Players do not need to sleep in the game. For them, the change of day and night is just a change of environmental state. Although it was one or two o'clock in the morning, the two of them were not sleepy at all. The two of them walked along the road to the front of Delbon City.
Only when you get closer can you realize how big Delbon City is.
The city wall made of large rocks stretches across the center of the field of vision, and there seems to be no end in sight.
There is a torch burning every ten meters on the city wall. Although the brightness is not as bright as Roland's light ball technique, it can be stretched from left to right, like a fire dragon that reaches east and west, and it can also give people a shocking feeling.
There was a group of soldiers waiting on the city wall, and most of their eyes fell on Roland and Beta.
At the end of the road was the city gate. Many people lit bonfires on both sides of the road. They were divided into several small groups and were on guard against each other. No one spoke, only the occasional whisper.
The arrival of Roland and Beta attracted everyone's attention. After all, they were surrounded by four magic light balls, which were as bright as the searchlights of a stadium in modern society. Their style of painting was obviously different from theirs. As the two of them got closer, the light near the city gate was as bright as day, and they even felt a little dazzling.
The soldiers on the city wall gradually became a little nervous. Spellcasters are synonymous with 'powerful' and 'mysterious' at any time.
When Roland and Beta looked away, these people immediately looked away.
A spellcaster, a young noble.
They cannot afford to offend such a combination.
The two of them found an open space and sat down. It was still very early before dawn. Most cities have a custom of curfew, and this city should be no exception. After sitting down, it was Roland and Beta's turn to look at the people around them.
A dozen flatbed carriages are divided into several parts and belong to different small circles. Although the car was covered with oil and the contents could not be seen clearly, it was definitely cargo.
Most of the people around me were old-fashioned and weathered, and most of them were men. Only by the campfire farthest to their left was a woman. This woman is tall and muscular, with a long-handled ax beside her. If it weren't for the two protrusions on her chest, no one would think of her as a woman.
Several caravans, merchants and guards
Roland came to this conclusion after looking at it for a while.
None of these people spoke anymore, letting Beta and Roland look at them.
The original whispers were gone, leaving only the whistling of the night wind and the crackling of the bonfire.
At this time, the two of them did not speak or move, but they felt like they were suppressing the whole audience.
After watching for a while, Beta looked a little bored, so he took out the firewood and snake meat picked up on the road from his space backpack. First lay out the firewood, and then light it with a breath of dragon flame.
He took out his long sword and scaled the snake meat, then skewered it with wooden sticks and roasted it on the fire.
Roland looked at Beta's skillful barbecue techniques and was speechless.
It turns out that you are reluctant to spend the number of 'Dragon Flame Breath' in battle, it turns out that you want to use it for barbecue.
At this time, there were whispers nearby, which seemed to be getting louder and louder. Roland followed the sound and turned to look over. The voices stopped immediately, neatly like a noisy TV sales station in a shopping mall that had been turned off. generally.
Roland's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and finally returned to the rotating barbecue.
There were many sounds of relief.
Roland heard some words just now, roughly like this.
'Oh my god, space gear. '
'Where did the noble young master come from? '
'The space equipment is used to store barbecue items, what a waste! '
And when Roland glanced at them, these people immediately stopped talking.
Don't reveal your wealth... Is this a recipe for trouble? Just when he was so worried, Roland suddenly remembered something.
We are players and we will not die. Besides, the space backpack is given by the game system, and it cannot fall out even if you die. If you are harmed by someone, you can directly kill the perpetrator after resurrection and take revenge. It is such a simple thing, why do you think so much about it!
After thinking about it, Roland was too lazy to care about the opinions of the group of people. He began to look at the surrounding environment.
The terrain here is flat, and there seems to be a river behind the city. Through the night tomb, you can see a bright strip of scales stretching into the distance.
Only in places with sufficient water sources could such a large city be built.
Soon Beta had grilled two skewers of snake meat and sprinkled some salt on them.
A bunch was thrust into Roland's hand.
Not to mention, Beta's grilling skills are quite good. The snake meat was grilled by him until it was crispy, crispy and fragrant, and it felt quite good to eat.
But compared to the giant spider legs, the taste is worse.
Not as smooth and tender.
After eating the barbecue and filling his stomach, Beta began to practice basic military swordsmanship.
He is not a very smart person, but his ability to become a top student depends on his hard work. According to Beta himself, although the results have not yet come out, there is no problem in getting into the first-level exam.
Diligence is his habit. As for practicing basic swordsmanship in front of outsiders, would he feel embarrassed
How can it be! He has participated in countless recitation competitions in elementary school, junior high school, and high school.
In Beta's view, it was quite shameful to recite some articles in a cadence and with exaggerated expressions in front of hundreds or thousands of spectators on the podium of the recitation competition.
Even in that situation, he was able to stay calm, let alone practicing swordsmanship in front of dozens of people.
Roland began to practice language magic.
Waves of magic power radiated from his body, failed, and then radiated again, and then a group of people watched in silence as Roland covered his head and used air conditioning to relieve the pain. When he was in Red Earth Town, he didn't care much about other people's eyes and just practiced magic by himself.
Under normal circumstances, if the magician failed so many times, he would have laid down and passed out long ago.
But Roland was still lively and energetic. After a while, he started practicing magic again.
The group of businessmen and guards were a little funny at first when they saw Beta and Roland still exercising in this late night.
Who are you pretending to show!
But four hours later, there was only admiration in their eyes.
They don't understand any big principles, but they know very well that people who work hard are much better than people who don't work hard.
It was already getting light at this time, and the guards on the city wall put out their torches and began to open the city gate.
Everyone stood up, and Roland and Beta also stopped practicing.
The two originally wanted to wait for the businessmen to go in first, after all, they were first come, first served.
But surprisingly, these businessmen and guards did not move, but looked at Roland and Beta eagerly.
"Are you asking us to leave first?" Beta was a little surprised.
"Your noble status should have scared them." Roland turned around and said: "It seems that the class concept in this game world is very strong. They are all commoners and dare not walk in front of you."
Beta looked at the group of silent people. He felt uncomfortable and said, "It feels weird."
"Let's go, young master." Roland smiled and said, "If you don't leave, you will waste their time even more."
All right! Beta sighed and was the first to walk into the city gate.
Roland followed closely behind.
Seeing the two of them entering the city, the merchants and guards all breathed a sigh of relief.