Diablo Destruction

The bursts of warmth that came through my body made me stretch out comfortably. I tightened my grip on the quilt and wrapped myself more tightly. I didn't want to wake up from this heavenly warmth and comfort, but there was a sound. The harsh voice in my ears forced me to open my sleepy eyes. What I saw was pitch black, with a dim firelight shining through a gap. Is this paradise? Or have you returned home? Everything just happened 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. Following the faint firelight, I saw Look 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 in is very narrow. Judging from its shape, it should be something like a tent.

Just as I was carefully observing 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 the light was 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, and it looked like he was at least 2.5 meters tall.

God, it would be a waste for a guy like this not to go to the NBA.

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

A loud, thick, 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 guy 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 mocking voice came from behind the giant. "

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

"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. .

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In the dark night, four people gathered around a small fire. The wet wood thrown into the fire made a crackling sound. Four long, drawn sounds spread into the distance before becoming blurry.

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. His exact age cannot be seen. He is probably Appears to be between 25-40 years old. The other person on the right is the middle-aged uncle named Lal whom Doug just mentioned. He has a one-inch beard and short hair. He is wearing a decent leather armor and looks very neat and clean even on such a deserted grassland. If he doesn't speak, the whole person will He exudes a calm and solid aura, but once he opens his mouth, you will find that he is actually a quite humorous uncle.

Finally, the person sitting opposite me is also a giant, his name is Geoff, he is only a little shorter than Doug, and his whole head is also smooth and shiny. If it were not for the different tattoos on his face, I would really think that they are the same. It's printed from a template.

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

Ignoring the joking look from Lal opposite: It seems to be saying, look, is this the sound you said has never scared people? Doug looked at me with apologetic eyes. He also knew that his broken voice was really powerful, but he just didn't expect that my little one's ability to bear it was 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 understand where I am from as soon as possible. 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. He is not as strong as he imagined. In this strange world, with strange faces and strange environment, there is always a sense of isolation that hangs over 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 and tried not to irritate my ears. said the voice.

"Paladin Lar, nice to meet you." The uncle who 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 people 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 down to the ground and chewed the mud.

"Little one, from the look of you, you should be a druid. You have just been promoted to the rank not long ago. 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, and deliberately scratched my head, avoiding answering his question directly, and pretending to be embarrassed.

"Haha, it turns out that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. 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 back from falling headlong into the fire, and said with a forced smile.

"You have too little strength. This won't work. You have to eat more meat." Seeing my body shaking like a boat in the stormy waves under his huge palm, Doug didn't know where to get it. He took out a large piece of dried meat and stuffed it into my hand, and then he also 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 a level 11 barbarian. Even a level 30 druid may not be stronger than you. The young man looks like he is only level 5 at most, 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 glanced at Doug with contempt. Then he said

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

Lar looked at Doug with joking eyes, as if he had hit a fatal point. 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 a while. Depressing.

"Wu Fan, don't pay attention to this stupid cow like Doug. Everyone has his own strengths. Although Druid is a bit average in every aspect, it is also one of the most powerful professions." Uncle Lal encouraged me with a gentle voice. , makes my heart 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, it wouldn't be good to hold back a lot of questions. .

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

Lal gave me a quizzical look, which made my heart skip a beat. Then he remembered something and said suddenly.

"Oh, look, I forgot that you were 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 carelessly. If I hadn't told him that I was lost, he might have doubted me.

Wait, what did he say, Camp Rog? ? 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 me with an undisguised look of stunned expression. He asked, patting my 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. . He buried his horrified and twisted face in 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: Without wasting any food, although the action was too reckless, he ran into the depths of the bloody wilderness alone. However, it seems that he still has the qualifications to become a brave warrior.

"Ahem..." I ate the dried meat so hard that the already 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 of it before my throat relaxed. Looking up, Doug and Lar were looking at him with funny faces, and the one who handed over the kettle was the taciturn Gefu.

"Geff doesn't look like a barbarian on the surface, 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.

Over the next few days, I got to know the three of them better.

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

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, 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. It's been many months.