Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The tricycle convoy stopped suddenly, causing the apologists who followed on horseback to raise their heads in surprise.

These undead would stop to clean up the monster after a while, but this time, the apologists didn't notice the monster's breath.

The reaction of the undead was also different from before. Some undead stopped in place and some undead chirped and ran to a tricycle near the back half of the convoy. With the tent cloth, a civilian sitting in the cart was lifted down.

"What happened?" Andre's expression froze, and he subconsciously steered his horse forward a few steps.

The cavalry and the convoy of the undead were not too close, and they were separated by a distance of three to 40 meters. Andrei, who was on horseback, looked over from this distance and could clearly see being carried off by the undead. The condition of the civilians seems to be not very good... eyes closed, limbs limp, still motionless after being laid flat on the tent cloth by the undead.

Andre vaguely understood something, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This paladin, who has lived for more than 100 years, will not foolishly think that the undead are infected with the disease... He is very clear that the body of the common people is very fragile. Leaving the familiar settlement environment and entering the wilderness, let alone Encountering wild beasts and monsters, even if it is just traveling itself, is a dangerous thing for civilians.

The temperature changes day and night, the bite of an inconspicuous mosquito, or even a light rain or a gust of wind may kill a civilian.

Therefore, the common people are afraid of words like "migration" and "immigration", and few people are willing to leave their homeland unless they cannot survive.

This is why Andre sighed... He knew very well that it had been a week since these civilians had left Camor to go deep into Tarantan, and it was only now that there was a reduction in staff. The black magician was already generous enough to give these old and weak civilians The reason is to provide food with sufficient oil and water.

Even in a plantation, the housekeepers are willing to generously prepare food with sufficient fat for the cotton farmers only during the cotton picking season... Andre actually knows this.

He also knows that many cotton farmers will find ways to bring their families into the plantation to help them in order to let their families have a good meal during the cotton picking season...

No matter from which aspect, he has no position to criticize the black magician Yang for treating these civilians harshly.

Andre, who had mixed feelings and couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, saw two undead kneeling next to the civilian who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. They bent down intently, as if they were checking the status of the civilian.

When Andre was wondering what these undead were doing, he found...one of the undead untied the civilian's tightly wrapped belt, loosened the clothes tightly wrapped around her body, and used stones and the like to Put the commoner's feet up, put his palms on the commoner's chest, and press hard.

Andre: "??"

The other undead opened its mouth "Kaka", as if taking a deep breath (??), then lay down, opened the civilian's jaw with its claws, and blew into the civilian's mouth.

Andre: "??"

Rowell also saw this scene, and turned his head to look at Yang Qiu in astonishment.

"It's just heatstroke shock." Yang Qiu said calmly.

Rowell: "??"

Andre in front also turned his head, his face full of question marks.

"Don't worry, the undead can handle it." Yang Qiu is still as steady as an old dog. "As I said, the undead of Tarantan are different. They understand the value of life better than the living. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they These civilians will not be abandoned."

Rowell, Andre, and the other apologists didn't know what expressions to make...

"All staff are trimmed."

Rowell dropped a sentence bluntly, ignored Yang Qiu who was accompanying him, and quickly led the cavalry back and opened a sufficient distance.

Then let everyone get off the horse, and talk and ask one by one to ensure that all team members are mentally stable.

Yang Qiu pretended not to notice that Rowell was nervous,

His words were intentional, he just wanted to make these guys doubt life.

In fact, it is impossible for these apologists to be particularly concerned about the life and death of a commoner woman, a blind woman who is old and decrepit, and has no pity value at all.

He just wanted to distort the meaning of this group of people on purpose to make them realize the fact that "the undead are more concerned about the life and death of a blind woman than they, the holy priests of Shiga Principality."

"Civilization" is not reflected in superficial aspects such as who dresses more decently, whose etiquette is more perfect, and whose speech is more polite.

Respect for life of the same kind is the most indispensable cornerstone of civilization for any intelligent creature or intelligent race.

In this regard, even Chinese players with a game mentality are still a dimensionality reduction blow to the indigenous "civilized people" of this world.

Of course...Yang Qiu himself was not as calm as he appeared. When he explained the situation to the apologists, he was quietly putting the first aid alchemy potion back into the space ring.

There was a player who went online for a while before class, a medical student. He and Ji Tang, who knew some first aid, checked the condition of the comatose civilians and confirmed that it was neurological shock. debut...

A few minutes later, the civilian who was unable to have his own physiological circulation due to dizziness coughed twice after CPR first aid, his chest rose and fell, and he was able to breathe on his own. The thick and heavy clothes of civilians were taken off, leaving only warm single clothes.

Ji Tang asked the players to help them vacate the two tricycles, and tied a roof with branches, ropes and tent cloth by himself on the spot, and asked the players to lift the civilian to the tricycle with the roof, prop up his legs, and keep lying on his side. Cover the belly with a blanket.

Yang Qiu released a task to prepare lunch at the right time, to give this commoner more time to rest...

"Are you all right? Huh? Is this NPC all right?"

Assigned to this civilian team, several online players were all around, watching the whole rescue process nervously.

"The breathing is relatively stable, and it should be fine." The medical student player who helped rescue him wiped his hands, "It is estimated that the clothes are too thick, and he was exposed to the sun, and the heatstroke caused shock. Now it is the rest time, you go to a woman to find Bring some cold water, and use a cloth soaked in water to help the commoner dissipate the heat."

"I'll come, I'll come." The female players in the team raised their hands proactively.

"Damn it, NPCs still suffer from heat stroke? The NPCs in our exile town also wear thick clothes and stand under the sun every day. Why haven't we seen this happen?" a player wondered.

"Those are high-level NPCs, these are civilian NPCs, of course it's different." The player next to him took it for granted.

Ji Tang, who was secretly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief...

"Wait a minute, so these civilian NPCs are wearing a lot of clothes." The team players who were startled by the heat stroke NPC were anxious, "Can you let them wear less and take off the outside?"

"Language barrier, NPC can't understand what we say, and won't take the initiative to talk to us."

"How about this, build a sunshade for the tricycles where the NPCs are sitting, anyway, we have tent cloth on the car. Female players who are confident in communication skills, also try to see if they can persuade these NPCs not to wear too thick." Ji Tang said, "I think these female civilians are more wary of our players whose voices are male. Men should not get too close to them."

"Nima NPC has gender awareness!" Many male players fell in love with it.

The female players all said that it hurts even if they don't have eggs: "Why didn't the male NPC say he was merciful when he hacked us, my mother was hacked to death several times by that idiot Hal!"

Complaints belong to complaints, not to mention that these commoner NPCs are directly related to how much territorial prestige the players can earn in this mission, they are living "data" people, and the players will not bear to watch these NPCs die, so they all get busy...

The convoy was traveling along a relatively flat road, and the team was not straight. Mia, who was in the front row of the convoy, could see the situation behind when she stood up straight.

When Mia saw Martina in the next street being carried out of the car by the undead, her complexion changed suddenly, as if seeing her own future, Mia shuddered.

People in the small town come and go with each other, and Martina, who is ten years older than Mia, also visited Mia's house when she was a little girl.

Mia, who can't get married, is quite angry at home, but at least she only needs to weave the living expenses to her family, and she can occasionally have a chance to breathe.

Martina, who was married when she was young, gave birth to a child early. In her early twenties, in order to support herself and her children, and her husband who refused to go to the plantation because he refused to endure hardship, he never left the loom When she was only 35 or six years old, her body was weakening early like her peers, and her eyesight was so poor that she couldn't even see the shadow of a person one meter away.

"Mia, what happened?" The women in the car with Mia couldn't see the situation so far, and asked Mia, the youngest among them, in a low voice.

"It's Martina. She seems to be... ill and was carried out of the car." Mia trembled.

The four women in the same car were not very comfortable themselves, and each of them turned paler after hearing this.

"Goddess bless." The woman who asked aloud lowered her head, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and prayed in a low voice for that poor countryman.

People at the bottom who are struggling on the line of food and clothing do not have the concept of seeking medical advice in their cognition. People who are sick often have to suffer.

Martina fell ill at such a time, in their view, it was tantamount to being sentenced to hang.

But what happened next was beyond Mia's expectation. She could see clearly in the distance, and she was shocked to find that the undead did not carry Martina away and throw it away, but surrounded Martina, Watching behavior she doesn't understand.

Although she has no idea what these undead are doing, just looking at the body movements of the undead around outside, with the delicate psychology of a woman, she can instinctively feel that these undead seem to care about Martina's, no intention of abandoning her!

But... Mia couldn't believe her intuition, and she even felt that something was wrong with her.

She bit her lips tightly, not daring to tell the other people in the car what she saw and felt. She was worried whether she was thinking too many unrealistic things in her mind like the old people said, crazy...

A few minutes later, Martina, who lay flat on the ground motionless, coughed slightly.

Mia, who had been staring at her closely, opened her mouth wide.

The undead yelled something, even if they couldn't understand their language or read their skull faces, they could still feel their joy.

"Mia? What's the matter? What happened again?" The women in the same car asked eagerly with their eyes wide open.

"They saved Martina...they didn't abandon Martina." Mia shed tears uncontrollably, her thin body trembling slightly, "Goddess—"

Mia saw the undead lady with a female voice take off her coat for Martina, and carefully moved her to the tricycle with an awning.

"Is Martina all right? Is she really all right?" The women in the same car couldn't help but straighten up and confirm to Mia again and again.

"I don't know, but I saw that the undead moved Martina back to the car. It's true that they didn't abandon Martina." Mia trembled, "They... seem to think that Martina Na is not well exposed to the sun, so a roof was added to the car Martina was riding in."

Today's sun is very big, and there are almost no clouds in the sky. Being exposed to the sun all morning really makes everyone very uncomfortable.

The women in the same car stared at Mia in disbelief, and then looked blankly at the distance that was blurred in their eyes.

A few undead with familiar voices came towards them, some turned over the tent cloth on the tricycle next to them, some walked up to the tricycle they were sitting on, and gesticulated to them while speaking in an incomprehensible language foot.

The four women who were in the same car with Mia subconsciously shrunk inward and huddled together, their eyes hard to hide the horror.

At such a close distance, they can vaguely see the skeleton images of the undead. Moving and talking skeletons are still very scary to ordinary people.

For some reason, Mia wasn't too scared.

She found that the voice of the undead lady standing in front of the car and gesticulating was actually very gentle and pleasant to hear.

After carefully watching the undead lady's gestures for a while, Mia thought for a while, and tried to unbutton her coat.

The undead lady immediately compared her thumbs, nodded vigorously, then turned half sideways and pointed to the tricycle lying on Martina, pointed her arms towards the scorching sun in the sky, tilted her head, and exaggeratedly pretended to be exposed to the sun. Coma moves.

Mia couldn't help but smile on her face.

She understood that the lady of the dead was telling her that if she wore a lot, she would be as hot as Martina.

She took off her clothes to the single clothes she wore when she was at home. The undead lady was very happy to communicate with her successfully, and began to gesture to the women who were in the same car with Mia.

"It tells us not to dress too thickly, or we will get hot and sick like Martina." Mia plucked up her courage and offered to help her. "They saved Martina, and they don't want us to get sick like Martina."

Along the way, no matter day or night, female civilians basically wrapped all the clothes they could wear on their bodies.

It's not that these women are not afraid of the heat, but that more than half of their team are men.

Even old, frail or disabled men can be a threat to them because they are also frail and most of them have vision problems.

They are the real bottom, and they will not imagine how pure and kind the poor people are like those decent people who are full of food and do nothing all day long.

The women looked at each other for a while, without any objection, they took off the clothes that were too thick and made them uncomfortable.

At this moment, there are only a few men in their team, and these men are arranged by the undead in the car at the end of the convoy... There is no need for them to cover themselves up so tightly.

"Ha!" Tang Jia crossed her hips triumphantly, turned her head and said to her friends, "Well, I'm quite talented in languages, right? I convinced these NPCs in a few moments!"

"Yes, yes, you are so talented." Yang Ying walked over with the tent cloth in her arms, and said with a smile, "Call the NPC out of the car and let's do some activities, genius."

Behind the convoy, more than two hundred meters away.

After confirming that the team members were emotionally stable, Rowell breathed a sigh of relief, ordered everyone to stand by, and went to the convoy to check the situation.

The tricycle convoy was also resting. Some undead boiled water on the simple stove built up, and some undead built simple awnings on some tricycles.

Most of the civilians took off their overly thick clothes and moved around in a small area cautiously.

Many people helped each other and went to the tricycle where the patient was lying, visited fellow villagers, and whispered a few words to each other.

There are also some courageous women with barely functioning eyesight, who carefully and curiously looked at the undead, and even... took the initiative to go to the undead who was setting up the tent, communicated awkwardly with gestures, and wanted to help.

Rowell: "..."