Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Fifty One

Lord Yang & General Zombie's tent.

Rowell, who entered the door stiffly, saw the zombie king sitting in the tent with Yang Qiu... the skin became even more rigid.

"Please sit down." Yang Qiu politely greeted Rowell to sit down, "The undead are rushing to build the summoning circle they need, please forgive me for not being entertained. By tomorrow morning, we can set off again and send some civilians away. Go to the town of exile where we have built a habitable place."

"... Yang." Rowell tried to stay calm. "I recognize the fact that these'Tarantan Undead' are friendly to living people, but... I always think that it is not a good idea to let civilians live with these undead creatures. ."

"I understand that although the undead are very friendly, it is true that their image is too exciting for ordinary civilians." Yang Qiu smiled and said, "However, please believe that this is not a big problem, for better living conditions. , I think civilians can get used to and accept these friendly souls."

Rowell: "..."

Lowell has lived for almost three hundred years, no matter how he "breaks away from the masses and is above the top", it is impossible to be completely ignorant of the sufferings of the people.

Lowell has heard of civilians convicted of stealing food how many times in his nearly 300-year life.

This world does not have the admonition to the monarch that "the people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death", and there is no such big truth as "the people take food as the sky", but the principles are common, similar to wise men who understand this world. We are not lacking...

So Lowell fully understands what Yang Qiu said: When the people are about to be unable to live, what is the big problem of coexisting with the undead?

Lowell couldn't help sighing softly.

Camor Town is a well-known town in the east of the Principality of Shigar, but in Camor Town like this, there will be such a group of civilians who are willing to commit themselves to the undead for satisfying food... With his long enough life experience, he There is really no way to accuse these civilians of being indecent or betraying their compatriots. This is not the fault of the civilians.

Yang Qiu can understand the unwillingness of the black robe monitor. After all, the other party's age experience lies here. If there is no overall view of the overall situation, it will be a waste of food for hundreds of years.

Of course, understanding belongs to understanding, and concession is definitely not a concession...

To find work for the natural disasters, Tarantan must develop.

For Tarantan to develop, there will inevitably be frictions and conflicts with neighbors around him.

It must not be right at the beginning. After all, the number of natural disasters is not enough to crush all the paper tigers...So, before you are strong enough, you can take advantage of it and strive for more wretched development without pushing others to tear your face. The time is especially important...

"I have to tell you the truth, Rowell monitor." Yang Qiu said sincerely, "In fact, the undead of Tarantan received these Camorian civilians not their subjective will, but just my own selfishness. ."

"You know, I once stayed in Camor for a short time, and I have a deep memory of the status quo of the land-lost farmers in Camor. I know there are many unfortunate people among them. I just want to provide these people with some small things as far as I can. Small help, even if it's just to let these poor people eat a few full meals in the last few years of their lives, for me, at least I have a clear conscience."

Lowell was startled.

As the black robe monitor of the Goddess of Prosperity Church, Rowell's powerful perception can detect... This black magician is telling the truth.

…It’s really true. In this passage, Yang Qiu didn’t say a word from his heart. He just omitted a lot of key content...

This made Rowell a little ashamed. He found that he had only unilaterally interpreted and guessed the intentions of the other party based on his own feelings and cognition; only because he found that the "dead of Tarantan" seemed a little weird, and he was tented. The ugly zombie king in Li was so surprised that he put forward the naive idea of ​​getting home, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"You are a seeker worthy of being respected, mage." Rowell has a reddish face, and from the standpoint of a church priest, he euphemistically expresses his highest praise to Yang, the black mage-the casters call themselves seekers. Many churches refuse to acknowledge this point.

Yang Qiu not only smiled at this compliment, but also brazenly humbled: "I just want to do something I should do."

As soon as he finished installing this force, several players broke into the tent generously.

Rowell thought that these undead had something to do with Yang Qiu, and he was about to find an excuse to quit, so he saw...The skeletons didn't have a bird Yang at all, and they ran directly to the zombie king sitting next to him...

Two of the skeletons stared at him curiously, groaningly wondering which dimensional demon world's minor language demon language they were talking about.

"Oh, where is Lao Yang's friend?"

"I'll cut the picture first, and I will resurrect it later and save it offline."

"I'm rushing, this NPC is more like the protagonist than Lao Yang, if Lao Yang Jinben would change this to become the lord? The current game plots love to engage in this kind of love and kill routine..."

Lowell, who doesn’t understand, has a face full of confusion. He can’t figure out why these undeads often show interest in him, and don’t understand why these wise skeletons do not look like they are intellectual. The zombie king turns.

Yang Qiu, who understands what players are talking about, calmly drinks tea.

He's an old man, so he won't care about these players for a few words like those former thieves.

Finding that the teapot was empty, Yang Qiu calmly issued a temporary task.

The player who just muttered "Lao Yang is going to change the general" suddenly turned around and raised the teapot to go outside: "I have triggered a quest to boil water for Lao Yang, you don't have to wait for me!"

"go Go!"

Rowell who still didn't understand: "???"

Yang Qiu explained with a smile: "I don't need to communicate with the undead."

"...That's the case." Rowell reluctantly accepted this setting. After hesitating, Rowell couldn't help being curious and asked, "These undead seem to be...somewhat caring about me?"

"Don't care, they are curious about everything." Yang Qiu was very calm and authentic.

Continuing to chat with Lowell a few words, Yang Qiu sent a temporary task to the player who expressed his hope that he would join the original.

The player who was busy boiling water and making tea immediately jumped up, went to the Material Mountain and prepared snacks for Lao Yang...

At six o'clock in the evening in the alien time, when Yang Qiu issued the instant task of preparing dinner to the NPC, he continued to smash the most trivial tasks on the player...

"It's poisonous, why am I running errands all the time today?" The player who earned a lot of prestige, finally couldn't help but mutter after working for a long time.

"If you have a task, it's good to do." The player's teammate gloated, "Have you heard of the fact that the group of Mingfeng Chunsi and the Phantom ran outside to'reclaim the wasteland' group to exterminate and release the town? Here is the resurrection of the stronghold. The point hasn’t been built yet, and they couldn’t send it if they wanted to. They all squatted in the town of exile and cried. They posted several posts offline asking for speeding up the construction progress.”

"That's right! Tell those guys to have good things not to call others!" The player who was so upset with trivial errands immediately jumped into joy.

The happiness of the players is that way.

When the riders of the Holy Priest Cavalry entered the stronghold for dinner, they found a big pothole dug in the center of the stronghold.

Part of the skeletons are preparing food for them, and part of them are walking around the big pit.

The black magician Yang, and an ugly and hideous zombie king dressed in ancient styles of broken armor, are surrounded by a large pit by a group of chirping skeleton stars.

What's more nonsense is that the zombie king is still talking, actually speaking a language similar to the skeletons, with complicated pronunciation, and a certain special rhythm...

The apologists including Andre: "???"

Zombies, like skeletons, belong to undead undead abnormal creatures. Their shells are alienated by demonic energy or other reasons. If they are placed in the general outline of monsters, they can be regarded as "physical mutation" type monsters.

To put it simply, it is thick skin, quick action, and strong destructive power.

But in terms of danger...at least in the eyes of the guardian whose job is to expel monsters, zombies, like skeletons, have a relatively low priority in the category of undead.

The reason is also very simple. The two immortal IQs are very touching, and the zombies are more touching than the skeletons.

Many black magicians prefer to find a ghost as a servant and will not use skeletons. Even if they are forced to use skeletons, they will never consider zombies.

Skeletons can sweep the floor and do simple chores. Zombies can't even do chores.

"Don't be surprised, it's just that this zombie king is special." Rowell said to his subordinates, "These Tarantan undead are very convinced of this zombie king, and respect this zombie king, we must not be rude."

"...Yes." Andre swallowed and took the lead in answering.

"They are not only special for skeletons, but also for zombies?" Some people are very difficult to understand.

In the afternoon, I had eaten a meal prepared by skeletons. In the evening, let alone the civilians, the patriarchs said that they were well-adapted, and no one had the slightest discomfort.

Of course, the bigger reason is also because the meal at night is more abundant than during the day, and there are actually paper-wrapped biscuits, and a pudding (jelly) in a waterproof carton.

The patriarchs who were very satisfied with the dinner ration happily returned to their home camp to rest after the meal.

Seven hours after dinner.

Andre stood up in silence, lifted the blanket, got out of his small tent, and looked at the stronghold of the undead with a blank face.

In the darkness, faint noises were heard from the strongholds of the undead from time to time.

That's it, anyway, their camp is still a bit away from the base of the undead, Shinichiren can still adapt.

The problem is that the scope of activities of these undead is not limited to their broken stronghold!

Andre didn't stand long before he saw...under the dim moonlight, a large group of undead "chachachacha" trot out of the stronghold.

While running, these undead were still talking bluffing.

This group of moving noise sources graciously passed by less than fifty meters southeast of the camp of the patriarchs, and ran deep into the wilderness.

Andre, who was swollen in his forehead by the noise of these guys, took a deep breath and spit it out, forcibly suppressed the anger in his stomach, turned around silently, bent over and got into the tent.

The undead who passed by the camp noisily are already...the fifth batch! It should be impossible to have a source of mobile noise!

Andre, thinking so, lay down in the blanket and closed his eyes.

After a while, this veteran who had accumulated a lot of fatigue fell asleep in the past.

"Cha, cha!"

"WAKAKAAAAAA!"

"Cracking croaking!"

"Grumbling!"

Andre, who was awakened again, opened his bloodshot eyes and hugged his head.

The nature of undead creatures that never sleeps, Andre understands very well, and has no stance to get angry, but it is already the sixth batch to come out of there-how can the stronghold be empty!

Andrei, who was exhausted and tired of enduring this noisy past, closed his eyes again.

After sleeping for an hour or so, the urging "chak, chak" sounded again...

This time, those undead who were still vigorous and vigorous in the middle of the night, like arguing hard, made louder noises than the previous six times...

Andre's facial features twisted out of the tent, wondering why there was an extra knight sword in his hand.

Like him, there were more than a dozen people who had completely lost patience and came out with weapons.

These patriarchs looked murderously at the group of unforeseen souls.

Afterwards, these patriarchs, who had good night vision, were stunned to discover...the undead were really arguing.

Not only did they quarrel, they also started fighting.

At least thirty or forty meters away from their camp, at least hundreds of undead fought together in one group, and many skeletons showed conspicuous roars of battle...

Guardians: "???"

"If it weren't for our teleportation point numbness, you still squatted in exile and cried! If you send it over, you will grab the blame, excuse me?!"

"Who is so embarrassed to ask, we have already given up half of the monster spawning points that we have previously opened up wasteland. What do you want to do, you are qualified to spawn monsters? What a big face!"

"Gather the fire! Don't let him run away!"

"Die to me!"

"One cut for vanilla! One cut!"

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