Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

At some point, Coulson stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes fixed on the Viscount's mansion, and the corners of his mouth pulled up unconsciously.

Yang Tiao's viewing point is indeed very good. Standing in the tea room on the top floor of this hotel, one can have a panoramic view of the entire Viscount's Mansion.

Although he couldn't see the inside of the big house, just what he could see with the naked eye was enough to make Coulson happy.

"If I knew I brought my mother into the inner city, I should let her see such a scene." Coulson thought with some regret in his heart while enjoying himself.

Butler Bordeaux, grandpa was very polite and considerate when he was alive, but after his death, he seemed to be a different person. When his uncle came forward to urge his family to move out of the Viscount's mansion, his indifferent and alienated attitude, his eyes like looking at garbage, Cole Sen still remembers it vividly.

But now, this defiant old man was stripped of his butler uniform by the undead, bound hands and feet, and thrown shamelessly on the lawn in the garden.

The housekeeper, Simon, used to be his father's personal servant. It was because he brought the man who claimed to be the manager of the shipping company to the house that Coulson was unprepared for the fact that his father owned shares in an unknown shipping company. Signed the inheritance contract.

Now, the bastard who betrayed his dead father is tied up like a lamb to the slaughter.

And... the uncle that Coulson couldn't let go of the most.

When his grandfather was alive, when his father was alive, Coulson never thought that his uncle's kind smile hides hatred for him... wishing for his death, wishing for the deep-rooted hatred that he didn't exist.

When encountering difficulties at home, Coulson first thought of asking for help from his uncle. What could be more reliable than blood relatives?

It wasn't until he suffered a big loss that Coulson had to accept the reality painfully.

And after that, Uncle seemed too lazy to pretend. Even if Coulson, his own nephew, came to ask for an explanation, he couldn't see anyone at all.

That's right, how could Coulson, who is just a commoner, be received by the Viscount so easily?

The Viscount's Mansion where he grew up is no longer Coulson's home, and it is no longer a place where Coulson can go whenever he wants; the once kind uncle has also become an indifferent stranger, not a blood relative who can meet whenever he wants to.

The frustration and hesitation brought about by this huge psychological gap, the anger of being betrayed, the powerlessness of having revenge but not being able to avenge it, the depression of having pain but not being able to vent it, made Coulson breathless.

Until now, seeing with his own eyes the lofty Viscount's mansion being trampled by the undead, seeing the arrogant uncle stripped of his gorgeous clothes by the undead, tied hands and feet like a pig and sheep, and thrown casually in a corner of the courtyard, Coulson's heart ached. The bad breath accumulated for several years can be regarded as really spit out from the chest and lungs.

Qina noticed that her cousin's subconsciously clenched fist was slowly loosening, and a smile appeared on her face.

Yang Qiu noticed the noble girl's reaction, and said with a smile, "I thought the slightly rude behavior of the undead would make you uncomfortable, Qina."

"No, Mr. Yang." Qina was taken aback, and quickly bowed slightly, "I must thank you for your attention, and let me have the honor to sit here and watch this scene."

"Oh?" Yang Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I really don't know how to describe my mood to you... I am very happy and excited." Qina couldn't control her excitement, "I am really happy, Mr. Yang."

Witnessing the scene of the viscount's mansion being trampled by the undead, it is impossible for Qina to feel hurt by other creatures—yes, she is indeed a viscount, but the title of viscount has never given Qina a sense of security, on the contrary , this title has always been the source of her uneasiness.

She is not an excellent person like Phoenix of the Otis family who can gain the trust of family members and the favor of family resources. No one in the Darcy family, or even the nobles in the city of Innatrix, regarded her as a woman. Everyone thought she was just "keeping" the title temporarily.

Qina was used to being looked down upon, but that didn't mean she would like this embarrassing situation.

The scene of the undead trampling the Viscount's mansion gave Qina a different kind of refreshment. She really wanted the Darcy family and the nobles of the Innatrix to take a good look at this scene. She really wanted to say loudly to those people— —Look, the titles you think symbolize everything are worth nothing!

"It's okay, I can understand." Yang Qiu nodded with a smile.

Human beings are social creatures, and the self-positioning of human beings needs to be anchored by the approval of others.

If the anchor point cannot be recognized within a certain group, human beings will naturally seek another shelter that can recognize the value of TA's existence.

In other words... within the aristocratic class, those individuals who cannot be recognized by the mainstream views of the traditional aristocracy, when they find that someone raises the banner of opposing the traditional aristocracy, are often more motivated than the civilians who have nothing to stand in line...

This kind of individual with the mentality of standing in line is naturally not as pure as an idealist like Charlie Rex, but this is completely unimportant - again, Yang Qiu doesn't care about the background of the people who gather to his side What is the fineness in the end.

Whether it's China Darcy or Coulson O'Neill, the two of them choose to stand on the opposite side of the traditional aristocracy. Is this tendency really for "pleading for the people"?Yang Qiu used his knees to figure it out.

Even among the talents cultivated by the national team, there are not many who really devote themselves to it with the ideal of changing the world.

But this is not important.

In the 5000-year history of China, there are not many people with perfect morality, but the talents who can accomplish great things are like those who cross the river!

To Yang Qiu, someone who can do things, accomplish things, and abide by the rules is someone who can be used, and he doesn't care what is pure or not!

Not out of any lofty ideals, but because she was not accepted by the traditional nobles and had to devote herself to the Inadrian regime, China Darcy, in Yang Qiu's view, was a usable person.

When Yang Qiu smiled and nodded at Qina, what was in his mind was: "Rex and Phoenix just need a few competitors."

Charlie Rex is a man after all, and a man will change after he has his own small family and descendants of his own blood; Doing things with a passion is very likely to have inhumane selfishness for the sake of one's own children and grandchildren-it's too common to fail to protect at the end of the festival.

And Phoenix, after all, is the heir of the big family, so her attitude naturally has a tendency to belong to the world.

No matter who is placed in the position of King of the Rhine, there are hidden dangers.

To eliminate hidden dangers, one cannot rely solely on personal ethics... Yang Qiu must make preparations in advance.

Qina Darcy still couldn't understand what the choice she had made meant. Unbearably excited, she got up from her chair, walked to the window like Coulson, and looked down at the "grand event" below with relish .

There are about tens of thousands of players who are currently online and actively participating in the dynamic battlefield; this number is still increasing, and there are constantly newly formed teams teleporting from the town of exile.

What's different from the past is... this "big battlefield", the participating players did not form a large group of thousands or even tens of thousands; apart from Qin Guan and Brother Lahong's old team, there were also many Teams big and small.

The reason is very simple, there are too many people, and it is difficult to lead the team.

Since the third-test players entered the arena, not everyone is willing to hang out with the old players. Many ambitious newcomers have formed their own blood alliances and teams.

When Qin Guan's blood alliance ransacked the Viscount's mansion happily, several groups of players passed by the gate of the Viscount's mansion.

These newcomers, who came one step behind, salivated enviously at the old players who were looting in the Viscount's mansion, but they were very wise not to go up to PK to grab resources... No matter how arrogant the newbies are, they have brains, with an average level of three Veteran players are not challenged by newcomers with levels [-] to [-] at all.

The veteran player who formed the fastest team took the first step to occupy a plate full of meat, but in such a large battlefield, there are many "red famous monsters", and there is no need to fight the veteran player.

The Blood League, the third-test player who passed by the Viscount Mansion first, walked forward excitedly for a few tens of meters before finding the location of the next batch of "red monsters" - the taxation department of the city hall.

There was no need to do any pre-war mobilization, and the newcomers rushed in cheering...

The same situation also happened in the Marketing Division, the Municipal Police Superintendent, the National Guard Headquarters, the Municipal Prison, the City Hall, etc....

The center blossomed and blossomed more and more. Since the undead army launched the attack, in less than 10 minutes, the central city of Dutata City fell into a state of paralysis...

When the Lord's Mansion was overwhelmed by the undead, several nobles from Dutata City who lived in the central avenue also officially fell into panic.

No one is willing to send out private guards to rescue Earl Ezekiel at this time. Almost all the doors of the houses are closed, waiting in full force while watching the street anxiously.

Fortunately, the undead that appeared on Central Avenue did not wantonly attack the noble mansion as people imagined; when the lord's mansion was hit in a mess, the undead on the street ignored other noble families who were tense and had a clear goal. Head north on Center Avenue.

Seeing large groups of undead running past their gates without turning their eyes, several noble families living in Central Avenue let out a long breath.

Before the aristocrats who built their houses on the commercial street could calm down, the servants who were observing the situation outside brought back bad news—the dense clubs, adult clubs, casinos, dart halls, and striptease shows on the northern section of Central Avenue , is being attacked by the undead!

Knowing this situation, I don't know how many nobles almost didn't push over on the spot.

The industry in the northern section of Central Avenue, near the port area, is a gold-selling cave that is exclusively open to merchant ships and merchants!

The local aristocratic family, at least a small half of their income depends on that area!

In the middle of Central Avenue, the bounty hunter association located upstairs in the shipping company, the branch president and two bounty hunters from Norsk stood in front of the window for almost half an hour, confirming that the undead airborne in the central city were only attacking on purpose. After Nadeli declared the target of war instead of attacking the locals indiscriminately, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The branch leader recovered his strength and continued to maintain his composure and said to the two guests: "As I said, the undead souls of Lord Innadrix are not as dangerous as their hideous appearance, they know how to abide by the rules of human society Yes, the two of you saw it too, they never attacked innocent passers-by at all.”

It's not that the branch president is willing to say good things for these Tarantan undead. He really wants to take over the business brought by the two Nosk hunters. Dutata City is even worse.

Well, the Ezekiel family is already a thing of the past in the eyes of the branch leader... I witnessed Earl Ezekiel being stripped into half fruit, bound hands and feet, carried out by the undead, and thrown in the courtyard of the lord's mansion , the branch president really can't believe that this guy can continue to rule the Adler Territory.

The two Norsk hunters looked at each other and nodded in disbelief.

Before the branch president continued to lobby the two to keep the "big business" behind, a hunter hurried through the door and reported the chaos in the northern section of Central Avenue in a state of shock.

Branch President: "..."

The branch president said in astonishment: "Those undead still know the difference between clubhouses and clubhouses, clubs and clubs?!"

There are also many clubs and clubs on the road closer to the city center. Not long ago, when the gang of undead passed by downstairs, they didn't take a second look at these serious business clubs and clubs.

The hunter who came back with the news was also very confused: "I can't tell. Just now I followed those undead, and found that they can even be found in small casinos hidden in ordinary houses!"

The branch president was silent for a while, then turned his head, and said to the two guests calmly: "Obviously, the description I just made was not appropriate enough... These Tarantan undead understand human society better than we imagined."

Of course, players don't have the patience and observation skills to distinguish between membership-based clubs that do business seriously and clubs that provide special services.

Who the players will attack and which places they will loot depends on how the identification technique marks them.

As for why this identification technique is so smart... Yang Qiu's squatting in Du Ta Ta City for the past few days was not for nothing.