Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

In the second half of the "Dynamic Plot Mission", once the long-term mission of escorting the civilians of Camor back to the town of exile was released, those who squatted in the poisonous gas swamp to spawn monsters, those who wandered around to practice collecting, and disputes over the ownership of a certain monster during the monster spawning process Passionate PK players immediately withdraw their troops and rush back to the stronghold to gather.

The game time is eleven o'clock in the noon, and the real time is only [-] o'clock in the morning. This time period is not the peak period of online. Many people have just logged off after playing for a night, and many people have not yet reached the online time.

So...the apologists who quickly packed their bags and came to wait outside the stronghold in advance were surprised to find that the number of undead was less than half of the previous day...

Andre, who was riding on a horse, couldn't stop looking at the chattering undead on the platform in the stronghold, turned his head to monitor Rowell in a low voice: "It seems to be related to cleaning up the monsters, the number of these undeads has decreased a lot."

Rowell nodded slightly.

Skeletons are only the weakest of the undead creatures, and they can be wiped out by destroying them completely or sending them back to the Dimension using the repatriation spell.

Tarantan's monsters have been breeding wantonly for thousands of years. Powerful monsters and monsters abound. No matter how united and intelligent the fragile skeletons are, there will inevitably be a large number of casualties in the process of cleaning up the monsters.

Andre sighed slightly, and when he looked at the group of undead who were extremely noisy, his expression became complicated...

Void invasion caused by unstable space-time rift is a disaster second only to the revival of ancient gods.

No one can say clearly what the unstable space-time rift that happens to appear in a certain place will bring—as small as overflowing demonic energy to desecrate the earth, demonizing and polluting creatures, as large as void demons slaughtering villages and cities, destroying fertile land into Barren wasteland.

Tarantan is a hard-hit area infested by unstable space-time rifts. Although no void demons have invaded so far, the wandering monsters are enough to turn this thousand-mile wilderness into a forbidden area for life.

I have seen these undeads eliminate monsters in a brave (reckless) way of "regardless of cost, courage to sacrifice, and no fear of casualties". Even if Andre doesn't like undeads, low-level creatures in the demon world, he still has to feel sorry for the behavior of these undeads. tribute.

Andre, who was in a complicated mood, suddenly saw... an undead walked to the earth platform in the center of the platform, and sank straight into the ground with hands and feet together.

Andre: "??"

Rowell, who also has good eyesight: "??"

The other apologists: "??"

"This, this is—this undead chose to return to the Dimensional Demon Realm?!" Andre gasped.

When the undead are repatriated by spells, or when the black magician actively/passively unsummons, they return to the Dimensional Demon Realm by sinking into the ground like this.

This made Andre very puzzled. The black magician Yang Dafangfang was standing on the side of the civilians directing the private soldiers to load the vehicles. How did these undead cancel the summoning contract by themselves? !

...It is correct to interpret the process of players going online as a summoning contract to a certain extent; but this kind of contract is not mandatory, and either party can unilaterally suspend, suspend or even end the contract...

Under the gaze of the group of apologists who couldn't hide their shock, in just a few minutes, more than a dozen undead walked to the vicinity of the earthen platform and sank into the ground.

The other undead ignored the "return" of their companions at all, and still went about their own business, either in groups or in twos and threes making noise.

Andre: "..."

The "young" paladin, who had lived for more than 100 years, held his head in his hands in pain.

I don't understand!I really don't understand!

What kind of contract these undead, who know how to communicate in a systematic language and know how to work as a team, have concluded with the black magician Yang... He can't imagine it at all!

Andre felt a tingling pain in his head, and there seemed to be distant and incomprehensible complex sounds in his ears...

"Stop, Andre."

Andre's body trembled, and belatedly realized that he was already drenched in cold sweat.

"I... sorry, I lost my temper." Andre wiped his cold sweat and lowered his head in shame.

"Don't think about things you don't need to understand." Rowell, who discovered the abnormality of his subordinates in time, said seriously, "No one can know everything, so don't question yourself about it."

Andre said hoarsely: "Yes."

Rowell shook his head slightly, turned his eyes away from Andre, and frowned at the wanton undead.

Although he stopped Andre, Rowell himself was more curious about these undead than Andre.

Andre is already a relatively mature veteran in the cavalry. Even Andre is easily shaken, which makes Rowell a little worried... Perhaps it is not a good idea to agree to Yang's invitation.

"Quick, look at that!"

At this time, a paladin of the cavalry pointed somewhere in horror, and greeted others excitedly.

Rowell was slightly annoyed, and was about to scold the paladin for not being dignified enough, when he glanced at the direction the man was pointing out of the corner of his eye... so Rowell also froze.

The apologists were waiting in the open space outside the stronghold, because the stronghold hadn't started construction yet, and it was still a big wasteland, so riding a horse, you could see where there were no tents blocking the view in the stronghold.

Over the heads of the chaotic undead, the apologists could clearly see...the earthen platform where more than a dozen undead "returned" before, and skeletons emerged one after another...

Apologists: "??"

Rowell turned his head away in horror, looking for the black mage.

Yang Qiu, who was directing the private soldiers to do things, didn't look at this side at all.

Rowell: "..."

The black-robed supervisor once again turned his gaze back to the direction of the earth platform.

The skeletons that "floated" out of the earthen platform had already walked down the earthen platform, but the number of skeletons on the earthen platform did not decrease—there were still skeletons popping up constantly!

One batch, another batch, another batch...

In less than half an hour, the number of undead on the platform doubled, and returned to the scale of yesterday—no, Rowell found that there seemed to be more undead!More than I saw yesterday!

Rowell: "...(゜ロ゜)"

Rowell kept his (゜ロ゜) face, and turned his head stiffly.

His favorite subordinate, Joyce Andre, was pale, his eyes were broken, and he was holding his head with his hands.

"Calm down, Andre!"

Rowell quickly applied a prayer of calming the gods to Andre, and immediately took the team to a place some distance away from the stronghold, where the undead could not be seen to recuperate...

Another half hour later...

"I've been waiting for a long time, we can start now." Yang Qiu rode a not-so-sexy undead horse, and came over to notify the apologists, "The undead team will set off first to lead the way, everyone, please come with me. "

"Okay." Rowell responded dryly, and realized something was wrong when it was over, "Huh? The convoy?"

"Exactly." Yang Qiu turned his horse's head away, motioning for the apologists to follow.

Rowell led the apologists and followed Yang Qiu out of the temporarily repaired flat ground, and suddenly saw the convoy of the undead... A face that was slightly younger than the shaved Yang Qiu, elegant and handsome, turned into a face again. (゜ロ゜).

A convoy of more than 30 metal tricycles, supported by teams of undead, marched mightily to the east.

The undead on tricycles pulled more than a hundred trembling civilian women, as well as the simple luggage they carried and the supplies to be consumed on the road. The laughter and laughter could be faintly heard hundreds of meters away...

Rowell: "..."

The black-robed inspector silently blessed himself with a prayer of calming the nerves.

Less than 10 minutes after the crusader cavalry with a delicate atmosphere followed the group of undead...the apologists witnessed another scene that shattered their worldview:

Some of the undead who trot along with the car climbed into the tricycle body by themselves, and after explaining a few words to their companions, they "collapsed" and scattered into piles of bones.

The companions of these undead... nonchalantly wrapped their "bones" and equipment property with clothes and other things, put them away in a safe place, and trotted along with the car while making noise...

After the black-robed supervisor was silent for a while, he had no choice but to bless all the team members with a prayer of calming the nerves...

Players who have reached the first level can use the teleportation function at the resurrection point to teleport between the desolate stronghold and the exile town every half an hour. Players who are less than the first level cannot activate the teleportation function.

This kind of "hierarchical discrimination" is the same setting... a week ago, the cliff will be sprayed bloody by the players, and the big troops only have more than 40 potential points. Why do you have a teleportation function limited to 50 potential points? thing?

For now, not many players are complaining.

Even if the potential value has not kept up with the main force, after two days of dynamic plot tasks and countless "elite monsters", the potential value has also increased.

Even if the potential value is less than 50 and the teleportation array cannot be used, as long as you actively participate in dynamic missions, you will not miss the plot of the version.

As for those who don't have time to do long-term missions, or haven't been able to find relatives and friends to help carry the "skeleton" up, they can only squat in the exile town and watch others discuss the feng shui and landforms of the desolate stronghold, and watch others teleport with jealousy. Used to do long-term tasks...

"It's too difficult, this game is too difficult."

Teacher Yuchi, who was resting at home due to a bad cold and was rarely able to go online on weekdays, sighed and squatted at the construction site of the master of life and occupation collection, doing the task of moving bricks in a dull manner.

Those who can teleport, or those who followed the big team before, all ran to do the task, and now the online peak period, the entire Exile Town is deserted, and even the most popular living occupation tutor collection master site is only a small one. Two or three cats.

"Teacher, you also want to do that long-term mission? Then why didn't you ask someone to bring your number with you?" Another casual player who was also moving bricks said with a smile.

Teacher Yuchi's ID is "Your teacher is always", this weird ID is probably because when she named her, she didn't know that the ID in the game can only display six characters... In short, because of the weirdness of the ID, although Teacher Yuchi It belongs to the leisure party that has endless game time every day, and it is still remembered by many players.

"When this task came out, I was hanging a bottle in the hospital. I had a bad cold. Xiao Liu called me, but I didn't receive it at the time." Teacher Yuchi said painfully, "I knew I would go to the hospital with a helmet, anyway The bottle will not delay the launch."

"Yeah, last time I accidentally bumped my toe, and it hurt so much that I couldn't sleep. It's better to play the game." The casual player said, "This game is awesome, it works better than painkillers."

Two players wearing only two-piece novice outfits passed by and heard their conversation. One of the players whose ID was "Master Liu" glanced at them.

"Huh? I haven't seen the ID before, are they newcomers?" Teacher Yuchi also saw these two people, and threw an identification technique at them.

"ID: Master Liu"

"Race: Undead"

"Level: 1"

"Potential: 82"

Teacher Yuchi: "What the hell??"

Teacher Yuchi looked at another rookie player who walked away with "Master Liu" in a dazed manner.

"ID: Lao Geng"

"Race: Undead"

"Level: 1"

"Potential: 98"

Teacher Yuchi: "Did you lie down?!"

Casual players didn't understand why Mr. Yuchi had such a sudden reaction: "What's wrong? What's wrong with the rookie?"

Teacher Yuchi pointed at the backs of the two newcomers who walked away, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Appraisal! Appraisal yourself!"

Casual players let out an "oh" and threw out their skills...

"Hi Nima?! This potential value is going to heaven?? The dog plans to stop being a human, right? Open this kind of back door for newcomers! Shady! I want to report the shady!!"