Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Sailor's District is an urban area close to the port. It is named after many coolies living in the port and sailors and crew members who earn money by sailing.

In addition to the inland river fleet in the well-developed shipping port of Moses, there are also many offshore fleets coming up from the mouth of the Barcelo River every year. These fleets from the northern and southern coastal countries have brought prosperous business opportunities. They brought countless foreign people—whether they were northerners with distinctive features, tall stature, and rough skin, or white-haired and black-skinned Southern Empire Sokri, they were all very common in the Sailor District.

In addition to different races, the proportion of foreign races in Port Moses is also quite high. Orc sailors who walk around the streets in sleeveless pullovers in the early spring when it is warm and cold, bearded halflings who get drunk in broad daylight, and even Green, black, and white skin elves with intricate earrings on their pointed ears can be seen on the streets of the Sailor Quarter.

But... Even in the Sailors District, which has such an inclusive and open culture, when three caravans with more than 40 undead came in, it still caused quite a commotion.

The green-skinned elf bard holding a harp and sitting on the side of the road playing and singing suddenly saw the coachman in the uniform of the night watchman driving a carriage full of undead coming in from the street, his slender and strong fingers trembled, almost breaking the strings .

Halfling sailors spent more than half of their days off the ship in taverns, spat out the cheap rum that they hadn't had time to swallow in their mouths with a "poof", and stared dumbfounded at the big people passing by on the cobblestone street. On the caravan, those undead who pointed at the halflings in amazement looked at each other.

The burly orc squatting with bare arms picking tobacco from a roadside stall twisted his neck in astonishment, his golden pupils jumping back and forth between the night watchman driving the car and the undead on the car.

On weekdays, it is not uncommon to see mercenaries dragging all kinds of rare monsters. The local residents and merchants in the Sailor District performed much better than the citizens of other blocks. At least they did not run away screaming and holding their heads... But no one could The heart is big enough to continue the matter at hand as if nothing had happened, and froze in place, paying attention to the three caravans passing by at a constant speed.

In the originally noisy sailor's area, there seems to be a strange and movable barrier of silence, wherever the caravan of undead is driven, it will suddenly become quiet...

The night watchmen driving the car mechanically shook their horsewhips with a lifeless face.

This scene, which is more solemn than the lord's funeral, is estimated to become an unforgettable memory for these night watchmen.

The only thing not affected by this weird atmosphere is the undead in the car.

These guys seem to be ignorant of how to read people's faces, and they don't know how much trouble their appearance has brought to the locals. They are still looking out on the carriage with great interest, pointing at every human or alien they are interested in. point.

"I rely on the elves, shouldn't they be all handsome men and beautiful women, right? These elf NPCs look so ordinary. Does modeling discriminate against the elves?"

"The dwarves are similar to those in The Lord of the Rings."

"It feels more like the main city here than the main city. Hey, there are not a few alien NPCs in the main city."

"Maybe it's because the story of the alien race is not unlocked? After a few more updates, there may be alien NPCs in the main city."

"I don't know when the dog plan will open up new races. It hurts to have to choose undead."

"The open beta is not open, new maps are released one by one, and all the maps take up so much resources, can this game be better!"

"That's right, it's better to open up more accounts if you have so many useless (no missions) NPCs. My buddy missed the application for the second internal test, and every time he contacted me, he asked when the public test would be. I was so annoyed. gone."

Passing through a small half of the sailor's area, the caravan can be regarded as arriving at the destination Laundry Lane.

The so-called Laundry Lane is actually an alley facing the tributary of the Barcelo River. The banks of the river are full of laundry farms contracted by local people, pulling countless clotheslines and drying fabrics from the entrance of the alley to the end of the alley; The dirty laundry that needs to be cleaned in half of Moses Port is concentrated in this alley, supporting thousands of washerwomen and laundry workers.

The time when the carriage drove into Laundry Lane was [-]:[-] pm (time in another world). Although the sun was still hanging in the sky, the water in the tributaries was still icy cold. The women standing in the stone pool and the steps of the embankment to rinse clothes stayed in the water for a while. The son had to go ashore to soothe his white feet, and take a sip of the bad-tasting spirits to keep out the cold.

The arrival of the undead made the washerwomen and laundrymen stop what they were doing in astonishment, and they calmed down a little after seeing clearly that the driver was wearing the night watchman uniform.

Since 12 years ago, the continuous disappearances in Xixi Lane have been sealed up by the church. However, it is impossible for people who live on this street to remain absolutely silent.

Especially after the church built a high wall four years ago and completely closed off the No. 38 laundry, everyone in the laundry alley knew about it, and they would never go there if they had nothing to do, and even if they had something to do, they would take a long detour.

A carriage full of undead passed by, and these people who had been soaking in the dirty water all day to make a living whispered: "Is the church going to solve the 'over there' issue?"

"A lot of undead are brought over, do you want to use the undead to deal with the monsters there?"

"Is it useful... It won't leave a bunch of undead on this street instead..."

"Who knows..."

Under the fearful and expectant eyes of the laundry workers, three caravans full of undead drove to a sudden green brick wall.

The wall was nearly four meters high, with pieces of broken glass stuck upside down on the top to prevent climbing over, and a barbed wire fence with barbs hanging from the bottom of the wall.

Before the night watchman stopped the carriage, the players who had been riding in the carriage for a long time jumped down. Without the urging of the "overseer" night watchman, the group of undead took the initiative to take the barbed Pull out a passable opening in the barbed wire (bones are not afraid of barbs), and try to climb the nearly four-meter-high wall...

The captain of the night watchman opened his mouth to say something, swallowed it back, pushed the undead blocking the way through the barbed wire, walked to the only entrance and exit left when this place was sealed off, and took out the key.

"Don't climb, the NPC can open the door!" Yang Ying saw it, and hurriedly greeted the players who were struggling with the wall that had no focus.

"Oh." Walker players retreated immediately, "No wonder there are NPCs following, this wall is completely impossible to climb."

The captain of the Night Watchman took a little effort to push open the big rusty iron door, but without his urging at all, the undead were very active to get in the door...

Captain of the Night Watch: "..."

He couldn't figure out whether these undead were purely big-hearted and not afraid that he would lock them inside, or if they were really not afraid of death.

Seeing that more than 40 undead did not hesitate to enter the wall, the four night watchmen who were monitoring the group of undead with the captain also approached.

"Captain, do you want to follow?" one of the night watchmen asked.

The captain didn't make a sound, but turned to look at the oldest member of the team.

The oldest night watchman...is "One Eye" who investigated this matter back then.

After many years, the night watchman "One Eye" obviously still has a psychological shadow on this place. Among the five, he is the one who stands farthest from the iron gate on the wall.

"It's best not to." One Eye met the captain's gaze and slowly shook his head, "We still don't know anything about what's in it."

In the years since the archives were sealed, Cyclops would review the investigation report compiled by himself every year, and sort out the investigation process from the beginning.

But no matter how carefully combed, the one-eyed eye still can't judge whether the "thing" entrenched in the No. 38 laundry, which makes dozens of living people see people and dead bodies, is a special "phenomenon". Or some unknown dangerous creature.

The captain nodded, stepped forward to seal the iron gate, and the few of them waited patiently in a safe area some distance away from the iron gate.

Rather than accepting the opinion of One Eye, it is better to say that the captain also thinks that it is too risky to set foot on the No. 38 laundry—after this place was banned, the night watchman also took off the cover to deceive the folk exorcists to come here" "Thunder", and those exorcists who were dazzled by the high bounty and recklessly entered inside, the three of them groped inside for a long time and then exited in a daze, finding nothing, and the last one was After entering, there was no news at all, and he disappeared.

The night watchman still has no idea of ​​the difference between why some people can escape unscathed and others disappear without reason.

The players who entered the wall haven't found any crisis that could destroy them...

"This place is really broken!" This is the common thought of the players.

The pool that guides the river water to the laundry has not been drained for many years, and has become a dirty and smelly sewage pool. There are some broken wooden basins and barrels scattered around the pool, and the bamboo poles hanging on the clothesline have been destroyed. The wooden sheds for workers and the warehouses for storing dirty clothes were rotten, and the doors and windows were wide open. The reeds and wheat stalks mixed with mud on the roof had big holes due to years of no maintenance and replacement, and they collapsed into disrepair.

But apart from being dilapidated and desolate enough, there is nothing else.

If it weren't for being solemnly surrounded by a towering green brick wall, there would be nothing worthy of attention in this place... just an abandoned laundry.

A group of players spread their legs and searched all over the field. Some people crawled in and out of dilapidated wooden sheds, some knocked weapons on the ground, trying to find the basement of the cellar, and some poked the muddy pool with a bamboo pole hanging from a clothesline. Someone else tried to demolish the house by hand...

Very carelessly and recklessly searched Laundry No. 38, which was regarded by the night watchmen as a dragon's pool and tiger's lair. The only thing the players found was that in the attic of the rotten shed, some players found A few silver coins wrapped in rags, I don't know who hid the private money here.

"There's nothing!" Tang Jia, who was drilled until the bones and frames were full of dust, said angrily, "Don't talk about the boss, there is not even a hair of the boss!"

"Try the key words." Entropy Buzhang waved his hand to signal the others to stay away from her, and shouted into the air, "I'm here to find Kent Bennett, does anyone know about him?"

Under the watchful eyes of the whole group of players... nothing happened.

"Eh? No?" Entropy Buzhang scratched his head, and called out all the names of the missing NPCs mentioned in the mission text.

Still nothing happened.

"It seems impossible, there is no shortcut." Miaobi Shenghua sighed, "Let's investigate honestly from the beginning."

"After this day's mission, all the time is spent on riding in the carriage." Tang Jia said painfully, "Can the mission of this game be more straightforward, just get the boss out and let people beat it, and it's over. Why do you have to do so many things!"

"I can't help it, that's how it is when playing games, you can either force your liver or force your krypton." Qin Guan shook his head and headed towards the iron gate.

"I have to go online to the toilet, who will help me take my bones? I will come up in a while." A player who has been online for a long time shouted.

"—Wait!!" Entropy did not increase, she was going out with the flow, and she glanced at the friends, and she suddenly realized something was wrong, so she stopped suddenly.

"Qingyue, have you noticed?" Miaobi Shenghua's eyes lit up.

Without increasing the entropy, he scanned all the people present again, opened the team panel to take a look, and took a hissing breath: "The orange cat is gone!"

"Huh?" Miaobi Shenghua was taken aback, and quickly opened the team panel, "Hey, why is the orange cat not in the team?"

"Huh? He's online?" Yang Ying glanced at the friend list in surprise.

"I'll send him a message." Entropy did not increase, opened the friend list, clicked on the private chat window of the orange cat boss, and quickly sent a message, "Orange cat, where are you?"

Within a few seconds, the owner of Orange Cat replied: "Ah? What do you mean, Sister Qingyue, am I not with you?"