Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

In front of the apologists, Tarantan's undead escorted a group of private soldiers and handed them over to Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu settled the prestige of the players who turned in according to the number of captives. When it was over, he temporarily released a task of "watching the captives", and still let the players manage the captives and their horses...

The behavior of handing over the task, although the attitude of the players is really loose and casual, but in the case of language barrier, it can still be interpreted as "these undead of Tarantan know how to obey orders and obey the black magician Yang".

Although the apologists were unwilling to come into contact with this group of dirty undead, they backed away from a long distance. Seeing that the players were barely "lawful", at least they did not have too much hostility towards the players.

It is also fortunate that the languages ​​of the two sides are not interoperable, otherwise the worldview of the apologists will be shattered again...

"Hey, have you noticed that among these NPCs, all the NPCs whose occupations can be identified by identification techniques are paladins and paladins. They don't look like they can piss with a black magician like Lao Yang? What the hell? Sand sculpture plot?"

"Hey, isn't the leader of this group of NPCs close to Old Yangte? We saw them sitting opposite each other when we came here. They must be old friends or something. I don't think the camps in this game meet like a certain beast. He can fight life and death, more like Jisan, Evilman Valley and the NPCs of Haoqi League have nothing to do, and they can still fall in love and have sex with Jisan."

"The modeling of this little boy in black robe is really handsome, and Lao Yang can't leave any scum in seconds."

Yang Qiu calmly ignored the nagging of the players, who were more mentally polluted than the ancient gods, and arranged for the players to be taken prisoner, so he invited the "black-robed boy" Rowell, whom the players called, to go with him, and turned back to install the "civilian NPC" their valley.

Once moving, the difference between the Holy Order Cavalry and the Tarantan Undead Army is even more obvious...

The apologists neatly followed the black robes to monitor Rowell's actions, and there were as many orders and prohibitions as the team could order.

As for the players, only the teams who received the task of "Taking Prisoners" moved with Yang Qiu, and the other teams squatted down to auction their equipment, without even giving Yang Qiu an extra look...

Yang Qiu: "..."

Yang Qiu posted several time-sensitive tasks in succession with a blank face.

Only then did the players jump up one after another, scrambling to keep up with the large army - it was very realistic.

Many of the apologists leading the horses in the front couldn't help looking back at those who seemed to be "orderly" at first glance, but when they looked a little closer, they found that they were really unorganized and disorderly souls.

The job of church apologists is not to serve as mercenaries for the sake of spending a little money on the military. No matter which country or which church apologists are from, the things they do the most in their careers can be divided into three categories:

Fight against the void demons that came out of the unstable space-time rift, hunt down and kill heretics (heretics are two different things, only those who engage in bloody sacrifices are called heretics), and eliminate all non-material plane native creatures that are harmful to humans— Including but not limited to wandering monsters, undead spawned somewhere, etc.

In other words, the apologists actually knew a lot about the undead.

It is precisely because they know the undead quite well that the apologists are particularly surprised by this group of weird skeletons...

"Rowell, I don't feel right...their calls seem to be some kind of language, judging from the complicated pronunciation, this language seems to be more complicated than the common language...knowing how to use such a complicated language to communicate, I I really don’t think this is the wisdom that the undead can have.” Andre, who observed silently for a while, leaned into Rowell’s ear and whispered his confusion.

Rowell nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on Yang Qiu who was leading the way, and said softly: "The undead in the Dimensional Demon Realm do not have complex language skills, and it is impossible for them to be as flexible as these undead. Yang, the origin of these undead Not telling the truth."

"Do you think that these undead do not come from the Dimensional Demon Realm?" Andre asked cautiously.

"If Yang can find such an intelligent and spiritual undead servant in a certain dimension of the devil world, then there is no reason why other black magicians can't find it." Rowell said calmly, "But the truth is, the black magicians I have seen Magicians, and their undead servants, the most intelligent, can only do chores like housekeeping."

Andre fell silent, thin sweat gradually appeared on his forehead...

Joyce Andre, whom Yang Qiu yelled at one by one as a "young man", is of course impossible to be a young man who doesn't know the world; Non-commissioned officers of the Holy Priest Legion, as long as they are not in front of old men like Yang Qiu & Rowell who have lived for two or three hundred years, they can be regarded as respected elders wherever they go.

Of course, there are creatures in the Dimensional Demon Realm whose intelligence is no less than that of human beings and who are very spiritual.

Like... demons.

This made Andre unbelievable and extremely fearful.

The race of demons must be regarded as the common enemy of all followers of righteous and evil gods.

No matter how fiercely the believers of righteous gods & evil gods have fought, if a demon parachutes beside them, the two sides will definitely work together without saying a word, and are willing to pay all the price to eliminate the demon.

The reason...is because the demonic nature of demons has something in common with divinity; the demonic nature of demons is more feared by religious people than the revived will of the ancient gods

If the spiritual pollution caused by the out-of-control ancient gods is the sharp sword hanging over the heads of all professional powerhouses, then the demon clan is the sworn enemy of all religious people who use faith as their source of strength.

After hesitating for a while, Andre couldn't help asking: "Rowell, what do you think..."

"No." Rowell shook his head and said, "Black Mage Yang is... a rational lunatic. He should understand the price of cooperating with demons."

Andre breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking about it, if it was the demons, it would be impossible to let go of the souls that were at their fingertips, and these strange Tarantan undead did not kill any noble private soldiers.

"This guy... I really can't see through it." Andre sighed as he glanced at the back of the black magician Yang.

Regarding the feelings of his subordinates, Rowell was noncommittal.

If this black mage was someone who was easy to see through, the lunatics of the Sun Church wouldn't have been teased by him for decades.

After entering the valley where the civilians were hiding, the apologists stared at the supplies piled on the grass in a daze.

Supplies wrapped in cloth similar to canvas material piled up into a hill.

Some packages have been opened, and there are traces of the materials inside being taken.

There are about three hundred civilians, mostly the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, all shrinking and huddling around the supplies, as if protecting them with their fragile bodies that can't even be carried by wild animals.

This made the apologists very confused—these strange undead, really know how to bring the supplies that humans only need to come to meet the civilians? !

Yang Qiu, who entered the valley first, didn't show any sympathy for the apologists. He used the "task steps" to instruct the players to drive the captives to a corner and tied their feet with belts, and then unceremoniously used the "task steps" Task release authority", instructing players who are as loose as sheep herding around...

In the eyes of the onlookers & apologists, what was revealed was that the black magician Yang didn't say a word, and these weird undead were very active and busy:

The undead who received the task of "Collecting Firewood" picked up branches and chopped branches in groups.

The undead who received the task of "Looking for Water Sources" went to the mountain springs deep in the valley to fetch water in teams, carrying the iron buckets they brought with them.

More undead who received the tasks of "cooking food for the fugitives of Camor" and "entertaining distinguished guests" busily unpacked the packages, took out the ingredients, and dug a pit to make a fire on the spot...

"Holy shit, it's still instant noodles! Is this game going to save modeling for NPCs to eat the same thing?" A player unpacked a package marked with a number symbol, and took out the plastic-packed fried noodles while madly complaining, "The package is still It’s in a big package! It means this thing is wholesale, right? In this kind of fucking place, the pursuit of details, the planning is Ollie’s eating too much!”

"I rely on Laoganma to have it all! I can recognize Laoganma without the trademark. I haven't thrown away several of these bottles at home!"

"Oh my god, isn't this the starchy ham sausage that the aunt in the community bought to feed the wild dogs? I said this bag is so heavy, it's all this stuff!"

"Do you need a lighter to light a fire in the magical world! It's too dramatic!"

"The production team has the ability to produce cigarettes, so I specially ordered one..."

"Is there anyone who can cook? Come cook."

"You are poisonous, you, cook instant noodles and talk about technology?"

"Hahahaha! I'm good at cooking instant noodles, get out of my way!"

All the apologists watched stiffly as the undead gathered firewood, fetched water, and lit fire...

A young paladin looked devastated and murmured to himself, "Goddess of Prosperity, am I dreaming? Undead actually know how to cook food?"

Another paladin uttered the voices of most people in horror: "Captain Andre, supervised by Rowell, can the food made by the undead be eaten? Is it really okay?"

Andre turned his head and gave the team members a comforting look, and patted the leather bag on his waist with his hand.

Seeing this, the apologists felt relieved... When they set off, they brought three days' worth of dry food, which they put in their leather bags; Food will do.

For players, cooking a meal of instant noodles for 500 people is nothing. The technical content of this job is lower than their usual task of moving bricks in the exile town.

Making a fire is a big problem... Modern people have long been accustomed to the one-button operation of liquefied gas stoves & electric stoves. It is indeed difficult for players to raise firewood with a small lighter.

Fortunately, among the players, there is Ji Tang, a "veteran" who can do everything except giving birth. After discovering that a group of players can only toss black smoke after a long time, Ji Tang offered to help, which didn't make the "NPCs" hungry abdomen……

About half an hour later, a simple stove built with stones heated up the water in the cauldron, and the player in charge of the "cook" threw dried vegetables and ham into the pot with his washed white bone claws, and poured them into the pot. Old godmother, pour the unpackaged seasoning directly from the manufacturer, and throw fried noodles...

The extremely polluting aroma of instant noodles quickly filled the entire valley...