Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Inspector Rowell stood barefoot on the roof of the town hall, silently watching the undead who were "fighting" two streets away.

The tireless, sleepless undead are equally noisy day and night.

Hmm...maybe it's not just noise...

After a few days of contact, Rowell no longer takes it for granted that these undead are monsters that must be eliminated, but... If you say that you are friendly to these undead, that is not considered.

The extremely high aggressiveness of these special undead seems to be only aimed at monsters and themselves, and it seems to be safe for living people, but if the town of exile is not a small town isolated from the world, but something nearby If you add the Principality, Rowell himself will definitely not be able to sleep.

Lowell believed that no intelligent race settlement would be willing to be neighbors with these undead.

Even if you don't get attacked, just being active day and night is enough to annoy you...

This is also what Rowell finds difficult to understand—what is the purpose of black magician Yang to summon these undead?

If it is to create a natural disaster of the undead, these "Talantan undead" are not chaotic and disorderly enough, and they are not aggressive enough.

If you want to manage the territory, then these "Talantan undead" are too disorderly and chaotic, and the aggressiveness is too strong...

Combining the observations along the way, and what he saw and heard after arriving in the town of exile, Rowell came to this conclusion: Yang, a black magician who didn't know what he was thinking in his head, gathered a group of special undead, a group of Outlaws of unknown origin, a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled abandoned by human society, played house in Tarantan, a lawless area where no one cares.

...This conclusion is very unbelievable, but after thinking about it, Lowell couldn't find a more reasonable explanation...

But even if you hold your nose and believe this conclusion, there are still many things that don't make sense.

First of all, this extravagant "play house" game requires a lot of material support.

Not to mention the well-crafted all-metal tricycles for the undead to spoil at will, the food eaten by the living, and the piles of building materials that can be seen everywhere in the exile town, Rowell can calculate that these materials can at least be emptied The estate of a baron.

Yang, a high-level black magician, spent such a large amount of financial and material resources just to play a territory-building game in the depths of a wasteland like Tarantan?

Makes no sense!

Secondly, as far as Rowell knew the inside story, he did not think that the Inquisition of the Church of the Sun would give up on the hunt for the "Nightmare Butcher".

60 years ago, that insane guy not only assassinated the four cardinals of the Church of the Sun, but also destroyed the secret library of the Holy Land of the Church of the Sun, causing several sealed items to become invalid.

The secret treasury is the foundation of the church.

The sealed item is a defensive item required by priests to advance. Its function is similar to the potion necessary for the caster to advance, and its stability is more reliable than potion.

It is impossible for anyone to resolve this hatred.

The gentlemen of Camerle Town are indeed loyal believers of the Goddess of Prosperity, but if they cannot accept the result of the reconciliation between the Crusader cavalry and the "enemies", then there is a high possibility that they will send someone to inform the Church of the Sun, Rowell didn't believe that such a simple causal relationship would not have occurred to Yang.

At that time, how will Yang protect this small town that cannot be moved under the wrath of the Lieyang Church?

Just rely on these undead?

impossible.

These undead are too weak.

Rowell saw it very clearly. Although these undead also know how to use the tricks of professional powerhouses, they are still far inferior to serious professional powerhouses.

If it wasn't for fear of Yang, a high-level black magician, and Rowell himself didn't make a move, his cavalry could wipe out all these undead with a single charge.

Only relying on these undead souls will never be able to protect Yang's family fortune in this place.

Unless... Yang has other means.

So here comes the problem again—since Yang is not afraid of the anger of the Church of the Sun, and is confident that he can hold on to the property that cannot be moved, why should he play games with his inexplicable territory in a place like Tarantan? home game? !

High-level magicians want to obtain ready-made territories and people, so find a settlement and build the mage tower there, isn't it over?

If you can earn a high-level magician by paying a few villages and towns, the nobles of any country will not refuse.

A place with a Mage Tower is not to mention that it is easy to gather popularity - the establishment of the Brook city-state was formed because the members of the spellcaster organization "Mage Tower" concentrated on building the Mage Tower in one place, attracting a large number of civilians to attach to it.

Rowell really couldn't understand it...

"Squeak—" Yang Qiu pushed open the gate of the town hall and came out, turned around, and looked up at the black-robed supervisor who climbed up in the middle of the night.

Rowell: "..."

"Ye An." Yang Qiu nodded slightly.

"Good night." Rowell nodded slightly in return, squatted down, and jumped off the roof.

The ascetic monks of the church all have good physique and physical ability, and they are different from the spellcasters who rely on their spiritual power to feed back. They are trained by themselves... If it is forbidden magic, three spellcasters are not enough for one bitter The monk hit.

Alfred Lowell is one of the top ascetic monks of the Prosperity Church. Regardless of his pretty face, his body under the tattered black robe can be said to have been tempered. He jumped off a mere three-meter-high roof without even stumbling. Belt, as stable as going down a step.

"Even when night falls, our undead friends can dispel the haze brought by the darkness for us." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Of course, there will inevitably be some side effects that disturb people's cleanliness, but in a place like Tarantan, Such excitement is necessary."

Rowell: "..."

During the three days of being in contact with this black magician, Rowell learned the biggest lesson is not to let this guy control the rhythm of the conversation, otherwise he will be misled by this guy's endless fallacies and fallacies that cannot see the limit...

"Although I don't know much about black magicians, I still have some understanding of the habits of undead creatures. I can understand the habits of undead creatures." Rowell did not follow Yang Qiu's words, Instead, he started another topic a little forcefully, "I'm just a little curious. This small town really looks like a small town."

Yang Qiu couldn't help but smile.

Apparently, the black-robed inspector doesn't think much of the town of exile... just like it, but it's not a real town.

"Supervisor Lowell, what do you think a real small town should look like?" Yang Qiu was not in a hurry to distinguish, so he calmly asked.

Rowell was silent for a while, and said: "I think that a real town should be able to see the future."

"'Town' is just a noun, respectful supervisor." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "A town is a settlement of a certain scale of industrial and commercial population mainly composed of non-agricultural population. It does not refer to a certain person or a certain group of people , but a settlement code that is different from the countryside. It is not rational speech to talk about whether a certain town can last long and have a future. What future can a town have? It is just some self-righteous masters who brought their Anxiety about one's future is just spreading to others for no reason."

Rowell frowned: "Even as you said, whether the settlement can continue and grow still depends on whether the people living here can continue and grow. Naturally, we can talk about the future."

"When an irresistible disaster strikes a certain town, will the people in the town choose to flee or live with the town?" Yang Qiu said indifferently.

Rowell: "Uh..."

"When something good happens, talk about ideals and the future, and when something bad happens, each finds a way out. Even in such a realistic standpoint, we still have to make a fuss about the 'future of the town', trying to bind all the people living together to obey a certain person. Or the will of a certain group of people, this is not very decent." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "Assuming that the town we are talking about is Camol Town, when Camol Town encounters a crisis of extinction, it usually represents Camol Town, symbolizes Looking at the decent people in Camor Town, how many people would be willing to protect Camor at all costs, even at the expense of their lives?"

Rowell, fell silent...

Yang Qiu made a big gesture and continued: "Of course, it is not impossible to discuss issues with an emotional attitude. Let's continue to assume that the topic we are discussing is Camerle Town. For Camerer, the best What is the future? There is no doubt that the textile industry, which is a pillar industry, can make a lot of money."

"When I first went to Camerle Town more than 100 years ago, there was only one Weaving Household Union in Camerle, with about 100 Weaver Households; more than [-] years later, there are two Weaver Household Unions in Camerer Town, with more than [-] Weaver Households When visiting Mr. Mayor, I asked to read the cotton cloth trading volume of Camerle last year, and the quantity of cotton cloth shipped last year alone was five times higher than what I saw when I first went to Cameron.”

Speaking of this, Yang Qiu deliberately paused, with a gentler smile: "There are many new buildings on the main street, and the mansions of the gentlemen are more luxurious, and many people have beautiful purebred horses and expensive Kenyan hounds. , the costumes are more exquisite, and even the uniforms of the study maids are made of silk and lace, it can be seen that Carmel Town is indeed... very "future".

Rowell's face began to twitch...

"But this kind of 'future' seems to be limited to the main street." Yang Qiu said calmly that Rowell had a vague premonition. Except for the congestion, it is no different from a hundred years ago. Since more than [-]% of the residents are not eligible to benefit from the future of the town, how much value is this 'future' really worth talking about?"

Rowell: "..."

He knew very well that the black magician was talking about his fallacies again, but this guy's fallacies were so well-founded that he couldn't refute them.

After struggling for a while, the unwilling Rowell decided to take a risk: "Then, what do you think is worth talking about?"

"The future." Yang Qiu said with a smile.

Rowell: "??"

"It's not the so-called 'future of towns', but the future of the people who live here. Towns are dead, but people are alive. Towns appear for the convenience of people living together, and towns serve residents. This is the main cause and effect The relationship cannot be reversed."

Yang Qiu smiled and said: "I understand what you are worried about, Supervising Rowell, you think that a group of old and weak people who were abandoned by Cameron will not be able to live in Tarantan for a long time, and they will see no hope, and the fact is true. As you can see, how can a group of old and weak civilians see hope and have a future here, this is simply impossible, right?"

"That's right." Rowell finally had something to say, "If it weren't for the supplies you provided, these civilians would definitely not be able to survive for a few days, and you would never be able to support them forever."

Yang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

Without Yang Qiu's explanation, Rowell's face became stiff... He realized that he had said the wrong thing.

This guy in front of me is a lunatic who dares to fight with the Lieyang Church for something that has nothing to do with him. He has been fighting for decades, raising these civilians for more than ten years until they die of old age. This guy can definitely do it of.

"Of course I can't keep them forever." Yang Qiu himself denied Rowell's guess, "In other words, I don't think that these people who have worked for extremely low wages all their lives need me to support them. I need All we do is give them the opportunity to support themselves, that's all."

Players will not be satisfied with the two "main cities" of Exile Town and Desolation Stronghold. If a game cannot continue to open new maps, it is impossible to talk about the life of the game.

If you want to develop more "main cities", you need to build more "main cities".

The player's patience for the brick-moving task is limited, and the novelty can support the player to persist for half a month, a month, or even two months, or three months. After a long time, the player will rebel.

Before the player rebels, enough "NPCs" must be found to continue the work of moving bricks.

The first batch of "civilian NPCs" received by Tarantan, in addition to subtly establishing the awareness of "NPCs also need player protection" for players, also has the meaning of playing the "thousand gold horse bone" routine.

A group of old and weak abandoned by human society can be fattened up by the generous Tarantan, so that they can support themselves and live a life with guaranteed food and clothing. Will healthy civilians resist Tarantan's solicitation?

As for the issue of the Lieyang Church...it's really not a big problem.

If these guys procrastinated and came to Yang Qiu after he was promoted to a great magician, then of course there was nothing to say, just flat push.

If these guys come early, Yang Qiu has not been promoted and can't push it, then the big deal is that when the magic circle is activated, Yang Qiu uses himself as a charging treasure to open the infinite resurrection mode for the players, and pushes it as usual...