Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

When the player squatting in the bushes jumped out, the phantom began to swipe the screen in the blood alliance channel to ask for help.

The group who was obsessed with studying on the third street next door was very righteous, and immediately divided into three whole teams to rush here.

Then... the support army was intercepted by the regiment led by Miaobi Shenghua himself.

There are five streets in the Granter block, and the fourth street near the lake is really convenient for ambushes. There are lakes, trees and hills, and the group of wonderful pens is squatting on the hill between the third street and the fourth street. , before the group of phantoms passed under their feet, they didn't scan people at all...

At one end, the reinforcements were intercepted, and at the other end, the regiment with no increase in entropy took advantage of the large number of people and the convenient location, and successfully "grabbed" the task NPC of the phantom spirit regiment without much effort.

The phantoms with only remaining "strength" hurriedly gathered people together and retreated to the public garden not far from the overpass battle site. They did not lose the battle, and loudly shouted at the players who snatched the NPC: "Take the NPC, there is no harm!" It’s useless, you don’t have any missions! The Night Watchman’s Hall is already closed, so give up! Hurry up early next time!”

"How dare I be arrogant? Believe it or not, we cut down the NPC so that you can't complete the task?" Some people cursed out of their wits.

Phantom laughed even louder: "All right, all of you hack, anyway, we will lose at most one side quest if we kill an NPC, let's see who is willing to clear their reputation!"

If the entropy does not increase, someone here will roll their eyes at the brother who hadn't thought about it before... Hacking the friendly NPC will not only clear the reputation, but also risk deleting the number. You can do it, what are you calling us?

The entropy does not increase and he walks to the front of the crowd, rushing to the stubborn Phantom and the others to speak: "I remember that the exorcist mission can be shared, we don't have high requirements, and we don't need this side mission, as long as the exorcist Just share the task with us, and you guys still get the rewards, okay?"

"That's not impossible, let Vanilla kick me out of the blood alliance, and we will be brothers on both sides!" Phantom shouted at the top of his voice.

Entropy does not increase. Players here, everyone in the Qin Guanmeng cursed...

The first thing that gave me the "black" dagger to take medicine is actually long gone. Even the dagger that was regarded as a magic weapon at the beginning has actually been sold several times at a reduced price, and it was bought by newcomers as regular equipment to spawn mobs——Game How many batches of the sophisticated equipment have been released.

But the taunt value of giving me the medicine did not decrease with the downgrading of the Time Tears dagger, on the contrary, it became more and more shining. There was a conflict between the field groups here, and because Brother Lahong's blood alliance had to bring a large number of newcomers, the field group was not as good at fighting as the elite group that gave me medicine, and suffered a lot...

"If you say that, then there is nothing to talk about." Entropy Buzhang shook his head and waved to the side, "Send them offline, and we will do this side mission."

"Fuck??" Phantom was shocked, "You didn't accept the mission, what are you doing?!"

"Don't pretend to be a phantom, how high is the degree of freedom in this game, do you think only people in your small circle know?" Entropy Buzeng smiled, "In the eyes of NPCs, which blood alliance are our players, and are they the ones who take the quest? There is no difference, we will escort these NPCs to continue the mission, and they will also interact with us, and then they will take the mission to make up for it.”

"I hate Xueba!" The phantom only had time to growl in grief and anger, and was chopped into white light by the players rushing up.

"My day phantom is offline! They were wiped out by the group!" On the first street far away from Jingjing Lake, Brother Lahong saw a large area of ​​gray on the blood alliance channel, and scolded through gritted teeth, "I'm also offline because of my leg hair What's going on? Is the leg hairball still alive? What's going on on Fifth Street??"

The player whose ID plucked your leg hair is the leader of the elite group in the Lahongo blood alliance. The group that was taken to Fifth Street for escort missions is much more elite than the phantom group. It was handed over to the team that can fight the most.

Brother Lahong was anxious and waited for a while before someone from the elite group replied angrily in the blood alliance: "Our group is surrounded by vanilla and medicinal residue! They have at least 300 people here, several times more than us , can't beat it!"

"This gang of worthless people are called Sanren again!" Brother Lahong jumped angrily.

Qin Guan's blood alliance has only three levels, and the upper limit of income is 200 people. The phantom spirit surrounded by more than 100 people, went to support the phantom spirit's obsessed study and was dragged back by Miaobi Shenghua. Qin Guanhe gave me medicine He can still pull a large group to encircle and suppress leg hair, and he has found the help of scattered people properly.

Let the people in the regiment protect the NPC who knocked on the door, and the impatient La Honggeyuan went offline to find the two regiment leaders to understand the situation.

The phantom who was cut off the line and the hair that pulled your leg were holding their mobile phones to catch up. Brother Lahong spoke in the blood alliance group, and the two of them immediately and quickly told about the embarrassing encounter between the two groups.

"My day!!"

Hearing that the NPCs of the two groups of side missions were intercepted, Brother Lahong almost didn't drop his phone.

This is not a matter of losing a side mission. If the NPCs of those two groups of missions find the vampire, then the exorcist mission will be dead!

It's true that they didn't receive the quest, but the game's quest flexibility has always been very large. When the game dawns, take people to the Night Watchman's Hall to pick up the quest, and they can still get rewards!

No way, all the mission NPCs have entered the Granther block, and there is no time to call scattered people to form a group to delay the other party's progress. Brother Lahong had to go online in a hurry, and repeatedly told the surviving Indulging Learning Group and Mingfeng Simple Group to be careful Be cautious, especially be sure to protect the NPCs.

Two groups of NPCs were robbed, but they still have three groups in their hands, so the probability of winning is relatively high!

The Gerry family's house was on Third Street, only a hundred meters away from the intersection into Fourth Street.

When the undead happily beat the friendly army for the task, the movement also spread to Gerry's house. Mr. Gerry, who was still drinking in the study, was sober at that time, and opened the window to look out in surprise.

As a high-end neighborhood, the street lamps in the Granther block are illuminated throughout the road. Of course, limited to the power supply problem, it is definitely impossible to be as bright as on the earth, that is, so that the servants who need to go out at night to do errands for the master's house will not lose sight of the road. That's all.

Through the dim streetlights, Mr. Gerry vaguely saw the figure of the undead fighting with weapons brandishing at the street corner.

Mr. Gerry slammed the window shut, locked it, and drew the curtains.

Although the undead are seen every day when working in the city hall during the day, no one would like to see these things near their residence at night!

Clutching his chest and sitting back, Mr. Gerry took a sip of wine to calm his beating heart, took Wangdu's talent magazine and nervously turned the pages.

The city hall has never said that they will leave these senior clerks who are second only to civil servants, but the neglect has been enough for Mr. Gerry to understand the attitude of the city hall.

The most important thing is... Even if these senior clerks are left idle like civilian officials, the operation of the city hall has not had any major problems—no, not only has there been no problems, it even seems to be worse than that of the Bartles family. Times are faster and more efficient.

Within a week, several public enterprises were established as a whole, and the management and workers were all in place; within another week, the products of the public enterprises could be put into circulation, and even the housekeeper bought an iron stove with a tabletop for the kitchen replace the old stove... This kind of efficiency was unimaginable in the era of the Bartleis family.

Just discussing and determining whether the business scope of these public enterprises will affect the business of any nobleman can be discussed for at least several years.

Mr. Gerry also gradually noticed that when he commuted to get off work and went out to visit friends, he could see that the streets were getting cleaner and tidier, and the garbage dumps that were everywhere had disappeared.

There are many garbage collection sites surrounded by waist-high low walls on the street, and even public toilets with good privacy...

Whether Mr. Gerry is willing to admit it or not, he can only accept the reality aggrievedly: now Inadoli no longer needs civil servants, let alone senior clerks like them.

Mr. Gerry doesn’t have the kind of cheating life of “If you fail to start a business, you can only go home and inherit hundreds of billions of property”. If he loses his job in the city hall, he can only quit his housekeeper and servant, and return the house in Granter Street. He took his wife back to his hometown of Newing in despair.

That would definitely be a disaster.

Mr. Gerry was thinking wildly when he heard a knock at the door.

"Will, go and open the door!"

The restless Mr. Gerry called out to the butler.

"Okay, sir." Will, the housekeeper, hurried out of the next room, looked in the direction of the living room, straightened her hair, and went to open the door.

The housekeeper Will also opened the window to see the movement made by the undead outside, but she was not worried that the undead would come to the door-these undead would occasionally come to hang out in the Granter block, but they did not harass the residents here.

Unscrewing the door lock and pulling the door open, Ms. Will couldn't help being taken aback.

Standing outside the door was a gentleman wearing a bowler hat, carrying a cane, and wearing a decent formal suit under a thick cashmere cape.

"Good night...?" Ms. Will subconsciously bowed slightly, but after a closer look, she found that this gentleman didn't seem to be Mr. Gerry's friend, and she was puzzled.

That thick cashmere cloak alone can at least equal to half a year's income of Mr. Gerry, and there is no such person in Mr. Gerry's social circle.

It was possible that Mrs. Gerry knew him, but how could it be possible that someone in that society would come to Gerry's house on his own initiative?

"Good night, ma'am."

The visitor bowed his head in return, and every move made Mrs. Will seem to see those charming gentlemen with noble temperament when Mrs. Gerry entered the high society.

"I was originally staying at a friend's villa." The visitor said a little embarrassedly, "After dark, I went for a walk by the lake alone, and I walked a little far without knowing it..."

Ms. Will let out an "ah" and said, "Is your friend's villa on Fifth Street?"

"It seems to be." The visitor said, "When I came out, there were many beautiful statues by the roadside."

"That's indeed Fifth Street. Do you need me to show you the way?" Mrs. Will's attitude was more respectful and friendly. The villas on Fifth Street were owned by noble families, and noble guests should not be offended.

"Hmm... yes." The visitor nodded slightly, with a reluctant and embarrassed look on his face.

At this time, the chaotic fighting sounds made by the undead at the street were just blown by the wind.

The visitor glanced in that direction, his face pale under the light of the headlight in the hall.

Mrs. Will's heart moved, and she quickly said: "Please wait a moment, respected guest."

Leaving the door ajar, Mrs. Will hurried across the living room, down the corridor, and hurried to the study.

"Sir, the person who knocked on the door was a guest who lived on Fifth Street. He seemed to have lost his way after going out for a walk after dinner, and was frightened by the undead blocking the intersection."

Mr. Gerry's eyes brightened, and he stood up abruptly: "Then what are you dawdling about, please invite the guests in to avoid it!"