The bursts of warmth that came through my body made me stretch out comfortably, gripping the quilt tightly, and wrapping myself tightly. I didn't want to wake up from this heavenly warmth and comfort, but I heard something.

The croaking voice next to me forced me to open my sleepy eyes. What I saw was pitch black, with a dim firelight shining through a gap. Is this heaven? Or am I back home?

Everything just now was a dream, a very realistic dream? I was pleasantly surprised, and I sat up suddenly, only to find that a thick layer of something was covering my body. The warm feeling just now was probably due to it.

I touched it with my hand. Judging from the touch, it should be a quilt made of animal fur or something like that. I’m not sure whether it’s real leather or artificial leather. I looked at it in the faint light of the fire.

around,

First of all, the place where I lay was also covered with a layer of fur. It was precisely because of the comfortable and soft fur on the top and bottom that I slept so well.

Secondly, the place I am staying in is very narrow. Judging from its shape, it should be something like a tent.

When I carefully observed the surrounding environment, the gap through which the firelight came was suddenly widened, and a figure came in from inside, almost blocking the entire gap. Because there was no light behind me,

I didn't see clearly what this figure looked like, but judging from his huge body, he was at least much taller than me. It looked like he was at least 2.5 meters tall.

God, it would be a waste for such a person not to go to the NBA.

"Young man, you finally woke up, hahaha, that's great."

A loud, strong, and heroic voice suddenly rang in my ears, making my ears buzz.

However, when I heard his voice, I was relieved for the time being. At least he could speak, and I could understand him, and he didn't sound like a bad person from the sound of his voice.

"Doug, I told you not to yell at the top of your lungs. You see, the young man inside must be frightened by you." Another calm but slightly sneering voice came from behind the giant."

Doug, probably the name of the giant in front of me.

"Fart, Lar, when did my voice scare people?" Doug roared loudly, which sounded like thunder in my ears. I covered my ears in pain. God bless me, I hope my ears can still be used in the future.

In the dark night, four people gathered around a small fire. The wet wood thrown into the fire made a crackling sound. The four long and drawn sounds spread until they were far away.

Sitting on the left and right sides of me, the one on the left is Doug, a bald giant and tenor. His hair and beard have been shaved, and his whole head is bald and hairless. He has tattoos on his face. He can't tell his exact age. He is probably middle-aged.

He looks about 25-40 years old. The other one on the right is the middle-aged uncle named Lal whom Doug just mentioned. He has an inch beard and short hair, and is wearing a decent leather armor. Even on such a deserted grassland, he looks very handsome.

Neat and tidy, if he doesn't speak, his whole person will exude a calm and thick atmosphere, but once he speaks, you will find that he is actually a quite humorous uncle.

Finally, the person sitting opposite me was also a giant, his name was Geoff, he was only a little shorter than Doug, and his whole head was also smooth and shiny. If it weren’t for the different tattoos on his face, I would have thought they were the same person.

It's printed in the template.

My ears were still buzzing, but I could already hear the sound. I pulled my ears to try to make my ears, which were still suffering from tinnitus, feel better.

Ignoring Lar's joking look across from him: It seems to say, look, this is the voice you said has never scared people? Doug looked at me with an apologetic look, and he also knew the power of his broken voice.

It's not that small, I just didn't expect that my little one's endurance would be so weak.

I smiled nonchalantly. My life was saved by them, so how could I care about such a trivial matter with him?

The top priority is to quickly understand where I am from. Although I know that I may have traveled through time, when I saw the three of them dressed in completely different styles from my own world, I found that it was still difficult for me to accept this reality. I did not

He is not as strong as he imagined. In this strange world, strange faces, and strange environment, there is always a sense of isolation that envelopes his heart.

"My name is Doug, the future barbarian hero." After a period of silence, Doug, who couldn't stop talking, finally couldn't help but speak. He slapped his chest muscles so hard that he lowered his voice so as not to irritate my ears.

The voice said.

"Paladin Lar, nice to meet you." The uncle who had just laughed at Doug looked very solemn when he spoke of his identity, with unconcealable pride in his tone.

"My name is Gefu, and I am also a brave barbarian warrior." Gefu on the other side said angrily.

"My name is Wu Fan."

Paladin? Barbarian? I suppressed the turbulent surprise in my heart and pretended to be calm.

Wu Fan? The other three looked at each other, as if they understood something, and smiled in perfect agreement.

The big man Doug had a straight character. He first patted me on the shoulder, with a force that he thought was gentle but almost knocked me to the ground to chew on the mud.

"Little one, from the look of you, you should be a Druid. You have just been promoted to the rank. You are very brave. You actually ran alone into the depths of the wasteland."

"Haha, I thought there would be no problem, but I didn't expect that I got lost without knowing it."

Druid? I was patiently anxious and panicked, scratched my head on purpose, avoided answering his question directly, and said pretending to be embarrassed.

"Haha, it turns out that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they have the same demeanor as I did back then." Doug continued to pat his shoulder with his big fan-like hand.

"Ha...ha..." I managed to hold myself steady as I almost fell into the fire, and said with a forced smile.

"You're too weak. This won't work. You have to eat more meat." Seeing my body shaking like a boat in the stormy waves, Doug didn't know where to get it from.

A large piece of dried meat was stuffed into my hand, and then I took out a piece and chewed it.

I took the dried meat and found that it weighed at least 4 or 5 pounds, which showed that Doug's appetite was extraordinary.

"Doug, what you said is not kind. You are an 11th level barbarian. Even a 30th level druid is not necessarily stronger than you. It seems that the young man is only level 5, but you are so shameless to talk to him.

Comparing strength, tsk tsk..."

Opposite Doug, the kind-hearted Uncle Lal couldn't stand it anymore. He raised his head and looked at Doug with contempt. Then he said

"If you have the ability, compare your mental strength with the young man."

Lal looked at Doug with a joking look, as if he had hit a fatal target. Doug lowered his head dejectedly and ate the meat without saying a word. Even without looking at his expression, you could tell that it was quite serious at this time.

Depressing.

"Wu Fan, don't pay attention to this stupid cow like Doug. Everyone has his or her own strengths. Although Druid is a bit average in every aspect, it is also one of the powerful professions." Uncle Lal encouraged me with a gentle voice.

My heart felt warm.

"By the way, Uncle Lal, where are you going now?" I looked at the opportunity and quickly put down my hand and gnawed a small piece of meat. No matter how hungry I was, I couldn't eat well even if I was holding back a lot of questions.

.

"Oh, don't you know? We are on our way back to Rogge's camp!"

Lar looked at me with a puzzled look, which made my heart skip a beat. Then he suddenly thought of something and said with enlightenment.

"Oh, look, I forgot that you are lost. It's natural that you can't tell the way."

Lar's reaction made me wary. It seemed that words should not be spoken nonsense. If I hadn't told him that I was lost, I'm afraid he would have doubted me.

Wait, what did he say, Rogge camp?? There was a huge wave in my heart, and I couldn't even hold the piece of meat in my hand, and it fell to the ground with a snap.

Paladins, barbarians, druids, Rogge camp, my God, I finally know where I have traveled to. This is clearly a dark world.

"Wu Fan, what's wrong with you?" Lal looked at my unabashed stunned look and asked, patting me on the shoulder.

"Oh, oh...it's nothing." I was awakened by Lar's moderate strength. In a hurry, in order to cover up my surprise, I quickly picked up the pieces of meat on the ground, ignoring the mud on them, and lowered my head to gnaw.

.Hiding his horrified and twisted face into his chest.

Seeing me picking up the pieces of meat on the ground and eating them, which was originally an action to hide myself, Lal nodded with great appreciation: I didn’t waste any food. Although my actions were too reckless, I ran into the depths of the bloody wilderness alone.

However, he still seems to have the qualifications to become a brave warrior.

"Ahem..." I ate the dried meat too much, and the dry taste made me choke.

Suddenly a kettle was stretched out in front of me. I didn't care who it belonged to, so I grabbed it quickly and drank a big gulp before my throat felt better. Looking up, Doug and Lar were looking at me with funny faces.

, and the one who handed over the kettle was the taciturn Gefu.

"On the outside, Goff doesn't look like a barbarian. He is always cold, but his fiery heart is undoubtedly the style of a barbarian."

Lal explained with a smile, and Gefu grinned sheepishly, showing a smile that was uglier than crying. It seemed that he was really not good at expressing himself.

It didn't take long for Lal and the three of them to allocate time for the vigil, and I was pushed into the tent by them on the grounds that the system was weak.

In the next few days of travel, I got to know the three of them much better.

Doug, a level 11 barbarian, has a bold personality and has the usual hot-blooded and reckless style of a barbarian.

Gefu, a level 11 barbarian, seems to be related to Doug. He is taciturn and has a calmness that is very different from the barbarians.

Lal is a level 12 paladin. He is calm and wise, but his mouth is completely unlike the style of a paladin. He is completely merciless in mocking Doug. He is the leader of this small group of three people.

The three of them went deep into the bloody wasteland this time. It is said that Lal said that they wanted to try their luck and see if they could break out some equipment with fire resistance. They had already embarked on the task of killing the countess. If there was no fire resistance,

The armor was simply unable to cope with the Countess' sea of ​​flames.

But it's a pity that after fighting all the way from the Black Wasteland back to the Blood Wasteland, they couldn't find any suitable equipment. The three of them were helplessly preparing to go home and go back to Rogge Camp to repair themselves - they had been out for three full days.
Chapter completed!