nodded, this was indeed a good way to deal with frost spiders. In fact, it is easier to use fire against most creatures in the Misty Forest.

When a powerful power cannot be mastered, it is deeply feared, and it is not just the flames.

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