Diablo Destruction

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 and there was not even a moat. Look. Lai Luo Ge is 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 and cow hybrids, some have long hair, and some 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 Lu'goin, the commercial capital of the East, such as red fruits (fruits similar to apples), Morolo (foods similar to potatoes), etc., these Food is a luxury item for the civilians in Rogge Camp. They rarely eat it several times a year. Semolina cakes, broth, cheese and wild vegetables collected outside are their daily staple food.

These unknown animal groups coming out from 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 come back 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 monster attacks. Summer is okay, and the weeds grow very luxuriantly. These herdsmen only need to take their poultry in Rogue. After walking around the camp for a while, you can find enough food, and the hosts can only pick some wild vegetables to improve their stomach during their free time. But winter is troublesome. A large number of plants wither. These shepherds have to travel far away to feed the poultry. This is also the time when they, as patrollers, have the heaviest responsibilities and the most difficult time.

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 fucking cool...

Under the leadership of the two, 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 top. Inlaid with iron pieces, 10 Rogge archers stood majestically on the left and right sides, looking particularly solemn. Regarding this, I have to lament that even if the world is different, both humans and Rogge have no awareness of appearance. It's still so strong. Why do you think your gate is so majestic? Doesn't this make the wall look even more shabby? What is this 8-meter-high gate used for? Give two barbarians and add a druid-turned-ursine to play stack of Arhats? …

Obviously, the prestige of the three Lal people in the Rogge camp is pretty 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, but The look he looked at me turned into confusion.

Damn it, one day I will make you look into my eyes and see real stars.

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As soon as I stepped through the door, 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 200,000 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 the perspective of others, 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 big ones are It is nearly a thousand square meters and is taller than a five-story building. The large embroidered gold cloth door has people coming in and out from time to time. Some smaller ones simply spread a layer of coarse cloth at the door of their tents, with the products they sell on it.

The distribution of the tents is not irregular. Although it looks chaotic, and it is indeed chaotic, you can still find the threads like spider webs. 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 here.

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 the business district, which is naturally more prosperous. The other three districts are all residential areas, and the camp is in the central area, which is the paradise for most career changers.

Dirk and Al said goodbye to us at the entrance. After all, their mission was to patrol, so it was a very grand treat to send us here in person.

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. Fortunately, because of our status, everyone on the road would Take the initiative to give way, without mentioning the respect in your heart. Even if someone has no good impressions of career changers like us, they would not dare to walk next to us BTs. Who knows if they accidentally rub against us, they will be vulnerable. Will the body be left with 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 in fire...

"Dear Wu, what are your plans now?" 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?

"Why don't you stay at my house for a few days first? I think my wife will entertain you with the most delicious food." Lal invited me in a very enthusiastic tone.

I didn't answer Lar, but 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 Heard some inappropriate noises at night.

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

After Lar left, Doug seemed more open-minded. He put his left hand on Gefu's shoulder, and because of the height, his right hand just hung 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, and there were a lot fewer pedestrians coming and going. There were more people in weird costumes, and they seemed to be interested. Keep your voice low, and even if you speak, you must speak into your ears. The rustling sound adds 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, which seemed particularly harsh in this weird atmosphere, attracting 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 clothing and weapons. Look at that person, with a thin figure, a gloomy face, and a cold expression. He was wearing a piece of cloth with unknown attributes. He probably didn't think it was cool enough, so he dyed the cloth black and put it on again. The previous black hooded ordinary (non-equipment) cloak, covering the entire head in the hat, does have the flavor of a necromancer, but look at it again, what is it in your hand? ? A bright little hand ax can be seen at a glance as a murder and arson weapon. It is a must-have weapon for robbing homes and houses.

This smell of the Necromancer, once paired with the ax in his hand, the flavor 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 blended together. 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, and with him following him dressed like this, 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 can be seen, not to mention the undead man who just looked like a skinny butcher with a hand ax, and the paladin who just passed by me. 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.

And the Amazon beauty standing next to the fruit stand on the right, OMG, the spear in her hand is obviously not ordinary, but she is wearing the same daily clothes as me...