Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

"Hal lied." Qin Guan said with certainty.

"I think that what he said is very likely to be the truth." Miaobi Shenghua said.

Pretending to be a phantom will consume mental power continuously, and it will be transformed into the player's personal panel as the anger value of the fighter/blue bar of the mage. Before Qin Guan's anger bar is completely consumed, the two find an excuse to leave the walker guild in a hurry.

Qin Guan was puzzled and said: "What do you say? The boy Hal in the Heart Demon book took over the job of burying the corpse for money, but Hal himself said that his family is always rich. This is a conflict."

"No conflict. I used to be rich, but my family has fallen. From a young master who can study in key colleges to a bottom who can do everything with money, it makes sense." Miaobi Shenghua said, "What we saw in the heart demon book Hal, although he is quite embarrassed, but he is wearing a woolen trench coat, which can prove that Hal's family is rich."

Qin Guan: "??"

"Before the popularization of chemical fiber fabrics, woolen fabrics were very expensive textiles. When I was a child, the elders in my family only had two woolen coats. Unlike now, woolen fabrics can be bought for dozens of yuan." I also searched a lot of information for writing online articles, and the scope of common sense is wider than that of Qin Guan. "I feel that the background setting of this game is closer to Europe in the [-]th century. Under this background condition, ordinary street teenagers can't get woolen trench coats."

Qin Guan: "emmmm... well, it means that Hal only met Jim after his downfall, and he refused to mention things after his downfall, so how do we collect information?"

Miaobi Shenghua said: "It has been collected."

Qin Guan: "??"

Miaobi Shenghua said: "The word 'heart demon' has two interpretations. The first refers to the good and evil in the heart. One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. It can also be understood as spiritual, conscious, psychological defects and obstacle."

"The second type, in the realm of idealism, such as movies, comics, and games, is generally represented by 'fantasy'."

"...So what?" Qin Guan asked.

"Obviously, the copy of the inner demon in the game "Outsider World" is a combination of these two explanations." Miaobi Shenghua compared the three fingers, "Hal lived in the north when he was a boy, and the young Hal we saw in the copy It is indeed thickly dressed. Inside the woven bag is the body of Jim whose name we know, wearing a woven sweater and overalls, indicating that Jim was killed in a warm room, and then transported out of the room by Hal, Hal It's one of the closeness to the living environment of the deceased Jim."

"Two bodies with only the upper body emerged from Jim's body. The first was a woman with a bare chest and belly, and the second was a man with a very strong upper body who could be seen wearing a jacket. The two were about the same age as Jim. There is an obvious gap with the young Hal, they are both adults, and their clothes don’t look like they live in the north in winter, they should be people Hal met when he changed his place of life after he became an adult, this is the second.”

After a pause, the wonderful pen erected the last finger bone: "The most important thing... is the third, the two adult corpses emerging from Jim's body are not only half-length, but also distorted so that it is almost impossible to see the original body. Appearance; on the premise that the "Demon Copy" is the embodiment of idealism, we can draw the conclusion that what Hal really feels most guilty about is Jim, whom he owed when he was a boy, and everyone else is just an extension of Jim. "

Qin Guan: "Uh..."

"Maybe... I know the real solution to this dungeon." Miaobi Shenghua said confidently, "We can try it when it gets dark in the game. If it doesn't work, we can use Qingyue's leg-cutting tactic."

On Saturday, October 26th, earth time, at 10:30 pm, players in the game ushered in the night again.

After a round of failures in the closed beta, the three veterans successfully sent a well-prepared team into the dungeon.

It is still the gloomy and weird northern forest, and the young Hal, dragging a blood-oozing woven bag, staggered forward stepping on the thick leaves in the forest.

The boy Hal fell down, and a hand stretched out from the mouth of the woven bag. The dead man was resurrected, and two connected corpses with only the upper body grew out of the young body like bean sprouts...

"Up!"

Qin Guan let out a deep voice, and a team consisting of two knight players, six walkers, and two warrior players rushed out, holding the boss to fight according to their experience from the last round of dark night exploration.

The only one in the team who can milk, Master Fa, has a brilliant pen...but he didn't go up.

Taking advantage of his teammates holding back the boss, Miaobi Shenghua walked in front of the young boy Hal who was limp on the ground.

"Hal, isn't that your friend Jim?"

The young Hal, the NPC who had been regarded by the players as a dungeon mirror tool before... raised his head in horror.

Inspired by the wonderful pen, he continued to point at the boss and repeat: "Hal, that's your friend Jim."

"No...no—! He's not my friend, I don't know him!" The young Hal suddenly shouted at Miaobi Shenghua out of control.

Miaobi Shenghua said with certainty: "That's your friend Jim, Hal."

"No, no! He is not my friend, I have no friends!" The young Hal trembled violently, and even cried.

Miaobi Shenghua was completely unmoved, and said coldly: "What did you do to your friend, Hal?"

"I...I..." The young Hal struggled in fear and hesitation for a long time before uttering a string of words mechanically and painfully, "A gold coin... bury Jim...don't let anyone find out... ..."

"You buried Jim's body for a gold coin?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Young Hal put his head in his hands and howled bitterly: "If I don't do this, I will be killed like Jim! Only by accepting the money can I prove that I don't even care about the death of my friends for the sake of money." asshole!"

"I don't want to be a bastard, but I can't live without becoming a scum that even I am ashamed of!"

"It works! Huahua, it works!"

Qin Guan's joyful voice came from behind, and he turned his head to see it, and he was immediately refreshed—the corpse centipede boss made up of three corpses actually disintegrated, and the two corpses that grew on Jim's body curiously fell off by themselves. It fell, disintegrated into fly ash!

This is equivalent to reducing the difficulty of the boss's strategy by more than half in an instant!

"My old lady is the most powerful—!" Miaobi Shenghua clenched his fist happily, turned his head, and prepared to continue talking to the young Hal...

Then she froze.

The young Hal, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground and unable to move, somehow... stood up.

The thin young man's body visibly became taller and thicker to the naked eye, and within a few seconds, it became the physique of an adult.

Not only that... the immature face of the young Hal has also become mature, gradually approaching the adult Hal in "reality".

But it's much darker and weirder than the adult Hal in "reality".

The young Hal's eyes are not focused when he looks at people, but this dark version of the adult Hal seems to have self-awareness, staring strangely at the wonderful pen that is closest to him.

Miaobi Shenghua knew that this was just a dungeon in the game, and the other party was just a mirror NPC in the dungeon, but he couldn't help but took half a step back.

"Obviously everyone knows it...the law of survival that has to be done...but Jim still refuses to forgive me."

The dark version of Hal stared at the wonderful pen, like a lunatic out of control, and said logically enigmatic words: "Every time, every time... as long as I relax a little, Jim will find me... Is he How did you find me, why does he keep pestering me, why no matter what I do, this guy can find a loophole... why is that?"

Miaobi Shenghua half opened his mouth, and took another half step back.

"I'm obviously already this strong..."

"I killed a bastard stronger than the bastard who killed Jim back then..."

"I'm obviously...not the me who can only be a scumbag!"

When the dark version of Hal roared out these words, the whole person became even more curious—the physique inflated more than three times like a blown balloon, the puffed head and facial features were torn and distorted, and the fangs were exposed in the mouth; the skin first The leather turned into greenish black, and dense, needle-like hairs sprouted like wheat seedlings, and ferocious claws emerged from the ten fingers of the palm the size of a chopping board...

Not to mention the wonderful pens nearby, Qin Guan, who was more than ten meters away, and the people who gave me the medicine were all dumbfounded.

At this moment, a yellow word popped up from the player's information panel:

"Congratulations on triggering the hidden boss of Hal Maxwell's Demon Realm: Hal's Real Demon."

Players: "Lying down a big slot?!"

"This is not the result I want ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Miaobishenghua then was grabbed by the hidden BOSS's paw amidst the screams.

One minute and 20 seconds later, the closed beta test team of three veterans... was wiped out.

On the other side, the entropy-increasing team, who joined forces with Miaobi Shenghua and others, fought with the boss for more than 20 minutes and cut off one of the boss's legs with painstaking efforts. The blue bar (spiritual power) was exhausted, and he was humiliated in front of the boss with less than 10% blood bar...

Earth time, February 27th, Sunday, 12:[-] am.

The desolate stronghold in the game is also at night, but there is no depressing atmosphere like the town of exile, there will be no moving monsters suddenly jumping out from a certain corner to kill the player, and the movement of NPCs can be heard in the tents everywhere.

As soon as the Miaobi Shenghua team came out of the teleportation point, they saw the entropy-increasing team standing in front of the zombie general's tent leading the mission.

"Hi...Qingyue, you guys are here too." Miaobi Shenghua waved and greeted with a forced smile.

"Yeah." The entropy doesn't increase and it's rare to be a little embarrassed, "Uh... Although the two-warrior leg-slashing tactic is indeed useful, our overall output is still a little bit worse. I don't have enough healing mana... It's better to do more. Get some materials and see if you can replace them with equipment with special healing effects. How about you guys, how is the land reclamation going?"

Brilliantly written: "Hehe, hehe..."

Fortunately, the character in this game has no shame, otherwise she would not be able to control her expression...

Qin Guan knew that his little friend was in an extremely bad mood, so he stood up to smooth things over: "I heard from Xiao Zhou that there is a mission here in the desolate stronghold that is very profitable, do you want to do it together?"

The Xiao Zhou he was talking about was the one who ran the studio with the ID "eight in one mouth", and the players here did not buy gold from them less. Hearing what Qin Guan said, Entropy said, "Which task is it? Is it convenient for many people to do it together?"

"Convenient and convenient." Qin Guan walked to the bulletin board and pointed to the top one, "That's it, logging task, felling trees at the designated logging spot outside the stronghold, processing the cut trees, removing branches, etc. If you can hand it in, the mission rewards are not only prestige and copper coins, but also materials, which is very cost-effective, even more profitable than farming poisonous gas swamps..."

The entropy does not increase. They were originally discussing to get a collection task related to the poisonous gas swamp. When spawning monsters, they did the task by the way to increase the income of the time period. They didn't notice the tasks outside the poisonous gas swamp.

And the entropy does not increase, when I heard the "logging mission", I don't know why, but it feels very familiar...

When the people on both sides received the mission and were bustling about taking action together, Brother Lahong and his die-hard supporters also came out from the teleportation point.

The three parties looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Ha, haha, you guys are here too." Brother Lahong laughed awkwardly.

"Yes, yes." Qin Guan & Ji Tang responded with embarrassed smiles.

This group of players who usually met with non-yin and yang and taunted a few words, bit the bullet and chatted with each other awkwardly, and they all received the logging task...

There is no way, it is inevitable that the equipment will be lost if there are too many groups destroyed... Although the players have tried to tie up the good equipment that is more distressed, but the steel knife is too much and the money is not enough...

Yang Qiu, who rarely hid back to the earth to be lazy and was still observing the player's situation in the town hall of the exile town, let out a "tsk".

"I actually gave up all of them... Is the difficulty of the dungeon too high?" Yang Qiu put down the rune equipment he had just completed, touched his chin and said to himself, "It must be impossible, why is there a problem with the difficulty I limited, it should be These guys are too spineless!"

"But having said that, Hal's such a small psychological shadow has stumped them. Rex's inner demons are almost impossible for them to pass the level... Forget it, let's give these guys more fighting power."

Yang Qiu collected the rune equipment that was going to be sold at a high price by the Undead Chamber of Commerce to recycle currency materials, straightened his clothes, and went out quietly.

Half an hour later, in the town of exile where the players ran away, the mentors Hal, Tuttle, Pansy, Jerome, and Rex, who were in charge of changing combat professions, were all called up...

"Profession...mission?" Hal, who was sleepy and dared not speak out, became sober after hearing Yang Qiu's request.

"Yes." Yang Qiu spread his hands and said, "Everyone has also seen that although our undead friends have chosen the combat profession that you preside over, they are indeed too lacking in aggressiveness, and are only satisfied with attacking those low-intelligence Low-level monsters do not have the desire to challenge the strong, which is really not good for the first batch of undead who need to overcome obstacles for the recovery of the undead race."

Hmm... One of the fundamental reasons is that the average potential value of the players has stagnated after reaching 55 points, resulting in the inability to add instant text and voice chat, friend list and other functions to the imprint matrix; but the players are not at all Knowing that this is their problem, they greet the production team on the forum every day-this kind of behavior of throwing blame is too bad!

The second root cause is closely related to the development of Tarantan.

"Director Lu" threw sugar-coated bullets at Yang Qiu's production line, and Yang Qiu didn't pick them up, but Yang Qiu was still interested in some low-tech production activities in Tarantan, otherwise he wouldn't have arranged for them at the desolate stronghold secretly. A logging task... He didn't have much money (RMB) in his pocket, and he didn't want to accept the sugar-coated shells of "Director Lu", so he might as well find a way by himself.

There is coal in Tarantan, and there is an open-pit coal mine less than ten kilometers outside the town of exile that was chosen by the pioneers as their place of residence back then. They have built some drilling and mining equipment and mineral processing equipment by themselves, and set up a small factory at the township level. Qiu no longer has to worry about how to feed the natives under his command.

Let the natives be self-sufficient and attract more natives. If this virtuous circle is maintained, it is only a matter of time before Tarantan can develop.

But the premise of all this is... the players' monster spawning activities can clean up the safety hazards around the indigenous settlements.

Exile Town is a small town under the protection of the valley, but the desolate stronghold can hear the roar of monsters every night-why does Yang Qiu feel so relieved to throw the more than 60 noble private soldiers into the desolate stronghold?Apart from the fact that the desolate stronghold is at least in charge of food (instant noodles can be eaten as you like, and the zombie general releases cooking tasks regularly), there is also the relationship that these guys dare not leave too far away from the stronghold where the zombie general sits...

You must know that there are no big rats in the desolate stronghold, and players can explore the whole map freely; however, players still concentrate on the poisonous gas swamp to spawn monsters. The biggest reason is that this swamp with miasma and fog as a natural barrier is safer. So easy to be discovered by advanced Warcraft.

Although Yang Qiu didn't need the players to charge for him, he still needed the players to act as a safety barrier for the natives who came to Tarantan.

He himself is working hard day and night to hone his mental strength and challenge the great magician, players should also work hard!