Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The arrival of the Knights of the Sun Church brought a lot of business to the clubs on both sides of the Innatrix Church Road.

These well-to-do church knights are far more generous than the locals, and even send the horsemen and doormen to give up silver coins; on the contrary, these guests from the Kenyan Empire are quite difficult to satisfy, but in just a few days, The ladies who are active in the front line of the Innadir society can no longer interest them.

In the end, Inadoli is just an inland town. No matter how well-dressed the social ladies here are, they look very rustic to the knights of the Sun Church, and their speech and behavior are not as decent as the women of the Kenyan Empire; the novelty is over, They are stingy to take out even half a copper from their pockets.

The manager of the club was not reconciled to losing these high-profile customers. After secretly consulting Sergeant Reagan, who was second only to the leader of the Knights, he revealed a mysterious smile.

On the same day, the club manager personally dispatched to lead the way for several knights who were most keen on "surprise hunting". When the sky was getting dark, they got into the carriage and quietly left the city...

Two hours later, four carriages appeared in Westham, a small town about [-] kilometers away from Innatrix.

Westham is a small town with a resident population of only 6000, but it has a main road that is wider and more majestic than a large town with tens of thousands of people; You can only see the electric poles, pulling dense wires.

The buildings on both sides of the main road are not even inferior to the commercial area of ​​Inadal City - all the shop fronts have colorful lights and signs.

You must know that the geographical location of this town is not very good. The whole Westham is surrounded by mountains, there is no fertile land, no minerals, and no commendable handicrafts. Where is "Zhenrong" coming?

This point, as long as you enter the town of Westham, any man can understand...

When the carriage drove into the gate of the town, the eyes of the "well-informed" Kenyan knights in the carriage began to look out of the window; when the club manager ordered the coachman to park the four carriages in front of a very stylish building At that time, the Kenyan knights seemed to have forgotten their reserve as knights of the Church of the Sun, and one by one, they got off the carriage proactively and impatiently.

In front of the resplendent and resplendent gate, the female "gatekeeper" dressed in cool clothes respectfully bowed deeply like the Kenyan knights, trying to show their original capital.

In the eyes of normal people, it is a mess, but in the eyes of special groups, it should be called a luxurious lobby. The seats of different grades are occupied by well-known merchants, merchants, and even mercenaries and small handicraftsmen.

Of course, Kenyan knights with status will not "spend" in the lobby. They enter the top VIP room under the guidance of the club manager, and the owner of the club personally brings entertainment in for these distinguished guests to choose.

Compared to Inadoli's club, the "resources" of this clubhouse in Westham are perfect - there are waiters, waitresses, teenagers, girls, humans, orcs...

The Kenyan knights burst into laughter and excitedly kept their favorite treats.

400 years ago, the age of great voyages began, and the gold rush in the outer seas swept through Nabalon. Orc slaves in the outer continent, spices, and various cloths produced by the Kenyan Empire became the best-sellers in Nabaron, except for a few who refused to accept the use of orc slaves because of their teachings. Countries and regions, the slave trade is a legal transaction in most countries.

It is "unfortunate" that the teachings of the gold lady also include the prohibition of slavery.

Not only the use of orc slaves is prohibited, but also human slaves.

Although she was criticized for "no morals and no lower limit", Ms. Gold Coin is a god of order and righteousness; her teaching is that money and transactions are correct, but the types of goods traded do not include intelligent races.

Not only the lady of gold coins, but also the goddess of prosperity next door—the gentlemen of Camerle tried their best to turn the townspeople into serfs, but they didn’t dare to really treat the townspeople as slaves; Serfs are no different, and those gentlemen also have to verbally state that the townspeople are "free people".

What can be done but not said is the unspoken rule that the "civilized people" of this world pass by default.

Whether it is the Shiga Principality of the Goddess of Prosperity or the Rhine Kingdom of the Lady of Gold Coins, there are absolutely no serfs, only tenant farmers and hired labor; there are absolutely no slaves, and they are all "contract workers" who have formally signed contracts with their masters.

Of course, no matter how unspoken this unspoken rule of being able to do what you can do but not say is accepted by default, boys and girls under the age of 16 and orcs who will not be obedient without mandatory restraints appear in sensual places, whether it is the buyer or the seller , are illegal—violating the law on paper.

In a big city like Inadoli, no matter how clever the club's owner is, he can't openly sell illegal "commodities" on the table; turn Westham, a remote town, into a red-light district with no taboos , there are not so many scruples.

The owner of the clubhouse led dozens of people into the VIP room. No matter how rich and generous the Kenyan knights were, it was impossible for all of them to stay. There were still more than a dozen people who were "eliminated" and led out by the boss.

These "eliminated" treats were brought back to the break room by the boss with a cold face, pointing their noses and taught them "trash, money-losing goods, worthless" for more than half an hour, until the boss was called away by the waiter Only then was it cleaned up.

The black-haired human teenager sitting in the corner of the break room watched coldly as the boss slammed the door and left, and reached out to pull down an orc girl with animal ears on both sides of her head sitting on his left.

This orc girl has slightly blue skin, sharp ears, and well-developed canine teeth protruding from her lips. To prevent biting, she was forcibly put on an iron cage, and because of the general strength of the orc race, although she has been She was so hungry and skinny that she was almost as thin as a human girl, and her hands and feet were still shackled.

The black-haired human boy pulled her tail, and the growling orc girl had to turn her head and look at her weakly.

The black-haired boy lowered his head and stroked a few words on her waist with his fingers: Run away, Lika.

Lika's golden pupils stared blankly at the black-haired boy for a while, then silently looked away.

No rejection...but no yes either.

She knew that this boy was caught and sold by a slave caravan innocently, and he still had a place to go back.

As for Lika, she didn't even know where she could go after escaping Westham, the hell on earth.

This orc girl, Lika, was not born in the hometown of the orcs, but a "native-born" Nabaronian... Her ancestors were plundered to Nabaron 400 years ago. It is the "N generation of slaves".

Lika can't speak the orc language, but can only speak the common language, because her father was once favored by the manor housekeeper and did clerical work, and she can also write beautifully in the common language of Nabaron.

Before the age of 12, the life in the manor that Lika remembered was no different from the children of other human servants...She played hide-and-seek with those human children in the stables and warehouses, and ran and played together in the field after the autumn harvest, catching Grasshoppers, climb trees to pick fruits together, go down rivers to fish.

After turning 12, Lika's life changed.

The old butler who reused her father was replaced by another man who used to be the master's personal servant. That man drove away the old butler and all the people who were reused by the old butler. At this time, Lika knew that she Unlike my own family and the servants of the human race - those servants of the human race were only fired and dismissed, but their family, who also had a contract, could be resold.

Her father was the first to be sold, and the new steward sold him to a passing caravan.

Then her mother, her brother, and finally her.

When Lika saw her family being stuffed into the iron cage for piglets, Lika thought her world had collapsed. After being sold to Westham, Lika realized that she was too naive.

Beatings, reprimands, confinement, starvation, torture... In less than three months, Lika changed from a lively orc girl to the lifeless one she is now.

The black-haired boy didn't get a response from Lika, he was a little impatient, he didn't care to show it, he leaned into Lika's ear, and tried his best to lower his voice, "Let's run away together, Lika, you won't end well if you stay here."

Lika rolled her beautiful golden pupils and looked at him again.

She doesn't want to live anymore.

She was thinking, how about helping this human race who was very similar to her former playmate... Even if she died, if this person could escape, it would be her little revenge.

So Lika nodded and said hoarsely, "Okay."

The black-haired boy was overjoyed, and opened his mouth to tell her some secrets——

"boom--!!"

The lounge where the hostesses stay is at the deepest part of the building. In order to prevent these hostesses (especially the orcs) from escaping, the walls of this lounge are very thick, and the windows are locked with steel plates. The whole room is like a large prison .

But even so... Following the loud noise that came from nowhere, the strongest wall of the lounge still shook slightly.

The lounge, where there were only slight whispers and low cries, suddenly became commotion.

The black-haired boy who seemed to have a well-thought-out plan also showed astonishment, and looked at the door of the lounge in doubt.

There were hurried footsteps, weapons clashing and shouting sounds outside, as if many people were running and fighting in the corridor outside, mixed with a few short screams occasionally.

The hosts near the door looked at each other in blank dismay, some hid back in horror, and some rushed to the door, or stuck to the door to listen, or lay down and looked out from the crack of the door.

"Ah!" It was a male waiter of the human race who lay down, and he straightened up screaming after only two glances, "Blood, there is a lot of blood outside!"

The human female waiter standing next to her quickly knelt down and tried to look sideways.

Soon, the female waiter of the human race also let out an exclamation of "Ah" and got up in a panic, and because she got up too fast, she was a little unstable and swayed weakly.

Compared with the orcs who are generally starved and skinny, and wear cages, handcuffs and shackles, the hospitality of the human race looks plump, and both men and women have ruddy complexions.

But the seemingly plump human hosts are actually no healthier than the orc hosts—in order to reduce the possibility of them harming guests, the human hosts are also in a state of chronic starvation and are very weak; To satisfy the guests, the hosts of the human race, male and female, were fed the fattening agent originally used for livestock.

In the eyes of Westem's business owners, commodities are commodities, and they will not be merciful just because they belong to the same human race.

After the commotion outside lasted for a few minutes, the screams subsided, and the chaotic and hurried footsteps sounded again.

With a "click", the door to the lounge that could only be opened from the outside was pushed open.

Outside the door was a group of murderous, blood-soaked strangers, dressed in different types of armor and holding different weapons.

"If you want to escape, run away!" The man who opened the door yelled into the lounge, threw a bunch of keys in with his hands, and left in a hurry with his companions.

The hosts in the lounge were stunned, and the few humans closest to the door rushed out without hesitation...

Several orcs rushed towards the large key on the ground in ecstasy...

Seeing this, the black-haired boy hurriedly dragged Lika to the orcs who were helping each other to unshackle.

The shackles that lock the orcs are not one key to open a lock, but only four types, and you can open it by finding the right key specification. These orcs, who have not seen the sun for several months or years, hurriedly dismantled the key chain Some of the people who unlocked and unshackled ran out alone, and more of them ran in groups with familiar people.

The black-haired boy found the right key to unlock Lika's shackles, and dragged her away without saying a word.

When the two ran out of the lounge, they saw at least a dozen corpses of thugs lying in disorder in the corridor outside.

The corpses are still there, but the weapons of the thugs are gone, and it is not known who took them.

The black-haired boy took Lika and ran across the corner of the corridor. He saw a thug with a blood hole in his stomach still humming, and a long sword landed on the right hand of the thug, so he took the long sword picked it up.

Seeing this, Lika took the round steel shield that rolled down beside her.

They continued to run, and after turning a few turns, the two saw the human host who fell to the ground panting from exhaustion.

When passing by this human host who was panting after running a few corridors, the black-haired boy couldn't bear it...but he still held back, and only dragged Lika, who he was sure he could persuade and was useful to him, to escape.

The plump figure forcibly "fat" by the fattening agent cannot conceal the fact that the human hosts are also starving, and it is also difficult for them to escape with their own legs.

Running around to the end of the corridor, the black-haired boy suddenly saw the situation in the hall, his complexion changed drastically, and he quickly pulled Lika back into the corridor.

After calming down for a breath, the black-haired boy poked his head slightly and peeked cautiously.

In the hall, there is still a scuffle!

A group of people who looked like mercenaries controlled most of the space in the hall, and were besieging a dozen or so gentlemen in high-end dresses and holding long swords!

Not only that, those people who looked like mercenaries also specially left a passage for them to escape!

The black-haired boy's complexion changed, he gritted his teeth, turned around and pulled Lika back.

Lika looked back while running puzzled: "Why do you want to go back?"

The black-haired boy didn't say a word, he dragged Lika back and ran two aisles before speaking: "Those people are not here to rescue us, they are here to rob people, if we dare to go out from the way they left, we will fall into them It's in your hand!"

Lika's expression froze.

"Believe me, mercenaries will never do things that are not beneficial." The black-haired boy gritted his teeth, "We will definitely be able to escape. The customer who bought me last week is actually my companion. They found the way for me. There's a big vent in the kitchen upstairs, and we can climb out of there!"

When they returned to the third corridor, a bloody mercenary was coming out of another corridor with a knife in his hand.

Seeing the pair of boys and girls running in the opposite direction, the mercenary subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him, and shouted loudly: "Hey, you guys, you ran in the wrong direction!"

Lika originally wondered if the black-haired boy was overly nervous, but when he saw this person shouting at them, her complexion sank along with her heart... The black-haired boy was right!

The black-haired boy stopped abruptly, holding Lika's left hand and the right hand holding the long sword, his palms were sweating at the same time.

The way this clubhouse controls the guests is abuse and starvation, but the thugs raised by the clubhouse are not weak in themselves.

The black-haired boy has no confidence... he can kill this mercenary and escape smoothly!

Lika is just a 12-year-old girl, and he is just a trainee soldier, and both of them are very weak from the torture of starvation!

The mercenary, seeing the vigilant look of the poor acting teenagers, didn't know that they had been seen through, so they stopped acting like kind people who helped them escape, and walked towards them indifferently.

The black-haired boy frowned, let go of Lika, held the sword in both hands, and prepared to fight desperately.

At this time... the door of the private room on the side of the corridor was suddenly opened silently.

An adult orc who didn't know when to hide inside, came out silently and swiftly like a predatory cat, holding a fruit knife in one hand, piercing the mercenary's neck from the side.

The mercenary held his throat and looked at the orc who had killed him in astonishment, as if he was confused where this guy came from, his pupils lost their luster, and he fell limply along the wall.

The orc who attacked and killed the mercenary with all his strength also staggered and fell down, and hastily supported the wall to stabilize it.

"You, know how to escape?" The adult orc, who was almost exhausted, stared at the black-haired boy with amber pupils.

The orcs have good hearing, and the place where the black-haired boy comforted Lika just now was only a corner away from the private room where the adult orcs were hiding.

The black-haired boy looked at the thin body of the adult orc, and nodded resolutely: 'I know! '

Adults who have been pushed out of their puffy bodies with fat boosters cannot climb out of the vents, but orcs can.

None of the three of them had the strength to support the other, the adult orc gasped for a few seconds and then stood upright, following the footsteps of the two young men.

There is only one street in Westham, and when you climb out of the kitchen ventilation pipe at the back of the clubhouse building, you can see the wasteland in front of you.

In the past, there would be thugs patrolling around the building, but today the mercenaries who came to the door lured the thugs away, and the three who climbed out of the ventilation duct rested for a while before disappearing into the depths of the wasteland.

Leaving Westham, the three of them fled towards the Tarantan Wilderness at the same time... On the other side was Sorensen. They had no choice. Those caravans who dared to cross the Sorensen Mountains would not mind taking part-time job as slave hunters occasionally. Pick up some extra cash.

During the staggering escape, the black-haired boy couldn't help cheering up the two orcs: "My companions planned to find a chance to create a commotion in the past two days so that I could escape. The temporary camp they chose is going to Tarantan direction, find them, and we will be safe."

Lika nodded blankly, but the adult orc didn't say a word... Obviously, he didn't quite trust this human youth, but he really didn't know anything about the environment outside the clubhouse, and he was extremely weak, so he had no choice.

Ruo ran desperately until midnight, the three of them couldn't hold on any longer, they managed to find a big rock to climb up, and fell asleep head to head.

Earth time on October [-]th, Wednesday, at two o'clock in the morning.

Taking advantage of the high-level NPCs claiming to be too tired to rest after dark in the game, they camped overnight and did not call. Miaobi Shenghua asked my friends to give me medicine, and formed a few teammates to explore new maps around the camp and practice collection.

"It really hurts that this game doesn't open the map. Every time I post a post to remind the administrator, I will say that the game function will be perfected in the follow-up update, and why don't I say when it will be perfected. It's fine in the town of exile, just squatting on a few streets for two days Once you are familiar with the task, won’t you be blind when you come out?”

Because Miaobi Shenghua has practiced the relationship with the pharmacist, he gave me medicine and Qin Guan also practiced collecting, and now he is giving me medicine and squatting on the ground while digging medicine and complaining.

"That's right, the outside map is still so big." Another player who also practiced gathering nodded in agreement, "I went far enough when I went back to the desolate stronghold to pick up people, but this time I went further, and the resurrection point teleportation point was not available yet. .”

Another player said: "It's nothing else, it really hurts if there is no resurrection point. Brother Lahong and the others are not opening the undead horse express. It is said that the knight got lost and had to return to the city when he consigned the bones last time. Now I can't find the way we walked, I'm so convinced!"

It’s okay to complain about the game, complaining about the dog’s planning has become a player’s daily routine, and the wonderful pen who brought up the panel and memorized the pharmacist’s formula by rote, said with a smile: "Anyway, no one dares to run out casually now, for fear that they will not come back if they die. , It’s also good to practice life skills. Take medicine, how far are you from second-level medicine collection?”

"It's early, don't you have no time to practice?" Give me medicine and said unhappily, "Damn, I get angry when I talk about this. It's a normal game to practice picking medicine. Just press an interactive button and wait for the article to be read. This is a broken game." You actually have to dig it yourself, and you have to clean up the mud, remove the dead leaves and pick up the waste branches... It’s so anti-human!"

The wonderful pen makes flowers happy: "Hey, my pharmacist still has to memorize the formula by myself?"

"Sister Huahuahuahua—!" A player suddenly jumped up, pointing at a big rock the size of a truck not far away, and shouted, "Quickly, look at what that is?!"

Miaobi Shenghua looked up and glanced: "Isn't it just a human hand, what a fuss... Wait a minute! Human hands?!"

Miaobi Shenghua immediately turned off the pharmacist panel, gave me the medicine and put the shovel in his waist, and the whole team ran towards the big rock...

Climbing a boulder taller than one person is not difficult for the "light-bodied" players. Within a few seconds, all these players climbed onto the boulder.

On the stone surface, which had been beaten by the wind and rain, it was quite smooth... and there were three people lying on it.

One is an ordinary human, and the other two are orcs with green leather, pointed ears and fangs.

Miaobi Shenghua stared at the two orcs with obvious characteristics, and excitedly clapped his fists and clapped his hands: "——Unlock a new race!"