"etc."

Lal, who was exploring the way ahead, suddenly turned back and gestured to us, and the three of us stopped immediately.

"There is a Sinking Demon's camp ahead. Wait a minute while I go to investigate."

The Sinking Demon is a common monster in this land. Its fiery red skin looks particularly funny, and its short stature is as wretched and ugly as a goblin.

This is not the first time we have encountered this situation. After all, Sinking Demons are the most common monsters here. We have encountered many Sinking Demon camps on the road in the past few days, and several times a few Sinking Demons suddenly emerged from the bushes.

The tough-skinned rats shrunk their necks, brushed and shot at us with a few stings. Yesterday at noon, we found a few carrion corpses wandering not far away in front of us - although I am extremely concerned about this kind of carrion that almost cast a shadow on me.

Rejected, but the other three looked happy. Compared with other monsters, the rotten corpses not only have higher experience, but are also easier to deal with. Even barbarians can easily avoid them with their slow movements. As long as they are not surrounded, they

It is simply synonymous with experience.

With a mysterious look on his face, Lal told me what was said to be his exclusive secret: the wight is a monster with a high explosive rate in the bloody wasteland, and the only ring on his body came from the wight - Guan

In the end, when they killed these carrion corpses, they didn't even drop a single coin.

Because there are no assassins or Amazons suitable for reconnaissance work in the team, Lal, who is a paladin, has to do the investigation. At least paladin is better than barbarian in this aspect. As a druid, I should step forward when I don't have assassins and Amazons.

It turns out that the druid has more advantages than the paladin in terms of natural magic and summoning reconnaissance. However, after learning that I was only level 1 and had not even learned how to summon a crow, Lal took over the job very considerately.

He didn't ask me to die.

By the way, I still don’t understand, am I really a Druid? In the past few days, I have become familiar with my body, and found that both my strength and agility have improved dozens of times compared to before I traveled.

He simply didn't have the physical strength to keep up with the rapid march of Lal and the others for almost ten hours a day.

But even so, can I, a time traveler, really master the skills in this dark world? Don’t make any mistakes then. I think I should ask Lal and the others for advice after the battle is over.

After accepting the reality of my time travel, I now find that what I fear is my ability.

After a while, Lar came back, with a face that could not hide his happiness: "It's a small group of fallen demons, including an elite-level fallen magician."

According to my observations in the past few days, the small group Lal mentioned is about 7-12. As for the Sunken Magician, I believe those who have played Diablo will know that it is just holding a ghost head staff, playing with fireballs, and having fun.

The little old man who transformed into a zombie, and the elites probably refer to those monsters with special attributes.

Looking at the happy faces on their faces, it seems that elite monsters are indeed rare to encounter, and with their strength, even if they encounter them, they may not be able to kill them. This is not a game after all, but they can be resurrected immediately if they die.

There is no such thing as a good thing like patting your butt and running to pick up corpses. I am not 100% sure. It is better to cherish your life and stay away from the elite.

The elite-level sunken magician and a small team of sunken demons in front of them are just the kind of people they can handle. This kind of good thing is smaller than the chance of winning the lottery, so even if he is always close to the stinky-faced Gefu,

He also smiled brightly. It seems that he still hasn't mastered the art of pretending to be cool. He just needs time to train him properly. Look at us, even if Lal said that Andariel (level 1 b) was coming to kill us, we would still do it.

My legs are not weak and my waist is not bent. Well, I probably fainted from the shock...

The four of them slowly bent over and followed the leader Lal like a domestic 007. My position inside was actually quite embarrassing. On the one hand, even if I followed, I couldn't help much - although after observation, I

I do feel that with my gradually increasing strength in the past few days, if I have a so-so weapon - even a rusty iron sword, I can easily defeat a Sinking Demon, but I don't know enough about this world before.

, I will never risk my life. The triangular viper I met this morning told me that this is definitely not the same world as Diablo, but it is surprisingly similar in some aspects.

On the other hand, I had to follow them closely. God knows if there would be a lot of monsters, monsters, pets, obscene things, etc. popping up in the jungle if I left them.

After all, even if Lal and the others have an average level of over 11, they would not dare to walk sideways in a place like the Bloody Wasteland where level 1-4 monsters are infested, let alone a little kid like me who has never killed a monster before?

I shamelessly asked Lal if I would share their experience if I were near them. Lal's answer made me feel reassured but also a little disappointed. There really is no such thing as mixed experience in this real world.

It's such a beautiful thing to be taught by a master. The more you fight, the more experience you will get. Oh, it's a pity. I once thought that when I got rich in the future, I would find a master to gain experience, but I drooled all night in vain for this.

Yes, cut it!

The Sinking Demon's camp slowly appeared in front of me, about 200 meters away. My eyes, which used to be slightly myopic due to long-term use of the Internet, have become better and better since I came to this world. Now I can even see

When we arrived at the Sinking Devil's camp, there was a large cauldron. From the boiling liquid in it, a gloomy human skull, hand bones, foot bones, ribs and ribs emerged from time to time. In short, it was more than enough to put together a complete human skeleton.

It seems that another daredevil accidentally broke into their sphere of influence and was caught and tortured.

If it were me a few days ago, I would probably faint from fear when I saw this scene, but now, although I can't bear it, I seem to be a little numb. On the road these days, several people with weird postures appear from time to time.

White bones, leftover corpses, and rotting corpses that suddenly jumped out of the ground, all severely tempered my visual nerves. I have to say that the power of human habit is terrifying, eating, drinking, sleeping

When we were in an environment like a horror movie, I found that my nerves were already extremely tough. Even if a rotting corpse suddenly appeared in front of me at this moment, I would still have the confidence to punch it to the ground, um, and then run away immediately.

One, two, three, four... I counted carefully, and there were 9 fallen demons. At this time, they were dancing weird dances like African natives around the pot. The long white knives in their hands were so dazzling.

I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva - it's pitiful that our generation of future druid masters are still bare-handed!

However, it is not practical to seize the long knives from their hands - unless they are exposed, they will disappear together with the bodies of the fallen demons after a while.

At this time, the nine fallen monsters were doing something that looked like tap dancing while making strange noises. Sitting next to them was today's protagonist. The dark red skinned and blood-red fallen monster looked particularly bright.

, and that motionless sitting posture, as calm and demeanor as a Taoist monk, the eyes that occasionally opened flashed a bright light, and then turned into Gujing Bubo, just looking at the dancing fallen demons with a

There was a trace of disdain, as if a group of rookies were showing off their martial arts skills in front of peerless masters.

"Wait a minute." I shouted in a low voice. The three people who were about to take action turned back and looked at me with puzzled faces.

Humph, are you confused? This is the insurmountable and absolute gap between you and me. With my sharp eyes, which have been on the Internet for many years, this old fallen magician with an unattractive appearance definitely has something worth mentioning.

The strength of Biandalil is just that, for some reason, it has to be hidden in such an unknown place. I feel proud to think that my team has finally played a role.

Just when I was about to tell them the unchanging law of the master Xiao Yin in the forest and the big hidden in the city, the Sunken Magician in the distance suddenly made a move. I saw it raised its head and shot a sharp eye knife straight towards our hiding place.

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I was shocked inside. It had obviously been lowering its head just now. Could it be that it had detected us hundreds of meters away just by using its breath sensor? My vision was indeed right. Fortunately, I stopped it in time and it might be too late to run away.

I saw the old fallen magician, holding the ghost-headed staff tightly in his right hand, and waving it lightly with his left hand. The demeanor of a strong man and the demeanor of a master made me feel frightened. The fallen magician who was just around the pot immediately quickly

They gathered behind him and put on a vigilant look. He changed from the casual gangster just now to a battle-hardened soldier in an instant.

Sure enough, they found us. It looked like they were about to charge. I was shocked. I was about to pull Lal and the three of them to run away. At this time, I saw the fallen magician standing aside.

"Hum hum ha hey, hum hum ha hey..."

The fallen magician danced around, humming a strange emphasis with unknown meaning, and stepped on the seven stars, as if dancing a great god's dance, or like a sheep going crazy. He jumped around the cauldron, his buttocks moving as fast as a fully charged drill.

The little fallen devil twisting and standing behind him looked at the mage with admiration, as if a devout fan had met his idol with enthusiasm.

"Humph haha, humhem haha..." The mage's tune echoed in the wilderness and slowly reached our ears with the wind.

"What's wrong, Wu?" Lal asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Chapter completed!