The morning sun lazily rose up, and the thin mist left over from midnight instantly dissipated like a saintess who had just been conquered by the protagonist and hadn't even had time to moan before turning into tears.

"You see..."

Pointing at a dark shadow in the distance, Lal proudly said, "That's our destination, the main base of operations for humans on the Dark Continent - Rogue Camp."

I looked towards that dark mass in the distance. My goodness, we still had half a day's journey ahead of us. It was so far away yet we could already make out its outline. Its enormity was unimaginable; it could accommodate hundreds of thousands of people inside. Was this really just a camp? It would be more accurate to call it a castle.

"Oh right, I forgot you're also from Rogue Camp! Haha~"

Lal seemed to have only just realized his mistake and laughed heartily.

It was like when someone pointed desperately at their hometown despite knowing full well that it was also your hometown: "Look there! That's my hometown! Isn't it bustling and magnificent enough?" This feeling came from pride in belonging somewhere.

"You'll be able to see your family soon. You've been out for over a month now (I lied and said I'd been out for over half a month when I met them). Your family must miss you very much."

"I don't have any family," I said gloomily as memories of my true home in another world flooded back.

"I'm sorry Wu, please accept my sincere apology," Lal apologized with guilt written all over his face. In these troubled times there were too many orphans and widows.

As the sun rose above our heads, I finally saw the edge of Rogue Camp. Two people wearing leather jackets with longbows appeared before us. With just one glance I knew they were Rogues - whether from playing games or from Lal's description, these two fit the standard Rogue template: medium height, slender and graceful figures, handsome looks, and unique clothing. They were holding their only weapon of choice - longbows. Upon closer inspection, if it weren't for their ears being different from those of normal humans, they would look almost identical to the legendary Elven race.

"Great barbarian Lord Doug and Lord Guff, as well as Holy Knight Lal - welcome back! And who might this esteemed person be...?"

The two looked at me with confusion. Although there were hundreds of thousands of people in Rogue Camp, there were only a few thousand Transcenders. They knew them like the back of their hands so an unfamiliar face could only belong to a Transcender.

"Jin Deluyi, Wu Fan," Larr shrugged and said.

"I am honored to meet you, esteemed Deluyi and Mr. Wu Fan. Please allow me, Aiel (my Dek), to express my profound respect to you." The two of them placed their right hands on their chests, bowed deeply, and spoke in unison. Transferring from a Jin position is a big deal as it represents an increase in the strength of the entire Log Camp. Therefore they appeared so happy and respectful.

Although I had already learned from Larr that my identity as Deluyi was noble, when I received such respect for the first time, as someone who has always lived in a world where everyone is equal, I still felt somewhat at a loss.

"Okay okay don't scare the young man."

Larr patted my shoulder and casually addressed the two Logs.

"Have there been any special situations these past few months?"

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Larr asked casually along the way.

"There haven't been any particular situations; last month a large group of sinking demons accidentally wandered nearby but were discovered in time without causing any casualties."

Dek replied. Their job was to patrol around the perimeter of Log Camp; there were several thousand teams like theirs divided into three shifts day and night guarding Log Camp entirely. If they encountered lone sinking demons or zombies or other monsters working together with several Logs could handle it easily; if they encountered large groups of monsters then they would wisely choose to avoid them immediately report back on their situation. With thousands of transferred positions and tens of thousands of Log archers at Log Camp even if several large groups attacked it would be easy for them to handle it all.

Soon enough the entire framework of Log Camp became clearer before my eyes.

This is Log Camp? I stared blankly at that fence not because it was magnificent but because...it was too simple! As one main building used for repelling enemies, the city walls were actually made up of countless wooden poles of similar sizes and heights, not more than five meters high. Although it looked like the stakes were driven in very firmly and wouldn't be blown down by a gust of wind, the entire fence was almost impenetrable. The tips at the top of the fence were also sharpened as if they were very sharp.

However no matter how you look at it compared to those stone walls there is still a serious lack of security.

"Seeing this wooden fence do you feel that it doesn't seem like something that should belong to hundreds of thousands?"

Larr seemed to have noticed my doubts and smiled as he spoke.

I nodded my head.

"In fact I felt that way too initially but later on I couldn't help myself so I went to ask Mother Akara."

Akara, blind Mother Akara who believed in Great Eye? I thought inwardly; her position in Log Camp must be quite high then.

What did Mother Akara say? My curiosity could not be contained any longer so I asked immediately.

Larr smiled and immersed himself in memories from his past for a moment before continuing: "One reason for using only simple wooden fences is because people at Log Camp are highly mobile so we often need to expand our fences."

At this point Larr seemed like an experienced military man with an air about him as if he was pointing out mountains and rivers but Doug next to me immediately told me that he was just repeating what Mother Akara had said word for word.

After glaring fiercely at Doug Larr continued speaking.

Secondly, the Rogue Camp was established in the relatively small Blood Wasteland of the entire Diablo continent to prevent invasion from Hell's forces. Therefore, for safety reasons, the monsters here generally have low intelligence and there is no need to worry about organized attacks. The wooden fence is enough."

"What if Andariel personally leads a large army to attack?"

"Hehe, good question. You can think of Andariel, which shows that you have a sense of overall situation. But this question is also stupid." Laars disregarded my face.

"With the distance between the ancient tomb and our Rogue campsite, as long as we discover it in time and create various traps halfway through and launch surprise attacks, whether Andariel's army can safely reach Rogue campsite or not is a problem. To be honest, I welcome its attack very much because it represents countless experiences."

Laars cruelly licked his lips with a bloodthirsty look.

"Andariel's advantage lies in group battles and its lair is narrow and can only accommodate several job changers fighting against it inside. If it dares to come out, I guarantee that nothing will be left after being killed."

"Why has such a weak Andariel survived until now? Hasn't anyone killed it?"

As soon as my words came out, I felt uneasy. Not only did Laars' three people but even the Rogue archers who led us looked at me in amazement like they had encountered an alien...

This awkward atmosphere lasted for quite some time before Laars shook his head.

"I really don't know where you came from without even knowing this basic common sense."

"Forget it; let me tell you instead of your damn master: if we want to advance further as job changers, we must go to Lu Gao Yin where powerful enemies are waiting for us."

Laars touched his hedgehog-like beard and continued.

"And only by killing Andariel can we qualify to go to Lu Gao Yin. Therefore, Andariel is not impossible to kill. On the contrary, it has died countless times, but it just repeats after being killed."

"If it keeps repeating after being killed, how can we fight this long war with Hell? Won't we never win?" I asked in shock.

Laars seemed to have given up on me and covered his forehead: "Uh~, dear Wu, this question is a bit complicated. You'd better ask Sister Akara when you have time. She likes talking too much. Oh my head! Damn your damn master! Don't let me meet him..."

Fortunately, Laars attributed all my ignorance to the non-existent master.