Different World Online

"Can you do it, little dog?"

In the desert filled with black sand, a rough voice exploded;

Then, the guy who made the sound appeared from the rapidly blowing sand;

He had a yellow turban on his head and a thin white cape fluttering in the wind.

Surprisingly, he was only four feet tall (about 1.3 meters) and his shoulders were also four feet wide.

A lush red beard covered half of his face, all the way down to his chest, and his sexy big nose was red;

From the front, it looks like a mahjong with hands and feet.

This is a dwarf...

Judging from the color of his beard, he is still a kid under 200 years old.

As the dwarves walked, the crisp sound of armor colliding could be faintly heard, and with every step, their stout little legs sank deeply into the soft sand.

"Muradin's foot!

I hate the desert of the Zerg Battleground even more than the snow in Thorium Hall. At least the damn snow won't get into my shoes and torture my soles!"

Just as the dwarf continued to complain in a low voice, a group of people appeared in the sandstorm behind him.

Following closely behind the dwarf was a silent middle-aged man in heavy armor, carrying a kite shield;

The man had a resolute and calm face, and his stubble stood out like needles. It was obvious that he must have been an extremely handsome man when he was young.

Unfortunately, the densely packed scars on his face ruined his handsomeness. One of the horrible scars extended from his right eye all the way down to his bearded chin.

Next to the heavily armored man, there was a tightly wrapped man wearing a neat black cloth armor with various large and small pockets sewn on his clothes.

At this moment, the man in black was walking shoulder to shoulder with the man in heavy armor, whispering something.

Soon, the dwarf walking in the front knocked on his arm armor to shake out the sand inside, while muttering to the heavily armored man behind him:

"Boss, we need a real thief, a...real...wanderer who can explore the way!"

He waved his stubby arms to emphasize his words, then pointed at the man in black beside him.

"Instead of this guy!"

Facing the dwarf's short and thick carrot-like fingers, the man in black standing next to the man in heavy armor spat with disdain.

“Yes, yes, little dwarf baby, you are right.

But this is the Zerg battlefield, not the beautiful hometown of Thorium Hall where you can cry for your mother.

The sand here won’t be as gentle to your cute little toes as the snow back home.”

Hearing this, the dwarf did not get angry like his irritable fellows. Instead, he glanced at the lower body of the man in black with sarcasm and said disdainfully:

"Put away your rhetoric, you evasive shadow dancer!

Using your childish taunts on a barbarian? How ridiculous!

I wish you weren't so dodgy and misdirected when you're in bed with a chick like you are in the field."

After that, the dwarf looked at the middle-aged man in heavy armor and said:

"Boss, seriously, we need a real wanderer to explore the way, let's fire old Pete!

We already have heavily armored barbarians, heavily armored paladins, heavily armored clerics, heavily armored fighters, heavily armored warlocks;

This guy wearing 'gentle silk armor' is simply a heretic!"

Behind the dwarf, a middle-aged man in heavy armor kept walking, with no expression on his face, completely ignoring the two idiots who were bickering on a daily basis.

This is the Zerg battlefield, the enemy is the legendary third plague - endless Zerg, this is a stage only legendary strongmen are qualified to set foot on;

As for talent, he had no choice;

Of course, he didn't want to choose either.

As they were moving forward against the wind and sand, relying on their feelings;

At the back of the team, a solemn middle-aged man wearing pure white plate armor and holding an iron book with a scale engraved on it suddenly quickened his pace and walked to the side of the leader, whispering:

"Schudeman, there's movement at three o'clock!"

Upon hearing this, the captain named Shudeman immediately gave orders to the dwarf who was still muttering at the front of the team.

"Thorin, three o'clock, go and have a look!"

"okay!"

The dwarf was displeased and took the huge axe, which was almost as tall as himself, from his back with an excited look on his face, and rushed towards the three o'clock direction at a rapid pace.

Seeing this, Shudeman called out to the team members behind him, "Follow us," and then strode to catch up with the dwarf Thorin.

Passing through the thick sand, a bloody battlefield appeared in front of the dwarf walking in the front;

On the soft sand, more than a dozen disemboweled corpses were lying in a mess, blood was scattered everywhere, and the only man standing was staggering and dodging the assailant's pursuit;

Not far away on the ground, a naked woman who was cut in half was wailing and crawling with difficulty towards the distance, while her poor intestines were dragging all over the ground, covered with yellow and red sand.

With just one glance, the experienced dwarf analyzed the situation on the battlefield.

A group of unlucky people were swept by space fluctuations to the Zerg battlefield at the edge of the multiverse;

Then they were killed by the most useless lone crawler among the Zerg;

This bug has a very low status in the entire Zerg race, similar to a cockroach with huge and sharp sickle-like forelimbs, and can only be used as a porter or cannon fodder on the battlefield;

This insect is only nine feet long (about three meters), and its two huge forelimbs look like the spoons that the dwarf Thorin uses to pick out earwax.

Just when the dwarf was about to "roar against injustice", the young man attacked by the creeper suddenly caught his attention.

Every time this man, whose steps were untidy and disorderly, was pierced by the insect's forelimbs, the part of his body that was in contact with the insect's forelimbs seemed to have no substance and allowed the sharp forelimbs to pierce through it.

Not only that, the dwarf observed that every time the worm's forelimbs penetrated the man's body, the man's steps became heavier;

Apparently, the activation condition for this ability to ignore attacks should be physical strength.

Although he bickered with Old Pete, the man in black in the team, all day long, the fact that he could be so leisurely on the dangerous Zerg battlefield also showed how powerful he was.

Being strong does not only refer to combat capability; vision and experience are also the key parts of strong strength.

Seeing that the young man's steps were becoming increasingly unsteady, the dwarf Thorin took action.

Without any unnecessary movements, he wiped his hand across the waist that was as thick as a bucket, and a shiny silver-white hammer appeared on his big hand.

"Take a hammer from your dwarf grandpa!"

A low shout;

The hand hammer drew a beautiful arc and hit the insect's extremely hard forehead heavily;

"Paji!"

With a crisp sound, the insect's tiny head instantly shattered into pieces, and yellow-green liquid gushed out, penetrating the body of the young man in front of it without any hindrance, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and white smoke rose.

Seeing this, the young man was so scared that he stepped back hastily, stumbled, and fell heavily backwards.

The disgusting thing about this insect is that even without a head, it can still struggle for a long time.

The sickle-like forelimbs swung desperately, piercing through the young man's body several times.

On the other side, the dwarf Soran caught the silver-white hand hammer flying back in the air, and then he ran to the young man with his short legs. He turned sideways and stuck out his butt, and lightly flipped the huge insect over, knocking it away more than ten meters.

Then, the dwarf Thorin stretched out his rough hand to the frightened young man on the ground.

"Hey, little bro, you okay?"