foreigner's journey

Chapter 1292 Foreign War

“The chunks of lamb are stewed until they’re so tender that the phrase melt-in-your-mouth was invented for this dish.”

"The amount of chili powder sprinkled is enough to drive away the cold and fatigue of the travelers."

“And the finishing touch is the chopped onions. I love cooked onions!”

"Is your bread made from the finest wheat flour in Tristram? It's like a work of art."

"Oh! Water! Good water! Like a clean spring flowing from an iceberg!"

In the lobby on the first floor of the Slaughterhouse Inn, Boss Bron looked blankly at the young man sitting at the bar who was eating and praising the food loudly. For a moment, he doubted whether he really had such high-level cooking skills.

Leah next to her also looked down at the plate she was holding with some suspicion. It was clearly just a slightly overcooked chili mutton soup and a cup of well water with a little bit of warm water left.

Did Boss Bloom give him some extra food?
Come to think of it, he is quite a weirdo... Leah gulped down the somewhat cold mutton soup, and only then did she have the time to look at this sudden guest.

Even when eating, he still wore that strange waterproof cloak and refused to take off the hood, leaving only half of his chin exposed.

This man has reason to be proud of himself. That half of his chin is the most beautiful chin Leah has ever seen, no doubt about it.

Is this what my uncle meant by 'highlighting the characteristics'?
Clang! The spoon was thrown into the empty porcelain bowl. The young man picked up the cup and drank the warm well water in one gulp. Then he slammed the cup on the bar with a thud.

“Delicious! Delicious!”

The young man laughed out loud: "Although I don't hate rain, it's worth the trip to have a bowl of chili mutton soup in such cold weather!"

The continuous praise made Boss Bron feel a little flattered. He couldn't help but touch his shiny bald head and said, "My dear customer, you are really good at talking..."

Taking out a few coins from his pocket and slapping them on the bar, the young man lifted his hood and looked around:

"Sure enough, all the Nephalem died young."

What Nephalem... Before Leia could react to what the young man was saying, the strong visual impact made her feel dizzy.

After traveling around with her uncle for so long, the young man in front of her could be said to be the most handsome person Leah had ever seen.

If she was not very clear about her own condition, she would even think that she was being bewitched by the devil, or that the light of an angel was shining before her eyes.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Suddenly there was a rapid creaking sound from the stairs.

Mr. Nicholas's huge and burly figure walked quickly down the stairs and stared at the young man.

Then, the burly man with a white beard laughed and opened his arms: "Finally! I finally got a compatriot! Welcome to the Cow Slaughterhouse, welcome to join the mortal battle line!"

As he spoke, Nicholas walked over excitedly and tried to shake hands with the young man, but the big tattooed hand retracted as soon as it was stretched out.

Nicholas smiled awkwardly and touched the back of his head. "Sorry, sorry, I forgot the etiquette between compatriots. You can't shake hands or have any physical contact when you first meet... Sorry, I haven't seen compatriots from the same camp for a long time, and I was a little excited."

He patted his chest with a dull sound and said loudly: "My name is Nicholas, and everyone calls me 'Santa Claus'. Don't worry, although it will be a tough battle, I will not fall behind."

After the words were spoken, the scene fell into awkward silence.

Leah blinked. Was Mr. Nicholas so... talkative? She thought he was a serious old man who liked to be a riddle teller like her uncle.

And when he said compatriots, was he referring to this good-looking young man? Are they fellow countrymen from a foreign country?
The young man finally seemed to wake up and smiled slowly: "Aha! Compatriots, compatriots standing on the same front, this is really a rare thing."

He took the initiative to extend his hand: "My name is Heather, please give me your guidance."

Nicholas felt a little relieved when he saw this. It seemed that he was not a difficult person with a perverse and violent personality. He was lucky.

The two shook hands.

Boss Bron, who was standing next to them, saw that the two seemed to be from the same country, so he tactfully did not come over to disturb them. He just collected the few coins left by Heather and went back to the bar to wipe the cups.

Seeing that the two had no intention of hiding to talk or chasing them away, Leia was happy to stay by the fire to keep warm.

If in previous worlds Heather needed to avoid revealing things about outsiders to the local indigenous people, now she can't care about that anymore.

As Nicholas said, it will be a tough battle next.

In the air that Leah and Boss Bron could not see, the smoke from the stove condensed and formed into lines of text.

[Dear foreigners, welcome to the battlefield of the foreign war. 】

[This foreign war will adopt a random entry time and random camp mode. 】

[The current camps are divided into Heaven, Hell, and Earth. ]

[After entering this world, you will be randomly assigned to a faction's territory. ]

[Please find your teammates from the same camp, gather together and get ready, and lead the camp you represent to an exciting victory competition. ]

[The winning camp will receive extremely generous rewards. ]

[This reward is accumulated from the prize pool, and the amount of the reward will be gradually increased according to the number of foreigners participating in this foreign war. 】

[Current rewards: 2140 World Flames, 6 Cosmic Crystals.]

[The final prize pool will be distributed to all surviving outsiders on the winning side based on their contributions, in accordance with the principle of absolute fairness and justice.]

[After entering the second stage of the foreign war, you can spend 400 points of world flame to forcefully leave this world. ]

[After entering the second stage of the foreign war, you can spend 400 World Flame points to force a change of camp. ]

[The current stage of the foreign war - the preparation stage.]

【Please pay attention to the official start of the competition. 】

【Good luck, stranger. 】

Heather read all the content word by word with her hands on her hips, and raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Duo? Two thousand flames? Six crystals? The organizer is having a hard time?"

"really."

Nicholas touched his neatly combed white hair and was a little scared:

"This is the first time I've seen such a high reward. Could it be that a [Monster] has entered the game this time?"

"monster?"

This was Heather's first time participating in such a formal large-scale foreign war, and she seemed very excited: "This is my first time fighting a foreign war, tell me about it?"

It's over, wait for the boss to wait for a newbie. Nicholas sighed, thinking that if it doesn't work, he can only take this little brother to the second stage and then change camps. I hope he has enough flames to pay.

"Monsters are beings that are extremely strong even among outsiders."

Nicholas sat on a chair in front of the bar and took out his pipe from his pocket:

"Looking at how lively you are, you must not have encountered the 'spiral' yet, right?"

(End of this chapter)