Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

This small town hidden in the valley is not on the map, and even many locals don't know that there is such a town-sized settlement in this place.

When the orc warrior Ossirian King disguised himself as "the orc citizen of the Kenyan Empire", he also failed to find this town, but was taken to a cottage much smaller than here by the news dealer who connected him.

Obviously, people who are not in this "business circle" cannot easily find this population black market stronghold.

Secret enough means safe enough.

When Galo was carried across the square, none of the people he met along the way made a fuss like ordinary civilians from the outside world; some people who had been to Innatrix even tried to talk to him, asking if the undead came from the tower. rantan.

The caravan leader who captured the undead didn't want to talk to these idlers who could only do some "small business" in the square, so he just pretended not to have heard of it, and strode towards the wooden building.

Leaving the area of ​​the square, and passing through a street full of casinos, taverns, and even brothels, the group of undead was held hostage to the wooden building.

In this three-story wooden building, the first and second floors are full of smoky bars, and the third floor is the residence of the owner of the valley.

Jia Luo, who was carried upstairs by two strong men, should not be too relaxed, as if she was not the one who was kidnapped, she looked around leisurely, and continued to broadcast live on the blood alliance channel: "All the way is full of yellow-named NPCs. I don’t even look like a kind citizen, so I always feel like I’ve been taken to some evil organization’s base?”

The entropy that came online for a while at noon did not increase and asked curiously: "Your task panel is still silent? The task is not triggered?"

"No, it seems that the plot is still going on, and the task may not be given until the plot is finished." Jia Luo replied, "By the way, Qingyue, please help me get off the line and call Sister Ying, I am worried that it will be triggered later. If she hasn't come up when the task arrives, she won't be able to receive the task."

"Okay." There is also Yang Ying's contact information without entropy increasing, and she lives in Life Lane, Exile Town, very close to the resurrection point.

Over there, Entropy did not increase to help call someone, and here, Jia Luo put someone into a room.

The decoration of this room is much more luxurious than the room that Jialuo saw when he was put on the shelf. The candlesticks with candles and the lamp holders hanging on the walls are all silver, the floor is covered with woolen carpets, and the wall hangings and wall coverings are all silver. The decorations are exquisite.

Jia Luo shook his head and looked around, and his eyes lit up - based on her experience of copying Viscount Darcy's mansion with her group, a search of this room can at least copy items and props worth several hundred copper coins, and there is even a possibility earn more.

"Could it be that this task is something like going deep into the tiger's den and detecting the enemy's situation?" Jia Luo, who has a special liking for house raids...and cleaning the battlefield, looked at the NPC in the room, his gaze became even hotter.

Of course, the people in the room couldn't see any emotions from the black eye sockets of a skeleton...

From the moment Jia Luo was framed through the door, the men who were playing cards and drinking surrounded by a group of women with heavy makeup stopped at the same time and looked this way in amazement.

The caravan boss couldn't hide his excitement and introduced the identity of the product to the owner of the valley, and then raised his palm in front of Jia Luo's head, which was still supported by the two strong men, and shook it like teasing a cat.

"What's wrong?" Jia Luo was rushing to throw the identification technique on the well-dressed NPCs sitting next to the card table, and turned his head impatiently to avoid it.

Everyone in the room was amazed by this very flexible reaction.

"As you can see, this is indeed the undead of Tarantan. The undead servants of the black magician are definitely not so alert!" Caravan Old Road said, "I wonder if you are interested?"

The men sitting at the card table looked at each other, and one of them, with his shirt collar open and several jewel rings on his fingers, rushed to the caravan's old avenue: "Make an offer, old Bert."

"One hundred gold coins." Old Burt said unceremoniously.

The men at the card table roared with laughter, as if old Burt, the caravan boss, had told a very funny joke.

The man who asked the price grabbed the hair of the young woman who was standing next to her with a fruit plate, and pulled it forward: "Don't be so confused, old Bert, a woman of this kind can buy four hundred gold coins. , Five, just buy you a skeleton frame?"

"It's not the same thing, Master Augusta." Old Burt smiled honestly, "There are so many young and beautiful women, but only Inador has the undead of Tarantan, let alone wanting to get such a woman." A magical and rare undead, the risk to take is much greater than getting five women."

"Come on, where can you get the things that your country caravan can catch?" Another slightly gloomy young man said arrogantly.

Old Burt bowed slightly, and said unhurriedly: "Please believe me, Master Stuart, I, old Burt, dare to make a bet with you here, except us, no one else can bring the undead of Tarantan to you. Here we go—it's not like we didn't see people who tried to get undead when we were in Inadari, and they didn't end well."

The men at the poker table didn't speak for a while.

When the Odis family hired the undead of Tarantan to take back their eastern territory, Adler's slave merchants received many orders hoping to obtain slaves of the undead of Tarantan.

And the subordinates sent by the slave traders to Inadoli to carry out activities have not been able to bring back the undead... Either they can't find it at all, or they have no chance to do it (the undead ran away without a trace, no Professional walkers or horse-riding light cavalry can't catch up at all), or they are directly tied up by the undead as humanoid monsters and sent to the city hall to exchange money for reputation.

It was indeed the first time that Burt's caravan had succeeded in bringing the undead out of Innatrix and before them.

But no matter what, one hundred gold coins is too expensive... It's not that the undead of Tarantan, which is quite a selling point, is not worth the price, but that if you buy it at such a high price, the profits of the slave traders will be high Not going anywhere.

While these people were brazenly discussing her worth in front of Jia Luo... Jia Luo, who couldn't understand at all, was excitedly swiping the screen on the blood alliance channel: "Four little bosses were found! The fat ones, A valuable item!"

"This place is full of humanoid monsters, they are well developed!"

The players in the blood alliance sprayed her angrily: "That's enough, stop showing off, everyone knows that you surrounded a bunch of monsters by yourself!"

"Have you triggered the mission? Hurry up and open the teleportation point, big sister!"

"I feel that based on Jia Luo's IQ, this world view breakthrough task is estimated to be yellow."

"If you fail the mission, you should commit suicide and apologize, Jia Luo, don't come back to see Jiang Dong's elders!"

Jia Luo became nervous when he told this group of bad friends: "Damn, it's not my fault, okay, Sister Ying is with me!"

She had just mentioned Yang Ying when the man carrying Yang Ying's "bones" bag suddenly let out a "wow" and threw away the bag that had squirmed on its own.

Inside the house, the people on both sides were startled, and their eyes were all focused.

See...the furoshiki was pushed away by some kind of force from the inside out, scattered into piles, some bones tied with equipment automatically floated up, and combined into a skeleton shape...

"Hey, the scene has changed?" Yang Ying walked out of the furoki, looked left and right in surprise, and then looked down at her bare claws and feet, "Jia Luo, where are my gloves and shoes? Hey, where is my backpack?"

"It was confiscated by the NPC." Jia Luo, who was still supported by the two strong men, hurriedly said, "Sister Ying, don't resist, the plot is still going on, and you won't be given the task until the plot is finished!"

"Ah? Oh." As soon as Yang Ying heard this, she obediently... stood still, obediently waiting for the thugs of the old Burt caravan to come up and put her arms around her.

Beside the card table, the four well-dressed, valuable men were startled by the scene of "Great Change of the Undead", subconsciously left their seats and hid back; seeing Yang Ying who suddenly appeared obediently, they all closed their mouths in shock. Not close.

Old Burt, who was also shocked, swallowed his saliva, and said firmly: "You, you guys, look at these undead of Tarantan...Only we can control them. If it were someone else, they might not be so docile."

The four Adler slave traders looked at each other in blank dismay, and looked at the two undead who were peacefully held by Old Bert's men...

When the big bosses of the populous black market were bargaining with the daring merchants for the second round, several groups of people from Inadoli, more than a hundred miles away, were gathering in the direction of Yongwang Town with torches.

Inadili's resettlement policy includes unconditional recognition of the citizenship status of the orcs, recognition and protection of the legal labor rights of the orcs to obtain the same treatment as humans through labor; , personal safety and personal property safety, and the legislative protection of the right to participate in and discuss state affairs.

Under various preferential policies, the vast majority of orcs did not choose to leave after they were freed, and voluntarily became citizens of the Innadali minority race, and some orcs with professional strength even voluntarily joined the militia.

After Yang gave the order through the branding matrix, several orc militia teams left the orc settlements they were in charge of at an extremely fast speed and rushed to Yongwang Town one after another.

"Ossirian!"

Patton, who personally led the militia led by Yongwang to gather in the north of the town, saw the beast militia striding towards him from a distance, and waved his hand.

"Barton." Ossirian King, who led the orc militia, nodded towards Barton.

"All the people have not arrived yet, let your people rest first." Barton asked people to allocate horses to the orc militiamen who came to gather by running on their legs, and then cared for his colleagues, "We have to travel overnight this time, you still hold on Can you live?"

"It's okay, I've recovered." Ossirian smiled at Barton friendly.

"That's it." Barton smiled heartily, and said generously, "You know, the militiamen like me usually deal with small disputes in the town and the countryside, but we are not very reliable in serious wars. It depends on you."

What he said meant to give Ossirian a boost, but it wasn't all about being humble... Humans with professional strength either went to the regular army to serve their jobs, or joined the mercenary regiment, and no matter how bad they were, they could go to the adventure team to earn money. Quick money, or to serve as a private soldier for the nobles, there is no need to squat in a small place and work as a militia.

Ossirian smiled, looked up to the north of Adler's territory, and said in a serious tone: "Don't worry, Barton, my clansman's will to fight against this kind of enemy will be stronger than you imagine."

Barton was silent for a while, but still tried to persuade him in a friendly way: "You don't have to be so energetic, we can go up after the undead rush..."