Stepping on the sand dunes stained red with blood.
Minori paused in his turning motion, a stunned expression appearing on his face covered in the flesh armor.
The situation just now could actually trigger a class!
He knew that other world existed, and that people could accidentally acquire classes due to various factors such as personal experiences and living environments.
But this was the first time he had personally encountered it.
"A 'unique' class, does such a class system exist in the game 'YGGDRASIL'?" A hint of doubt flashed in Minori's eyes as he murmured to himself.
He raised his head.
Looking at Yaraal and the others not far away, still shouting incessantly, everyone's face was filled with joy and madness after surviving a disaster.
"Gray Armor Knight!"
"Gray Armor Knight!"
"Gray Armor Knight!"
The loud shouts continued, everyone seemed unwilling to stop, wanting to use heart-wrenching screams to dispel the despair that had been suppressed in their hearts.
The people living here have probably always been living in fear of death and extermination.
"A 'unique' class born because of the 'hope' of the people here and my existence? It's truly an unimaginable discovery."
Minori took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the series of information on the attribute panel, vaguely understanding what was going on with the emergence and acquisition conditions of this class.
"What a pity."
As the [Gray Armor Knight (Unique)] class was successfully taken, the class was automatically absorbed by [Genius], becoming one of the many basic classes that could be converted.
This led to even Minori himself, under the characteristics of [Genius], being unable to figure out the abilities possessed by this class.
Click!
Minori turned around, the gray armor of the flesh armor making a crisp sound as it rubbed, and stepped on the head of a dead gray dwarf. Minori raised his arm, holding high the magic greatsword stained with blood.
Along with this action.
Yaraal and all the other humans stopped shouting, and gazes of worship and fanaticism looked over.
As Minori's thoughts moved, the flesh armor gray armor, also stained with blood, turned into a cloud of gray mist and reintegrated into Minori's body.
The blood originally stained on the armor also turned into drops of blood and fell, revealing Minori wearing black close-fitting clothes, the blade of the magic greatsword reflecting a cold light under the sunlight.
"Victory!"
Minori looked at the people not far away and said loudly.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
Loud shouts resounded through the arena again.
Night fell, and the sky above the oasis was dotted with stars.
A bonfire burning fiercely was red and bright in the night, reflecting the faces of everyone around the bonfire in a fiery red.
Men and women with tan headscarves wrapped around their heads jumped around the bonfire wantonly, this was a unique way of celebration and dress for the human tribe living here.
However, most people's gazes were reverently gathered on a young black-haired youth not far away, their patriarch sat beside the black-haired youth, seemingly chatting about something.
At this moment,
The table in front of Minori was filled with various bizarre but fragrant foods.
"Hero, this is salted bread made from sand rice we grow ourselves, ground into flour and mixed with saltwort."
Patriarch Yarman, Yaraal's father, had dark skin and sat in a kneeling position beside Minori, respectfully introducing the food on the table:
"This is Salo thorn, it looks a little dark, but it is actually sun-dried and then roasted, it is very crispy."
"This is sour desert soup, a unique plant on our oasis, the black spots on it are saltwort ground into powder, this is the most important plant for us to supplement salt."
Patriarch Yarman spoke cautiously, for fear that the food on the table would not suit the hero who saved their entire tribe.
In his eyes, Minori, who possessed the power to defeat the entire gray dwarf army with his own strength, must be an indescribably powerful existence who had stepped into the "hero" realm like his father.
Being able to display nearly ten kinds of food in such a harsh desert environment, shows the level of care of Patriarch Yarman and others.
"Don't call me hero, my name is Minori."
Minori spoke again, correcting the other party's address. Patriarch Yarman called him "hero" repeatedly, making him feel a little embarrassed:
"These foods are all good."
Minori didn't pay much attention to food, he casually picked one up and took a few bites.
The taste was still very unique, and not unpalatable.
Since crossing into this world, Minori had spent most of his time in the wild, and had never been picky about food, as long as it wasn't unpalatable.
"Swoosh!"
Kuro still transformed into a goshawk, devouring a roasted scorpion meat, seemingly very satisfied.
Minori reached out and patted the Kuro's wings, signaling it to be quieter, the goshawk's eating habits were somewhat different from Kuro's dog form.
Kuro had obviously not fully adapted,
But even so.
Minori didn't intend to let the Kuro withdraw from the goshawk form, anyway, it was consuming his magic power.
Hiding his own information was Minori's consistent principle, especially in some details, he needed to pay more attention.
Patriarch Yarman breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Minori was satisfied.
"What's the situation with the gray dwarves, how many troops are left?" After Minori ate some food, he asked the key question.
The 5,000-strong gray dwarf army, although defeated, was not all dead, and some gray dwarf soldiers had escaped, this situation naturally needed to be guarded against.
Whether the gray dwarves would send people again.
Among the gains this time, in addition to accidentally obtaining a "unique" basic class, the experience points had also increased explosively.
[Experience Bar: 782262/120000]
The 5,000 dwarf army was almost completely wiped out by him in one fell swoop, resulting in his arms wielding the sword still being a little numb and sore,
But at the same time, the experience points had increased by more than 600,000 in one go!
"The gray dwarves occupy the largest oasis in this Valley of Death, with a population of about 20,000, more than four times that of our human tribe."
Patriarch Yarman's tone of voice still carried a sense of fear when he got to this point.
More than four times the population, this was not just a difference in size, the number of strong people, the gap in young adults, etc., the two sides were not on the same level at all.
With the death of the strongest person in their human tribe,
Patriarch Yarman had already prepared himself in his heart for being destroyed by the gray dwarves, not only him, but everyone in the entire tribe had prepared themselves for death.
Like the name of this "Valley of Despair".
Every day everyone lived in despair, waiting for the arrival of death.
Escape this oasis?
Without a water source, there was no way to survive in this vast desert, it was just a different way to die.
Even now, although they had achieved victory, nearly a thousand tribesmen had died, and even more were injured.
"Lord Minori!"
"If it weren't for your appearance, our tribe would probably have been destroyed, I am sorry to my father, and I am sorry to all the tribesmen."
Patriarch Yarman suddenly bent down and bowed heavily to Minori.
[TL: fist over heart bow]
A very tough and serious middle-aged patriarch suddenly burst into tears, which made Minori a little uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to reach out to help Patriarch Yarman up,
Whirr!
The other humans who had been paying attention to this side and dancing around the bonfire, all knelt on the ground at this moment, burying their heads towards Minori.
Sobbing and crying sounds rang out in the air at the same time.
The sudden scene.
Made the corner of Minori's eye twitch, and the action he was preparing to help Yarman up paused.
A sad atmosphere permeated the air.
The cheerful atmosphere seemed to disappear all at once!
Looking at such a scene.
Minori's face gradually became calm, and he glanced at everyone with a flat gaze: "How unsightly."
"So, do you usually solve problems by crying!"
"What I saved before was a group of humans who would bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy even if they died!"
"You were able to seize an oasis in such a place and survive here, it wasn't by crying, was it."
The flat voice echoed in the air.
Patriarch Yarman raised his head for the first time, wiped the tears from his face, and nodded respectfully to Minori: "I was rude."
Immediately afterwards.
Patriarch Yarman turned his head, took a deep breath towards the tribesmen who were also kneeling on the ground, opened his mouth and cursed: "Have you cried enough for me!"
"This patriarch of mine is not dead yet, and we haven't been exterminated yet!"
"What are you sad about! Which of you present hasn't had someone die, haven't enough of our people died!"
"Those who should be dancing, dance for me!"
The angry roar resounded through the oasis, and even the steadily burning bonfire jumped a few times.
Everyone's faces flushed red as they climbed up from the ground, the flames of the bonfire burned even more fiercely, and everyone's jumping movements became even more frenzied.
"I apologize for the spectacle, hero————-Lord Minori."