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Chapter 5 A Wonderful Life in Another World, Warcraft

"dwarf……"

Dorothy's eyes lit up as she watched the dwarf walk into the Adventurers' Guild.

Yes.

They are dwarfs.

This world is not only inhabited by dwarves, but also by elves with long ears!

Why am I standing here?

This is it!

A beautiful blonde princess, a charming and proud fairy, a noble saint...

I thought of the scene in my dream.

Dorothy suppressed her excitement.

Although she saw the dwarves, her current plan remains unchanged.

First, you need to make money.

Join mercenaries and adventurers in the Giant Spider Forest during this gathering season to see if you can earn more money.

With enough money, you can buy information from mercenaries or from the Adventurers' Guild.

For example, the Hunter Academy incident.

There seems to be a course there that teaches how to become a qualified mercenary.

It would be even better if we could find ways to become stronger while doing these things.

Even if she didn't, Dorothy wasn't in a hurry.

Because of the attribute points, she is getting stronger little by little every day.

Dorothy stood out in the crowd.

So she stayed outside the Adventurers' Guild for half a day.

At noon, the mercenaries crowded into the Adventurers' Guild, eating and discussing the mission.

Dorothy naturally couldn't enter such a scene.

She stood outside the Adventurers' Guild, munching on a hard, dark bread.

These breads are definitely not fresh out of the oven.

But since it's only been out of the bakery for a short time, it's not too difficult to bite into.

At this moment, she would occasionally glance at the guild.

The dwarf's figure was very conspicuous.

Because the other party is currently drinking merrily with those mercenaries.

And the other person was standing on the table.

It's hard not to notice it.

Dorothy watched the dwarf down glass after glass of wine, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Wow, you can really drink!"

They had only been inside for a morning when several mercenaries had already crawled under the table at the other side's feet.

And the number continues to increase.

Dorothy stood outside and secretly observed.

After drinking all afternoon, the dwarf, though his full beard obscured his expression, could be discerned from his gait.

Alcohol did not appear to have any effect on it.

The other party accepted a final task before leaving.

Upon actually seeing this race she had once only imagined, Dorothy clutched her chest.

"If we have dwarves, how far behind are the elves...?"

Dorothy was already quite impatient at the thought of elves.

She can accept anyone, whether they are blonde with blue eyes and a curvaceous figure or a delicate elf!

Nothing new happened in the town after the dwarves left.

Dorothy stayed until the afternoon before leaving.

After all, she couldn't stay overnight in town.

The country has a curfew, and Dorothy exchanged all the money she had for the food she was carrying on her back.

They could only leave in the afternoon, trying to return to Laurent village before nightfall.

The ten black bread rolls were not heavy and had no effect on Dorothy's speed.

Moreover, the security along the village roads was good, and she returned to the village without incident.

"We're back safe and sound."

Dorothy could see the outline of the village from a distance, and she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already close to evening.

He quickly quickened his pace and hurried towards the village.

Before she even got back to the village, she saw three figures carrying long spears running towards her.

"Um?"

Two of the figures are Jack and John.

There was another person I didn't recognize; he wasn't from the village, but he was wearing a half-body leather armor and his arms, which were gripping a long spear, were muscular and powerful.

His face had stubble that hadn't been carefully groomed, and there was a scar on his eyebrow.

They look quite capable; could they be mercenaries?

Just as Dorothy was getting curious...

Jack saw her returning to the village and called out:

"Dorothy, hurry back to the village! It's dangerous outside. Those black-backed boars that caused trouble in the fields before are back!"

Upon hearing this, Dorothy's heart tightened, and she immediately nodded.

Black-backed pig!

That's a Warcraft!

The three people in front of me looked like they were on patrol outside.

Knowing that the monsters had reappeared, she ran towards the village.

We're getting closer to the village.

Sure enough, defensive wooden fences had been erected outside the village.

Several villagers were patrolling with hoes and machetes in their hands.

It's unclear how effective these defenses will be against monsters.

Dorothy had barely returned to the village and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath.

A sound of horses' hooves rang out.

Then a chubby figure came into view riding a horse at full speed toward them.

Upon seeing the figure, Dorothy quickly moved to the side of the road and lowered her head to wait for the other person to pass.

It's Mr. Lauren.

As the horse galloped past, Dorothy watched its silhouette.

At this moment, Mr. Lauren was wearing a full set of plate armor.

He was also carrying a bow and arrows and his main weapon on horseback, a two-handed greatsword that was taller than Dorothy.

At this moment, the obese knight gave Dorothy an unparalleled sense of security.

Regardless, he was a knight.

Lauren's figure on horseback grew farther and farther away.

Dorothy felt a little relieved seeing this scene.

There is also a lack of power.

If I had the ability, I wouldn't be in such a passive position.

Having just met the dwarves this morning and clearly understanding that this was another world, the excitement I felt was now replaced by a sense of weakness.

"squeak!"

Suddenly, a loud whistle rang out from afar.

Dorothy looked up abruptly upon hearing this.

The other villagers, weapons in hand, nervously looked in the direction from which the whistle came.

"Someone blew the warning whistle, it was Jack and his guys!"

"They've spotted a black-backed boar! That whistle is so close!"

The moment the whistle blew, Mr. Lauren, who had already run far away, could be seen disappearing into the distance at an even faster pace.

The villagers also became nervous at this point.

At that moment, a weathered voice rang in Dorothy's ears.

"Dorothy, go home! Lock the doors and windows, and don't come out."

Dorothy turned her head to look.

He was the village blacksmith, Uncle Zaka, who had a limp.

I heard that Uncle Zaka used to be a mercenary, but he had an accident and injured his leg, so he returned to his hometown to retire.

Dorothy nodded, tightened her basket, and ran towards her home.

After running home in one breath.

Her chest heaved violently.

I experienced something similar when I first transmigrated here.

She was completely bewildered at the time and only found out about the monster attack afterward.

Hearing that there were monsters nearby, and that I had just been outside, perhaps the environment has become safer for the time being.

At this moment, Dorothy felt her legs go weak.

"hateful!"

"I haven't seen that fair-skinned, beautiful elf lady yet!"

"Every day it's either a fat, middle-aged knight or a ferocious monster!"

Dorothy put down her basket, scooped up a spoonful of cold water and drank it down, which calmed her down considerably.

Then she gently pushed the window open a crack and looked outside.

"Oh, damn it!"

"Oh my god! The black-backed boars have broken through the defenses!"

Suddenly, chaotic screams erupted outside.

Dorothy heard some bad news.

Hearing the shouts outside, my heart started pounding uncontrollably.

The adults outside suddenly scattered in panic.

"Ugh!"

A muffled roar then rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Dorothy felt the ground seem to shake.

"Get out of the way!"

Someone made a hoarse, desperate sound.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Houses in the village continued to collapse.

Dorothy's eyes widened as the black-backed boar burst in!

Its enormous body, as big as a house, has huge fangs, black spiky bristles on its back, and scars of all sizes on its body.

It's obvious at a glance that this monster has been through countless battles.

Moreover, in terms of physique, it is much stronger than the one that Lord Lauren killed last time!

Warcraft has broken in!

I knew those rotten logs outside wouldn't be able to stop it!

Dorothy was ready to run away.

Her wooden house certainly wouldn't be able to withstand the monsters.

When Lord Laurent was out, no one in the village could stop the presence of this magical beast!

Just as Dorothy was thinking this...

"Lion Slash!"

Uncle Zaka's voice rang out.