Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Eighty Six

At 3:30 a.m. Earth time on October 30, and at 6 a.m. on July 28th, Earth time.

The darkest hour before dawn finally passed. The owner of the hotel closest to the alley on the main street of the town, tremblingly pulled a corner of the curtain, and looked out vigilantly.

This family hotel with only one section of the building facing the street is a two-story building with nine small rooms, each room is about the size of a club toilet...Of course, the cost of accommodation is also very cheap, one night Only ten copper coins, plus Mrs. Doyle’s handmade brown bread for breakfast, and Mrs. Doyle’s son-in-law’s daily fresh milk from the country.

The hotel run by the Doyles in a place like Westham has a very single customer base. All rooms are rented out in the form of weekly rent to prostitutes~women or men~prostitutes who have been swept out by high-end clubs, and they are allowed to bring the guests they solicited back for the night. The owner will not charge additional fees, and of course, there will be no additional gifts. The early portion.

From five o'clock in the morning, the commotion on the street outside alarmed the Doyles and his wife, especially the screams from the club next door, which almost didn't scare Mrs. Doyle out of a heart attack.

The six long-term tenants were also very frightened. Some of these tenants had the courage to open the window and look out. They were even more upset when they saw the crowds of skeletons in and out of the lover’s club next door. No one dared to stay alone. All crowded into the room of the owner and his wife.

When Mr. Doyle opened the corner of the curtain, the six tenants huddled together and shivering, like Mrs. Doyle, craned their necks.

The street outside looked nothing unusual, and it was not at all the same as it was when it was invaded by a band of thieves.

However, the Doyles and the six tenants who saw the street clearly through the morning sun did not feel at ease at all. On the contrary, one's face was more white than the other...

In the entire hotel, only the Doyle couple’s room can see the street scene on the street. In the dazzling and bright sunshine at the end of July, more than a dozen undead wearing fish scale armor, waist with steel knives, and large bags and small bags on their backs are coming. Mr. Yile passed under the window.

Trembling, Mr. Doyle lowered the curtains, turned his head stiffly, with a look of despair and horror on his face.

The expressions of the other seven are similar to his...

Although no one made a sound, everyone in this room knew that others must have the same idea as themselves-the night has passed, why are those terrible undead still there? !

"At dawn, all the dark creatures will inevitably retreat." Doesn't it always say the same about children's bedtime fairy tales or the legendary novels read by adults? !

"Ms. Gold Coin..." Mrs. Doyle shivered and raised her hand, covering most of her face. "What can I do, what can I do-dear, Chris should be here in a little while. The milk is delivered, what can I do?"

Chris is the son-in-law of the Doyles. He raises some cattle and sheep in the country. Every morning, he rides his tricycle bought from Inner Deli into the town to deliver milk.

Mr. Doyle shook his head, stood there for a while at a loss, and then pressed to the window unwillingly, and gently lifted the corner of the curtain again...

The group of skeletons that I saw before have not gone far, the entire collection is gathered at the street corner, shaking their heads and exchanging ideas.

Mr. Doyle held his chest in pain.

Lady Gold Coin-if this is a nightmare, let him wake up soon!

Mr. Doyle prayed desperately in his heart, but... the lady of his faith seemed to be determined to fight against him, only to hear a dense and messy "cha, chap" sound, and more undead ran into Doy. Mr. Er’s line of sight.

Mr. Doyle's eyes went dark, and he passed straight away.

"My dear?!" Mrs. Doyle exclaimed.

Miaobi Shenghua looked up to the second floor of Huipupu who had no signboard and only had a section facing the street, then turned to look at Qin Guan: "There are also NPCs in it?"

"Yes, but you can't enter." Qin Guan said, "Not only here, but there are also many street-facing buildings that are not allowed to enter. It is probably civilian residences that have nothing to do with our siege mission."

Miao Bisheng nodded: "It should be."

After she took the headquarters of the militia team in the fortified group, she rushed to the town hall and the police station. The town hall had the same characteristics as the militia headquarters. It was obvious and easy to find. They were hidden in a group of townhouses in the police station. However, I found a place after searching several places. During this period, I also encountered a situation where the system bounced a red letter warning when I wanted to forcibly break into a house.

In this situation, players have good acceptance. There is no doubt that the residences of the zombie NPCs and the high-level NPCs in Exile Town can't force them to break through. They are all used to it...

What they were waiting for at the entrance of the street was the non-entropy group. When they saw the wonderful pen making flowers, they waved hello without increasing entropy: "Sister Huahua, how do we divide the mission of "Capturing the Enemy"?"

Miaobi Shenghua nodded towards Ji Tang next to him, and said, "What do you think?"

"The results of each team are different, but everyone has contributed to the task. No one is drawing water. As previously scheduled, which team's results will belong to which team, I am afraid that there will be a dispute." Entropy did not increase and said frankly. .

Miaobi Shenghua looked straight, and concentrated his head.

This problem is also causing headaches for Miaobi... You should know that this game is only the number three hundred players. There is no saying that this group of players will be replaced next time if they don’t cooperate. If the distribution of benefits makes the players unhappy, then next time. It is difficult to pull the team up when there are large tasks.

Among other things, the fortified group first captured the 141 NPCs in the militia headquarters, and then raided the town hall and the police station, and intercepted three militia teams that had returned from patrols outside the town. There were at least three NPCs tied up. No. 400; If you want these results to be in the tough team, everyone else will definitely not do it-everyone pretends to be scary and restrains the banders. Don't talk nonsense, who works hard and works hard!

"Split equally." Ji Tang suggested, "Whether it is a capture mission, a rescue mission, or a seizure of trophies, all people will be pooled and divided equally. This is the least opinionated one."

Miao Bi Shenghua said "Uh", and his face was embarrassed.

She didn’t think so, but it was really difficult to implement——

Ji Tang knew what Miaobisheng was worried about, and said with a smile: "It's okay. Whoever thinks that he or she is not willing to hand over the seizures should be blacklisted and excluded from the next large-scale mission. By the way, we will notify everyone who has participated in it. The player of the task, let everyone know why this person was kicked out."

Wonderful pen gives birth to flowers & the entropy does not increase, silently, nodding all together...

It is true that there are few players so unity is very important. Similarly, if there are fewer players, it will be difficult for people who want to eat more and occupy more, because there is no way to change a place with a single shot.

The allocation mode is set, and the team leader’s brilliant pen will be used to send a notice on the team channel to notify the teams to count the "win results", and arrange for someone to return to the camp to notify the NPC to settle the settlement...

This team announcement system, which can only be issued by players with leader authority in the team mode, was temporarily added after the "siege" was started. The petty dog ​​planner also specifically indicated that it is limited to server capacity issues when issuing the yellow letter announcement." The “Team Notice” function is only open during the siege and will be closed after the siege is over.

This seemingly convenient temporary function for players still provokes players crazy complaints-won't the server load capacity not turn off idle maps that are useless! Instead of using the built-in chat, you will get a bunch of wilderness maps and eat resources. What's wrong with you? !

On the other side, Hal left Pansy to look at the camp, leading Tuttle and Jerome to drive in the dark, and appeared outside the town of Westham at dawn.

After intense discussion, Hal was desperate for the idea of ​​letting the undead cause Yang a big trouble. He turned to care about whether this mob of undead would be destroyed in a reckless attack-after all, they were stopped in the camp. There are dozens of tricycles. If the undead died, they wouldn't be able to ride back so many tricycles.

As for carrying vehicles and goods on the road... The idea appeared in his mind and Hal gave up. He has many brothers trapped in Tarantan. If he sees profit and abandons his brothers, it is hard to say Tuttle. , Pansy, Jerome, will the three people be at odds with him?

The moment they saw the town gate... Hal and others fell into silence.

The town gate of Westham is definitely not as majestic as the big city. A passageway that can accommodate three carriages in parallel between the two walls is considered to be a town gate; usually the town gate is completely open, only when the band of thieves strikes. Only then will the iron gates fixed on both sides of the city wall be pulled to the middle and closed with a winch.

As for curfews...doesn't exist, Westham's economy depends entirely on making a living at night. If any sheriff proposes to strictly enforce the curfew, he will definitely be taken away.

At this moment, in the early morning sun, in front of the town gate of Westham... several undead were standing generously.

Besides...under the walls on both sides of the town gate, there are dozens of dejected men in militia uniforms like the display radishes...

Hal, who was originally worried that the undead would be wiped out, instantly felt an unnamed anger rushing to the top of his head——

There are hundreds of people in the Westham Militia, plus the thugs from various brothels~houses, at least they can pull out thousands of powerful men!

With so many people, more than two hundred undead can be solved overnight, and even the town gate will be taken over by the undead-are you all pigs? !

Even if there are more than a thousand pigs, the undead can't catch them all in one night! !

What a shame! I'm ashamed of my home!

The Hal egg here is so painful that the player over there who is looking after the town gate is very happy to see them coming: "Here is here, here is the NPC!"

"Come to settle the mission, Halsan~~"

Hal: "..."

Jerome, who had just been stunned, changed his face and said nervously, "Well, I didn't bring those copper coins out. How many did you bring?"

Tuttle also became nervous: "Damn! It's a big trouble, I didn't bring it either!"

Jerome was very anxious: "What should I do? If you don't give enough copper coins for the settlement task, these undead will eat us raw!"

Tuttle's sweaty head: "Damn, who would have thought that these undead could really knock Westem down overnight?!"

Hal was very annoyed, but he also knew that if something went wrong in the settlement task, the consequences would be serious, so he had to say: "I'll drag them first, you guys go back and bring the copper coins."

Tuttle and Jerome didn't talk nonsense at all, turned around and ran...

Hal looked at their distant back, silently retracted his gaze, and walked towards the group of crazy undead with a generous and majestic expression...

The undead only have two ways to be enthusiastic about their mentors, one is when they receive tasks, and the other is when they hand in tasks.

Hal was supported by this group of undead spirits and entered the town. As soon as he saw the grandeur of a street in the famous red light district in the southern border where he had been twice... Hal's face almost split on the spot.

On the fairly straight street, from end to end, there are neatly arranged three rows of people who are **** with hands and feet, or have their heads downcast, or have a dumb or tranced expression.

These hapless guys are basically all adult men, with all physiques, ages, and appearances.

What's worse is that only a small part of these people are neatly dressed, most of them are not well-dressed, at least more than half of them only have a pair of underwear...

At a glance, you can see at least a few hundred and a half-fruit men. Most of the men in them are still very poorly built. They are either white, foamy fat or ribs-like dry flesh. This impression is really good. There's no one anymore—Hal only glanced at him, and he felt like he was going blind!

What’s even more painful is that Hal discovered that it’s not just the people on the street who were **** into pigs by the undead. With the help of his eyes here, he saw the undead lift up like pigs. People come...

"Hal, we have to hand in the task of "Capturing the Enemy" first. You nod the head." Miao Bishenghua came out from the crowd, representing the entire group of players to interact with Hal.

Hal, nodding numbly.

He didn't bother to ask why these undead gangs were even **** to make up the number, and it was the coins that Yang had to pay anyway, and he was heartbroken.

As for those people who nominally fell into their hands after paying out the coins, just throw them to Rex for headaches!

When Hal was indiscriminately counting the heads, he was in the wilderness more than fifty kilometers away from the Westham branch.

Yang Qiu, who rushed all night, used the branding matrix to confirm that the "prisoner of war" had started the "handover" procedure, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief...

The players were heartlessly playing super dark skin, but he was heartbroken here.

While on the road, he acts as an online GM, monitors more than two hundred two-Kind-like players in the same process, keeps warning of players who may be "violent" with scarlet letters, and frantically fixes BUG that may be exposed at any time in "siege missions"— —The level of exhaustion is even worse than when he planned to sneak into the Holy Land of the Lieyang Church!

Especially the crazy brothel~When the owner of the house rushed out to fight the players, if he didn’t patch them in time and warned the players to hack the guy to death, he would lose 100 points of domain prestige income. Hacked.

As for the players being able to win Westham overnight, Yang Qiu was not too surprised at this point.

Two hundred and twenty-six undead soldiers with certain combat effectiveness, excellent discipline relative to this world, and fearless of pain or death, organized and planned attacks on a small town at night. The undead is not only here. It comes with "intimidation", "mental deterrence", "mental insanity" and other passive concealing BUFFs. It also wittily used its own expertise during the attack and adopted a multi-strike strategy to separate the battlefield... It is normal to have this result. .

Even if the opponent's theoretical force is more than five times that of the player, it is completely useless if they can't quickly organize an effective counterattack. At this point, the action plan of the two brainpowered sister players to drop the militia headquarters should be the first credit.

If the players didn't care about the militia, the key force of the defending military, but instead rushed to the red light district to make trouble... Then this siege must not end so quickly, maybe it's still seeing the saw now.

However, this does not mean that the players’ first battle is completely completed. There are still many hidden dangers that have not yet been resolved. Yang Qiu must rush to Westham as soon as possible to preside over the scene, otherwise...not to mention the nearby Inner City Garrison Now, the slip of the net of the militia can bring big trouble to the players.

The most important thing is-using the crazy patching "appraisal technique", Yang Qiu borrowed the hands of the players to ransack the brothels in secret ~ the owner of the house and the love seekers have dozens of kilograms of gold coins and gold ornaments! If you don't rush this batch of gold, Yang Qiu is not at ease!

The artworks of other worlds lack the historical sedimentation of the recognition of the people of the earth, and are worthless. The silver coins and copper coins circulating in the human nations are of no use to Yang Qiu. The silver and copper transactions on the earth are calculated by a ton, and Fei Nao has worked hard to toss. Can't make a few dollars, only gold is hard currency!

Starting with this batch of gold, even if he let him feed the entire town of Westham with thousands of mouths without pressure, it is not a problem at all to occupy this town as a stronghold and expand the territory of Tarantan!

He couldn't help turning his head to observe Yang Qiu's black robe monitoring Rowell, his expression getting more and more...

The caster never prayed to the gods. He believed that no matter how badly the black mage acted, he would not degenerate into a cult~ the cultist, that’s it... this kind of thing is really abnormal. In less than ten hours, the exhaustion was completely different from that of a high-level spellcaster, and it suddenly became excited like a wrong potion—I don't understand! He really didn't understand what he was thinking in his head!

"Are you okay? Yang?" Seeing that they have been eating and drinking for a long time, Supervisor Lowell expressed his concern.

"Of course." Yang Qiu smiled and nodded to the black robe supervisor, "In fact, I have good news that I want to share with you, respectable supervisor."

"Hmm... I don't know what the good news is?" Lowell inspected cautiously.

"Our undead friends, saved Westham." Yang Qiu smiled like a spring breeze.

Rowell: "..."

He tried to understand the meaning of these words, his mouth twitched, and he said more cautiously: "You mean... the Tarantan undead captured Westham?"

"It's salvation." Yang Qiu sternly corrected the wrong wording of the black robe supervisor, and said seriously, "Perhaps you have also heard of Westem's alias, respectable supervisor, this place was just an ordinary border a few decades ago. In the small town, there has been a blasphemous nickname of "men’s paradise" over the years. I’m really surprised that the Gold Coin Church doesn’t care about it."

Rowell: "..."

There is nothing more weird than hearing a black mage say the word "blasphemy against the gods"... But Yang mocked the Gold Coin Church, and he really couldn't say anything about the prosperous church.

"You can't imagine the tragedy of the people there, respectful supervision." Yang Qiu said pityingly, "Young men and women came to this place involuntarily, losing their dignity and freedom, and being manipulated like a fish on a chopping board. Many people are infected with indecent diseases, and many people don’t even live to be thirty years old... This shouldn’t be their fate. I think so, what do you think?”

Rowell: "..."

Why should the people of the prosperous church care about the jurisdiction of the gold coin church-such words Rowell must not be able to say.

Lowell could only endure a strong sense of disobedience, and nodded awkwardly in agreement: "You are right."

The more hypocritical a pseudo-civilized society, the better is the banner of political correctness-as long as the political correctness does not really interfere with the interests of the upper class.

Yang Qiu was talking about the border cities of the Rhine Kingdom, and the damage was the gold coin church. He couldn't fight with the black robe of Rowell, a prosperous church, so Rowell certainly couldn't refute it.

Yang Qiu smiled and nodded, becoming more upright and compassionate: "Our undead friends have lost their lives. They understand the value of life better than the living. They can't bear so many people being trampled on like poultry. They Did what they were supposed to do."

"Next, it's our turn to do what we should do. We can't let our undead friends despise it. I think you think so too, respectful supervisor."

Rowell suddenly returned to his senses: "???"

You wait for me——! !

Who is "we" with you? ! You lunatic don't take me! !

Lowell monitors the roar deep in his heart.

But... On the bright side, he just watched in horror at the black mage who was riding an undead horse with him in a daze.

Yang Qiu looked firm and looked at him with a very trusting look, seemingly convinced that Rowell would never object.

Rowell: "..."

Is it too late for him to regret it now? It's good to drink tea and rice every day in exile...

When Yang Qiulian coaxed him to weld Rowell to the chariot, he was in the town of Westham.

In the Valentine's Club, Ms. Shirley and more than twenty waitresses stood on the side of the hall blankly, watching the skeletons go in and out, and carry out the guests **** as dead pigs in each room.

A few minutes ago, when the skeletons entered the club again, Shirley and her colleagues were frightened and screamed collectively to escape to the toilet.

But the skeletons just glanced at them curiously and ignored them. Instead, they made the group of decent waitresses who are usually decent among Westham's prostitutes a bit embarrassed...

Next, these skeletons regarded them as non-existent, and entered the room one by one, carrying the guests away one by one, as if they were nodding their heads...

More than a dozen guests, including chefs, thugs, managers, and 20 people were all carried away. The skeletons exchanged "KABAKABA" with each other and quit the club, ignoring their group of women.

The waitresses collectively turned around silently, looking at the neatly arranged and embarrassed guest thugs on the street outside the window, and became even more silent...

"What are they...what are they doing?" a very young waitress asked in confusion.

"...I don't know." Ms. Shirley said stiffly.

She was also puzzled as to why the group of undead still wandered in the street after dawn... But since these undead didn't mean to hurt them, they didn't have to rush to escape for the time being.

No one knows how dark this world is better than these waitresses. Women like them, even if they escape this nightmare street, will not be in any better situation.

The waitresses didn't understand what the skeletons were doing, but... it didn't prevent them from willing to see such a scene.

Even in high-end clubs like lovers, there is no hostess who has not suffered the humiliation, bullying, or even assault of the guests-the guests who have paid a lot of money to sell them always have the mentality of trying to recover the cost, and they rarely take them. Treat it as a living person who needs to be respected.

These men who are usually invincible, brave and show off their fists riding on them, are dragged to the street like pigs and sheep for exhibition, and they are counted as goods by the skeletons... Such pictures, they can't see enough.

Not to mention that the bosses who treat them completely as dead are also among them... The refreshing feeling is simply indescribable.

After standing and watching for a while, a waitress pulled the chair over and sat down to take a look.

After a while, they dragged the sofa to the window...

After seven o’clock, when Rex and a group of players who had received a task to ride a tricycle arrived in Westham, almost all the prostitutes ~ women and men ~ prostitutes on the town street appeared by the window, admiring the street with relish. A spectacular event that has never been seen before...

Ossirian, Lika, and Young Brook, who returned to Westham with the three-wheeled convoy, have not closed their mouths since they entered the town gate.

The only embarrassing person is Mia, an unmarried girl, and the half~guo~ guys on the street are so embarrassed that they don’t know where to put her.

Rex asked the players to park their tricycles on the open space near the town gate, get out of the car, look up at the very unhealthy people in the buildings on both sides of the street, silently waiting for the settlement of money and waiting impatiently. Players issued cooking tasks...

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