Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Earth time is 03:30 pm, game time is [-]:[-] am.

Hal Maxwell "The Razor", the former leader of the Holy Crow Thieves, got out of the tent and looked around blankly.

The planned construction site of the Walker Guild has changed from a deserted block to a real large construction site. The guild hall under construction is surrounded by iron pipes and large fishing nets of unknown materials (actually scaffolding), and the living quarters for the instructors have also been dug out. The foundation is half a meter deep.

With these weird undead's enthusiasm for "work", Hal felt that he might be able to move out of the cramped tent after waiting half a month at most...

But he wasn't at all happy about it.

On the contrary, as the construction progressed, Hal's heart became colder and colder... He was only in his 30s, and he didn't want to ruin his life in this kind of world with a bunch of skeletons, zombies, and an evil black magician. Companion Fucking Wasteland!

Several skeletons with strange square-shaped green characters on their heads passed by, and one of the skeletons turned its attention to Hal who was standing in front of the tent.

Hal didn't move, his naturally drooping hand slowly approached the long knife that never left his body.

The player looked down at the game time displayed by the system, and instead of coming over to disturb Hal, who was not yet at work, he chatted with his companions and walked away.

Hal let go of his hand from the handle in disappointment...

These weird undead are really smart, and they are getting less and less "legal" chances to kill.

Sighing, Hal picked up the ingredients for breakfast and walked towards where Tuttle lived.

Tuttle Joe, who was born in a good family, is the one who pays attention to the details of life among them. Tuttle can always make more delicious food than others with the same ingredients. Pansy, a treasure expert, was used to having dinner at Tuttle's place in the morning and evening.

"Good morning, Hal."

Pansy, who was closer to Tuttle, had already arrived, holding a carton of a kind of milk in his hand, and greeted Hal casually.

"Good morning, Pansy. Tuttle, here you are."

Hal put the paper bag in his hand in the hand of Tuttle who was busy preparing the ingredients, and sat down next to Pansy: "You haven't finished your carton of milk yet?"

"There are some left, do you want a box?" Pansy took out the box casually.

"Thank you." Hal accepted it bluntly...

"Our black magician is so powerful that he can find all kinds of supplies even in such a desolate place." Pansy pointedly said, "Although the things he finds are always strange, such as this kind of paper The boxed milk seems to have a lot of sugar in it."

"That's not it, but it doesn't taste much like milk." Hal narrowed his eyes, "The biscuits that were handed out earlier had a layer of icing on them... Even in the capital of the Rhine Kingdom, those famous biscuit shops Not so generous."

"So——" Tuttle came over with a saucepan full of ingredients, put it on the bonfire where the two were sitting, wiped his hands and sat down and said, "You all think that there are forces from the Outer Continent supporting it. The black mage?"

"The largest sugar producing area is in the Outer Continent." Pansy said succinctly, "As far as I know, the Kingdom of Rhine failed to take advantage of the colonization of the Outer Continent because of its conflict with the Kenyan Empire."

Tuttle spread his hands and said: "Well, it seems reasonable to rely on the evil black magician of the evil Kenyan Empire to penetrate into the depths of the eastern part of the Nabalon continent... But we take turns arranging people these days Watching the night, but have never seen any strangers enter this place and deliver supplies to the black magician."

"If we want to supply the eighteen of us and that Rex's living needs, we only need to let a supernatural concealment expert carry a space ring—" Tuttle raised his finger and pointed to the construction site not far away. The blue bricks and cement piled up on it, "These things need at least two medium-sized airships to hold them. Something as conspicuous as an airship can't be seen unless the night watchman is blind."

Hal & Pansy were silent...

A large number of building materials appearing overnight is nothing too strange for players. Anyway, the game, the planner can "refresh" whatever he wants to "refresh".

For these aborigines, it was very fucked-they couldn't understand how the black magician Yang, who was squatting with them in this wasteland full of monsters and monsters, did it!

Well, it is indeed very troublesome to transport a heavy object of this magnitude. Yang Qiu vacated the space ring and ran a dozen times before it was done...

As for the source, just like the daily necessities provided, I didn’t explain it to my subordinates at all, because there is really no way to explain it...

"Tuttle, what's your idea?" Hal sighed and asked vigorously.

Tuttle was silent for a while, and said: "...Perhaps, it is not a bad idea for us to accept the reality for the time being."

Hal's complexion changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

"Hal." Pansy quickly got up and hugged Hal's arm, and gave Tuttle a worried look.

Tuttle stood up on his knees, looked straight into Hal's angry eyes, and said calmly: "Believe me, Hal, I have never forgotten our original vows, we are always together."

Hal exhaled heavily, suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Then what do you mean?"

Although there were no noisy undead wandering around them, Tuttle cautiously approached Hal's ear and lowered his voice extremely low: "I was thinking, maybe we can consider using these weird undead...and, Yang .”

Howl looked at him in shock...

"Yang proclaimed himself the lord of Tarantan. Before, we all thought that the black magician was crazy and dreaming... But obviously, Yang was serious. He really planned to manage this wasteland into his territory. He might have spent He has hoarded supplies for many years to prepare, and these undead, who will not die no matter how they are killed, are his subjects."

Tuttle said softly: "For a black mage, it's not surprising how many undead lords he summons. If he can really gain a foothold in Tarantan, then it doesn't matter if we follow him, as long as there are enough benefits. If He can't..."

Tuttle lowered his voice to the point where Pansy, who was very close to them, could barely hear him: "The reward for 'Nightmare Butcher' is as high as [-] gold coins."

Pansy & Hal's eyes lit up suddenly...

"—Wait, what if he chooses to escape after he finds out that it can't be done? When the black mage wants to escape, it's not easy for others to keep him." Hal grabbed Tuttle's hand and said hurriedly.

Tuttle pulled Hal and Pansy to sit down, approached these two little friends who were looking at him eagerly, and said coldly: "So we have to prepare as soon as possible. First of all, we need to win over as many people as possible. The undead... I think you have also noticed that these undead are crazy and arrogant, even if Yang passes by them, no one is polite to Yang; I have reason to think that these undead may... don't think Yang is theirs Owner."

Hal slapped his thigh and suddenly said: "You are right, Yang will guard against us, but he may not guard against those undead."

"But when we were in contact with those undead, Yang was also monitoring us in the matrix." Pan Xi frowned.

Tuttle nodded at Pan Xi, and his companions knew that although Pan Xi had a violent personality, he was actually a smart and wise person: "It is true, we need to use the matrix to communicate with these undead. Being watched by Yang, but this kind of monitoring is just to ensure that we must obey his rules and order these undead to work, it does not prevent us from having other connections with those undead... For example, when we hacked some annoying undead, As long as our behavior is not out of line, Yang will not notice us."

Pan Xi's eyes lit up: "You mean... we can look for opportunities to give these crazy undead some hints?"

"Yes." Tuttle nodded affirmatively, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, "I think you have also noticed that in the past few days, almost all the undead are talking about 'hidden missions'... They seem to be looking forward to accepting Get special, secret missions that aren't released publicly. While we can't release missions outside of the rules, we can convince them that we can give them what they want too."

Pansy & Hal nodded vigorously, and Hal said excitedly: "That's right, these noisy bastards are more excited than before these days. There is no other task, I hacked several of these bastards to death!"

"..." Tuttle wiped his sweat, "It is not necessary to hack them all next time, we can consider choosing some less crazy ones... No, choose some undead that we can recognize, and selectively let some of them go. , and then observe the follow-up reactions of these undead to see if they will be more friendly to us..."

"This kind of thing can't be rushed, we have to take our time, patiently select the undead who are willing to get close to us, and slowly give this part of the undead the benefits we can give, and try to keep it so close that it will not be noticed by Yang Contact, and when the time is right, give them hints..."

After the food was cooked, Tuttle shared the meal with the two friends, and said: "A secret is not a secret if it is known by too many people. I suggest that this matter should only be done by the three of us. What do you think?"

"That's right, it's not that you don't trust others, but that the fewer people who know the secret, the better." Pansy immediately agreed.

Hal also had no objection... Among the 17 members of the ex-thief group who stayed with him until the end, he believed that there would be no traitors, but there were indeed some idiots among them who had no brains and were more than successful.

After discussing the big plan, Hal, who was usually annoyed to death by the players during his working hours during the day, showed a professionalism different from the usual pure paddling, and watched with piercing eyes and all his attention on the tasks he was doing. undead.

"When will the days of moving bricks come to an end!"

"Damn it, the last bit of potential value will not increase!"

"Who stirred this batch of cement? It's so thin that it can't be pasted. Is it due to insufficient rework?"

"The money I earned from moving bricks bought lipstick for my wife, and she said she would never forcefully take off my helmet next time..."

"Do you still want to go to the Spider Cave at night?"

"Mom, you still want to go, have you lost enough equipment?"

"I feel that if you go to the Spider Cave, don't think about spawning monsters. You can get rich by picking up equipment..."

Even though there were only a dozen or so undead, Hal managed to get out of the hustle and bustle of the vegetable market. Coupled with the background sound of the duet singing from Tuttle and Pansy on the same construction site not far away, Hal felt the veins on his forehead Jumping all the time, there is an urge to draw out the long knife and slash...

When Hal used the greatest self-control in his life to suppress his irritability, an undead ran over roaring and screaming: "Hey, have you heard that? The boss of Hulu has already changed his job, the number one in the game." A mage is about to appear!"

"Damn it, is it true?"

"The cubs are at the first level as soon as they go online, and they can change jobs after earning enough reputation, which is faster than others."

"It's so unfair! My account only has 32 points of potential!"

"Who said that the dog's planning is improper and people's potential is random? If you have a black face, you will admit it."

"Why don't we kill Lord Yang, it's fair for everyone to change jobs!"

Hal, the tiger's body shook...

The players who don’t get tired of moving bricks and don’t waste their saliva with beeping don’t think there’s anything wrong with what they said, and continue beeping:

"Think about it too much, you, the first-level spider will kill the vanilla wife and they are dying, and the third-level big mouse will get the achievement of killing players, and the lord Yang who can't identify the level even wants to kill it. Die? Come wake him up with a yellow pee brother!" A player who was trying to mix ashes shouted and taunted.

"That's right, it's more practical to kill the high-level NPC who exploited us with reputation points." Another player pointed at Hal, "This NPC is level five, and it's easier to kill than Lord Yang. How about practicing with this buddy?"

The string called reason in Hal's brain snapped, he pulled out his long knife, and rushed towards the undead pointing at him with dirty bone claws with a dark face.

"NPC can kill people just by beeping?!" Fortunately, the player was far away, and immediately ran away.

"Pfft hahaha!"

"Hahahaha I'm going to die laughing!"

"Run, the NPC won't chase you if you run out of range! This Hal has shorter legs than Tuttle next door... why the hell is he rushing at me!" The next player who was targeted by Hal jumped up and ran, While running, he turned around and shouted, "Don't get excited, Halsan, I'm just joking, I'm your undead friend~"

"Grass ha ha ha ha ha!"

"That's enough, you guys, can you stop molesting NPCs hahahaha!"

"Sooner or later, you sand sculptures will die laughing!"

"Hurry up and return the NPC, you have to accept the mission!"

Tuttle, who was next door, heard Hal's laughter, and was amazed that Hal suddenly changed so quickly, and could immediately become one with these annoying undead he had been complaining about...

Turning his head, he found that Hal was madly chasing a skeleton jumping up and down amidst the laughter of a group of undead.

Tuttle: "..."

The player who was interacting with Tuttle found that the NPC was ignoring him, moved two steps horizontally to block Tuttle's sight, and threw the muddy quest props at his face: "Tuttle Joe, I want to settle the quest , did you hear that? Hello? Hello?"

After a day's work, a group of three has dinner time after get off work.

"I don't think so." Hal said with a gloomy face, "It's too difficult to find someone who is not so crazy among these lunatics and undead."

Tuttle & Pansy: "..."

How should I put it... Although they all felt that Hal was not impatient enough, the undead were indeed a big problem; no matter how many times they witnessed it with their own eyes, it was difficult for them to get used to these undead being killed by their companions. The gloating energy of laughing wildly at that time...

"Ugh!"

The three sighed in unison.

"You don't have to give up too early, it's just the first day." Tuttle cheered up and said, "These undead are very...personal, and judging from their speech, I firmly believe that it is possible to talk to these undead...at least If we successfully communicate with some of them, as long as we have enough patience, we will definitely be able to find undead who are willing to assist us in assassinating Yang at a critical moment."

Hal was silent for a while, and said quietly: "You don't understand what I mean, Tuttle. It's not difficult to ask some undead to assassinate Yang. These illogical lunatics have no respect for Yang who summoned them. heart, not to mention treating Yang as a loyal master. The difficulty is how to communicate normally with these undead."

Tuttle & Pansy: "..."

"The worst thing is, in the eyes of these undead, the only difference between us and Lord Yang is that we are easy to assassinate or not easy to assassinate." Hal said with a fucking face, "At least I can't guarantee that these undead will Keep an eye on us. Don't forget, Yang said at the very beginning that these unruly undead...will kill whatever they can, no matter the cost."

Tuttle's face suddenly became a little stiff.

To be honest, because these undead are easy to slash and kill, he has long forgotten Yang's warning...

Thinking about the spirit of these undead running to the spider lair that Yang had opened up in the past few days, Tuttle couldn't help but shiver.

Pansy's complexion was uglier than Tuttle's.

This treasure expert was the most reliable think tank besides Tuttle in the Holy Crow era. When Hal and Tuttle were frustrated with the plan discussed in the morning, he had already thought of something deeper: "Hey Hey, guys, I have a not-so-good guess... Could it be that these crazy ghost-like skeletons Yang summoned...are not ordinary undead?"

Tuttle hurriedly said, "Pansy, what do you think?"

"Although Yang claims he never admitted it, his nickname on Nabaron's most wanted list is indeed 'Nightmare Butcher'."

Pan Xi took a deep breath, and said with an ugly face: "The skeletons he summoned from the people are indeed different from the undead army of ordinary black mages...not slow at all, very sensitive, crazy and have a very high Wisdom, this kind of wisdom is not like ordinary summoned objects can possess—"

Tuttle & Hal felt their hairs stand on end when they heard this...

Pan Xi's tone became more and more excited: "Could it be that these undead are not at all the undead we thought, but higher-level demon creatures above this?!"

"The reason why they appear in the form of fragile skeletons is either that the bodies of these undeads cannot enter the material plane, or that Yang temporarily limited their power in order to 'domesticate' these undeads, making them behave like this." The weakness we have seen?!"

"The evidence is what Hal said. These undead are not bound by the summoning contract, and they can actually kill Yang! I can't even imagine what level of terrifying creatures these undead are!"

Hal was dumbfounded, and Tuttle was dumbfounded.

As if the mist that had been covering his eyes was blown away by the wind, Hal instantly thought of countless doubts, and his voice began to tremble: "Yes, yes...Yang himself said that these undead will become stronger and stronger, but they are just ordinary skeletons. How could it be possible to get stronger and stronger? Damn, we shouldn’t have come here at that time, we were all deceived by the friendliness that the evil bastard pretended to be, we were all deceived by the generous supplies of this guy!”

"This kind of thing—"Nightmare Butcher" can indeed be done! Damn it! Is this guy trying to create a natural disaster?!" Tuttle also growled in cold sweat.

"It's time to make up your mind, guys." Pansy let out a heavy breath, "If you run away in the night, this guy won't hunt down us who know his secret...or, kill him! Dangerous and terrifying creatures have not been 'domesticated' successfully, and their true strength cannot be revealed before!"

The atmosphere in the room between the three became extremely dignified.

The three of them would not believe the unilateral view that the evil black magician would let them go. That guy traveled thousands of miles to the Sorensen Mountains to trick them here!

"Done!" Hal gritted his teeth fiercely, "No matter what madness this crazy black magician is going crazy, we don't need to be crazy with him!"

At any rate, they have been highway robbers for several years, and this group of guys really dared to fight hard when they started. They immediately buried their heads in eating, filled their stomachs, and then dispersed to contact other people...

Tang Jia, Zheng Qingyue, Yang Ying, Jia Luo, and Ji Tang formed a team at the birth point and headed towards the northeast corner of the town.

"One hour in the game is equal to half an hour in reality. NPCs who must gain reputation when changing jobs only give tasks during the time period from 04:30 am to 04 am and from 30:[-] pm to [-] pm every day. Zombie NPCs You can pick up the mission anytime."

While on the way, Zheng Qingyue enthusiastically introduced the game to the new friends she met: "You can only log in for twelve hours a day, that is, 24 hours of game time. Your initial potential value is so high, so you have to calculate the time to log in. , Try to fill up the prestige time every day."

"Understood, I will carefully calculate the time to log in in the future." Ji Tang nodded.

"On your first day of playing, let's use up the login time first." Tang Jia waved his hands proudly, "Today I went with a large group to farm monsters, and found a place where small groups can safely farm monsters. Let's go now Just go and verify if you can swipe, if you can swipe, get some materials for us Qingyue to pay reputation, she can change the nurse's job, and our small team will be strong!"

No matter whether Ji Tang understood or not, he kept nodding his head...

Regardless of any game, female players are more willing to play with newcomers, and this holographic game is no exception.

Zheng Qingyue gave Tang Jia a helpless look, then turned her head and added to her new teammate: "Don't listen to her nonsense, she is sometimes quite unreasonable. Anyway, let's take this trip to see some excitement, so we should hang up." The preparation of the line..."

"Ah, it's the guy who doesn't increase the entropy!"

The two players who were running towards each other saw the ID with no increase in entropy, stopped in surprise and waved hello.

"Hello." Zheng Qingyue nodded politely to the two players.

"Boss, do you want to do a hidden mission together?" The two players didn't treat themselves as outsiders at all, and ran over excitedly, "We seem to have bumped into a big mission, the big mission of assassinating Lord Yang!"

"So exciting?!" Tang Jia exclaimed in surprise.