After waking up, Barrriet's consciousness was still a little blurry, but he still remembered who he was and what had happened before, but he didn't know where the strange environment in front of him was, and he didn't know why he was here.

This was clearly not the kind of place to be, the earth was full of fissures, lava flows slowly through the fissures, and even the sky was a magma-orange-red color, obscured by a layer of rising smoke.

Could it be that I was swept up in the exploding spatial portal and then teleported here?, Barrett frowned and pondered, only finding this one possibility.

He turned his head to look around, and found his sword, the 'Tyrannical Touch,' lying on the edge of a rock not far away. Barrett tried to get up and pick up the weapon, but tried several times without success.

Only then did he realize that his left leg was bent unnaturally, apparently broken.

And this body is obviously more than that. The huge wound on the chest and abdomen cracked like a clown's smile, and the body was protected by the magic anti-leather armor, which was reasonable, but the other exposed skin had turned into pitch-black charcoal, and the little finger and ring finger of the right hand were directly missing, and the fracture was still slightly smoking, as if he had accidentally inserted himself into the slender lava flow next to him when he passed out before.

Well, at least the head isn't broken, Barrett shook his head and smiled bitterly, it's good to be alive. No, that's not accurate, because he's now undead.

Fortunately, the undead did not feel pain, and his body had reached such a point, but Barrett did not feel any discomfort except for an inexplicable tiredness and stiffness.

But this is not a way after all, without the replenishment and nourishment of negative energy, the undead will not recover themselves like the living, but Barrett does not dare to rashly transform into human form now, he is worried that if he does this, he will hang up directly in the next second.

And even if they survive, it will take months, if they want to fully recover from such an injury, it will take months, if not years.

So what should we do now? Sitting here and waiting to die is not the way to go. Should I shout loudly to see if anyone comes to save me?" Barrett opened his mouth to shout, but the word "help" stopped as soon as he said it.

Wait, what if I'm calling an enemy or a monster? It's obviously more likely, because normal people don't live in such a ghostly place.

Aside from the gambling call, Barrett actually had another option, which was to drink the emerald green bottle of 'Jorell Elixir'.

The number of the potion is not remembered, but its remarkable effect is really impressive.

After drinking the potion, Barrett will temporarily gain the troll's terrifying regenerative ability, and even if the current injury is as severe, it should take less than a day to fully recover. But the side effects of this potion are also very "remarkable", causing his appearance to change to that of a troll, which is undoubtedly quite difficult for Barrett to accept.

The barbarian knew that his appearance could only be regarded as ordinary, and he could not be called handsome at all, but it was also much stronger than a troll. And maybe there will be that kind of girl with a special hobby, or a noblewoman, who is especially infatuated with his angular and powerful appearance, but trolls are absolutely not in line with human aesthetics.

Why not change to the appearance of an elf?" Barrett thought hatefully.

But there is no way, although appearance is important, but life is more important. You can also find the little mage Krees, or the apothecary Jorill to figure out a way, if the guy doesn't hang up. But if your life is gone, you're gone.

Our barbarian adventurer finally took the emerald green Joriel potion out of the spatial ring, and after hesitating for a long time, he closed his eyes and raised his head to drink it.

After drinking, Barrett didn't feel anything special. The fracture is still fractured, the fracture is still open, and there is no sign of healing.

He thought about it for a moment, and felt that the potion that had to transform into a human form might be effective, and that the undead could not have any 'regenerative powers'.

The skill's cooldown has ended, which indicates that he has been unconscious for quite some time. In order to prevent accidents, Barrett first wrapped a bandage around his chest and abdomen, tied it tightly, and then broke the broken left leg back again.

He then lay flat on the ground and switched back to his human form.

"Ah!!!" Barrett couldn't help but grit his teeth and exclaimed, "Flower Q (that's probably what it means, anyway)!!"

The accumulated trauma and superimposed after-effects surged from all parts of his body in an instant, and the intense pain completely took over his brain. And the pain varied, tearing, burning, breaking, accompanied by unbearable itching and pain that reached the bottom of his heart, and he had to scream in a low voice.

Barritt's consciousness was completely blurred, sweat dripping from his cheeks and falling on the hot ground, where he was steamed dry in a matter of moments. The clothes inside the leather armor were also completely soaked, and it was uncomfortable to wrap around his body, but he couldn't care about it at this time.

This painful feeling seemed to last for a century before it began to slowly fade into weakness. After a long time, the pain that came like a tidal wave finally weakened to a bearable degree,

Barrett lay on the ground gasping faintly, he was completely exhausted both mentally and physically. After slowly gathering a little strength, the brute slowly raised his left hand in front of his eyes, and saw that his little finger and ring finger had been completely recovered.

The troll's regenerative ability was indeed strong, and Barrett smiled weakly.

Then he gently pressed the terrible wound in his chest and abdomen with his hand, and the pain in his heart struck again, obviously such a serious injury, even with the regenerative ability of a troll, it would take some time to recover.

Lying on the ground and looking up at the orange-red smoke-filled sky, the old question came back to Barrit's mind - where is this place?

In fact, Barrett has a faint guess in his heart about this question. The most likely place is obviously the other side of the spatial gate. But he still had some luck in his heart, hoping that the answer he guessed was wrong.

What if it's really the Nine Abyss Hell? The barbarian sighed helplessly. That's better than dead.

Anyway, let's take a look at your surroundings first. Barrett stumbled to his feet, feeling that the fracture in his left leg was no longer a problem.

He staggered towards the Tyrannical Touch, bent down to pick it up, and propped it up on the ground as a crutch, ready to find a way out.

Not far from Barrett was a huge, smoke-gushing valley that stretched out to the left and right with no end in sight. Behind him is an empty, cracked, gravel and lava earth, with no sign of inhabitation.

Just as Barrett was pondering which direction to go, he suddenly noticed three winged creatures flying out of the valley in front of him.

As soon as the creatures came out, they spotted Barrity's presence and rushed straight at him.

Damn it, it's that kind of flying devil! Barrett screamed badly, is he really going to die in this hellish place today?

At this time, he was still very weak, and it was difficult to lift even the 'Tyrannical Touch', let alone fight these flying creatures. So Barrett quickly put away his sword, spread his hands, signaled that he was not in danger, and then hoped for a miracle in his heart.

The three flying devils flew over the brute's head, looked at each other, and spoke something in a language he did not understand.

Immediately afterwards, one of the demons threw a large net at Barrett and covered it inside. The other devil struck Barrett on the head with the back end of his spear.

There was a muffled "bang", and our barbarian adventurer fainted again.

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