Chapter 5

"Leave it to me."

When Doug, who had a tendency towards being a war maniac, heard me say this, he immediately brandished the whiteboard double-bladed axe, his face excited like a fiend, making me shudder. I wondered if I had accidentally awakened the devil deep within him.

The three of us slowly crouched and crept towards the Fallen Mage camp. I acted as the strategist and cheerleader, planning and encouraging from behind. In truth, I wasn't as relaxed as I appeared; I still had some concerns about the upcoming battle.

The elite Fallen Mage, in terms of level, should be equivalent to a 10th-level common monster, plus a group of 2nd-level Fallen. It seemed easy to deal with at first glance.

However, based on my years of experience with Diablo, the Fallen Mage's dark red skin, if I'm not mistaken, indicates that its elite special ability is Fire Enchantment. The Fallen Mage's primary spells are Fireball and Resurrection. With Fire Enchantment, the damage of its Fireballs would be significantly increased, and there's a certain probability that it will trigger an explosion upon death. If Lar and the others are not careful, they might really stumble here.

But it turned out I was overthinking. Even a half-baked Diablo player like me could see this, so how could experienced warriors like Lar and the others not know? When the battle officially began, Lar was the first to act. He quickly circled around the Fallen, held his sword in his right hand, and skillfully performed a Sacrifice on the Fallen Mage. Then he raised his left-hand round shield and followed up with a Heavy Strike to stun it. The two Barbarian brothers, while Lar was performing the Sacrifice, had already swung their axes and started hacking at the Mage.

Once the Fallen Mage was stunned, Lar immediately turned around and, with his high defense, held off the Fallen minions behind him. After the Sacrifice and Heavy Strike cooldowns were over, he turned back and used a two-skill combo.

The strategy was simple but very effective.

The elite Mage lived up to its title, with high defense and eight times the health of a common monster of the same level. Even under the attacks of the 11th-level Barbarian brothers and the 12th-level Lar, it stood firm.

Unfortunately, Lar's Heavy Strike level wasn't high, and the elite's tough body made the stun duration very short. In less than a second, it had already regained consciousness, and the Barbarian brothers had only left four wounds on it.

The Fallen Mage, regaining its senses, immediately took a step back, chanting rapidly. A bright red Fireball, carrying a wave of intense heat, hit Doug. Normally, this enhanced Fireball would have caused Doug a lot of trouble, but at some point, Lar had already activated Fire Resistance. The fierce Fireball only took away about one-fifth of Doug's health.

With Lar's Fire Resistance and the Barbarian brothers' frenzied battle axes, the elite Fallen Mage had no chance to counterattack. Although I had seen the three of them work together many times, the battle ended much faster than I had expected. The elite Fallen Mage let out a final scream and died without even triggering an explosion. The remaining nine Fallen were also quickly dispatched by Lar, who had the spare time to pick off two of them. When the Barbarian brothers turned to deal with the remaining seven Fallen, the outcome was already decided.

After the battle, Lar cleaned up the field, while Goff and Doug took turns using the Identify Potion to try to find some small potions to replenish their consumption. The Barbarians didn't have many useful attack skills at the beginning, so Doug and Goff's mana hadn't been used much, enough to support four uses of the Identify Potion. In the end, they found a small blue potion from the Fallen Mage. Seeing the two brothers panting after using their mana, this result could only be considered a minor gain.

"Big Brother Doug, what level is your Mastered Battle Axe?" I asked Doug, who was resting and regaining mana.

"Oh, just level 3," Doug told me without any suspicion.

"Shouldn't you have learned Shout already? It increases defense, right? Why not use it?" I asked curiously.

"Isn't Shout supposed to be learned at level 12?" Doug looked at me with even more curiosity.

"Oh, ha ha, I forgot. I remember someone saying that level 12 is a skill threshold. Look at my memory."

I patted my head as if I had just realized something, laughing to cover my shock. I continued to probe, using a fabricated person to avoid suspicion if I was wrong.

"Yes, that's right. You need to reach level 60 to learn all the skills."

Doug nodded: "Skills like Whirlwind, Barbarian, Command Expert, and Natural Resistance can only be learned at level 60. Only then can you truly be called a Barbarian Warrior."

Doug's eyes were full of stars, imagining himself as a Barbarian, Whirlwind, and other skills, where fire, wind, lightning, and poison had no effect on him, and he could pass through a thousand enemies without a scratch.

No wonder Lar didn't choose the fast and sudden Charge for his first attack but used the self-sacrificing Sacrifice. According to this, Charge should be learned at level 24.

I firmly remembered this key point, not knowing if I could return to my world. I might have to live here for the rest of my life, so this important information could not be overlooked.

"Everyone, come quickly..."

Lar, who was cleaning up the field, suddenly raised his hands and shouted excitedly.

"It must be something good."

Doug's eyes lit up, and he trembled, guessing the reason for Lar's excitement. He couldn't contain his excitement and rushed over.

Lar stood over the Fallen Mage's corpse, holding a ring in his hand, clearly dropped by the Fallen Mage. Indeed, elites are elites; their drops are not to be underestimated.

"Today's harvest is great. The Fallen Mage dropped 2 small red potions, 1 small blue potion, and even a ring."

From Lar's excited eyes, it was clear how important this ring was. Among the three of them, Lar had been a class changer for three years, and Doug and Goff for over two years. Yet, only Lar had a +1 Strength ring, which had made the Barbarian brothers envious for a long time. This ring was invaluable to them.

"And look, it's a Fire Resistance ring. Oh, God must have heard our prayers." Lar prayed devoutly, a true Paladin whose mind had been heavily influenced by the Holy Order.

I and Doug quickly looked at the ring in Lar's hand. The ring, lying quietly in Lar's palm, emitted a pale blue light. The attributes had already been identified by a scroll.

Bronze Orange Ring: +11 Accuracy, +8% Fire Resistance.

This ring, which I wouldn't even bother to pick up in Diablo, was now treated like a priceless treasure by Lar, as if it were his son.

"Great, great..." Doug rubbed his hands vigorously, unable to contain his joy.

After a brief discussion, the ring was given to Doug. Lar already had a ring and felt it was inappropriate to take another. The +11 Accuracy was also suitable for Barbarians, known for their powerful attacks and high accuracy.

Thus, the distribution naturally fell to the Barbarian brothers. Goff, following the tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, gave the ring to Doug. Doug, deeply understanding the principles of being thick-skinned and black-hearted, immediately accepted it without any false modesty. It seemed I should introduce these two to my world in the future. Goff would make a good subordinate, and Doug could sell meat.

"Lar, I also want to learn some combat skills." That night, as everyone gathered around the fire to rest, I earnestly asked Lar.

"Hmm? Didn't your teacher teach you?" Lar looked puzzled.

"Uh~~ My teacher disappeared after I changed classes."

After so many days of learning, I had a good understanding of this world and could lie convincingly, even convincing Lar.

"What a irresponsible teacher, no wonder you rashly ran into the depths of the wasteland." Lar looked angry, as if he had been abandoned rather than me.

Every class changer is a treasure of this continent. Because of these class changers, the entire continent has not been swallowed by hell. Especially someone like me, who changed classes at a young age, is precious. On the Dark Continent, there is only one class changer per 10,000 people, and the average age of class changers is over 30. Changing classes before 30 can be considered a genius. So Lar's anger was not without reason.

Just to add, the average lifespan of a commoner on the Dark Continent is about 150 years, while class changers can live at least 200 years. It's said that the legendary mage Tal Rasha lived for several thousand years.

"Uh~ Yes, yes..."

I quickly agreed with Lar and sincerely apologized to the fabricated teacher in my heart. Of course, if this teacher really existed and was the one who brought me into this world, I might have to sincerely greet his entire family and ancestors.

"First, every class changer has their own interface, which you should know, right?" Lar said matter-of-factly.

"I don't know..." I shook my head, looking like a well-behaved child. Lar's face immediately turned a colorful mix of frozen, burned, paralyzed, and poisoned, a truly spectacular sight.

"Damn, Wu, what's your teacher's name? The next time I see him, I'll represent God and greet him properly." By the last few words, Lar was almost grinding his teeth, more vengeful than a father's murderer.

I quickly expressed my deep respect for my teacher, saying that even if the teacher was wrong, the student should not blame him. Lar immediately praised my sense of righteousness, and Doug and Goff started calling me brother, even planning to go drinking and gambling together.

"Cough, cough~~ Let's get to the point. I'll temporarily take over for your irresponsible teacher."

Lar, eager to help, couldn't bear to see me being corrupted by the two Barbarian brothers. As we were discussing which brothel had the most attractive women, he coughed like a consumptive, interrupting our excited state and reminding us of his deep resentment towards my fabricated teacher.

"First, close your eyes and quietly think about your attribute status."

I followed Lar's instructions, closing my eyes and thinking quietly, with Lar's continuous guidance in my ears.

"Don't rush, it's always difficult the first time. It will get easier with practice..."

In fact, I had always been skeptical about my identity as a Druid. The reality of being a穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者" in Chinese, which can be translated as "穿越者" in English, but in this