Soon, under the leadership of Dirk and Al, we were walking towards the west gate of Rogge. According to Dirk, it was very good. It was just a wooden fence, not even a moat. It seemed that

Rogges are really quite confident.

As the west gate approaches, the bustling crowd gradually increases. Most of these civilians are chasing some unknown animals out. These animals are also of various shapes, including pig-like, cow-like, and chicken-like.

Yes, there are also some weird ones, such as pig-cow hybrids, some with long hair, and some even look like enlarged versions of pugs...

These unknown animals are the main carnivorous species in the entire Rogge camp. The entire blood wasteland is not very suitable for planting. It can only barely grow some crops with relatively strong vitality such as wheat, while other vegetarian fruits are not suitable for planting.

Most of them are shipped from the commercial capital of the East - Lu Gaoyin, such as red fruits (fruits similar to apples), Morolo (foods similar to potatoes), etc. These things are very important to the Rogge camp.

It was a luxury item for commoners, who could only eat it a few times a year. Semolina cakes, broth, cheese and wild vegetables collected outside were their daily staple food.

These large and unknown animal groups coming out of the west gate are the main food of Rogge Camp. They are all herbivorous animals, so civilians will drag them to the periphery of Rogge Camp to eat, and some small-scale breeding

Households will return before night, while some large-scale farmers will simply sleep outside. They bring tents and food, and they will build some simple wooden stakes early and use ropes to corral a large number of poultry.

The main task of Rogue archers like Dirk and Al is to protect these civilians and poultry from sneak attacks by monsters. Summer is not bad, and the weeds grow very luxuriantly. These herdsmen only need to bring their poultry to the Rogue camp.

After wandering around for a while, you can find enough food, and the owners can only pick some wild vegetables to improve their stomachs during their free time. But winter is troublesome, a large number of plants wither, and these shepherds have to travel far away to feed the poultry.

Full, this is also a difficult time for them as patrollers, who have heavy responsibilities.

The above paragraph was explained in detail by the kind-hearted Dirk who was leading the way due to my ignorance.

The oncoming civilians looked at the four of us with awe and admiration. They whipped and pulled their poultry to make way for us. All of a sudden, there was a constant flow of sounds similar to the crowing of chickens, the barking of dogs, the howling of pigs and the bleating of sheep.

Absolutely, I have to say, this feeling of being respected by others is really cool...

Under the leadership of these two people, we quickly arrived at the foot of the west gate. At a glance, the west gate is about 10 meters wide and about 8 meters high. Although the gate is also made of wood, if you look closely, you can still vaguely see the inlays on it.

On the iron plate, 10 Rog archers stood majestically on the left and right, looking particularly solemn. Regarding this, I had to sigh that even if the world is different, both humans and Rog are still so aware of the appearance.

Why do you think your gate is so majestic? Doesn't it make the wall look even more shabby? What's the purpose of this 8-meter-high gate? It's for two barbarians and a druid transformation.

Werebears playing stack of Arhats?...

Obviously, the prestige of Lal's three Rogge camp was quite good. As soon as the ten Rogges guarding the city gate saw the three of them approaching, they immediately lowered their proud heads, their eyes full of admiring stars, and just looked at them.

The look he gave me turned into confusion.

Damn it, one day I will make your eyes shine with real stars when you look at me.

As soon as I entered the gate, I was stunned by the sight in front of me.

How do you feel when you open the door in front of you from a quiet passage and suddenly find that outside the door is the Maracana Stadium, which can accommodate 20 people, and the World Cup final is being played with a lot of people?

I don't know how to describe how I feel at this time. Perhaps from other people's perspective, I behave like a country bumpkin entering the city.

In this plain surrounded by wooden fences, countless tents are scattered as densely as sand. These tents are large and small. The small ones are similar to the tents Lal lent him along the way, but the larger ones are

Nearly a thousand square meters and taller than a five-story building, the large embroidered cloth door has people coming in and out from time to time. Some smaller tents simply spread a layer of coarse cloth at the entrance of their tents, with the products they sell on top.

The distribution of the tents is not irregular. Although it looks chaotic, and it is indeed chaotic, you can still find the threads like a spider web. Everyone consciously clears the trails. After all, who are you selling things if there are no roads around?

I will come here specially to buy it to get rich.

The essence of building the road first is perfectly explained.

Seeing these countless tents, I finally understood what Lal meant when he said that the residents of Rogge Camp are very mobile...

Dirk looked at my dumbfounded look and said with a smile, the west gate is a commercial area, which is naturally more prosperous, the other three areas are residential areas, and the central area of ​​the camp is a paradise for most job changers.

Dirk and Al parted ways with us at the entrance. After all, their mission is to patrol, so being able to send us here in person is already a very grand treatment.

The four of us were left, slowly walking along an empty and wider road. This road seemed to be a main road in the West District. The people on the road seemed particularly crowded, so based on our status, everyone on the road would take the initiative.

Make a way, not to mention the respect in your heart, even if there are people who have no good impressions of career changers like us, they don’t dare to walk around us bts. Who knows if they accidentally rub against us, their fragile bodies

Will it leave any permanent pain or something...

Therefore, both those who respect us and those who are afraid of us are very conscious of standing aside. The difference is that the ones in the front regard us as moving gods, while the ones in the back regard us as flaming demons covered with fire...

"Dear Wu, what are your current plans?" Lal turned to me and asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and said I didn't know, just take it one step at a time.

Damn it, how could I unknowingly learn the signature moves of Uncle Bad Knight?

"How about you stay at my house for a few days? I think my wife will entertain you with delicious food." Lal invited me in a very warm tone.

I didn't answer Lar and looked at Doug and Geoff first.

"We don't have any plans. Now we just want to go to the center to have a few drinks and then find a hotel to stay."

I thought about it, rejected Lar's kindness, and decided to follow Doug and Geoff. After all, Lar had been out for three months, so it was better to let him and his wife get together alone. I didn't want to be a big light bulb, and then

I heard some sounds inappropriate for children at night.

Seeing that I was resolute, Lal did not force myself. After agreeing on the time and place to meet, a fork in the road separated us.

After Lar left, Doug seemed more open-minded. His left hand was on Gefu's shoulder, and because of the height, his right hand just rested heavily on my left shoulder.

"Haha~~ After more than three months of idle life, we are going to have a good drink today."

Doug got carried away as soon as he got excited, and his broken voice instantly suppressed the noise nearby. Even I, who thought I was used to it, got a headache again.

After walking for about half an hour, there were gradually fewer and fewer tents around. There were a few sparse tents set up around the area, and there were a lot fewer pedestrians coming and going. There were more people in weird costumes, and they seemed to deliberately put them there.

The voice was kept low, and even if one spoke, one had to speak with one's ears in mind. The rustling sound added a touch of weirdness and depression to the atmosphere here.

"Because it is close to the center of the square, most of the people living here are career changers, so there are naturally fewer people."

Doug didn't take into account the surrounding atmosphere at all, and still spoke loudly at the top of his voice. This strange atmosphere seemed particularly harsh, which attracted the attention of the people around him. Gefu and I quickly staggered our positions to show our innocence.

I looked around carefully, and sure enough, as Doug said, there seemed to be more and more weird people around, and they were probably all wearing some equipment. At a glance, I knew they were job changers like us.

Why do you say they are weird? This refers to their clothes and weapons. Look at that person, with their thin figure, gloomy face, and cold expression. They are wearing a piece of cloth with unknown attributes. They probably feel that it is not cool enough, so they put it on

The cloth is dyed black, and then a black hooded ordinary (non-equipment) cloak is put on, and the entire hood is covered with a hood. It does have the flavor of a necromancer, but look at what you are holding in your hand?

A bright little hand ax can be seen at a glance as a murder and arson weapon, a must-have weapon for robbing homes and houses.

This smell of a necromancer, once paired with the ax in his hand, the charm becomes different. How to describe it? If he were my boss, I would say, Sir, look at your outfit, you have both

The elegance and coldness of the mage, and the passionate pride of the warrior, the two are perfectly integrated. Oh my god, one can tell at a glance that he is definitely a peerless expert in both magic and martial arts.

If he was my subordinate, I would let him leave without saying a word. With this appearance and the following, I would be embarrassed to go out on the street...

Okay, okay, I admit that I shouldn’t laugh at people. After all, this is not a game, and equipment is not flying everywhere. Weapons, especially mage-type weapons are hard to find. This can be easily learned from these career changers.

It shows, not to mention the undead man who just looked like a skinny butcher with a hand axe, there is also a paladin who passed by me just now. He was wearing blue leather armor. One look at his aura showed that his level was not low.

But what he was holding in his hand was still the rough wooden stick that was given free of charge when he changed jobs, one for each person.
Chapter completed!