"Wait."

Lar, who was scouting ahead, suddenly turned back. He gestured to us and the three of us immediately stopped.

"There's a camp of sinking demons up ahead. Wait here while I go check it out."

Sinking demons are common monsters in this area. Their bright red skin looks particularly funny, and their short stature makes them look like goblins - both sleazy and ugly.

This wasn't the first time we encountered such a situation. After all, sinking demons were abundant in this area. We had already come across many camps of sinking demons on our journey several days ago, as well as several times when a few hard-skinned rats suddenly emerged from small bushes with their necks shrinking before shooting needles at us with a brush sound. Yesterday afternoon we found several corpses swaying not far away - although I was extremely repulsed by these almost traumatizing corpses, the other three were happy because compared to other monsters, corpses not only gave high experience points but were also easy to deal with; even barbarians could easily dodge their slow movements as long as they weren't surrounded by them.

Lar mysteriously told me his exclusive secret: Corpses are high-rate monsters in Blood Wasteland and he got his only ring from one that burst out after killing some corpses - they didn't even drop any coins afterwards.

Since there was no assassin or Amazon suitable for reconnaissance work in our team, Lar had to do it himself since paladins were better than barbarians at least in this regard. Originally I should have stepped forward myself as a druid without assassins or Amazons; natural magic and summoning gave me more advantages than paladins did when it came to reconnaissance work but after learning that I was only level 1 and hadn't even learned how to summon crows yet, Lar kindly took over the job without asking me to die for nothing.

By the way, I still don't understand - am I really a druid? These days I have become familiar with my body and found that no matter in strength, agility or other aspects, it has improved dozens of times compared to before crossing over. Even if it was me from before, I wouldn't have had the physical strength to keep up with Lar's team for almost ten hours of marching every day.

But even so, can this crosser really master the skills in this dark world? It would be embarrassing if something went wrong later on. After accepting the reality of my crossing over, what I'm afraid of now is my ability issue.

Soon enough, Lar came back with an undisguised joy on his face: "It's a small group of sinking demons and there's an elite sinking demon mage inside."

According to my observations these past few days, Lar's small group probably consisted of 7-12 monsters. As for the sinking demon mage he mentioned - those who have played Diablo should know that he is an old man who wields ghost head staffs and plays fireballs while also transforming corpses; as for elites they are probably monsters with special attributes.

Seeing their happy faces all around made it clear that encountering elite monsters was indeed rare and precious. However, even with their strength they might not necessarily be able to kill them once encountered since this wasn't a game where you could immediately resurrect after dying and then go pick up your corpse again; without one hundred percent certainty please cherish life and stay away from elites.

And in front of them was an elite-level Abyssal Mage accompanied by a small team of Abyssals, which they were perfectly capable of dealing with. This kind of opportunity was even rarer than winning the lottery, so even Goff, who usually wore a sour face, smiled. It seems that his coolness still needs some work. He should take the time to practice it. Even if Larr said that Andaril (the first level B) was coming to kill us, we could still stand tall and strong without fear.

The four people slowly bent over and followed Larr like Chinese 007 agents. My position inside was actually quite awkward because on one hand I couldn't help much even if I caught up with them - although after observation, I did feel that with my gradually increasing strength over the past few days, if I had a mediocre weapon - even a rusty iron sword - I could easily deal with an Abyssal creature. But before understanding this world enough, there's no way I would risk myself for it. The three-sided poisonous snake encountered this morning told me that this world is definitely not exactly like Diablo; there are just some striking similarities.

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On the other hand, I had to follow them closely because who knows what kind of monsters or creatures might appear in the jungle once we leave their side? After all, even at an average level above 11 like Larr and his team members', in places where Level 1-4 monsters roam around such as Blood Red Wasteland , they wouldn't dare walk around recklessly let alone someone like me who has never killed any monster before?

I asked Larr shamelessly whether being near him would divide his experience points among us or not. His answer made me both relieved and disappointed: There's no such thing as shared experience points in this real world; you get as much experience as you earn yourself when fighting. What a pity, I even thought about getting rich and finding someone to level up with me in the future, but it turns out that was just wishful thinking.

The Abyssal camp slowly appeared before my eyes, probably 200 meters away. My eyesight had improved since coming to this world despite being slightly nearsighted from prolonged internet use before. Now I could even see a large pot hanging over the Abyssal campfire boiling liquid that occasionally bubbled up with human skulls, hand bones, foot bones, rib bones and other skeletal remains - enough to make up an entire skeleton of a person. It seems like some reckless adventurer accidentally entered their territory and got caught.If it were me a few days ago, I would have been scared to faint at the sight of this scene. But now, although I can't bear it, I seem to have become a little numb. On the road these past few days, strange postures of white bones or leftover corpses and suddenly jumping out of decaying bodies half-buried in the soil have seriously tested my visual nerves. It must be said that the power of habit is terrifying. Even in an environment like a horror movie for eating, drinking, sleeping and defecating, I found that my nerves are extremely tough now. Even if a decaying body suddenly appears in front of me at this moment, I am confident enough to knock it down with one punch and then immediately run away.

I carefully counted: one, two, three...four...there are nine sinking demons surrounding the pot dancing weirdly like African tribal people with bright white long knives in their hands which dazzle my eyesight. Poor Master Druid Wei who is supposed to be our future generation still fights barehanded!

However,it's not practical to take away their long knives from them unless they fall off accidentally; otherwise they will disappear along with the sinking demon's corpse later.

At this time,the nine small sinking monsters were dancing around seemingly tap-dancing while making strange noises beside him.The protagonist today was sitting next to them.His dark red skin looked particularly bright among all those blood-red sinking demons,and his motionless sitting posture seemed as calm as an enlightened monk.Occasionally,his open eyes flashed sharpness but soon turned into calmness.However,a hint of disdain could be seen when he watched those dancing sinking demons.It was like showing off martial arts skills before rookies.

"Wait."I whispered.Three people who were about to start fighting turned back and looked at me suspiciously.

Humph! Are you confused? This is just because of the insurmountable gap between you and me. With my sharp eyes honed by years of surfing the internet, this old sinking demon mage who looks unremarkable has an absolute strength comparable to Andariel's. It is just because of some reasons that he has to hide in this unknown place.I thought proudly that our team finally played a role.

Just as I was about to tell them the unchanging law of hiding great masters in forests and cities, the sinking demon mage far away suddenly moved.His sharp gaze shot towards our hiding place like a knife.

I was shocked inwardly.He had been bowing his head all along.How could he sense us hundreds of meters away only by sensing breath? My vision was indeed correct.Fortunately,I stopped them in time.Maybe we can still run now.

The old sinking demon mage held tightly onto his ghost-headed cane with one hand while waving lightly with the other.The majesty and style of a master made me shudder.The sinking demons who were just around the pot immediately gathered behind him into alert soldiers from scattered ruffians before.They looked at us with vigilance.It seemed that they found out we were going to attack them.I was thinking about pulling Lal and Ral away when I saw that sinking demon mage stepped aside.

"Humph! Humph!" The sinking demon mage danced around, humming strange tunes which meant nothing. He jumped around like dancing for gods or having epilepsy fits.Spinning rapidly like an electric drill,his butt twisted quickly.Standing behind him,the little sinking demons looked at their master admiringly as if devout fans met their idol showing fanaticism.

"What's wrong,Wu?"Lal asked suspiciously looking at me.

"Uh...please make sure you chop up that Sinking Demon Mage into pieces..."I said gloomily through gritted teeth.