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The two barbarians and the paladin walked side by side in the dimly lit street, and the paladin looked up at the fiery clouds and suddenly muttered.

"I remember that kid claimed to be a Master Assassin, and a lot of people laughed at him...

The barbarian glanced at each other and patted the paladin on the shoulder with a smile, "Camp double star, that kind of adult, it must be the dream of many professionals, but dreams are dreams, you still have to be realistic." ”

One of the barbarians looked like a big brother and made sense of what he said.

On the day Amber entered the camp, countless professionals offered their respects, and the deceased blue-haired paladin Kiri became known to woo Nanya.

Too many things have happened during this period, and the professional team has been in dire straits, and many people choose to give up.

Over time, the male professions' eagerness for the camp double star turned into longing and admiration.

After all, how could a mortal standing on barren ground chase the stars.

"That kind of blonde beauty, I've never been..."

The paladin frowned, shook the flask in his hand, and sighed deliberately, "It won't be long before Seniors moves out of the tree-grid street." We'll have to greet him. ”

"There is no difference between the east street and the tree grid."

The other barbarian waved his hand with a look of obvious jealousy in his eyes.

"Don't worry, we still have a chance."

Capturing the other party's jealousy, the paladin's heart sank, and he hurriedly laughed and changed his words: "My grandfather and the astrologer in Camp Rog are friends, let's put it this way." Although we have become professionals, and our level is very low and we have no combat power, there are still ways to level up. ”

Since the construction of the teleporters and outposts in the Blood Wastes and the Icy Plains, the monsters that provide experience have been divided, and there are no resources for professionals like them who have no potential.

Sooner or later, they will fall behind and may die in a monster tide.

As soon as they heard that there was another way to upgrade, the eyes of the two barbarians lit up.

Successfully changing the subject, the paladin exhaled a long sigh of relief, he didn't want to get in trouble by talking about high-level professionals behind his back, and his grandfather told him that Camp Rog had not been peaceful lately.

"Collect more monster materials, props or something... We have gained an advantage in the confrontation with demons one after another, and the angels of the high-level heaven have given us a strange magic device in the camp, as long as the monster's body or equipment is presented, there will be considerable experience points in return."

"Isn't that guy Hankas buying weapons lately, and most likely he's heard the wind, hum, treacherous druid."

The paladin pretended to discuss the matter in a profound manner, and the two barbarians on the side kept nodding their heads and listening with relish.

"It's amazing, I remember it was the time of the Evil Moon."

The face of the barbarian who looked like Big Brother changed before, as if he remembered something.

The last time the evil moon caused the Rog camp to suffer heavy losses, so the camp issued an order that professionals during the evil moon should take precautions and respond to the attack of the monster tide at any time.

The sky is getting darker, and at this point in time, many professionals are busy with defense work.

At this point, if they were to make small talk, they would have to set up defenses until late at night.

"Don't worry."

With a contemptuous expression, the paladin reached out and patted the barbarian on the shoulder, "As I said before, the outposts of the Blood Wasteland and the Icy Plains have been built, and the monsters have to go through countless outposts to attack the Rog camp. In my opinion, defense work is just a formality, and it doesn't matter if you do it or not. ”

"Save this money, even if you don't drink, you can buy a good broadsword from Lord Chasi!"

Even the paladins themselves feel that this makes perfect sense!

There are not a few professionals who have such thoughts as him, after all, it also takes a certain amount of gold to prepare defensive measures according to the standard.

Chasi, the blacksmith of the Log camp, is a barbarian from the northern tribe, if it is a barbarian who buys a broadsword from her, it can be assured, it is helpless, in the eyes of many merchants, the barbarian professional is a classic type of customer who is stupid and has a lot of money, some time ago there was a Lv14 barbarian who gambled on equipment and lost all the gold coins, as well as broadsword plating and so on.

These words clearly touched his heart, and the barbarian solemnly patted the paladin on the shoulder.

"This kind of money calculation still depends on you."

The paladin immediately had a bear hug with the barbarian, and then beckoned to another companion, "Let's have one too." ”

A slight gust of wind blew by, and there was nothing but the depressed walls.

The shade of the trees on both sides of the street seemed to be much deeper, and the cold premonition stimulated his brain, and he suddenly became much more awake.

"Uh, uh?"

The paladin's eyes widened and he turned his head in confusion, as a taciturn barbarian had suddenly disappeared.

Worried about the defensive arrangement, so secretly went back to prepare?

It's so timid.

"What is the origin of you, companion?"

The laughing paladin turned to the barbarian beside him, and he remembered another joke about the barbarian.

Poof, in the paladin's field of vision, the blue-faced barbarian's eyes widened, and without warning, a cold light cracked from his forehead.

Zra, the sour sound of the blade slicing through the bones, the slender blade slicing half of the head, and the brains and blood spurted all over the face.

Blood dripped to the ground, and the barbarian's corpse staggered and fell toward him.

“・・・”

His pupils constricted into needles, and he didn't have time to figure out the situation.

It was as if icy water had been poured over his head, and his whole body was frozen.

The feeling of electric shock stabbed madly down his spine, and with a fairly quick reaction, he reached for the short sword at his waist.

Knock knock!

The ground trembled, and the barbarian's chest burst into a blood-stained black shadow, and the violent thump erupted into his stomach, the pain tearing through his consciousness, and he flew upside down in the air, spitting out bile and rolling to the ground.

"Poof, wow."

The shrimp curled up on the ground, gurgling blood gushing out of the large hole in his stomach, and he vomited large chunks of blood, which were originally bright red in color, and then became dull.

like tainted blood.

Knock, knock, knock, the ground began to tremble again, unlike the hurried pace just now, this time the other party slowed down.

Opening his sleepy eyes, he saw a pair of hooves in the reddened vision.

The hoof stopped in front of him, and he didn't have the strength to look up, but he could feel the terrifying gaze sweeping around.

"Ahh

There was a hoarse cry, and there was a sharp sound of breaking the air in his ears.