My Players' Second Playthrough

"The world is still half a year away from destruction. If we, the toilet-hungry ones, come early, don't we have a chance to save the world?"

"What is Iron Wall City?"

"No wonder it's clearly called a nostalgic game, but it's called "Glory Crusade". It turns out there is real glory to strive for. I'm fed up with the underworld filter of "Desperate Crusade"."

"Can't wait any longer! How many places will be available for the next batch of closed beta tests? Is there any news?"

"The world is about to be destroyed, and it's useless for you to only show ten players!"

"Fast forward to Brother Shenxu giving an order, and millions of war gods descended from the sky."

The novice tutorial in the warehouse lasted for more than an hour, but under the acceleration effect of the helmet's triple brain area, Blue Star's real time only passed 20 minutes.

Even so, the terrifying popularity of "Glory Expedition" has attracted more than 2 million viewers in Qian Peng's live broadcast room.

If he hadn't been in the habit of thanking each other for rewards and gifts before the live broadcast ended, he would probably have stopped talking.

With such a large audience, it is naturally impossible for all of them to be veteran players of "Expedition".

Qian Peng, who considers himself to be more serious and more strategy-oriented, decided to introduce this to the new audience after a little thought:

"Let me introduce it to you first."

"Iron Wall City is the place where the third-level job [Profane Scroll Master] changes."

"Of course, there are other professions that need to be advanced here, but I don't know much about them."

"This city belongs to the Thirteen Cities Alliance. It is the map updated in the second major version of "Desperate Expedition OL". The main monsters are level 50-60 wraiths and crazy machines in hidden areas underground."

"After completing the task in the subway station, players can appease the desperate soul, and then by touching the [warm memories] left by the soul, they can reach the Iron Wall City in the memory of the soul, and transfer to advanced professions in the memory. Task."

As he spoke, Qian Peng took a deep breath and said with emotion:

"The old version of the city was completely destroyed, and most of the job transfer tasks can only be carried out from the memories of the deceased."

"After all, the NPCs in this game are basically dead. Even if a few survivors appear in the new map, most of them will die before the end of the version."

"But now Iron Wall City is still there, the previous job transfer strategy is, fuck -"

Halfway through his words, Qian Peng suddenly said something rude. He seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked the veteran players in the live broadcast room:

"You said, since this game is played in a 'real world', wouldn't it be possible to save NPCs who would otherwise die?"

“For example, my wife—ice cream?”

After hearing Qian Peng's speculation, the already dense barrage in the live broadcast room was instantly covered by the "wife" filling the screen.

"Your wife? My wife!"

"Who is the ice cream again?"

"The cover character of the 90-level version, the Saint of the Salvation Army trapped in history, my beloved wife, white silk is sweeter than ice cream."

"It's in line with porridge etiquette."

"Ice Cream is the character I find most difficult to live with. She didn't have to die."

"When I qualify for the game, I will find the ice cream, jump on it and inhale it."

“The rain won’t keep falling, but the head will.”

Qian Peng was also very excited. He paced back and forth and said:

"Wait, brothers, calm down first!"

"I want to find something to test first to see if this is really the 'real world'. If the changes I make to the world are not remade after a week, it means that saving the ice cream is feasible."

"Then, the next problem is [Master-level Curse-Removing Potion]. The recipe and material location of the potion are available online. The problem is that you need a master-level pharmacist."

"It's definitely too late to practice by yourself. You have to find the corresponding NPC."

"Finally, my [Ember] is no longer needed. No matter how good the plan is, it can only kill a few low-level bosses. I can use it to save the ice cream on the day."

He was excitedly planning a plan to save the ice cream, completely forgetting that "ice cream" was SS.

…………

"Recruit wasteland guides, and you can get 50 contribution points by passing the inspection. Subsequent rewards will depend on your contribution... How about this?"

Iron Wall City, outer city wall, exploration guild.

The middle-aged Argonian bowed slightly, looked at the flyer in the dwarf's hand, and nodded.

"Medium, there should be a chance to leave the city, but what's the point of contributing points?"

"Something to redeem your identity."

The dwarf spread his hands, obviously not interested in the reward.

This combination of a dragon and a dwarf attracted the attention of many people nearby.

The Argonian wore a long sword and looked like a weathered swordsman.

The dwarf also looked confident.

They look great, but there is no energy fluctuation in these two people, which shows that they are not even Bronze-level extraordinary beings.

Judging from the shiny beard maintained by the Yalong people, this is probably a pampered Dragon Master.

Have you come to the border to play coserplay?

But the two of them were wearing street stall goods that cost less than 10 yuan, and they didn't look like rich people.

The two walked into the Discovery Guild's building, handed the flyer to the front desk, and stated their intention.

"Do you want to be a guide?"

The half-orc female receptionist put down her nail clippers, took a closer look at "Is it drawing a sword, not Iai", and then said:

"Come with me."

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Without making any registration, she took the two of them to the office at the back and said to the scar-faced man inside:

"Fagan, these two people from outside the city want to be guides. Please review them."

After saying that, she left the two of them behind and walked back to the counter without looking back.

The human male named Fagan put away his mobile phone, put his legs down from the table, glanced at the two of them reluctantly, then pulled out a questionnaire and asked fluidly:

"Are you from outside the city?"

"Um."

"Do you have faith?"

"No."

"Can you read?"

"...literate and able to write."

"Which area are you familiar with?"

"The entire Broken Sword Valley is very familiar."

"Heh." Fagan sneered, tapped the map hanging on the wall behind him, and asked, "Do you know what's here?"

"I don't want to pay liquidated damages." After just one glance, he blurted out: "Profane mask, deep boulders, mottled spiders, there will be evil scouts at night, and the nearby woods produce short-legged mushrooms and glowing moss."

Hearing this, Fagan sat up straight, looked back at the map for a while, selected another direction and said, "Where is this place?"

"Netherworld fire, swarms of poisonous mosquitoes, hopping wolves, some plots of land have hidden heat traps, and occasionally rare and malicious fire spirits will spawn." "I don't want to pay liquidated damages," he said immediately.

"Another student boy here to dig for gold." Fagan spread his hands and leaned back on the chair with an expression of "what can I do?"

He put away the form and said to the two of them:

"Let's talk first. Ever since that thing in the sky disappeared ten days ago, the wasteland outside the city has never stopped."

"All the exploration groups were like crazy. Half of them didn't come back after they went out."

"If you are here for the Divine Fragments, I can arrange a private recruitment team for you. If you don't contribute anything, you can negotiate what kind of remuneration you can get."

"If you want to go through the formal channels, then go out and register, then go home to nurse, wait until the review is passed in six months, and then come back with the report."

The Argonian and the dwarf looked at each other, coughed slightly, and said in the ancient dragon's unique voice: "Can you tell me what the fragment of divinity you are talking about is?"

"Even the big shots in the Scroll Group don't know, how do I know?" Feigen said.

This answer is quite normal. "It's about drawing a sword, not Iai." So I had to open the button and send the information I just got to the group to see what other people got.

"Maybe it's a fragment of Apophis." Fagan suddenly said: "It was uploaded on the Internet, saying that the evil god who had been lying on the barrier for thousands of years died ten days ago."

He was stared at coldly by the Argonian's date-core pupils for a long time. Even though he knew that the other party was not a transcendent, he was still a little frightened.

"It's about drawing a sword, not Iai." He hummed. He had already thought about becoming an unpredictable dragon swordsman when he pinched his face.

Therefore, when communicating with the NPC, he speaks fluent Mandarin.

"Well, don't worry about the risks, arrange for me to arrange a private equity team that will leave the city recently."