Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game
Chapter 14: The noisiest army of undead
Chapter Fourteen
For the players, the opening time of 8 o'clock in the morning, for the residents of the magic plane, it is 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
Two hours before the start of the service (unreal time), Yang Qiu called 19 high-level NPCs waiting to be on duty to the newly built "town hall" in the eastern district of Exile Town-in fact, he chose a flat land covered with earth magic. Positive little house-gather for a meeting.
In the hall full of people, Yang Qiu looked at his subordinates with satisfaction: "How about it, are you still used to it?"
Except for Old Bat, who was dull and obviously in a daze, everyone else was expressionless.
"Fortunately...that's..." Hal raised his hand stiffly and pointed to the top of his head. "That's why we have this strange square text on our heads?"
On Hal’s head, about ten centimeters above the height of the scalp, there are two rows of green Chinese characters floating, the first row is: "'Razor' Hal Maxwell", the second row is slightly smaller "Assassin Mentor".
"Of course this is... the proof of the companion." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Only members in the matrix can see the names of each other, so that we can intuitively identify who is our friend and who is a stranger."
On the top of Yang Qiu's head, there are three rows of floating Chinese characters, namely "Lord Tarantan", "Resurrection Instructor Yang" and "Magic Apprentice Instructor".
Originally, Yang Qiu didn't plan to be an NPC in person... But considering that the first batch of high-level NPCs selected to be tortured by the players, cough, 90% of the high-level NPCs who came to provide services to the players were former thieves, in order to avoid trouble between the players and the indigenous NPCs. Then, it is better to issue patches and fixes carefully, it is better to directly intervene in supervision from the beginning.
“Our guests are in the same branding matrix with us. The spiritual connection allows us to easily understand the language and text between the two parties and facilitate our communication.” Yang Qiu looked straight, “but I want to remind you that when These "special guests" are not talking to you. Don't care about what they are saying. I repeat, when the guests are not talking to you, ignore what they say."
Bat brother who is suffering from mental pollution... Weapon master Charlie Rex still has no response, looking up at the ceiling blankly.
Hal and his confidant Ranger Tattle Joe looked at each other, and raised their hands suspiciously: "Sorry, Yang, I don’t understand... It is impossible to say that our guests have been contaminated by an ancient god. Talking gibberish uncontrollably, right?"
"No, Hal." Yang Qiu said solemnly, "The madness of the'guests' has nothing to do with the ancient gods and is not contagious. When you hold what I give you, you can promote them through the branding matrix. When it comes to the power of "friendship", the "guests" are the safest and harmless for you, and this will never change."
"On this basis, you can issue tasks to order them to do things, and you can let them do everything you can—of course, it must not exceed the task release scope that I have prescribed for everyone, otherwise the consequences will be at your own risk." After a pause, Yang Qiuchen Said, "Believe me, if the'guests' think you have an evil label on your body and that you are the enemy of the town of exile, then...even if our'guests' are still weak at the moment, they will find the attack in unity. The way to kill you is endless."
The faces of former thieves such as Hal, Tuttle, etc. suddenly looked very ugly...
When they were deceived into this ghost town like a ghost town in the depths of the Tarantan Wasteland, these original thieves, who had come for a good and easy life, were half-hearted on the spot.
However, before they made the difficult decision of "turning over with a high-level black magician", they were drawn into the mental brand matrix...
Even if the "towners" in the town have more than a dozen hideous zombies in addition to their group of living people, they can only pinch their noses...
"Of course, our'guests' are still a good help for us to rebuild this town and turn the abandoned town of exile into a dream home." Yang Qiu calmed down and said with a smile, "Everyone is the town's The first batch of official townspeople, as long as I contribute to the reconstruction of the town, I will never be stingy with treatment. I hope that during the reception of "guests", everyone will be as free as possible from the interference and influence of "guests". , And learn how to use your limited resources to support the "guests" to work for you, and how to gain the love and respect of these "guests"."
"Yes..." Hal and others responded weakly.
To be fair, Yang, the new leader, is not bad for them. Although they are half forced to join the brand matrix, everyone has indeed received unprecedented living supplies...
At the end of the mobilization meeting, Hal sighed while returning to his temporary residence.
"I can only say that fortunately, we did not ask us to rebuild this ruined town by ourselves... I, Hal, is a famous ‘razor’. I really let me do this kind of hard work. I would never do it."
His confidant Tuttle Joe also sighed: "I always feel that something is not right, whether it is this town or that... the black magician." Tuttle almost swallowed the word evil forcibly. , Looked left and right with a guilty conscience, lowered his voice, "Yang himself admitted that this town will welcome a large number of undead creatures, and be used as a stronghold by these undead creatures-it's a hell, we actually want us to arrange these undead things, this how can that be possible!"
"Shhh, Tuttle!" Hal quickly raised his index finger to his good friend, "Come on, don't say such a thing, anyway, Yang didn't ask us to let the undead participate in the work, if they are not willing to do it, then But it's completely none of our business!"
Tuttle let out a sigh of relief, "Yes, Hal, if the undead doesn't work, then this town will never be built."
The two looked at each other and smiled, and they both understood how to safely deal with the arrogant and self-proclaimed Tarantan Wasteland Lord and the evil black magician who frantically wanted to use the undead to build a territory-isn't it just a drag! Anyway, he still has to take care of our meals, what can we not afford to do!
The two who thought they had found a solution, went back to their temporary residences with their heads high, and prepared to wait for the "guests" to come to the door according to Yang's requirements...
Two hours after alien time.
Hal, where he was assigned to live in the nearest place to the cross street, suddenly heard a strange cry of extreme excitement.
Hal got out of the tent in a hurry, craned his neck and looked towards the cross street.
Due to the serious damage and collapse of the wooden buildings in the town, Haar, who is two blocks away from each other, can clearly see the direction of the cross street; the assassin with good eyesight can see each of them with jaw-dropping eyesight. The old skeletons with green squares floating above their heads popped out one after another from the corners of Shizijie Street...
Hal, who had never seen such a horrible scene, fell to the ground with the sharpening stone in his hand.
"Dead, undead natural disaster? Is this the scene of the legendary undead natural disaster?! That evil black magician really—"
Before Hal had any specific conspiracy theory thoughts, he was stunned to discover...the undead army that emerged from the soil was not the same as the undead army he had imagined.
These undead crowded in the heart of the cross street in a very short period of time are really very energetic. When they are "born", they make all kinds of amazing noises that do not know whether they are joy or fright; and... some of them are very lively and separated. The "Army" queue, while making all kinds of "ahhhh" strange calls, scurrying around...
Hal, who couldn't understand what was going on, watched one of the undead spread his arms and ran wildly, hitting the dirt wall with a "clang", and the white skeletons were scattered on the ground.
Hal: "???"
"Hahahaha! Nima really staged'Walk and break up'!"
"Shente, just go away!"
"Fuck it hahahaha!"
The undead who had scattered all the way got up embarrassedly, and a clear young man's voice came out from his throat without any flesh: "Don't laugh, help me get the bones back!"
Hal, who was peeping at the group of undead from a distance, put his head in his hands: "???"
"Didn't you say that you meet first and don't run around?"
A few more undead left the main force and ran to the few undead who left the team first. One of them shouted: "Don't play Xiao Zhou, take your brothers to the task of leading the novice outfit. Done!"
Discovering that these later undead were actually wearing clothes, Hal completely understood that he couldn't: "???"
"I know Brother Qin." The undead who fell apart put his bones together and stood up. "Is my skeleton different from yours? How come it is so easy to disperse?"
Another skeleton in clothes said: "It's not that you are easy to disperse, but you hit the wall. Our undead race seems to be safe, so be careful."
"If you can get the armor and put on like that zombie general, it's probably not so easy to disperse. However, the NPC does not pay for the task, and I don't know how the equipment of the game is obtained..."
The unclothed undead and the unclothed meet at one point, chatting and walking towards the street to the north...
Hal watched the group of undead disappear behind the wooden house, slowly raised his hand, and rubbed his stiff face.
Hal, who was blank in his mind, cast his gaze to the heart of Cross Street, the large group of undead.
This group of undead...still very noisy.
Everyone seemed to be talking very excitedly, completely unable to hear what they were talking about.
Hal was expressionless, he was certain that this group of undead was definitely not an "undead army"... The worst militia he had ever seen was not so chaotic and disorderly.
As if confirming Hal’s speculation, this group of undead, who did not look like the undead army in any way, began to act in groups of a few people, or act alone, and spread out in all directions...
"It's real, it's real——!!! This game is real ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
A naked undead cheered so, rushing through the **** street.
"Hey, come here! This zombie NPC has a mission!"
An undead spotted a zombie squatting in front of a cabin, and immediately shouted for his friends.
"This novice village is too broken, exactly the same as in the video... Hey, who saw the vanilla pudding?"
"I seemed to have seen it just now. There are too many people to see where they are going."
"Follow him, hurry up and find a task!"
"I—damn! Why is my character in the game only 31 points?! So much lower than vanilla pudding??"
"Wow, are you the legendary non-chief?"
Hal was really irritated by the noisy undead who can make amazing noises across the block, turned around and pinched his eyebrows hard.
"what--!!"
A particularly piercing, loud, and lung capacity cry suddenly sounded, shaking Hal who was about to return to the tent.
Hal looked back in shock...
Across the dilapidated block without a complete house, an undead standing on the street raised his finger to Hal in surprise: "Qingyue! Look! It's a human! High-level NPC!"
"I heard it, Tang Jia, keep your voice down..." The companion of the undead groaned feebly.
The undead player with ID sandwich gummy and real name Don Jia made an emotional voice, as if stabbing a hornet's nest.
"Senior NPC?! Where is it?"
"Ah! Over there! In front of the tent in the ruins at nine o'clock!"
The dozens of undead who were not too far from the cross street looked at Hal with piercing eyes.
Then...these players, whether they were preparing screenshots and recording videos, doing missions, or running maps, all rushed toward the lonely Hal from all directions with a hungry tiger rushing toward the sheep...
Hal: "?!"
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Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-05-1215:25:22~2020-05-1222:11:39~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: One is as quiet as the sea;
Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: repeat, we are little egg yolk, Mingguang, I am poisonous, different ways, cute and cute, Hou Jian, cold dream, Pingshui Tongqing, Green curtain Xizi, Huibai, Sansanai Eat 1 bean paste bun;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 90 bottles of Yushan Shengxiang; 38 bottles of amelylu; 33 bottles of Shili Peach; 30 bottles of Jingmiaomiao love leaves; 20 bottles of lemon, elapsed water, ordinary readers; 15 bottles of yo~boy; food, wave 10 bottles of Bantang; 9 bottles of Cold Dream and Huibai; 3,6 bottles of Huazui; 5 bottles of Yu Yuyu and Xiaobai; 3 bottles of Lucky Meow; a pot of mushrooms, did you paint today? 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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