Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Fifty Nine

The tricycle convoy suddenly stopped, causing the guardians who were riding behind to look up in surprise.

These undead would stop to clean up the monsters after a while, but this time, the guardians did not notice the smell of the monsters.

The reaction of the undead was also different from before. Some of the undead stayed in place, some of them ran to a tricycle in the back half of the convoy, and then hurriedly scattered, spreading a block on the open space. The tent cloth lifted a civilian sitting in the carriage down.

"Something happened?" Andre looked terrified, and subconsciously moved his horse forward a few steps.

The cavalry and the convoy of the undead were not too close. They opened a distance of 30 to forty meters. Andre, who was on horseback, looked over from this distance and could clearly see being lifted by the undead. The state of civilians in the car seemed not very good... his eyes were closed tightly, his limbs were limp, and he remained motionless even after being laid flat on the tent cloth by the undead.

Andre vaguely understood something, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This paladin who lived more than a hundred years old would not foolishly think that it was because the undead were infected with the disease... He knew very well that the bodies of civilians were very fragile, leaving the familiar settlement environment into the wilderness, let alone It was encountering beasts and monsters, even if it was just the journey itself, it was a dangerous thing for civilians.

The temperature changes day and night, the bite of an inconspicuous mosquito, or even a light rain or gust of wind may kill a civilian.

Therefore, civilians are afraid of words such as "migration" and "migration". If they cannot survive, few people are willing to leave their homeland.

This is the reason why Andre sighed... He knew very well that these civilians had left Camel to go deep into Tarantan for a week, and it was only now that there were attritions. The black mage was already generous enough to give these old and weak civilians. The reason for providing food with plenty of oil and water.

Even in the plantation, the butlers are willing to prepare generously enough food for the cotton farmers during the cotton picking season... Andre actually knows this.

He also knows that many cotton farmers will find ways to bring their families into the plantation to help their families in order to keep their families with the rich meals during the cotton picking season...

No matter from which aspect, he had no position to criticize the black mage Yang for treating these civilians harshly.

Andre, who had mixed feelings and didn't know what it was like in his heart, saw two undead kneeling and sitting beside the civilian who didn't know his life or death, lying down intently, as if he was checking the state of the civilian.

When Andre was wondering what these undead were doing, he found... one of the undead untied the civilian’s tight belt, loosened the clothes tightly wrapped around her body, and used stones and other things. Put the civilian's feet up high, put his palms on the civilian's chest, and press hard.

Andre: "???"

The other undead "KaKa" opened his mouth, as if he had made a deep breath (??), then fell down, opened the civilian's chin with his claws, and blew into the civilian's mouth.

Andre: "???"

Rowell also saw this scene and turned his head to look at Yang Qiu in astonishment.

"It's just heat stroke and shock." Yang Qiu said calmly.

Rowell: "???"

Andre in front also turned his head, with question marks all over his face.

"Don't worry, the undead can handle it." Yang Qiu is still as stable as an old dog. "As I said, the undead of Tarantan are different. They understand the value of life better than the living. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they Will not give up these civilians."

Rowell, Andre, and the other apologists don’t know what expressions to make...

"All staff trimmed."

Lowell dropped a hard sentence, ignoring Yang Qiu who was with him, and quickly led the cavalry team back and opened enough distance.

Then let everyone dismount and ask questions one by one to ensure that all team members are mentally stable.

Yang Qiu didn't realize that Rowell was nervous.

His words were deliberate, he just wanted to make these guys doubt life.

In fact, these apologists can't really care about the life and death of a commoner woman, or a blind woman who is old and faint and has no mercy value.

He wanted to deliberately distort the meaning of this group of people to make them realize the fact that "the undead are more concerned about the life and death of a blind woman than their priests of the Shigar Principality."

"Civilization" is not reflected in the superficial level of who is dressed more decently, whose etiquette is more perfect, and whose conversation is more polite.

Respect for life of the same kind is the most indispensable cornerstone of civilization for any intelligent creature or intelligent race.

At this point, even Chinese players with a game mentality are also a dimensionality reduction attack for the indigenous "civilized people" of this world.

Of course... Yang Qiu himself was not as calm as he showed. When he explained the situation to the guardians, he was quietly putting the first aid alchemy potion back into the space ring.

One player who was playing online during the gap before class was a medical student. After checking the condition of unconscious civilians with Ji Tang, who knew some first aid treatment, he was confirmed to be in neurogenic shock. Coming...

A few minutes later, the civilians who were dizzy and unable to circulate on their own, coughed twice in the CPR emergency aid, and their chests rose and fell, and they were able to breathe spontaneously. The newly-launched medical student player immediately asked the female player to come up to help and wrap this up. The heavy clothes of the heavy civilians were taken off, leaving only the warm single clothes.

Ji Tang asked the players to help vacate the two tricycles, **** a roof with tree branches, rope and tent cloth on the spot, and asked the players to lift the civilian to the tricycle that set up the roof, raise his legs, and keep lying on his side. Cover your abdomen with a blanket.

Yang Qiu issued a lunch preparation task at the right time to give the civilians more rest time...

"Is it all right? Huh? Is this NPC all right?"

After being assigned to this civilian squad, several online players gathered around and watched the whole rescue process nervously.

"Breathing is relatively steady, it should be fine." The medical student who helped the rescue wiped his hands and said, "It is estimated that the clothes are too thick, and the sun is directly exposed to the sun. The heat stroke caused shock. While it is time for repairs, you go to a girl's. Bring some cold water and damp the cloth with the water to help this civilian dissipate the heat."

"I'll come, I'll come." The female player in the team took the initiative to raise her hand.

"Damn, NPCs can even get heatstroke? The NPCs in our exile town are also very thickly dressed, and they stand under the sun every day. Haven't this happened?" A player said Nahan.

"Those are high-level NPCs, these are civilian NPCs, of course they are different." The next player naturally said.

Ji Tang, who was secretly nervous, quietly breathed a sigh of relief...

"Wait a minute, these civilian NPCs are all dressed a lot." The squad players who were startled by the heatstroke shocked NPC were anxious, "Can you let them wear less and take off the outside?"

"The language is unsuccessful, the NPC can't understand what we are saying, and won't talk to us on the initiative."

"Well, let's build a awning for all the tricycles with NPCs. Anyway, we have tent cloths on our cars. Female players who are confident in communication skills should also try to see if they can convince these NPCs not to wear too thick." Ji Tang said, "I think these female civilians are more alert to players whose voice is male, and men shouldn't get too close to them."

"Nyma NPC is also gender-conscious!" Many male players are pained.

The female players all expressed their pain when they had no eggs: "Why didn't the male NPC say that he was merciful when he hacked us? The old lady was hacked to death by Hal's naive critic several times!"

Blame and blame, not to mention that these civilian NPCs are directly related to how much territorial prestige the players can earn in this mission. At any rate, they are lively "data" people. Players can't bear to watch these NPCs die, so they all Get busy...

The team is traveling along a relatively flat road. The team is not straight. Mia in the front row of the team can see the situation behind when she straightens up.

When Mia saw Martina in the next street being lifted out of the car by the undead, her face changed suddenly, as if she saw her own future, she shivered.

People in the small town come to each other, and Martina, who is ten years older than Mia, also came to Mia to play at her house when she was a little girl.

Mia, who can't get married, is very angry at home, but at least she only needs to weave out the living expenses to her family, and occasionally have a chance to breathe.

Martina, who was married at the age of eighteen, gave birth to a child early. In her early twenties, she had to feed herself and her children, and the husband who refused to go to the plantation because she refused to endure hardship. She never left from morning till night. When I was on the loom...I was only thirty-five or six years old, and her body was weakened prematurely like her peers, and her eyesight was so bad that she couldn't see the figure from a meter away.

"Mia, what happened?" The woman who was in the car with Mia couldn't see the distance so far, and whispered to Mia, the youngest of them.

"It's Martina, she seems to be...sick and was carried out of the car." Mia trembled.

The four women in the same car were not very comfortable themselves, and their faces became paler after hearing this.

"Goddess." The questioning woman lowered her head, clenched her hands on her chest, and prayed in a low voice for the poor fellow villager.

The people at the bottom who are struggling with food and clothing do not have the concept of seeking medical advice. People who are ill often have to endure hardships. Even if they get through it, they won’t be able to survive.

Martina was ill at this time, in their opinion, it was tantamount to being sentenced to hang.

But the development that followed was very unexpected for Mia. She was still able to see her in the distance. She was shocked to find that the undead did not carry Martina away and throw it away. Instead, they surrounded Martina and did it. She did not understand the behavior.

Although she has no idea what these undeads are doing, she only looks at the physical movements shown by the undeads outside. With the delicate psychology of women, she can instinctively feel that these undeads seem to be caring. Martina's, there is no plan to abandon her!

But... Mia couldn't believe her instincts, she even felt that something was wrong with her.

She bit her lip tightly and didn't dare to tell other people in the same car what she saw and felt. She was worried whether she had too many unrealistic things in her mind like the old people said. Crazy...

A few minutes later, Martina, who was lying on the ground motionless, coughed slightly.

Mia, who had been staring at her, opened her mouth wide.

The undead yelled something, even if they couldn't understand their language or their skull faces, they could feel their joy.

"Mia? What's the matter? What's wrong?" The women in the car asked eagerly, with eyes that couldn't see anything.

"They saved Martina... they didn't abandon Martina." Mia couldn't help but shed tears, her thin body trembled slightly, "Goddess--"

Mia saw the undead lady who made a female voice take off her coat for Martina, and carefully moved her to a tricycle with an awning.

"Is Martina okay? Is it really okay?" The women in the car couldn't help but straighten up, confirming to Mia again and again.

"I don't know, but I saw the undead moved Martina back to the car. They didn't abandon Martina. This is true." Mia trembled, "They... seem to think that Mattie Na was not well exposed to the sun, so she added a roof to Martina's car."

The sun is very big today and there are almost no clouds in the sky. The sun shines all morning and everyone is really uncomfortable.

The women in the car stared at Mia in disbelief, and then looked blankly at the distance that was blurred in their eyes.

A few undead with familiar voices came to them, some turned over the tent cloth on the tricycle next to them, and some walked to the tricycle they were riding in, while emitting unintelligible language, they compared hand paintings to them. foot.

The four women who were in the car with Mia shrank inward and huddled together subconsciously, their eyes could not hide their panic.

At such a close distance, they can blur the image of the undead's skeletons. The moving and talking skeletons are still very scary for ordinary people.

Mia didn't know why, she was not too scared.

She found that the voice of the undead lady standing in front of the car was actually very gentle and very nice.

After watching the gestures of the undead lady seriously for a while, Mia thought about it, and tried to unbutton her coat.

Ms. Undead immediately nodded her head vigorously compared to her thumb, and turned half-side and pointed to the tricycle with Martina lying down. She pointed her arms to the scorching sun in the sky, tilted her head, and exaggeratedly made it exposed to the sun. The act of coma comes.

Mia couldn't help but smile.

She understood that the undead lady was telling her that if she wears a lot, she will get sick like Martina.

She took off her clothes to the single clothes she wore when she was at home. The undead lady was very happy to communicate with her successfully, and began to compare her hands with the women who were in the car with Mia.

"It tells us not to dress too thick, or else we will get sick and hot like Martina." Mia mustered up the courage and offered to help speak, "They saved Martina and don't want us to be as sick as Martina."

On the way, female civilians basically wrap all the clothes that can be worn on their bodies, whether they are day or night.

It's not that these women are not afraid of heat, but that more than half of their teams are men.

Even old, weak or disabled men are threatening to them because they are also weak and most of them have vision problems.

They are the real bottom class, and they don't imagine how pure and kind the poor people are like those decent people who eat and do nothing all day long.

The women looked at each other for a while, did not object, and took off the thick clothes that made them quite uncomfortable.

At this moment, there are only a few men in their team, and these men are also arranged by the undead in the rear car of the team... They don't need to cover themselves so tightly.

"Ha!" Tang Jia akimbo triumphantly, turning his head to say to the friends, "Well, I still have a talent for languages? I convinced this group of NPCs in a few seconds!"

"Yes, yes, you are so talented." Yang Ying walked over with the tent cloth and smiled, "Send the NPC to get out of the car and move around the genius."

Behind the convoy, more than 200 meters away.

Confirming that the players are emotionally stable, Lowell breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered everyone to stand by and go to the team to see the situation.

The tricycle convoy was also resting. Some undead burned water on the simple stove set up, and some undead set up simple awnings on some of the tricycles.

Most of the civilians took off their thick clothing and moved cautiously in a small area.

Many people helped each other walk to the tricycle where the patient was lying, visited their fellow villagers, and whispered a few words to each other.

There are also some courageous women with barely useable eyesight, carefully and curiously looking at the undead, and even... take the initiative to get next to the undead who is setting up the tent, gesticulate and communicate awkwardly, wanting to help.

Rowell: "..."

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