The convoy walked briskly on the bloody wasteland. The mood when they just set off was always full of excitement and joy.
Mo Bei borrowed a crossbow from Milor and held it in his hand like a submachine gun. He ran far ahead of the team looking for traces of the tough-skinned mice and had a great time.
Entering the depths of the Blood Wasteland again, he still felt quite nostalgic. Not long ago, after passing through the places where he had fought, he could still clearly recall the situation at that time.
When the convoy passed by a ruins, the firewood pile behind the house gradually overlapped with the place where I remembered the first battle with zombies.
This place should be not far from the place where he first appeared in this world inexplicably and woke up, but it was dark and foggy at the time, and he had no sense of direction at all, so he didn't know exactly where he was.
If you can go back, should you go back?
Such a thought suddenly flashed into his mind, but he could not come up with a clear answer. After all, it was just an untrue hypothesis.
A zombie emerged from behind the dilapidated house. Mo Bei raised his crossbow, took aim, pulled the trigger, and hit the zombie's head 50 steps away.
He laughed proudly, reloaded his crossbow, and stepped forward to check if there was any loot.
He kicked the fallen zombie away with his feet, but still found nothing. He had been shooting monsters in front of the caravan for the past three days, but he had not seen a single gold coin, and his experience had hardly increased.
After all, the monsters here were only given a few experience points each at the beginning, but now they need tens of thousands of experience points to reach level 20. Under the influence of the level gap, there is basically no loot or experience from fighting these mobs.
But Mo Bei didn't care. He had never had so much fun fighting monsters, just like when he was a child, he went out to shoot birds with a slingshot.
He remembered something that puzzled him when he was a child. Every time he didn't bring a slingshot, the sparrows would jump up and down around him. When he brought a slingshot, not even a single bird feather could be seen. It's the same thing even if you hide it in your crotch.
Over the past three days, in game terms, his crossbow proficiency has improved a lot. But if he wants to be like Milor and Granbell, who can hit a target two hundred steps away without aiming, he doesn't know how long it will take to practice. Maybe with his talent, he simply can't reach that level.
He felt that this was very unreasonable. Even though this weapon had so much accuracy against demons, why was it still so difficult to shoot those little fallen demons running around.
After hearing Mo Bei's question, Milor took out the Crescent Shield and said: "If the opponent is a blacksmith, I will definitely not be able to use the 45% blocking probability of this shield, and your actual blocking before is almost It has reached 100%. I think in addition to the influence of occupation and skills, the proficiency and usage skills of weapons and equipment are the decisive factors."
"Well... if you want to practice shooting, I... I can help you correct your movements..." Granbell mustered up the courage to create a chance to be alone with Mo Bei.
She actually wanted to run to the front of the team before, but when she saw Mo Bei running around like a shepherd dog, she kept hesitating. She couldn't just follow him and run around. What kind of atmosphere would there be?
"Hey, no, no, I just play casually, and I probably don't need it in normal battles. We are a dual-range team. Thank you!"
Mo Bei was shooting everywhere with his crossbow, just for fun, and he didn't want to trouble Granber. After decisively refusing, he went to the front of the car team.
Because there is really no danger in the Blood Wasteland, everyone traveling together at this time gathered together in twos and threes, chatting or something.
Kane and Warrive walked side by side, tasting the tobacco in their pipes. Hearing the conversation between Mo Bei and Granbell, they looked at each other and smiled.
You stupid kid, such a pretty girl wants to teach you archery step by step, why are you running so fast, thank you. . .
Granbell's teammates saw that the normally resolute captain had a look of resentment on his face, and they all felt that he must be poisoned.
"Let me tell you...Pfft!" Anata came up again, intending to once again popularize the mysterious help that the big barn can have on the emotional development of men and women. Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, she was struck by Zoe with a psychic war hammer. The palm flew out.
Although this Anata is a mage, his speech is as rough as those barbarians. As soon as he got on the road, he got mixed up with the three guys of Rael and started to let himself go. Even his druid teammate Rogers Some can't stand it.
This does not mean that a lawyer must be calm, intelligent, and well-behaved. There are actually quite a few paladins talking obscenities in the tavern in the camp. . .
But this Anata belongs to me and actually knows nothing, just a blind comparison.
He truly believed in his heart that if he fell in love with a girl in the future, good things would happen if he took her to the mysterious big barn. I don’t know if I was deceived by an uncle or aunt in which village.
I hope he won't be beaten too badly in the future.
On the seventh day after setting off, the team crossed the cape at the southern end of the Khanduras Mountains. Although it was the end of the mountains, the terrain was still relatively high, so all the mule beasts were put into harness, consisting of four The beasts of burden pull a cart together and move forward with a snorting sound.
Standing here and looking at the Twin Seas, you can see farther and more magnificently than before from the cliff outside the hidden cave.
Even Warev, who has passed by here countless times, feels like he can't get enough of it.
This scenery has different meanings to these businessmen. When they come from Lugaoyin, this is almost the end point, because there is nothing that can threaten their lives in the rest of the journey.
After months of trekking and fighting, apart from meeting and embracing the people I've longed for, there seems to be nothing happier than seeing the beautiful scenery here.
Starting from Rogge Camp, passing here is the black wasteland. The strength and density of monsters suddenly increase, and the dangerous journey truly begins.
Several teams finally entered a state of alert, heading to the front and two wings of the convoy respectively, leaving a distance of about ten feet away from the convoy to prevent a fight from affecting the convoy.
Mo Bei and the others stayed in the convoy at this time, preparing to coordinate the other three teams. In the evening, they went to the front of the convoy to replace Ramsey's mercenary team.
He walked up to Kane and asked.
"Will the monsters in the black wasteland go to the blood wasteland? Wouldn't it be dangerous for the novice team to encounter them?"
"Oh, this has never happened. The monsters here instinctively don't want to stay away from Andariel who occupies the monastery. After all, their strength depends on Andariel's control over this area."
"The hierarchy in hell is extremely strict. The weaker demons dare not enter the territory of the powerful demons, and the powerful demons will surround those demon kings closely and will not leave easily. The same is true for their projections in this world .”
This Mo Bei knows very well that there are always elite monsters near those BOSS-level monsters, which adds a lot of difficulty to killing the BOSS.
After going deep into the black wasteland, the team frequently encountered monsters, and the speed of the convoy was also affected. But based on the level of the job changers present, as long as a particularly large group of monsters didn't appear, it was basically difficult to rush to the vicinity of the convoy.
At night, the coachmen formed a circle around the carts end to end, leaving only one opening, and then drove all the mule beasts in. The four teams were divided into two shifts to take turns keeping watch.
It started to rain lightly in the second half of the night. Mo Bei, who had just been replaced and was resting on the cart, cursed secretly, opened a large homemade umbrella, and inserted it next to Milor and Perona.
He made this a few days before leaving when he saw that it was the rainy season. Since the leather was relatively heavy, the umbrella could not be made very large, otherwise the ribs would have to be much thicker, making it look very bulky.
The umbrella cover just covered the two girls, so he could only put on his poncho and continue to rest on the cart.
The coachmen are ordinary people, and such a rainy night is still very uncomfortable for them. Their physical strength is also limited, so they can only wrap themselves in leather cloaks, hide in the cart and continue to sleep.
But they are all used to it. If they run for a few more years, they can buy a small shop in Lugaoyin City, do some small business, or hire a few long-term workers to grow a field of flax or dates outside the city, and spend the rest of their lives there. There is no need to sleep in the open air like this.
However, thinking about Lu Gaoyin's getting worse and worse situation, they felt a little anxious and uneasy about what the future would be like. If Lu Gaoyin falls, the goal he has worked for for so many years will come to nothing.
Mo Bei looked at the cowering figures under the car and felt that running a business was no easier for them than it was for him. Although they didn't have to fight, the various bad weather conditions on the trade route and the long distance were already difficult enough.
At dawn, Warev shuddered, woke up the coachmen, and began to hitch the coach in the rain.
But when he saw the big umbrella made by Mo Bei, he couldn't help but admire it.
"Did you make this thing? It's so exquisite! If you make more of this kind of thing and sell it to Kurast, it will definitely be very popular!"
"Can I make a lot of money?" Mo Bei was a little excited when he heard this. He thought that he could make some money from the past world. Maybe he could buy a big house in Lugaoyin or Kurast!
His layout has never been too big, and he feels that he is content to live in a larger house.
"If you have a lot of money... it may not be easy. Even if the residents of Kurast Seaport have it, without the cost and various expenses, it may not be faster than you can get gold coins through experience... After all, the population is too small. In In this era, doing business is not a good choice." Warev sighed.
"Then you are still running business?" Mo Bei asked half-jokingly.
"Because I can only do this, and I'm not as skillful as you to make such a thing." Warev laughed and continued.
"Although the business road is difficult, I am still very
