Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

For the players, the opening time of the server at [-]:[-] in the morning is at [-]:[-] in the afternoon for the residents of the magic plane.

Two hours before the start of the server (time in another world), Yang Qiu called nineteen high-level NPCs who were waiting to be put on duty to the newly built "Town Hall" in the east area of ​​the Exile Town—in fact, Fang Fangzheng chose a flat land and built it with earth magic. A real tiny house—a gathering for a meeting.

In the hall full of people, Yang Qiu looked around his subordinates with satisfaction: "How is it? Are you still used to it?"

Except for Bat Brother who looked dull and obviously in a daze, everyone else was expressionless.

"Fortunately...that's..." Hal raised his hand stiffly and pointed to the top of his head, "Why do we have this strange square writing on our heads?"

On Hal's head, about ten centimeters from the height of his scalp, there are two rows of green Chinese characters floating. The first row reads: "'Razor' Hal Maxwell", and the second row is slightly smaller: "Assassin Mentor".

"Of course this is... the proof of our companions." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Only members in the matrix can see the names on top of each other's heads, so that we can intuitively identify who is our friend and who is a stranger."

On the top of Yang Qiu's head, there are three rows of floating Chinese characters, which are "Lord Tarantan", "Mentor of Resurrection Yang" and "Mentor of Magic Apprentice".

Originally, Yang Qiu didn't intend to end up being an NPC himself...but considering that the first batch of selected players would be tortured by the players, heck, [-]% of the high-level NPCs who came to provide services for the players were former thieves, in order to avoid troubles between the players and the native NPCs It is better to directly intervene in supervision from the very beginning if we go all out to issue patches and corrections.

"Our guests are in the same imprint matrix with us. The spiritual connection allows us to easily understand the language and text between the two parties, which facilitates our communication." Yang Qiu looked straight, "But I want to remind you that when Don't pay attention to what these 'special guests' say when they're not talking to you, and I repeat, don't pay attention to what they say when they're not talking to you."

Brother Bat suffering from mental pollution... Charlie Rex, the weapon master, still didn't respond, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hal and his confidant Ranger Tuttle Joe looked at each other, and raised their hands suspiciously: "Sorry, Yang, I don't understand... It's impossible to say that our guests have all been polluted by some ancient god, and will Are you talking nonsense uncontrollably?"

"No, Hal." Yang Qiu said seriously, "The madness of the 'guests' has nothing to do with the ancient gods, and it is not contagious. When you hold what I give you, and promote them through the imprint matrix When you use the power of 'favorability', the 'guests' are the safest and most harmless to you, and this will never change."

"On this basis, you can issue tasks to order them to do things, and you can ask them to help you with all the favors—of course, it must not exceed the scope of the task release that I have set for everyone, otherwise you will bear the consequences." After a pause, Yang Qiushen Said, "Believe me, if the 'guests' think that you have an evil label on you and you are the enemy of the town of exile, then...even if our 'guests' are still weak, they will unite to find the attack The way to kill you is endless."

Hal, Tuttle and other members of the ex-thief group suddenly looked very ugly...

When they were tricked into this ghost town-like ghost town located in the depths of the Tarantan wasteland, the group of original thieves who came here for a relaxed and happy life felt a bit chilled on the spot.

However, before they could make the difficult decision of "turning against a high-ranking black magician", they were pulled into the mental imprint matrix... Even if they were unwilling, they could only bite the bullet and stay.

Even if the "townspeople" in the town have more than a dozen hideous zombies besides the living people, they can only hold their noses and endure...

"Of course, our 'guests' are still a good help for us to rebuild this town and turn the abandoned town of exile into a dream home." Yang Qiu eased his tone and smiled, "Everyone, as the town's The first batch of official town residents, as long as they contribute to the reconstruction of the town, I will never be stingy with treatment. I hope that during the reception of 'guests', you will not be disturbed and influenced by the 'guests' outrageous words and deeds as much as possible. , work hard to learn how to use the limited resources in your hands to make 'guests' work for you, and how to gain the love and respect of these 'guests'."

"Yes..." Hal and the others responded feebly.

To be fair, the new leader, Yang, did not treat them badly. Although they were half-forced to join the branding matrix, everyone did receive unprecedented living supplies...

After the mobilization meeting was over, Hal sighed while returning to his temporary residence.

"It can only be said that it's a good thing we didn't ask us to rebuild this dilapidated town with our own hands... I, Hal, am the famous 'razor'. If I am really asked to do this kind of hard work, I will definitely not do it."

The confidant Tuttle Joe also sighed: "I always feel that something is not right, whether it is this town or that... black magician." Tuttle, who was almost slipping, swallowed the word evil , glanced around guiltily, and lowered his voice, "Yang himself admitted that this town will welcome a large number of undead creatures and be used as a stronghold by these undead creatures-what the hell, we actually want us to arrange these undead to do things, what a shame! how can that be possible!"

"Shh, Tuttle!" Hal quickly raised his index finger at his good friend, "Come on, don't say such things, anyway, Yang didn't ask us to let those undead participate in the work, if they don't want to do it, then It's none of our business!"

Tuttle let out a huff, with a sudden expression on his face: "Yes, Hal, if the undead don't work, then this town will never be built."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and they both understood how to safely deal with that evil black mage who arrogantly proclaimed himself the lord of the wasteland of Tarantan, and who was madly trying to use the undead to build a territory—isn't it procrastination!Anyway, he still has to take care of our meals, what can we afford!

The two, who thought they had found a solution, returned to their temporary residences with their heads held high, and prepared to wait for the "guest" to come to their door according to Yang's request...

Two hours after alien time.

Hal, who was assigned a residence closest to Cross Street, suddenly heard an extremely excited strange cry.

Hal hurriedly came out of the tent, stretched his neck and looked towards the cross street.

Due to the serious collapse and damage of the wooden buildings in the town, Hal, who was separated by two streets and one block, could clearly see the situation in the direction of Cross Street; The old bone skeletons with green square characters floating above their heads popped up one after another from around the earth platform in the middle of Cross Street...

Hal, who had never seen such a terrifying scene, dropped the whetstone in his hand to the ground.

"Death, undead natural disaster? Is this the scene of the legendary undead natural disaster?! That evil black magician really—"

Before Hal had any specific thoughts about conspiracy theories, he was stunned to find that... the army of undead emerging from the soil was different from the army of undead he had imagined.

These undead crowding the crossroads in a very short period of time are really very energetic, and when they are "born", they make all kinds of amazing noises that I don't know whether they are joy or fright; and... some of them are very lively. The "big army" queue was scurrying around while making all kinds of strange "ahhhhh"...

Hal, who couldn't understand what happened at all, watched as one of the undead ran wildly with outstretched arms, hit the dirt wall with a "bang", and the white skeletons were scattered all over the ground.

Hal: "??"

"Hahahaha! Nima really staged 'walking and falling apart'!"

"Shente is gone as soon as he walks!"

"Damn it, hahahaha!"

The undead scattered all over the ground got up in embarrassment, and a clear young man's voice came out of its fleshless throat: "Don't be special, you laughed, help me get the bones back!"

Hal, who was peeping at the group of undead from a distance, put his hands on his head: "???"

"Didn't you say that you should meet up first and don't run around?"

A few more undead left the main team and trotted towards the first few undead to leave the team, one of them shouted loudly: "Stop playing with Xiao Zhou, take your brothers to get the novice outfit task first!" Done!"

Finding that the later undead were actually wearing clothes, Hal couldn't understand at all: "????"

"Understood, Brother Qin." The fallen undead put together his bones and stood up, "Is my skeleton different from yours? Why did it fall apart so easily?"

Another skeleton wearing clothes said: "It's not that you scatter easily, it's that you hit the wall. Our undead race seems to be invulnerable, so be careful."

"If you can get a suit of armor and put it on like that zombie general, it probably won't be so easy to get rid of it. But the NPC doesn't give money for sending missions, and I don't know how to get the equipment in this game..."

Clothed ghosts and unclothed souls meet at one place, chatting and walking towards the north street...

Hal watched the group of undead disappear behind the wooden house, slowly raised his hand, and rubbed his stiff face.

Hal, whose mind was blank, turned his gaze to the large group of undead in the middle of Cross Street.

These undead... are still noisy.

Everyone seemed to be talking very excitedly, and they couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Hal's face was expressionless, he was sure that this group of undead was definitely not an "army of undead"... The worst militia he had ever seen was not so chaotic and disorderly.

As if to confirm Hal's guess, this group of undead, who didn't look like an army of undead in any way, began to spread out in groups of several people or alone...

"It's true, it's true—!! This game is real———!"

A naked undead cheered like this, rushing across the street full of rubbish.

"Hey, come here! This zombie NPC has a mission!"

An undead found a zombie squatting in front of a cabin, and immediately called out for friends.

"This novice village is too dilapidated, it's exactly the same as the one in the video...Hey, who saw the vanilla pudding?"

"I seem to have seen it just now. There are too many people and I can't see where they are going."

"Never mind him, hurry up and find a mission!"

"I—damn! Why is my game character's potential only 31 points?! It's so much lower than vanilla pudding??"

"Wow, are you the legendary African chieftain?"

Hal was really irritated by these noisy undead who could make astonishing noise across the block, so he turned around and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

"what--!!"

A particularly ear-piercing, loud, vital-capacity call suddenly sounded, making Hal, who was about to retreat into the tent, startled.

Hal looked back in shock...

Across the dilapidated block with no complete houses, an undead standing on the street raised its finger in surprise and pointed at Hal: "Qingyue! Look! It's a human! A high-level NPC!"

"I heard you, Tang Jia, please keep your voice down..." The undead companion moaned weakly.

The undead player whose real name is Tang Jia and whose real name is Tang Jia made ID sandwich fudge with his emotional voice, as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest.

"Advanced NPC?! Where is it?"

"Ah! Over there! In front of the tent in the ruins at nine o'clock!"

The dozens of undead who were not too far away from the cross street looked at Hal with piercing eyes.

Then... these players, regardless of whether they were planning to take screenshots and record videos, or do missions, or run on the map, all rushed towards the lonely Hal from all directions with the momentum of hungry tigers and sheep...

Hal: "?!"