Chapter 1534 Newcomer Brother

Looking back, I saw a group of tall and sturdy adventurers in plain clothes strolling over. The one walking at the front was the speaker. The group of friends behind him shook their heads and smiled bitterly, looking apologetic at me, as if to say

, forgive this guy, he is just a big fool.

I looked carefully at the speaker in front of me. When I saw this behemoth over three meters tall, the ground seemed to shake slightly with every step he took, and the muscles on his body were as strong as iron. I knew he was a barbarian, an ordinary human being.

No amount of mutation can produce such a monster.

This look... looks strangely familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

"Why, you don't recognize me anymore? Didn't you just meet me at the teleportation array?" Seeing the confused expression on my face, the barbarian stretched out his arm as thick as a stone pillar and pointed at himself.

When he said this, I finally remembered it.

That's right, it was the barbarian who struggled with a paladin during the teleportation formation. I remember the paladin called him...

"Tulak?"

"Tulakov, Tulakov!!!"

Seeing my sudden appearance, the proud barbarian immediately coughed a few times and corrected me in a terrifyingly loud voice.

"Look, Turak, this is a good name. Let's just take this opportunity to regain the value of life in one go and get a new life with the name Turak."

A group of friends behind him were whistling and laughing.

"When did I lose the value of life!" Tulakov turned around and shouted loudly.

Then he turned back and smiled pleasantly at me.

Classic barbarian dress, braided back and bald head, green beast tattoos on his face, a short beard connecting his chin and temples, thick eyebrows, and when he smiles, the wrinkles on his forehead seem to wrinkle

His head looks a little funny. This effect makes him look less ferocious than other barbarians, giving people a kind of honest and honest feeling.

But this is when he is smiling. Once he gets angry or enters a fighting state, he will probably be like other barbarians. His ferocious face alone can add a lot of intimidation.

"You...are the First World, the envoy sent by the Alliance?" He expressed his curiosity directly. At this time, the friends behind him also stopped laughing and stared at me with wide eyes.

"This... wasn't it confirmed in the teleportation array?" I asked with a smile.

"Indeed, Raphael has already said it himself, but I still want to confirm it personally." The barbarian Turakov sighed, and a trace of nostalgia quickly flashed in his wide eyes.

"You... how many years have you been in the third world?" Seeing their silence, I seemed to have noticed something and asked curiously.

"Hmm... In total, it's probably more than thirty years ago."

"Three...more than thirty years?!" I repeated with wide eyes and disbelief.

"Well, yes, we can be considered the older generation here in the camp. When we first came to the third world, Akara had just become the great elder, and now he is famous all over the world. At that time, Raphael also

You are still wandering around the first world and the second world, but when you go to the third world, you immediately climb over us and dominate us. As a senior, it is really sad."

Tulakov pretended to wipe his tears for a while, and it could be seen that he admired and respected Raphael from the bottom of his heart. This is similar to Kasha and Farah, who are not sure how much older than Akara, but they still have to be obedient.

As you are told, in the Dark Continent with such a long life span, age is not a capital in many cases, and ability is everything.

"But boy, you did a good job. You hooked up Raphael's granddaughter, which is a relief for us." Tulakov was like the gossip barbarians in the bar, and the conversation immediately shifted to these topics.

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"Ahem, it's just so-so. Thanks to Linya for not disagreeing." I really didn't know how to answer, so I had to cough again and again.

"Come on, brother, let's go to the bar to have a drink and have a good chat." Tulakov seemed to be in the mood, and carelessly slapped me on the shoulder. This guy was not careless and saved a lot of energy.

, if I tried my best like those unscrupulous bastards, I would probably have to fly straight out and collapse the wall in front of me before I could stop.

Despite this, he was still grinning a bit.

"Well, that's good. I have an intermediate level in the pseudo-realm. It seems that I'm doing well in the second world, Harrogas." Tulakov gave me a thumbs up.

I didn't expect that just one shot like this would test my strength. I am worthy of being an older generation of adventurers who has been here for more than thirty years, and my experience is simply ahead of me.

"Sorry, Tulakov has this kind of character, don't argue with him." Seeing this, the partner behind him quickly explained, fearing that Tulakov's rude temptation would make me unhappy.

"It doesn't matter. I've dealt with barbarians a lot and I'm used to these guys." I grinned at them.

"Let's go sit down at the bar first." Tulakov was a little impatient. When he mentioned the word "bar", his throat kept swallowing. He was a standard drunkard.

"Wait a minute, Lao Tu, I just came to the camp and I definitely want to take a walk and get familiar with the place. How can I drag him to the bar like you." The person behind him said quickly.

"Well, we can talk while walking on the road." Tulakov looked very regretful, but then he reached out to fish it out in the inventory, and there was a dozen wine barrels in his arms, and he burst out laughing.

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"That's wrong. It's better to talk and drink while walking."

I seemed to see the spirit of an old drunkard possessing this guy.

"Ignore him, that's just the way he is." Those people patted my shoulders sympathetically, as if to say, there's nothing you can do about it. Who made you so unlucky to meet this guy Tulakov when you first came here?

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"Introduce yourself, I am Assassin Daga." This uncle, who always had a gentle smile and seemed to be a wizard, turned out to be an assassin, which surprised me.

Aren't assassins just guys hiding in dark corners wiping their bayonets? When I closed my eyes and thought about it, I immediately thought of the arrogant little fox and the fujoshi writer Arius...

Sorry, I was wrong.

"And I, Master Simback."

Oh oh oh, waiter, I want a refill!

"Druid Simba."

Charge forward, Lion King!!

"Wizard, Jones."

"Necromancer, Lorosa Qili."

"Paladin, Miltdorf."

"Paladin……"

"barbarian……"

"assassin……"

"Amazon..."

The people behind me introduced them one by one, which made me feel dazzled.

Wait, how can I remember the names of more than ten people at once?

"Wait a minute, don't rush up to introduce me. Don't you see that the newcomers are already dazzled?" Tulakov, who was holding a barrel and drinking to his heart's content, stood up at this time and acted like a righteous party.

He said with a solemn look.

"It's not all your fault!" Everyone glared at him in unison. If this guy hadn't jumped out rashly, it wouldn't be like this.

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember. There will be many opportunities in the future, and you will gradually become familiar with it." A middle-aged gentle woman wearing a strange pointed mage hat comforted me with a smile.

Remember this is... the necromancer Lorosa Qili. I didn't expect to see not only the rare necromancer profession, but also such a gentle person with a smile as harmless as the aunt next door. If she didn't introduce herself,

It is absolutely impossible for others to guess her occupation.

"Hello everyone, I am Druid Wu Fan. I am new here and I don't understand anything. I will ask for more guidance from you seniors in the future." I bowed politely and bowed.

"Oh my, he is such a polite young man. I originally thought it would be more appropriate to formally meet him during the welcome party, but now it seems that saying hello in advance is not a bad thing."

The necromancer aunt happily stepped forward and reached out to touch my head. The assassin next to her coughed heavily, and she suddenly woke up and quickly stopped her hand.

"Sorry, sorry, that's so rude."

Even if you are an older adventurer, you should not rashly reach out and touch the head of another new adventurer.

"Forgive her, even though Sa Qili looks very stable, in fact, she is a person who forgets everything when she gets happy." Assassin Dajia helped to save the situation.

"It's okay, um... well... Aunt Qili just wanted to express her closeness." I shook my head with a smile.

"Qili...Aunt Qili?" The necromancer screamed and raised his head to show that he was hurt.

"Hahaha, just accept it, Sa Qili. It's kind of polite to call you aunt. At your current age, you are worthy enough to be called grandma." Tulakov burst into laughter.

At this moment, everyone took a step back in tacit agreement. My hair suddenly stood up, and I subconsciously followed suit.

Then, Sa Qili gently pushed down her pointed mage hat, probably because she didn't want others to see her expression. She didn't make any other movements. Suddenly, Tulakov held the

The wine barrel exploded.

The wine helped the fire, causing everything around it to burn. This was not the red flame that you usually see, but an almost cyan netherworld fire.

After burning for half a minute, the flames subsided. A large pit with a diameter of about four or five meters appeared on the ground. Tulakov's charred body fell inside in a large shape, his eyes rolling in circles.

lock up.

Although it didn't look like a violent explosion, Tulakov's miserable appearance seemed a bit exaggerated. It wasn't until I tried to fight myself that I realized that this was not an exaggeration at all.

Because the structure of the third world is more stable, the destructive power caused by the explosion does not seem to be very objective. However, if Sa Qili's move was placed in the first world, half of the camp would be blown up.

"Really, please calm down for a while." A group of patrol soldiers heard the sound and came over. The leader, the Roger woman, yawned and apologized with a lack of enthusiasm for work.

"I'm sorry, Mi Seya, for causing you trouble. These will be regarded as compensation and disposal fees. I would like to trouble you all again and clean up this disgusting garbage that is unusable and pollutes the environment."
To be continued...