Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Earth time, December 12rd, Tuesday.

For the players on Earth, the extremely rewarding combat mission on the Unnamed Wasteland was just yesterday, but for the people of the other world, it has already been two days.

In the past two days, all kinds of rumors and gossips have been flying around the city. Even the workers in the northern district and the most chaotic civilian neighborhoods in the western district know that the Bartleth family's status is unstable, and that Inadoli might have a new owner. thing……

Of course, there are some people behind this, such as Viscount Darcy, who is happy to see the change in Inadoli's situation-the previous generation of Patriarchs of the Bartleys family and the current generation of Patriarchs are not very particular people, and Viscount Darcy has suffered a lot all his life. It is obviously extremely pleasant to see the enemy fall in his later years.

As for why Viscount Darcy would be so bold as to make things difficult for the Bartleys family... the biggest reason is the ambiguous attitude of the Gold Coin Church.

In the past two days, King Adela III has personally visited the Gold Coin Church three times, and Bishop Lee Jean of the Gold Coin Church has not given a definite answer. This attitude is already expressing his position - the Gold Coin Church has no interest in intervening This issue.

The panic-stricken Bartleis family had no choice but to send the heir away...

"This disgraceful family with robber blood in their veins is finally going to leave."

Viscount Darcy, who was over sixty years old, happily drank some wine in his study, and commanded several deacons with a rosy face: "Go, take someone to watch Newing Town, Horseshoe Town, Everlook Town and Kane Town. Those manors in the town."

The capable deacons responded one after another.

The relationship between the nobles is solid and close, but also cruel and cruel. If any family shows signs of decline, it must become the flesh and blood of other families—the winner takes all, not only the capitalists are proficient.

Viscount Darcy, who scolded others for their bloodliness but didn't do anything decent himself, turned his head to look at the butler, "Ford, ask Qina to bring a gift for me to visit Rex in Westham. , They have a lot in common with young people than old men like me."

Butler Ford responded respectfully and immediately went down to make arrangements.

Qina Darcy is the third granddaughter of Viscount Darcy, she is a quiet and delicate young girl, she is not particularly outstanding among the six granddaughters of Viscount Darcy.

Viscount Darcy asked this granddaughter to come forward, so it was a bit of a bet... If the ambitious Charlie Rex is willing to marry the Darcy family, who is the representative of the local nobles, then Qina like this A granddaughter who is not outstanding can take on the function of a marriage tool more cost-effectively.

The aristocratic women of the Rhine Kingdom have a much higher status in the family than the neighboring Norsk Federation, but if they do not have talents other than marriage tools, they will not get much support from family resources... The only advantage is that there is no need for dowry. will be treated harshly by the family.

China Darcy, who was personally notified by the butler Ford, knew that this day had arrived when she heard the grandfather's request relayed by the butler.

The 19-year-old aristocratic girl had no time to feel her fate. Surrounded by the maids, she changed into a dress and brought gifts, then was stuffed into a carriage and hurried out of the city.

When the carriage with the coat of arms of Viscount Darcy's family left the city, a slightly weird convoy had just arrived at the mule and horse market outside the west city gate.

The mule and horse market is only open on weekends and festivals, and it is just a deserted loess square on weekdays. As soon as this convoy arrived, it attracted the attention of the city gate officials not far away.

As soon as the convoy entered the mules and horses market, two city guards came towards them.

Before the two city guards approached...the convoy passed through the mule and horse market and drove straight to the poor area on the other side.

The city gate soldiers stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and then turned to look behind them.

The city gate officer also looked at this side in confusion, hesitated for a while, and gestured to the two city gate soldiers, motioning them to follow and have a look.

This strange convoy not only attracted the attention of the gate guards, but also attracted the attention of children playing in the nearby open space, idlers squatting on the side of the road, and residents sitting in front of their homes washing clothes before they entered the slums.

It is still broad daylight, and most of the young and middle-aged people in the slums are still looking for jobs in the city. The messy shantytowns are full of left-behind old people, children and women. Seeing the convoy approaching, the women rushed to greet their children and put One by one, the children covered in plaster were dragged home.

A convoy of four weird carriages with closed carriages, thick tires, and even the driver's seat has never been seen before. They stopped in front of the slums, and the four drivers came out of the "cockpit" and dragged out the feed skillfully. The bag was fed to the horse, and he didn't take a second look in the direction of the slums.

While the coachmen skillfully comforted the horses, a dozen young and strong men jumped out of the closed carriage.

These young men, who are not like ordinary people in size and size, swiftly moved out of the carriages rare and unfamiliar looking machines, and began to assemble them in the open space in front of the slums...

Residents in the slums have never seen such a scene. The elderly and women who hid in their homes looked out from the cracks in the windows and doors.

The two city guards who followed looked at the actions of these people in a daze, and waved: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"We are the people who move the mill." A young man turned his head as he inserted the rubber tube into the heavy rectangular machine.

Seeing this person's appearance clearly, the two city guards were stunned for a moment, and one of them pointed at each other and said, "Huh? You...why do I seem to have seen you somewhere?"

The young man smiled good-naturedly, but did not respond. He carried a strange iron cylinder from the carriage, and connected the other end of the rubber tube to the iron cylinder.

After the completion of the two sets of mechanical devices that the city gate soldiers could not recognize at all, these young people warmly greeted the residents in the slums:

"Attention everyone, the mobile mill that grinds flour on site at a low price is here! Every ten catties of corn only costs one copper coin processing fee!"

"Come and take a look!"

The price much lower than that charged by the mill in Dongcheng District obviously made the residents very excited. Before long, some residents came over boldly and coweringly, carrying sacks of corn...

Every year at the end of the autumn harvest and when corn is the cheapest, the residents here will always stock up as much sun-dried corn kernels as possible; take them to the mill in the city to roughly grind them into crumbs, add them to the thick soup and stir a few times, that is Polenta that can fill the stomach—although the taste will not be very good, and if you only eat this stuff, you will get hungry very quickly, but it is more cost-effective than buying a catty of black bread with several copper coins.

The reason is that the soldiers of Nadli City Defense Army and the young people who are now the cadres of Westham Town Hall enthusiastically took out the sieve and dustpan to help the guests to sieve the impurities in the corn kernels, and then put the sieved corn kernels on the spot. Pour it into the feed port of the mill and start the machine.

Amidst the booming sound, the cornmeal that has been ground into fine and uniform grains rushes out from the discharge port...

The onlookers and the city gate soldiers who hadn't left opened their mouths wide open.

The curious gatekeepers squeezed through the crowd and walked to the roaring machine, bent down and grabbed a handful of cornmeal from the bag placed under the discharge port, squeezed it with their fingers, straightened up and said in surprise: "Hi, Guys, what kind of machine is this? How can it grind so fast and so fine?"

The young people just laughed and said nothing...

The milling machine brought by these young operators from Westham...isn't the big guy in the factory area that can grind flour very finely, but a lighter and smaller feed mill.

Although the chariots of the chariots are strong, the upper limit of the load is there, and the milling machines used in the flour mills in the factory area can't carry a few... especially when there are diesel generators and diesel barrels.

In contrast, the feed grinder is much more practical. This thing can even grind twigs into powder, and it’s easy to make cornmeal—don’t look at this thing as a serious flour machine. The granules produced It is also in the micron level, so much more reliable than a hydraulic mill.

The twenty catties of corn kernels carried by the first customer who bravely ate crabs was finished in just a few minutes. The housewife in the slum happily paid two copper coins and happily carried the cornmeal home. More guests came up.

The two city guards looked at each other, and at the same time turned their heads and ran back.

Corn is regarded as a supplementary food on the same status as potatoes for the civilians in the city. The city gate soldiers don't want to miss this super cost-effective opportunity to process cornmeal.

Half an hour later, some city residents came out of the city one after another to join the flour milling team in the open space in front of the slums—not only came with corn, but also with wheat.

The next day the news spread, not only more residents in the city ran towards the west gate, but even the farmers in the surrounding villages came to grind flour with their donkeys, mules and horses, and their food...

When the mill owner in the city heard that there was such a "mobile mill" blatantly grabbing business outside the west gate, his nose was almost crooked, so he gathered dozens of apprentices that day, ready to come and ask for trouble.

This large group of people with shovels and sticks to make trouble... before they left the city gate, they were stopped urgently by the people sent by the miller, and they all yelled back.

The reason why the trouble was stillborn was that the miller learned about the origins of the group outside the west city gate when he inquired about the news—someone recognized those young people as soldiers of the former city defense army and subordinates of the "traitor" Wagner Piet .

Everyone in the city knows that Wagner Pitt took refuge in the new lord of Westham. The noble grandparents in the city are all thinking about how to make friends with the new lord of Westham. The miller doesn’t have the guts to make trouble at this time .

The mobile mill from Westham just squatted down next to the mule and horse market outside the west city gate...

On the other side, China Darcy, the grandchildren of Viscount Darcy's family, was quietly waiting for Charlie Rex to be received in the hotel on Westham Town Avenue.

Miss Qina is at the age of exuberant curiosity. If she were to go to other places, she would probably seize the opportunity to wander around unfamiliar streets, but this place of Westham...she really didn't have the courage to go shopping.

Not only her, but none of the accompanying deacons, maids, and coachmen had left the gate of the hotel with an excuse, and they all stayed in this hotel honestly...

There is no other reason. Walking on the street and suddenly seeing skeletons and undead swaggering past, this kind of thing is too exciting for ordinary people who have not been tested.

After staying in the cramped small hotel for three days, Miss China finally got to be received by Charlie Rex.

In the reception room of Westham Town Hall, Miss China saw...Charlie Rex, with dark skin and short hair cut close to his scalp.

Looking at the young man in front of her who was completely different from the rumored "Charlie Rex" image, Miss Qina was stunned for 30 seconds.

"You are very welcome to come to Westham as a guest, Miss Qina." Rex said in a very polite and friendly manner, "I'm sorry that I can't accept Viscount Darcy's gift, please convey my apology to your grandfather for me."

After throwing down such a straightforward and merciless rejection, Rex, the busy man, left in a hurry.

Miss Qina was dumbfounded and didn't react. The accompanying deacon chased to the door without giving up. Seeing Rex and the two undead standing at the end of the corridor talking, she didn't dare to go over, but turned back angrily: "This man is really How rude! Miss Qina, what should I do?"

Miss China shook her head stiffly and sat still.

It's not that Miss Qina hasn't thought about being rejected, and she also knows that her appearance is not very attractive.

And... looking at Charlie Rex's reaction - if the man is really Charlie Rex - he doesn't seem interested in marrying the Innatrix.

Qina Darcy is not taken seriously in Darcy's family, but it doesn't mean she is a little girl who doesn't know the world... Growing up in a noble family, people who are too stupid don't even have the value of marriage.

"Grandfather's expectations seem to be in vain." Miss Qina murmured silently in her heart.

As a young lady of the viscount's family, Qina's treatment in Westham can be regarded as a cold reception. She stayed in a civilian family hotel introduced by the clerk of the town hall, and there was no preferential treatment during the waiting period.

When I came to the town hall, I never received the slightest attention—none of the clerks who came in and out saluted her dressed up, and everyone only treated her as an ordinary guest.

Qina is used to being ignored at Darcy's house, but since she came here on behalf of her grandfather, the situation is different from the cold treatment she received at home... People from Westham really don't care about the people from Inna The nobles of Deli City!

Miss Qina instinctively felt that something was wrong, but didn't quite understand what it meant, when she heard a commotion from outside in a trance.

Before Qina could turn her head, she heard the terrified and suppressed voice of the maid again, and saw the deacon take two steps back with a drastic change in expression.

Seeing the situation outside the window of the reception room, Miss Qina instantly understood the reactions of the maid and the deacon...

In the outer courtyard, on the strange and abrupt earthen platform, white light was continuously flashing; amidst the bursts of white light, undead came out one after another.

Qina's face was pale, and she stood up slowly while leaning on the armrest of the sofa.

The undead in the courtyard are still increasing, more and more.

"Is this...could it be...today?" Qina heard her heart beating wildly, and gradually felt a little difficult to breathe, "The day Westem attacked the city of Innadri—could it be today?!"

In the corridor outside the reception room, Rex, who had just politely and mercilessly rejected Miss Qina, was putting his hand on his forehead.

"So...Yang compiled my life experience into a so-called...plot and announced to all the undead, right?" Rex said with difficulty.

"Yes." Ji Tang said sympathetically, "It's also been slightly artistically processed. For example, you were abused at Rex's house, and your mother died because of...uh, house fights, and so on."

"It's okay, Rex." Zhao Zhenzhen comforted, "Although it is inevitable to find a serious excuse when we say that our compatriots are going to do something serious, in fact, most of the compatriots don't care about the specific content of the excuse. What."

What she said is very reasonable. Most players really have no interest in the plot...as long as there are monsters to fight and treasures to drop.

"What kind of serious excuse is my background?" Rex couldn't laugh or cry.

Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen looked at each other, and said painfully: "Well, The Revenge of the Prince and Cinderella are the eternal themes of cool novels... You don't need to pay special attention, our compatriots will take this attack on Inad It is true that you are fighting for you, but they will not have any special opinion of you because of this, in their eyes, you are still similar to Hal and the others."

The slogan "For XXX" is just a meme among the player community, and not many people really take it seriously.

Rex put his hand on his forehead again.

His "Heart Demon Book" repeatedly tortured and killed many undead for three consecutive nights every half month. Just for this, the undead should regard him as the motivation for fighting... No matter what level you look at, he is Can't help but care!

Rex was struggling, but Yang Qiu was not in the mood to take care of his delicate thoughts, so he came in from the hall and urged: "Don't dawdle Rex, we're leaving."

This "siege battle" is still the same as the last battle in the wasteland. First, advance missions are issued to specific groups of players, and some players follow NPCs to the front line to establish resurrection strongholds, and then summon the army of undead to join the battle.

Because he was going to appear in front of the citizens of Innerdale, Rex couldn't get Brother Lowell to do it for him this time... he had to appear in person.

Rex, who was in a very complicated mood, followed Yang out of the hall. Before he could adjust his mood to face the undead, he heard an undead standing on the steps criticize his appearance rudely and openly: "It's not me. In other words, Rex is really not suitable to be portrayed as a hero of revenge and counterattack. His image with a strong and melancholy atmosphere looks like cannon fodder for a tragic branch line. When you want to engage in a plot to kill tear gas bombs, push it out. It’s too ridiculous to say that it’s the male lead.”

Rex: "..."

The rude undead companion seemed to think so, nodded and said: "Yes, Rex's model really doesn't look like the male protagonist, it's almost like a boy with a different face."

The undead, who were bored waiting for the assembly, interjected: "Hey, not necessarily, the difficulty of this siege battle is definitely higher than the previous battle in the wilderness, maybe the NPC Rex was sent by the first wave, After he hangs up, he will make his debut on the stage."

The undead who was the first to criticize Rex's appearance suddenly realized: "I am right, it was the boy who led the army before!"

"It's no wonder that the little boy doesn't usurp Lao Yang's position. It turns out that the main plot is arranged here."

"It's for sure, the little boy is more like a lord!"

Rex: "..."

Rex took a deep breath, feeling guilty for these undead who were looking forward to his death... He is mentally ill!