Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Sixty Two

Lowell Supervisor stood barefoot on the roof of the town hall, silently watching the undead who were "rushing" two streets away.

The unwearied and sleepless undead are equally noisy day and night.

Hmm...maybe more than just noise...

After a few days of contact, Rowell no longer took it for granted that these undead belonged to the monsters that must be eliminated, but... if you say that you are friendly to these undead, that doesn't count as good.

The extremely high aggressiveness of these special undead currently seems to be only aimed at the monsters and themselves. It seems to be safe for living people, but if the town of exile is not a small town in an isolated place, but a nearby town. If the Principality was Canada, Rowell would definitely not be able to sleep.

Lowell believes that there will not be any wise race settlement willing to be neighbors with this group of undead.

Even if you won’t be attacked, being active day and night is enough to be annoying...

This is also a place that Rowell is very difficult to understand-Black Mage Yang, what is the purpose of summoning these undead?

If it is to create undead natural disasters, these "Talantan Undead" are not chaotic enough and aggressive enough.

If you want to manage the territory, then these "Talantan Undead" are too disorderly and chaotic, and too aggressive...

Combining observations along the way and what he saw and heard after arriving in the town of exile, Rowell came to the conclusion: Yang, a black magician who didn't know what he was thinking, had gathered a group of special undead, a group of Lawless criminals of unknown origin, a group of old, weak, sick and disabled who have been abandoned by human society, played home in Tarantan, a negligent and inaccessible person.

…This conclusion is very unbelievable, but Lowell thought about it and couldn’t find a more reasonable explanation…

But even if you pinch your nose and believe this conclusion, there are still many things that don't make sense.

First of all, this extravagant "play house" game requires a lot of material support.

Not to mention the well-made all-metal tricycles that the undead can squander at will, the food that the living people eat, the piles of building materials that can be seen everywhere in the exile town, Rowell can calculate that these materials can at least be hollowed out. The family of a baron.

Yang, a high-ranking black magician, smashed financial and material resources of this scale, just to play the game of territory building in the depths of the wasteland like Tarantan?

It doesn't make sense!

Secondly, as far as Rowell knew, he had no idea that the Lieyang Church Inquisition would give up the hunt for the "Nightmare Butcher".

Sixty years ago, that crazy guy not only assassinated the four cardinals of the Lieyang Church, but also destroyed the Holy Land Vault of Lieyang Church, causing several sealed artifacts to become invalid.

The secret library is the foundation of the church.

Sealed artifacts are defensive items required for priests to advance. Its effect is similar to the potions necessary for the caster to advance, and its stability is more reliable than potions.

This hatred can't be resolved by anyone.

The gentlemen of Camor Town are indeed loyal believers of the Goddess of Prosperity, but if they cannot accept the reconciliation between the Crusaders’ cavalry and the “enemies”, then there is a high possibility that they will send someone to inform the Lieyang Church. Rowell does not believe that such a simple causal relationship would be unexpected to Yang.

By then, how will Yang protect this small town that cannot be moved under the anger of the Lieyang Church?

Rely on these undead?

impossible.

These undead are too weak.

Rowell sees it thoroughly. Although these undead also know how to use the tricks of professional powerhouses, they are still far inferior to serious professional powerhouses.

If it weren't for the high-ranking black mage like Yang Yang, Rowell himself wouldn't make a move, his cavalry team would be able to destroy these undead with a single charge.

Only relying on these undead, Yang smashed the family in this place will never be able to protect.

Unless... Yang has other means.

Then the question is coming again-since Yang is not afraid of the anger of the Lieyang Church and confident that he can hold the property that cannot be moved, why should he play his inexplicable territory in a place like Tarantan? game? !

If a high-level magician wants to obtain a ready-made territory and a leader, wouldn't it be over if he finds a settlement and repairs the tower of the wizard?

If you can earn a high-level magician by paying for a village and settlement, the nobles of any country will not refuse.

Where there is a mage tower, it is easy to gather popularity—the Brook City-state was established because the members of the spellcaster organization "Mage Tower" concentrated on building the mage tower in one place, which attracted a large number of civilians to depend on it.

Lowell is really hard to understand even if he wants to break his head...

"Squeak—" Yang Qiu pushed open the gate of the town hall and walked out, turned around, and looked up at the black robe monitor who was climbing up in the middle of the night.

Rowell: "..."

"Yean." Yang Qiu nodded slightly.

"Yean." Rowell nodded slightly in return, squatted down, and jumped off the roof.

The ascetic monks in the church have good physique and physical abilities, and they are different from the casters who rely on mental energy to feed back. They are trained by themselves... If it is forbidden, three spellcasters side by side will not be enough for one ascetic monk. hit.

Alfred Lowell is one of the top ascetics of the prosperous church. Don’t look at the white face, the body under the tattered black robe can be called a thousand tempered, and the three-meter-high roof jumped down without even staggering. With it, it's as stable as going down a step.

"Even if night falls, our undead friends can dispel the haze brought by the darkness for us." Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Of course, it will inevitably have some negative effects of disturbing cleanliness, but in places like Tarantan, Such excitement is necessary."

Rowell: "..."

During the three days of contact with the black magician, Rowell learned the biggest lesson that he should not be able to master the rhythm of the conversation, otherwise he will be distorted by the endless waves of fallacies that cannot see the limit...

"Although I don't have any research on black magicians, I still have some understanding of the habits of undead creatures. I can understand the habits of undead creatures." Rowell didn't follow Yang Qiu's words. Instead, he started the conversation slightly more strongly, "I'm just a little curious, this small town really looks like a small town."

Yang Qiu couldn't help but smile.

Obviously, the black-robed supervisor didn't think highly of the town of exile...just like it, but it's not a real town.

"Monitor Rowell, what do you think a real small town should look like?" Yang Qiu was not eager to distinguish it at all, so he took it easy.

Rowell was silent and said, "I think that a real town should be able to see the future."

"'City' is just a term, respectful supervision." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "The industrial and commercial settlements of a certain scale with non-agricultural population as the mainstay are towns. It does not refer to a certain person or a certain group of people. It is a kind of settlement term that is different from the countryside. It is not a rational statement to talk about whether a certain town can be long and have a future. What future can a town have? It is just some masters who think that they are brought into towns, and treat themselves to themselves. Personal future anxiety spreads to others for no reason."

Lowell's brows wrinkled: "Even as you said, the sustainability and growth of the settlement still depends on whether the people who live here can continue and grow, and naturally they can talk about the future."

"When an irresistible disaster strikes a small town, will the people in the town choose to flee more or coexist and die with the town?" Yang Qiu said calmly.

Rowell: "Uh..."

"When there are good things, talk about ideals and talk about the future, and when there are bad things, we will find a way out. Even from such a realistic standpoint, we still have to make a fuss about the future of the town and try to bind all the people living together to obey someone. Or the will of a certain group of people, this is not very decent." Yang Qiu smiled and said, "Assuming that the town we are talking about is Camor Town, when Camor Town encounters a crisis of destruction, it usually represents Camor Town and symbolizes it. With respect to the decent people in Carmor, how many people would be willing to protect Carmor at all costs, even if they sacrifice their lives?"

Lowell, fell silent...

Yang Qiu made a great deal and continued: “Of course, it’s not impossible to discuss issues with a perceptual attitude. Let’s continue to assume that the topic of our discussion is Carmore’s town. For Carmore, it’s the best. What is the future? There is no doubt that the textile industry, a pillar industry, can make a lot of money."

"When I first went to Camor Town more than a hundred years ago, there was only one Kamor Weaver's Union, and there were about 4,000 weavers. Now, more than a hundred years later, there are two Kamor Weaver's Unions. There are more than 10,000 households. When I visited Mr. Mayor, I requested to read the cotton cloth transaction volume of Carmore last year. The number of cotton cloth shipments last year alone was five times that of the first time I visited Carmore. ."

Speaking of this, Yang Qiu paused specially, smiling more gently: "Many magnificent buildings have been added to the main street, and the gentlemen’s residences are more luxurious. Many people have beautiful thoroughbred horses and expensive Kenyan hounds. The costumes are more exquisite, and even the study maid’s uniforms are made of silk and lace. It can be seen that the town of Camor is indeed...very “future”."

Rowell's skin starts to twitch...

"But this kind of'future' seems to be limited to the main street." Yang Qiu calmly said something that gave Rowell vaguely foreboding. "The back streets and alleys and Zhihu districts where more than 90% of the population live, except for more. Apart from being crowded, it is no different from a hundred years ago. Since more than 90% of the residents are not eligible to benefit from the future of cities and towns, how much value does this'future' really have to talk about?"

Rowell: "..."

He knew very well that the black magician was talking about his fallacies and fallacies again, but the fallacies of the goose were too reasonable and well-founded, and he just couldn't refute them.

After struggling, Lowell decided to take a risk: "So, what do you think is worth talking about?"

"Future." Yang Qiu said with a smile.

Rowell: "???"

"It is not the so-called'city of the future', but the future of the people who live here. Cities are dead, but talents are alive. Cities and towns appear for the convenience of people to live together, and cities and towns serve the residents. This is the main cause and effect. The relationship cannot be reversed."

Yang Qiu smiled and said: "I understand what you are suspicious, Lowell monitors. You think that a group of old and weak who were abandoned by Camor cannot live in Tarantan for a long time. There is no hope, and the facts are true. What you see, a group of old and weak civilians, how can they see hope here and how can they have a future? This is simply impossible, right?"

"Not bad." Rowell finally had a place to speak, "If it weren't for the supplies you provided, these civilians would definitely not last a few days, and you would never have been able to keep them."

Yang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

Without Yang Qiu's explanation, Rowell's face became stiff...he found out that he had said something wrong.

This guy in front of him is a lunatic who dared to talk to Lieyang for something that has nothing to do with him. He has been doing so for decades, raising these civilians for more than ten years until they die of old age. This guy definitely did it. of.

"Of course I can't keep them forever." Yang Qiu himself denied Rowell's guess, "Or, I don't think that these people who have worked for extremely low pay for a lifetime need me to raise them. I need What they did was to provide them with a chance to support themselves, nothing more."

Players will not be satisfied with the two "main cities" of Exile Town and Desolate Stronghold. If a game cannot continue to open new maps, it is impossible to talk about the life of the game.

To open more "main cities", you need to build more "main cities".

Players have limited patience with the task of moving bricks. The freshness can support the players to persist for half a month, one month, or even two months or three months. After a long time, the players will rebel.

Before the player rebels, enough "NPCs" must be found to inherit the work of moving bricks.

The first batch of "civilian NPCs" Tarantan received, in addition to subtly establishing the function of understanding that "NPCs also need player protection" for the players, they also have the meaning of playing "golden horse bones" routines.

A group of old and weak who have been abandoned by human society can be fattened by generous Tarantans and raised enough to be able to support themselves and live a life with guaranteed food and clothing. Then, healthy civilians will resist Tarantan's solicitation?

As for the problem of the Lieyang Church... it's really not a big problem.

If this group of guys procrastinated a little and only came to the door after Yang Qiu was promoted to the Great Mage, then naturally there is nothing to say, just flat push.

If this group of guys come early and Yang Qiu can’t even push before being promoted, then the magic circle is opened. Yang Qiu uses himself as a power bank to open the infinite resurrection mode for the players, and still push flat...

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