Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Earth time, November [-]th, Friday, is the auction day that players are thinking about.

Yang Qiu, who rested on the earth plane for more than ten hours, returned to the other world plane at four o'clock in the morning that day. A corrupt monster with a strong smell.

This corrupt monster was lying on the rocky beach he had borrowed to advance, probably because he had never expected a space-time rift, and was staring blankly at Yang Qiu.

"Is it another fallen person?" Yang Qiu looked at the monster that could no longer see the human form, and saw the real body of the monster from the blood-red pupils intertwined with spirituality and madness, shook his head, and raised his hand gently with a wave.

The corrupt monster lying motionless, its body as huge as a baby elephant disintegrated quickly, scattered like black sand.

The time agreed with Rowell's supervision is three days (outside world time), and now it has been delayed to the fifth day (outside world time), and I don't know if Rowell has been driven crazy by the players—hesitated Next, Yang Qiu temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​finding a few tool people in the Sorensen Mountains, summoned the undead lizards, and returned to Westem.

After meeting Rowell...Yang Qiu was not surprised to see a numb and resentful face.

"You're late." Rowell said expressionlessly.

"Sorry, it took longer than I thought to recover." Yang Qiu said apologetically, "Is it going well these days?"

"It depends on how you define the so-called smooth." Rowell remained expressionless, "Like Rex being questioned by someone from Bartley's family, or a mercenary group crossing the border to get a ticket. thing--"

"What did you say?" Yang Qiu's eyes lit up.

Rowell frowned and said, "The Bartleis family sent a haughty butler to question Rex's disrespect for the Innatrix City Defense Army..."

Yang Qiu waved his hand and said, "Don't pay attention to such trivial things, I mean, there is a mercenary group trying to do bad things in Westem?"

"Small matter... okay." Rowell twitched the corner of his mouth, "Three spies from the mercenary group who claimed to be their employer, Pathfinder, sneaked into the town and were captured by... your undead, and me, and are now locked up in the militia. .”

"I'll go and have a look." Yang Qiu got up with bright eyes.

Rowell: "..."

For some reason, the black-robed inspector suddenly felt that being ransacked by the undead didn't seem to be the worst thing for those mercenaries...

"By the way." Yang Qiu took two steps and turned his head, took out a box from the interspatial ring, "I once promised to give you some interesting gifts from different planes, to express my gratitude, please accept this .”

Rowell: "??"

Rowell watched as Yang Qiu took out a weird flat-shaped object (that is, a tablet computer) with glass on one side and metal on the other side from a small small box, and took out a wire wrapped in white rubber, and connected it to the weird flat-panel. The other end is plugged into the plugboard that the mayor of the undead came to pull the wire.

Yang Qiu calmly turned on the tablet in front of Rowell, and taught Rowell the simple operations, mainly how to click on the only playback software APP, how to select episodes, how to pause playback, shut down and restart, and how to use the Simple Accessibility...

Giving Rowell a low-priced tablet that he bought on Pinshaoshao that can only watch pre-stored TV series, Yang Qiu is gearing up to pick up tools...

Rowell looked at Yang Qiu's leaving back in confusion, and then at the small and delicate mechanical creation in front of him.

The picture that appeared on the glass surface looks very similar to the novel machinery that the Kenyan Empire promoted last year, which can replace the traditional light and shadow stone and retain the real picture and sound. However, it is different from the propaganda posters released by the Kenyan Empire. is colored.

The music is very beautiful. Even if Rowell can't understand it, he still finds the melody and female singing along with the pictures of mountains and forests and unfamiliar square fonts quite intoxicating.

It would be a lie to say that Rowell was not curious about the "unprecedented alien plane" that Yang Qiu had mentioned. Although he was puzzled why Yang Qiu asked him to watch this, he quickly pressed pause and went back to the room to get the azalea badge... …

Rowell, holding the Rhododendron badge, sat back in the living room, solemnly, excitedly, and curiously clicked to continue playing.

This time, he understood the three strange square characters that appeared on the screen: A Dream of Red Mansions.

Amidst the distant music sounding very exotic to Rowell, the desolate male voice began to chant: "The paper is full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears..."

After that, Rowell sat blankly in the living room for a long time. After a long time, Wagner bought lunch from the cafeteria branch and told him that he refused to move.

Yang Qiu didn't think about what kind of spiritual shock he would bring to Rowell, an older literary and artistic elder, with the ultimate weapon of Wenqing he sacrificed, Dream of Red Mansions. He quickly ran to see the arrested mercenary spies.

The militia compound where more than a thousand people were imprisoned had never had an accident, so Yang Qiu paid less attention to it. This time, he came to the militia compound in person, and Yang Qiu found out how good the Hal brothers are. Doing the job of a prison guard--

It was lunch time, and the prisoners were divided into three groups and lined up at different points to pick up their meals.

The working prisoners with stains on their clothes and sweat on their faces and necks ate the standard working meals delivered by the orc girl Lika.

Not participating in work, accepting the prisoners honestly, and eating instant noodles cooked by players who came over on time to squat with the reputation of the Undead Chamber of Commerce.

Not so honest prisoners can only eat boiled potatoes in salt water...

When Yang Qiu entered the gate of the courtyard, he happened to see a prisoner in the line of salted potatoes trying to squeeze into the group of model prisoners receiving work meals while the crowd was chaotic. , but there was no smell of dirty water on the goose clothes, and Hal quickly identified it, and kicked him out of the queue...

"It's too rough." Hearing the screams of this hapless man, Yang Qiu shook his head sympathetically, and then gave Hal a thumbs up.

Hal, who was kicking someone, was taken aback, and turned his head away arrogantly.

Hal is arrogant, Tuttle is shameless, Pansy is an old fritter, and among the four brothers, only the most dog-legged knight, Jerome, ran over to greet him: "Good day, Yang, what can I do for you?" ?”

Hearing that Yang wanted to find the spies of the mercenary group who had just been imprisoned, Jerome called out the three unlucky ghosts who were still in handcuffs in the salted potato team.

Yang Qiu sized up the three dejected and lost souls, and was a little surprised.

The reputation of the mercenary group is not much better than that of the thieves group. These guys who are registered as legal mercenaries in a certain official city and can take on missions all over the mainland are not very honest when they are far away from their hometown. It's not uncommon to play guest roles in bandits.

Rumors that some remote towns were usurped by a mercenary group, slaughtered the local nobles and then turned into local lords, are not uncommon on the mainland.

To put it bluntly, people who work as mercenaries usually deal with monsters, monsters, or vicious bandits, and those who hire mercenaries are basically nobles, rich people, and merchants—these three are essentially close relatives of robbers— —A pure and harmless person really cannot manage this kind of gray industry with rich prospects for a long time.

How long has such an arrogant mercenary been locked up to be so docile and honest?

Seeing Yang Qiu's doubts, Jerome explained with a simple and honest smile: "These three were really outrageous when they first came in. They were noisy and disturbing. Dig a hole in the backyard and bury it alive. Take a breath, eat two meals by the way, and then let it out to be honest."

Yang Qiu compared with thumbs again... Sure enough, villains need to be tortured by villains, and mercenaries are still slightly inferior to you guys who are thieves.

The third detective, who hadn't eaten the rice or even the salted potatoes, paid no attention to Yang Qiu, and looked helplessly at the crowd who received the meal.

Yang Qiu touched his chin, and asked Jerome to make a bowl of instant noodles with a tempting smell and put it in front of the third brother: "Tell me about your origins, and those who are willing to open their mouths will take this away."

The oldest of the three had a gloomy face and did not speak, but his two companions couldn't help swallowing...

Yang Qiu smiled slightly, and said to the two vacillating spies: "Don't worry, you are not betraying your accomplices, it's just that you have turned to the light in advance... I don't think you think that some of you can leave Westham, right? "

The expressions of the three of them changed suddenly.

"Westham is not a place where you can come and go whenever you want." Yang Qiu said leisurely, "Since you are here, you have only two choices. One is to live a good life like a normal person. If you have the ability If you work hard enough, maybe your future will be more promising than being a mercenary with little future. The second is to become a spell-casting material for the resurrection of the undead."

Among the three, the youngest one started to swing...

Yang Qiu, a black magician, is obviously much more deterrent than the monks who arrested the three of them. There are very few warriors who can really sacrifice their lives for righteousness when the knife rests on their necks. The guy who sent the bandits had nothing to do with the warriors, so he tremblingly explained their origins...

What the third brother said about "finding the way for the employer" is indeed not a lie - they are a legal mercenary group from the southern border, and the reason for appearing in Westham is to accept the employer's task to escort the caravan through the Sorenson Mountains Go to Innadri to trade with Eastern and Northern merchants.

During Yang Qiu's advancement in Sorensen, this caravan entered Westham. It was originally going to go directly to the town to rest and replenish and "relax" according to the habit of previous years, but when passing through a small village in the southwest At that time, the sharp-eyed caravan guys discovered that the villagers actually had high-quality cloth that was even more exquisite than the Kenyan cloth brought by the northern merchants.

On the mainland, merchants who dare to cross multiple countries to do business are often close relatives of robbers. In big cities, they will do business honestly, but in the countryside where there is no resistance, they don’t quite abide by the order of civilized people... …

After discovering that every household was hiding this kind of cloth that was better than Kenyan cloth, the owner of the caravan took control of the small village without saying a word, searched away all the cloth, and declared that he would send the villagers to Inna for collective theft. Deli—Of course, the purpose of controlling the village has nothing to do with "seeing injustice on the road". The caravan owner just wants to find out how the villagers can obtain cloth.

The terrified villagers were unable to contend with the menacing caravan, and honestly explained the source of the cloth...

It's just that the villagers have the wisdom of the villagers, and the villagers who hated the caravans for robbing the cloth did not explain clearly the situation in Westham Town-they concealed a large number of undead and the people who supported the new lord Rex. The existence of black magicians.

There are no black magicians and active undead. The new lord Rex, who has a large number of exquisite cloths and comes from other places without the support of local forces, is simply a fat sheep lying on a plate with spices on his head.

Of course, the owner of the caravan was not stupid, he didn't fully believe what the villagers said, and sent this unlucky brother over to find out the truth before doing anything.

If Westham is indeed extremely empty, and the new lord Rex, who is an outsider, has no decent defense force, then there is no reason not to give up the gold picked for nothing; if the stupid and ignorant villagers don't know that the new lord Rex If they don't know his real strength, then they can also say that they only sent people to scout the way before the caravan entered because they found that Westem was different from last year.

After Yang Qiu understood the situation, a task of "Save the Village" appeared in his mind.

The mercenary regiment and the caravan have a total of more than 200 and nearly 200 people. These professional mercenaries are not as well-equipped as the Inadal City Defense Army, but their combat effectiveness is not much worse; With a certain combat power, if you want to win all the members and save the "hostages", it is not reliable to rely on the more than [-] players who are online now.

Looking at the Hal brothers who manage the prisoners, think about how these people will go to the main road in the town to be mentor NPCs, and the dozen or so people in the town of exile are too busy to deal with the players and maintain the old houses on a daily basis. Qiu asked Jerome, "How are the soldiers of the city defense team trained earlier?"

Jerome immediately pointed to the contingent of model prisoners eating the standard working meal—they were all in there.

Yang Qiu was very satisfied: "That's right, take half of the people out and give me two days."

In the town of exile, Qin Guanzheng, who won the "Book of the Dead" with all his troubles, put away the small scroll that can pull people away, and was just about to give an inspiring speech to the friends who are united to raise money, when a few rows of yellow popped up on the information panel. Words come out:

“[System Announcement] Local defense of Westham: an illegal armed force broke into Westham, attacked and controlled a villager in Lakeside Village 320, a local village, players please rush to the town hall of Westham Receive the defense mission."

"Just got the magical weapon and it will be useful!" Qin Guan was so happy that he almost jumped up, he raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, follow me! Do great things!"

Dozens of people from Qin Guan's side teleported to Westham, and there were already many casual players present in the town hall compound.

Miaobi Shenghua saw that the entropy was not increasing, and waved happily: "Qingyue, are you online so early today?"

"Well, there is no class in the morning." Entropy Buzeng replied with a smile, "I'm lucky, I saw the defense mission when I came up. I heard that Vanilla has filmed "Book of the Dead"?"

Qin Guan was triumphant, but he still kept his words modest: "Don't mention it, you'll go bankrupt immediately after taking pictures of this thing, and you'll have to pay your debts."

"What do you think of this mission?" Miaobi Shenghua Chong entropy said.

"I read the mission introduction, it should be more difficult than the last defense mission—"

Before we could gossip, Brother Lahong and his group who came here earlier to shoot the Vulcan sword also arrived.

Hearing the movement, Qin Guan turned his head and saw Brother Lahong, especially the three Vulcan swords that Brother Lahong's friends were happily holding, his eyes changed.

When Brother Lahong saw Qin Guan and his gang, his expression turned pale.

In this auction, the bosses did not cause much trouble. Like the last time, the fraudulent orb was snatched by the salted fish boss. The competition only happened between two blood alliances with good cohesion—— After all, it has been a month and a few days since the server was launched, and the players have already cultivated feelings for each other. Even part-time gold diggers are more willing to sell copper coins to good acquaintances. It is impossible for RMB players to have blood alliances in their social circles. The party is big.

After spending money and fighting face to face like this, the two sides who have been in constant friction, the hatred value is even deeper...

Brother Lahong hates that the popularity of passers-by is not as good as that of Qin Guan, and he did not get the Book of the Dead because he collected a little less money; what Brother Lahong hates is that Brother Lahong raised the price of the Book of the Dead and made them A group of people have empty pockets, and they can't even take a look at the Vulcan sword. If it weren't for the big task in front of the eyes and noses, the teams of the two teams collided and the winner would have to be decided on the spot.

Seeing that the two sides were at war with each other, he had no choice but to stand up as a peacemaker: "Vanilla, brother Lahong, there are quite a lot of targets and villagers to be rescued in this mission. The city mission is time-lag, you two look, shall we pull up the big group first?"

Brother Lahong immediately nodded: "Okay, you start a group and pull our people in."

What he meant was obvious, he didn't want Qin Guan, who had just deepened his hatred, to be the leader of the team.

Qin Guan was expressionless, and he didn't want to waste the Book of the Dead CD Lala Hong's people. At that time, someone on their side would be killed. He would just leave the group and pull them over before joining the group...

The entropy does not increase and he sighed helplessly: "Two big brothers, take a look at the mission description, the enemies this time are quite strong, several times more than the group of cavalry elite monsters we brushed last time, if you don't Working together, it is really possible to overturn."

Brother La Hong didn't speak, and Qin Guan didn't make a sound either...

The brain power and character of the entropy do not increase are indeed excellent, and it is definitely not a fool to say that the task is difficult, but neither of them wants to lower their heads.

During the stalemate, Wagner led more than 20 soldiers into the compound.

Because the original outfit was snatched up by the undead, these soldiers of the city defense army, including Wagner, had no equipment to wear...all wore the same steel piece leather armor as the player, and carried the player's exclusive steel piece knife.

"Hey, isn't this the elite monster we brushed? Has it become one of our own?" Some players said in surprise.

There are also players who habitually throw away the identification technique: "Yo, it's really a friendly camp, all green names!"

"NPC will also join this routine if they can't beat it? Is it so smart?"

"Awesome!"