Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

This player roared out this voice, all the chatting, farting, and paddling players were in high spirits.

No need for anyone to direct them, this group of natural disasters rushed towards the group of "suspicious NPCs" with green eyes like a pack of wolves who found a rabbit...

"Fuck?!" Ming Feng, who was leading the team ahead, looked back in shock, "What's going on?"

"Brother Feng! This way!"

"Find the monster, find the monster!"

"Catch them—!!"

The erhas who ran out were not willing to turn back at all, and ran farther and farther, yelling.

Fortunately, Ming Feng also knows the virtues of these guys, and he didn't expect to call back the people who ran out, so he quickly stopped the people who were eager to try and chase them out: "It's okay, it's okay, don't go to people! Just More than a dozen monsters have been lured over!"

"Attention the captains of each team, separate and surround the village with the team as a unit!"

"I sealed the village! The wild monsters are spawned in groups, and there must be monsters among the villagers' NPCs. Don't relax!"

During the period of brushing the "Wild Map of Lars City", Mingfeng Chunpu has accumulated a lot of experience, and made an extremely correct choice at this critical moment-"Humanoid wild monsters" are indeed "refreshed" by groups. Cultists do appear in groups, and if you find one, you will find another.

The group of players who broke away from the big group caught up with a dozen or so "suspicious NPCs" who were fleeing for their lives on donkeys, and the other players also successfully completed the control of the village. It's over, normal ordinary villagers don't have the courage to leave from under the eyes of the heavily armed undead, and move from the settlement environment where many people can strengthen each other to the wild.

After the dozen or so "suspicious NPCs" were tied up and carried back by the players, Mingfeng Chungu went up to observe, without relying on identification techniques, he could tell with his eyes that these people were definitely not "civilian NPCs".

Anyway, Mingfeng Chunpu is also a veteran player of the test. He followed the large army from the Tarantan wasteland all the way to Innatrix and took down the Adler collar; although he has no interest in playing the game as an immersive second life , but the "world" and "civilian NPC" I have seen must be much more than the average local.

Where are the rural civilian NPCs with oily faces like these guys, with fat under the skin so thick that there are fat piles on the chin, even if they are disheveled and dressed in rags, they can't cover the white flesh that hasn't been molted in the sun at all!

When Mingfeng Chunpu was the first to do the task of picking up the civilians in Camor Town with the regiment, he already discovered that the modeling and design of civilian NPCs in this game are very realistic-not to mention the villagers, the townspeople can also see it. There are less than a few thin-skinned white meat with no sun marks and fat!

"Hey, we're really lucky. We didn't even look for it, and the wild monster hit us in the face." Ming Feng honestly smiled, and immediately... sent a message to the nearby leg hair balls without hesitation, letting them People come to support.

The route assigned by the team that plucked your leg hair is not far from the Mingfeng Simple Group. I heard that there are clues of wild monsters here, and they rushed over like flying...

When the two groups meet, Ming Feng is simple and skillful... Arranging people to continue to maintain the encirclement outside the village, but any NPC who dares to charge the "defense line" will be knocked down and tied up to serve; others will enter the village in small groups and go door-to-door Search for suspicious items, suspicious hideouts, suspicious people.

"Leaders of all squads should pay attention. Wild monsters will pretend to be civilian NPCs before finding key clues. They cannot be identified by identification techniques, but they can be identified by observation. Anyone who does not look like ordinary civilian NPCs will be tied up and dragged out! "

Mingfeng honestly gave an order, and the captains led their team members like wolves to the villagers' houses...

The Bobby family, who lived at the entrance of the village, had been frightened half to death by a large number of undead wandering into their village in broad daylight.

When the family stopped all work and hid at home shivering, the undead hadn’t left yet and came knocking on the door—Bobby, the male head of the household, was so desperate that he no longer expected to survive, and yelled for his wife to take the children with him. Going to the cellar, he picked up the hoe cruelly, preparing to fight for time for his wife and children to hide.

Bobby, who stood behind the door with despair and anger, didn't have a chance to show his might—the undead found that the door of this family was very broken, and it was crumbling with a slight push, so they decisively chose to open the window.

During the search of the NPC's house, it doesn't matter if the floor is dirty or the room system is messed up. If you destroy the NPC's property, you will be charged...

Bobby, who was holding the hoe tightly with trembling hands, saw the undead nimbly stretching its claws in from the gap in the window, pulling the latch, and jumping lightly into the house, he was completely dumbfounded...

The undead who jumped into the house ignored the male owner holding the "murder weapon" and the hostess who was holding the two children and kept screaming. , didn't even leak the attic cellar.

Quickly went through Bobby's house in more than ten seconds, but couldn't find anything that could be identified (identification technique can only be used to find people, and find items marked by online GM & Yang Qiu), and the undead did not hesitate. Leave quickly—go around the host who is still hesitating whether to take the initiative to attack the "intruder", open the door, and file out.

The last undead walked out of the house without forgetting to close the door.

Bobby, whose hands were trembling uncontrollably, stared blankly at the closed door for a while, then turned to look at his wife dully.

The wife, who had been screaming at the top of her throat for more than ten seconds, was rubbing her throat with her hands in bewilderment and bewilderment... Her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't speak.

Still laying down the hoe, Bobby first ran to the kitchen cellar to have a look.

In the cellar, the family's most important property—grain—was all there, not a single grain of wheat or a single potato was lost.

Bobby hurriedly looked at his bedroom again... The second most important property of their family, the bedding on the bed, was not lost.

Bobby felt very dazed, and even wondered if he had a funny dream just now—the undead came to his house, and they didn't kill or beat people, and they didn't rob women, children, or food. Not to mention destroying the broken furniture in their house... What the hell are they here for? !

Confused, Bobby dared to open the door a little.

As soon as the door opened, he was terrified by the number of undead outside which seemed to be more than before.

When the undead ran past him, turning its neck and looking at him with black eye sockets, Bobby felt that he could barely breathe.

The undead passing by didn't seem to be interested in him. They looked him up and down, then removed their dark eye sockets, and rushed into the neighbor's house diagonally opposite Bobby's house.

The closed door of the neighbor's house also failed to stop these strange skeletons. Bobby watched as an undead stepped on the shoulder of his companion, stretched out his arm, grabbed the attic window of the neighbor's house, and slipped in skillfully...

Next, Bobby heard the terrified screams from the neighbor's house, and also heard the movement of "ping bang bang pong"—the neighbor's family has a large population, and there are also many adult men, and it seems that they are fighting with the undead.

Bobby swallowed, and narrowed the door a lot.

The commotion at the neighbor's house didn't last long, and soon, a few undead who had entered the neighbor's house came out from the gate.

Bobby's eyes widened, and he mustered up the courage to observe carefully.

These undead were neatly dressed, they didn't look like they had ever fought with anyone, and their weapons were well inserted in their waists or on their backs, and no blood was seen.

The undead came out of the door, and the screams of several people in the neighbor's house disappeared almost at the same time.

Not long after the undead left, Bobby saw the door of the neighbor's house pushed open from the inside by a palm-width crack, and several familiar faces crowded together and appeared in the crack, looking out in horror and confusion.

The eyes of the two families met across the air.

Both sides seemed to realize something...

After several groups of undead passed by without turning their eyes on the road between the two families, the two farmers who faced each other opened their doors and walked out of the house.

Bobby and the men from the neighbor's house across the door exchanged glances, emboldened each other, and at the same time turned their gazes to the village.

People passing by along the way, door to door, were "forced to visit" by the undead, and the screams gradually spread to the depths of the village...

Most of the families who had been "forced to visit" by the undead quieted down, and some people came out in twos and threes to see the situation.

"Has the undead robbed your house? Has anyone in your house been injured?"

"No, what about your family?"

"nor……"

A group of farmers exchanged experiences of each family with each other, with simple faces full of sunburn and wrinkles, the more they communicated, the more confused they became.

"What are they here for?" Bobby couldn't help asking.

No one in the same village could answer Bobby's doubts, and everyone's face was blank.

Seeing that the undead had entered the village and gradually approached the big house in the innermost part of the village, a village woman suddenly said nervously: "Look, they are going to the religious adults!"

The other villagers also saw that the undead were entering the big house that was very important to the village, and they all became nervous: "Oops, will these undead conflict with the cultists?"

The village is in a bad location, close to the mountains.

Sometimes bandits in the mountains go down the mountain to earn extra money because they are poor and crazy, and the people in the village have to suffer... either the grain of this family is robbed, or the cattle of that family are taken away.

Encountering the kind of vicious bandits who bully women, beat and even kill men after the robbery, the villagers often scold the world and accept the reality painfully... The old men in the town only think of it when they collect taxes. This remote village usually doesn't care about things; even if you go to the town to report to the magistrate, the magistrate is impatient to take care of such "small things".

The only ones who can be counted on are those religious adults who will preach the benevolence of a certain god in the village and cure the villagers' headaches and brain problems-as long as the villagers give food, those religious adults will be willing to stay in the village; When the time comes, the bandits in the mountains will not come.