National Games: Hang up from the zombie apocalypse

Chapter 798 Disguise
The game prompt is refreshed again.

[Reminder: Players need to upgrade their next level - first-order fusion evolution crystal * 999, second-order fusion evolution crystal * 100].

[Reminder: The player has obtained the fusion crystal formula (untradeable after fusion), and the fusion requires three different colors of the same evolutionary crystal].

really.

At the beginning of the upgrade, you need a semi-fused crystal, this time you need a full fusion crystal.

Fang Heng predicted the need for an upgrade, and came a step ahead of the end of the wasteland.

This wave is not bad, the plan is slightly changed, and the low-level crystals are also brushed.

It's all easy.

The next step is to mine first.

Fang Heng took the shovel and pickaxe out of his backpack and threw them on the ground.

The zombie avatars quickly picked up the tools on the ground, walked silently into the depths of the mine, and started digging.

[Hint: The player's zombie avatar unearthed useless gravel].

[Hint: The player's zombie avatar dug up useless rubble...].

[Hint: The player has dug low-level ore... The experience value of the player's master-level digging skill +1, the player's geological exploration skill experience value +1].

Game prompts popped up line by line.

Fang Heng soon realized that this mine was a sinkhole!
Ore shipments are surprisingly low.

I can't pay back at all.

No wonder there were no other players in the mine.

Fang Heng couldn't help but yawned again.

Forget it, let's hang out tonight and find a better place tomorrow.

Fang Heng stood aside, waiting quietly.

The zombie clones did not wear protective clothing. They were affected by radiation, and their blood volume gradually decreased.

Until it drops to [-]%, the undead effect is triggered and immune to damage.

In the case of such serious injuries, the zombie avatars are still working hard to mine, waving the mining picks vigorously
"It seems that the radiation effect is physical damage, and the next step is ore transportation..."

Fang Heng looked at the working zombie clones and muttered softly.

He turned on the Survival Radio and asked Mo Jiawei to quickly buy 30 sets of protective clothing and send them over.

About an hour later, in the mining area.

This time, Fang Heng brought two hundred zombie clones and one hundred lickers from the wasteland world back to life.

Mo Jiawei also came over with a batch of pickaxes and stood aside to watch.

The originally empty mine was crowded with so many zombie clones, it was quite spectacular.

Fang Heng manipulated the Licker to gradually explore outwards and clean up the surrounding area to ensure the safety of the mining area.

The remaining zombie clones continue to collect materials, make simple tools and mine.

Then, Mo Jiawei put out the [-] protective suits that he exchanged earlier.

Thirty zombie clones put on a thick layer of protective clothing.

Mo Jiawei walked up to the fully dressed zombie avatar, and smacked his lips.

"Well, not bad."

Low-level protective clothing is rough and heavy, with additional equipment redundancy. After wearing it, it not only wraps the player tightly, but also restricts the player from making many actions.

There are also benefits.

Like now.

Protective clothing is an excellent camouflage.

In the dark night, after wearing protective clothing, the zombie avatars seemed to be unaware of ordinary people except that they walked staggeringly.

"Fang Heng, do it."

"it is good."

As Fang Heng said, he controlled thirty well-dressed zombie avatars, each carrying a sack of ore on their backs, and walked behind Mo Jiawei.

"Come on, let's send the ore back."

Mo Jiawei gave Fang Heng an ok gesture, and led the zombies back the same way.

All the way safe and sound.

The zombies carrying heavy loads came outside the safe zone shelter, and the zombie avatars threw the ores on the ground one after another.

The long-awaited new players came out of the darkness.

"Great God! It's awesome!"

"Amazing, someone really delivered the goods..."

It was too dark, and the new players couldn't see clearly, and they didn't even think that the tool man who moved the ore would be a zombie. They just thought that it would be good to earn contribution points by doing such a simple job.

This game does not seem to be as difficult as the teachers in the school said.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go, work faster, it's your extra performance."

"The boss is mighty!"

Carrying the sack, the players are responsible for carrying the last part of the journey, putting the ore into the backpack, and those who can't fit it directly carry the sack behind them and send it back to the safe zone.

Mo Jiawei nodded in satisfaction, and returned to the safe area of ​​the shelter with the newcomers carrying supplies, and began to deliver the task.

In the lobby, many players noticed the dozen or so newcomers led by Mo Jiawei, and watched them carry their bags to the Bird of Prey commission office.

There was a little doubt in his eyes.

Soon, the players all looked away.

Dig basic ore, the lowest level of labor.

That's more than enough to make ends meet most of the time, let alone submit the ore directly to Raptor.

Blood loss in blood loss.

There is no way, this is the fate of offending the Raptor company.

[Hint: You submitted 64 units of basic ore, and you get 320 contribution points].

ox!Get the first pot of gold!

Mo Jiawei waved his fist excitedly, feeling quite self-made.

The other dozen or so rookie players also felt good, looking at Mo Jiawei with burning eyes.

It's agreed, the whole team has a [-]% commission!
Liver it all night!

"Boss, are you still going?"

"Of course continue!"

Everything went well, Mo Jiawei immediately decided to increase output!
He made an estimate, spent all the contribution points he had just obtained, and continued to invest in the trading area to buy carts, protective clothing, and the much-needed Raptor company's advanced multi-functional mining pick.

This thing is hundreds of times more efficient than the mining picks that the zombies get from local materials.

Continue to increase output...

Mo Jiawei was in high spirits.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!
……

"yawn……"

In the mine, Fang Heng, who controlled the work of the zombie clones, yawned.

Feeling a bit tired.

The Raptor Company will be handed over to Mo Jiawei.

trustworthy.

Taking out a simple bed, Fang Heng lay down on it, and closed his eyes directly in the game to recover his energy.

In short, I decided to hang up here tonight, and look at it later tomorrow to find the next spawn point.

The Sinking Corridor has been dragged down recently, and there are many things to do, so the game should try to hang up as much as possible.

"Boss Fang! Boss Fang,"

Fang Heng just closed his eyes and was dazed for a while, when he was woken up by Mo Jiawei who rushed back.

Mo Jiawei hurried back to the mining area with a lot of supplies, and when he saw Fang Heng lying on the bed and resting, he became anxious immediately.

How can this work?

The employees under him are all rolled up, how can you rest as a boss?

"Fang Heng, hurry up, there are new products here, and I got a lot of shovels and tools, I think, we need to adjust the production line, my god, you have to listen to me..."

(End of this chapter)