Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The second test player only stayed in the town of exile for less than a month after entering the field, and ran out with the old players when he changed his job, causing many construction sites in the town of exile to be put on hold for a long time.

The third-test players entering the arena now, it is foreseeable that the large army will definitely run out after stepping into the first turn... Isn't it good to open up wasteland in the wilderness of the spider's nest poisonous fog swamp? Who wants to spend all day in Novice Village moving bricks?It's not shaking M!

Fortunately, this group of players can go out to the front, no matter how disgusted they are, they still have to move bricks to build the town of exile... After all, if they can't even gain the reputation of professional mentors, they will not be able to receive job transfer tasks.

The immediate task of the Traveler's Guild is to organize the undead to move bricks in the area behind the guild, on Zhennan Street near the Guanzhen River—wait for the railway to be completed and open the door to connect the exiled town to the outside world. To build a factory area, the factory building, boiler room, staff dormitory and so on must be built first.

Luo Zi, Ge Jier, the female warrior, and two other companions were dragged to the planned construction site of the factory area in the south of the town.

It was nine o'clock in the morning in another world, and for players on Earth, it was six o'clock in the afternoon when they had just entered the peak time of going online.

Luo Zi and others who came to take office on the first day were shocked to see...the large construction site with a scale of more than 800 mu (approximately 0.56 square kilometers) and piled up with various building materials, sand and gravel, was already full of undead waiting... The number is not necessarily less than the undead they saw outside the deserted village (mining area map) last night.

Before Ross and the others recovered from the shock of seeing the skeletons full of holes, they heard the undead who had waited impatiently scolding their mothers in front of them: "I don't think these uncles are here!" , Players have to wait for the NPC to go to work before they play the game before sending out tasks, it’s so special, see you soon!"

"How did the old players endure these uncles for so long? I was the one who slaughtered the city long ago!"

"When I reach the full level, you non-human Newbie Village NPCs are waiting to die!"

Ross and others: "??"

Naturally, one must wear a rhododendron badge in order to "be on the job". Ross and the others, who could understand the players' swearing, all looked at the old employees in horror.

"They're just like that, there's no door on their mouths, so don't worry about it." The operator who was surprised didn't take it seriously at all, and led the new colleagues to the work station indifferently, passing on experience while walking, "If there is an undead offending When it comes to you, you can teach it some lessons, but if they are just swearing, then ignore it...it can't be managed."

Ross: "..."

Due to the large number of undead, if all the tasks are received at one point, then there is nothing to do except watch them scramble for tasks all day long; in order to ensure the efficiency of the project, the Walker Guild has many points for assigning tasks on the construction site. , each person is responsible for one piece.

Ross and the others were led to the construction site area of ​​the staff dormitory. The operator gave them the keys to the warehouses (brick rooms for storing mission tools) of the five mission points in this construction site area, and enthusiastically explained: "This construction site area has ten Mission points, our old employees are in charge of five, and you are in charge of five. Everyone’s positions are crossed and they can see each other. If you have any problems, please ask the old employees on the left and right sides for help. If we find that there is something wrong in the area you are in charge of , will come to help immediately, don't worry."

Ross and the others said in embarrassment that Ge Jier's attitude was particularly uncomfortable... This young man is not used to being treated so kindly and thoughtfully by the enemy's subordinates than Ross.

The operators don't care what they think, anyway, they are all prisoners, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.

After assigning positions, the operator has not forgotten to give each of the five new colleagues a steel knife.

The Rosses who received the weapons were so shocked that their jaws almost fell to the ground.

This bright and bright steel knife does not have any enchantments, but its quality is high enough to be called a weapon-issue weapons to a group of captured enemies like them?seriously? ?

The operator solemnly said: "The undead occasionally have offensive behaviors that cross the boundary, or try to interfere with our work, so we can drive away the undead to a certain extent. Of course, it is best not to be easily lured away by the undead. Otherwise, the tools we keep are likely to be destroyed or robbed—I think you should know that the undead have a blurred line on property ownership."

Rhodes and others: "..."

No, they don't even have self-defense weapons, and they can only wear "the same style of the undead" as their clothes. Aren't they thanks to the undead—no!Does this mean that even if they are forced by the Nightmare Butcher and have to bow their heads to serve the undead and stay here, they will still be robbed by those dirty undead...? ?

At this time, the undead waiting next to them complained loudly: "Have these NPCs finished their nonsense, why are they just doing daily work?"

"Hey, buddy, don't you know? These high-level NPCs here are captured by old players who just triggered the dynamic combat mission. It is estimated that they have to go through a process to come to the town of exile."

"Hey, what's the matter? No wonder these poor NPCs are also wearing novice suits. I said that high-level NPCs shouldn't be so poor!"

Ross had no expression on his face, the female warrior clenched the steel knife, Gejir looked angrily at the group of nagging undead... They understood right then and there why the friendly old staff wanted to give them weapons.

The operators had heard even worse things, so calmly, they waved their hands to signal everyone to take their seats.

As soon as Ross stood in front of his assigned station and opened the warehouse with a key, the impatient undead rushed up...

The "game accounts" used by the players were all dug out by Yang Qiu from the ruins of the ancient battlefield on the Tarantan wasteland.

In other words... these skeletal frames are all the remains of the mighty armies of the War of the Gods.

None of the skeletons were less than 1.8 meters tall.

Surrounded by a group of skeletons who were as short as 1.8 meters and taller than [-] meters aggressively, the psychological pressure can be imagined-Roz, who is as determined as Ross, instantly entered a state of stress, and directly pulled out the steel knife.

Then...before Ross swung his knife to defend himself, these undead who were squeezing in front of him with their teeth and claws, started fighting...

"Snatch Nima, I'm the first to come!"

"Damn it, I've been squatting here for more than ten minutes!"

"Squeeze your hair, first come first, first come first, do you understand!"

"Don't make trouble, old buddy, line up! It's not worth waiting for half an hour to hang up offline-who the hell is pulling me? I'm the first in line, I'll come first!"

…Roz, who was able to maintain a calm face when he saw the real Nightmare Butcher, almost cracked his face.

He silently turned his head to look at the old employee's workplace tens of meters away... Very good, there is also a mess there, which is similar to his own situation.

Ross took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and stood firmly in front of the warehouse he was in charge of like the old employees next door, waiting for the gang of undead to pinch their own results.

In the chaos, the witty undead bypassed the group of compatriots, ran to stand in front of Ross, glanced at the top of Ross's head, and said politely: "Hello Ross, I want to claim Task."

More witty undead, standing behind this polite undead, very quickly lined up...

Ross silently took out the tools from the warehouse and handed them to the undead one by one.

The gang of undead who were still fighting saw that they had all taken up the task here, and they separated without interest, and walked to the tail of the team cursing.

"Although it is chaotic and disorderly, will it obey order..."

Ross found that not only his own side, but also the undead of the old employees next door calmed down after a while of chaos, and their hearts became more and more restless.

If these undead really don't know what order is like at the beginning, then although Ross will be very troublesome, he is also very happy to see it-an army without order is not capable of fighting, no matter how strong an individual is; Various countries in the world have never taken civil organizations such as the Hunter Association, Adventurer Association, Alchemy Room, and Mage Tower seriously, because the internal order of these professional-level civil organizations with abundant force is not as good as that of noble private soldiers.

"After all, it is the undead army that has captured the Walton Church. It is impossible not to know what order is." Ross's heart is complicated. Private soldiers fight."

Ross, who was thinking about various issues about the undead, suddenly realized something was wrong.

The undead of yesterday's captive investigation team were all wearing relatively matching equipment and possessed quasi-professional combat effectiveness.

The group seen in front of the abandoned village (mining area map) is obviously much weaker, and the equipment often only has a steel knife and an additional fish scale armor.

Ross's heart was shocked, and he raised his eyes stiffly to look around.

Some of the thousands of undead that can be seen on this construction site also have steel knives and fish scale armor, and some are just like them, only wearing a pullover and a pair of elastic band shorts.

Not counting the two batches of undead that I saw last night, what I have seen so far... is beyond what Ross learned when he was in the city of Inador. The total number of undead in Tarantan is about [-]. past information.

In other words - without the knowledge of the Church of Gold, the Church of the Sun, and the local nobles of Inadoli, the number of undead in Tarantan has greatly increased!

Ross's tight face trembled unconsciously...

And he didn't have time to digest the shock of this sudden realization, as long as the undead waiting for the task slowed down on his side, they would urge him in a particularly rude manner...

Next, Ross was trapped in the work station, standing for several hours.

In the area of ​​the construction site he was in charge of, there were three two-storey staff dormitories to be built with four large rooms on each floor, which could accommodate [-] undead moving bricks at the same time.

It stands to reason that managing such a small construction site is not too strenuous, but the problem is... the players are not the kind of people who will honestly receive a task and live for a day. Most players get tired of moving bricks for an hour or two. I have to settle the task and go to play something else.

In addition, the earth time at this moment is the peak period for players to be online, and many players rush to move bricks in time, and when the team is formed and they are going to do some activities, they will settle the task and leave; Go online one after another, take advantage of the free time when you are looking for a team to mix activities, or wait for relatives and friends to go online to move bricks and gain some reputation...

Countless undead came and went, and the undead in front of him changed back and forth, mechanically repeating the behavior of handing tools, receiving tools, and paying undead coins; after only one day, Ross felt that the two arms were no longer his own, and the two arms in front of him were no longer his own. It seems that there are countless skulls dangling back and forth...

What's worse is that these undead don't understand how tired the people who serve them are.

On average, one or two out of every ten undead will look curiously at his outfit of the same style as the undead, and also discuss their origins with other undead loudly in front of him, and expose them in person. The scars of this group of people—even calling them the apostles of the evil god to their faces!

If it wasn't for "working" on the first day and being a prisoner, a cultivator like Ross would be so angry that he wanted to raise his knife several times.

It was [-]:[-] p.m. in the foreign world, and the time on the earth plane had entered the night. After the online peak period dropped, he heard the old staff come to greet Ross, who was off work, and leaned against the door of the warehouse as soon as his legs softened.

"It's pretty peaceful today, nothing major happened." On the way to the cafeteria leading the five newcomers who joined the Walker's Guild, the operators were still sighing, "These undead know the rules. No one came over to make trouble during lunch."

"That's right, when I had lunch last time, some undead wanted to steal my plate, and they didn't need to eat. It's outrageous!"

"It's not bad. On the factory site next door, a group of undead sneaked up on the pickaxes and shovels and prepared to take them away while our people were having lunch. Our brothers were so scared that they chased after them. It took two streets to snatch things back..."

"It's good to recover it successfully. Last week, a batch of tools were stolen from the Knights' Guild. When they were found, they had been carried to the spider's lair in the tunnel by the undead, and a lot of them were destroyed. It's amazing. What the hell."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ross and the others, who followed the operators wearily, remained silent all the way.

They understood a little bit why the followers of the Nightmare Butcher were so friendly to them... Somebody came all the way to help them share the pressure of dealing with these thousands of undead, ecstatic would be considered an understatement.

On the way across the cross street to the cafeteria, some undead who just got off the platform in the center of the street looked at the group of NPCs in astonishment.

"Fuck, I got off work as soon as I logged into the NPC? Is there any mistake? Isn't it still dark, and these guys don't work overtime?" These undead were very dissatisfied and shouted at the native tool people who had been working for nine hours. .

Ross had no expression on his face, the female warrior clenched her fists, and Gajeel glared at her.