Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Earth time at 03:30 on October 28th, July [-]th at [-]:[-] in another world time.

The darkest hour before dawn finally passed, the owner of a hotel on the main road in the town, which was the closest to the alley, pulled up the corner of the curtains cautiously, and looked out vigilantly.

This family hotel has only one section facing the street. It is a two-story building with nine small rooms, and each room is about the size of a club toilet...Of course, the cost of accommodation is also very cheap. It only costs ten copper coins, and there is also a brown bread breakfast handmade by Mrs. Doyle, and fresh milk sent by Mrs. Doyle's son-in-law from the countryside every day.

The hotel run by the Doyles in a place like Westham has a very single clientele.All the rooms are rented out on a weekly basis to prostitutes or male prostitutes who have been kicked out by high-end clubs, and they are allowed to bring back the guests they have recruited to spend the night.

From five o'clock in the morning, the commotion on the street outside alarmed the Doyle couple, especially the screams from the club next door, which almost scared Mrs. Doyle into a heart attack.

The six long-term tenants were also terrified. Some of these tenants had the courage to open the window and look out. They were even more disturbed when they saw groups of skeletons coming in and out of the lover's club next door. No one dared to stay alone. All crowded into the room of the owner and his wife.

When Mr. Doyle opened the corner of the curtain, the six shivering tenants huddled together, like Mrs. Doyle, stretched their necks.

The streets outside didn't look too unusual, and they weren't as chaotic as when they were invaded by bandits.

But the Doyle couple and the six tenants, who saw the street clearly in the morning sunlight, did not feel at ease at all. Instead, their faces were paler than the other...

In the entire hotel, only the room of the Doyle couple can see the street view on the street. Under the dazzling sunshine at the end of July, more than a dozen undead wearing fish scale armor, with steel knives on their waists, and carrying large bags on their bodies, are walking from many Mr. Earl passed under the window.

Mr. Doyle lowered the curtain tremblingly, turned his head stiffly, with a look of horror and despair.

The expressions of the other seven people were similar to his...

Although no one made a sound, everyone in this room knew that others must have the same thought as themselves—the night has passed, why are those terrible undead still there? !

"When the day breaks, all dark creatures must recede"—isn't that what children's bedtime stories and grown-up romance novels say? !

"Ms. Gold Coin..." Mrs. Doyle raised her hand tremblingly, covering most of her face, "What should I do, what should I do—my dear, Chris should come soon The milk is delivered, what should I do?"

Chris is the son-in-law of the Doyle couple. He raises some cattle and sheep in the countryside. Every morning, he rides his tricycle bought from Inadoli into the town to deliver milk.

Mr. Doyle shook his head, stood there helplessly for a while, then leaned against the window without giving up, and gently lifted the corner of the curtain again...

The group of skeletons I saw before hadn't gone far, and they all gathered at the street corner, shaking their heads and talking about something.

Mr. Doyle clutched his chest in pain.

Coin lady - if this is a nightmare, wake him up quick!

Mr. Doyle prayed desperately in his heart, but...the lady he believed in seemed determined to confront him, only to hear a dense and chaotic "crack, crack" sound, and more undead ran into Doy within the line of sight of Mr.

Mr. Doyle's eyes went dark, and he passed over directly.

"Honey?!" Mrs. Doyle exclaimed.

Miaobishenghua raised his head and glanced at the small gray second floor that didn't even have a signboard, only a section facing the street, then turned to look at Qin Guan: "There are also NPCs here?"

"Yes, but you can't enter." Qin Guan said, "Not only here, but also many street-facing buildings with people inside are not allowed to enter. They are probably civilian residences that have nothing to do with our siege mission."

Miaobi Shenghua nodded: "It should be."

After the fortified team she was in took down the headquarters of the militia, she ran to the town hall and the security station. The town hall was as obvious as the militia headquarters, and it was easy to find. The security station was hidden in a group of row houses. But I found the place after searching several places. During this period, I also encountered a situation where the system popped up a red letter warning when I tried to break into the house.

Players have a good acceptance of this situation. There is no doubt about it. Players can't force their way into the residences of zombie NPCs and high-level NPCs in Exile Town. They are used to it...

One step ahead of them was waiting at the intersection of the entropy non-increasing team. Seeing the wonderful pen blooming, the entropy not increasing group waved and said: "Sister Huahua, how should we divide the task of "Capturing the Enemy"?"

Miaobi Shenghua nodded to Ji Tang beside him, and said, "What do you think?"

"The results of each team are different, but everyone has contributed to the mission, and no one is paddling. If we want to go to whichever team wins the results as previously decided temporarily, I am afraid that there will be disputes." Entropy does not increase and calmly said .

Miaobi Shenghua straightened his expression and nodded his head.

This problem is also giving Miaobi a headache... You must know that there are only [-] players in this game, and there is no saying that this group of players will be replaced next time if they cannot cooperate. If the problem of profit distribution makes the players unhappy, then next time When there are large tasks, it will be difficult to pull the team up.

Among other things, the attacking team first took down 141 NPCs in the headquarters of the militia, then raided the town hall and the public security station, and intercepted three militia teams returning from patrols outside the town to take over. , No. [-]; if these victories belong to the tough team, the others will definitely not do it—everyone will pretend to be ghosts and scare people, take out restraint belts to tie people up, and don't talk about who worked hard and worked hard!

"Let's divide it equally." Ji Tang suggested, "Whether it's the capture mission, the rescue mission, or the loot seized, all of them will be divided equally, and everyone will have the least opinion."

Miaobi Shenghua let out an "uh" and looked distressed.

It's not that she hasn't thought about it, but it's really difficult to implement it——

Ji Tang knew what Miaobi Shenghua was worried about, and said with a smile: "It's okay, whoever thinks that he has made a lot of contributions and has serious opinions and is unwilling to hand over the seized shares together, then he will be blacklisted and excluded from the next large-scale mission. By the way, we will inform everyone who has participated The player of the mission, let everyone know why this person was kicked out."

Brilliant pens bloom & entropy does not increase, fell silent for a while, and nodded together...

Indeed, there are few players, so unity is very important. Similarly, if there are fewer players, it will be difficult for those who want to eat more and occupy more to get along, because there is no way to change places with one shot.

After deciding on the distribution mode, and holding the team leader's wonderful pen, he issued a notice on the team channel, notifying the teams to count the "battle results", and arranged for people to return to the camp to notify the NPC to come and settle the settlement...

In this team mode, the team notification system that players with leader authority can only issue is a temporary addition after the "Siege Warfare" was launched. The stingy dog ​​planner also deliberately marked that it is limited to the server's carrying capacity when issuing the yellow notice. The "Team Announcement" function is only available during the siege battle and closed after the siege event ends.

This temporary function, which seems to be convenient for players, still provokes players to complain wildly—won’t the server’s capacity not enough to turn off useless idle maps!What's wrong with you guys instead of using the built-in chat? !

On the other side, Hal left Pansy to watch the camp, took Tuttle and Jerome on the road in the dark, and appeared outside the town of Westham at dawn.

After a tense discussion, Hal was already desperate for the idea of ​​letting the undead cause Yang a big trouble, and instead cared about whether this gang of undead would be wiped out in a reckless attack—after all, the tricycle parked in the camp There are dozens of them. If the undead die, they alone will not be able to ride so many cars back.

As for running away with vehicles and cargo... Hal gave up on this idea as soon as he came to his mind. He still has many brothers trapped in Tarantan. Will the three of them, Pansy and Jerome, be separated from him?

The moment they saw the town gate... Hal and the others fell silent.

The town gate of Westham must not be as majestic as a big city. A passage between the two city walls that can accommodate three carriages is considered a town gate; usually the town gate is completely open, and only when the bandits attack Only then will the iron gates fixed on the city walls on both sides be pulled to the middle and closed with winches.

As for the curfew or something... it doesn't exist. Westem's economy depends on making a living at night. If any magistrate proposes to strictly enforce the curfew, he will definitely be taken away.

At this moment, under the morning sun, in front of the town gate of Westham Town... there are several undead standing openly.

In addition... under the walls on both sides of the town gate, there are dozens of dejected people in militia uniforms, like radishes on display...

Hal, who was originally worried that the undead would be wiped out, suddenly felt a nameless anger rushing straight to the top of his head——

There are several hundred members of the Westham militia, together with thugs from various brothels, at least they can pull out thousands of powerful men!

With so many people, more than 200 undead can be settled overnight, and even the gate of the town is taken over by the undead—are you all pigs? !

Even if there are more than 1000 pigs, the undead can't catch them all in one night! !

It's a disgrace to the human race!Disgraceful and lost at home!

Hal's egg was in pain, but the players guarding the gate over there were very happy to see them coming: "Here we come, NPCs are here!"

"Come to settle the task, Halsan~"

Hal: "..."

Jerome, who was still confused just now, changed his expression, and said nervously, "Oh no, I didn't bring those copper coins out, how many did you bring?"

Tuttle also became nervous: "Damn! I'm in big trouble, and I didn't bring it either!"

Jerome was in a hurry: "What to do, if you don't give enough copper coins to settle the task, these undead will eat us alive!"

Tuttle was sweating profusely: "Damn it, who would have thought that these undead could really bring Westem down overnight?!"

Hal was very annoyed, but he also knew that if something went wrong in the settlement task, the consequences would be serious, so he said: "I'll drag them first, you guys hurry back and bring the copper coins over."

Tuttle and Jerome didn't talk nonsense at all, they turned around and ran...

Hal looked at their backs, silently retracted his gaze, and walked towards the group of crazy undead with a heroic expression of generosity...

There are only two times when the undead are enthusiastic about their mentors, one is when they accept the task, and the other is when they hand in the task.

Hal was escorted by this group of undead into the town, and when he saw the grand scene in the famous red-light district in the south where he had been there twice... Hal's face almost split open on the spot.

On the fairly straight street, from one end to the other, there were neatly arranged three rows of...people who were tied hands and feet, or who were dejected, or in a daze, or in a daze.

These unlucky guys are basically all adult men, of all physiques, age groups, and appearances, old, middle-aged and young.

What's worse is that only a few of these people are fully dressed, most of them are disheveled, and at least half of them only have a pair of underwear...

At a glance, you can see at least a few men with half fruit. Most of the men's bodies are quite bad. They are either white and foamy fat, or dry flesh like ribs. This impression is really no one. ——Hal just glanced at it and felt like he was going blind!

What's even more painful is that Hal discovered that it wasn't just the people on the street who were bound into pigs by the gang of undead. He gave sharp eyes here, and saw the undead lifted up like pigs. people come over...

"Hal, we have to hand in the task of "Capturing the Enemy" first, please nod your head." Miaobi Shenghua came out from the crowd, and stepped forward to interact with Hal on behalf of the whole group of players.

Hal nodded numbly.

He didn't even bother to ask why these undead even tied up the pleasure-seekers to make up for it. Anyway, it was Yang's coins that had to be paid, so he felt so bad.

As for those people who nominally fell into their hands after paying the coins, let Rex have a headache!

When Hal was ruthlessly counting heads, he was in the wilderness more than 50 kilometers away from the Westham branch line.

Yang Qiu, who was on the road all night, confirmed through the branding matrix that the "prisoner of war" had already started the "handover" procedure, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief...

The players played super black skin heartlessly, but he was heartbroken.

While on the road, he acted as an online GM, monitoring more than 200 Erha-like players at the same time, constantly giving red warnings to players who may "break the taboo", and frantically repairing the bugs that may be exposed at any time in the "siege mission"—— This level of exhaustion is even worse than when he planned to sneak into the Holy Land of Lieyang Church!

Especially when the insane brothel owner rushed out to fight the players, if he hadn't "patched" in time and warned the players that he would lose 100 territory reputation benefits if he killed that guy, he would have been hacked to death on the spot .

As for the players being able to win Westem overnight, Yang Qiu was not too surprised.

220 Six undead soldiers with certain combat effectiveness, excellent discipline compared to this world, fearless of pain and death, attacked a small town at night in an organized, premeditated and planned manner. "Intimidation", "Mental Shock", "Insanity" and other passive hidden BUFFs, and witty use of one's own strengths during the attack, and adopted a multi-way attack to separate the battlefield... It is normal to have this result.

Even if the opponent's theoretical strength is more than five times that of the player's, it is completely useless if they cannot quickly organize an effective counterattack. In this regard, the action plan that the two brain power girl players came up with to destroy the militia headquarters should be the first credit.

If the players ignored the militia, the key force of the military, and rushed to the red-light district to make trouble...then the siege battle would definitely not end so quickly, and maybe it is still in a tug-of-war.

However, this does not mean that the first battle of the players is completely successful, and there are still many hidden dangers that have not been resolved. Yang Qiu must rush to Westham to host the scene as soon as possible, otherwise... let alone the garrison of Inador who is close at hand No, any fish that slipped through the net from the militia can cause big trouble to the players.

The most important thing is - using the "appraisal technique" of frantic patching, Yang Qiu used the hands of players to secretly loot dozens of kilograms of gold coins and jewelry from brothel owners and pleasure-seekers!If you don't put this batch of gold in your bag quickly, Yang Qiu will feel uneasy!

The works of art in other worlds lack the historical precipitation recognized by the people of the earth, and are worthless. The silver coins and copper coins circulated in the human country are useless to Yang Qiu. You can't make a few bucks, only gold is the hard currency!

With this batch of gold, even if he is allowed to feed the thousands of mouths in the town of Westem, there is no pressure at all. It is not a problem at all to occupy this town as a stronghold and expand the territory of Tarantan!

He couldn't help turning his head to observe Yang Qiu's black-robed supervisor Rowell, his expression became more and more...unspeakable.

The caster never prays to God, he believes that no matter how bad the black magician behaves, he will not fall to the level of a cultist, that's right... This guy's appearance is really abnormal, let's ride a horse first On the way to ten hours, he showed a fatigue that did not seem to be displayed by a high-level spellcaster, and now he suddenly became excited as if he had taken the wrong potion—I don’t understand!He really couldn't figure out what was going on in this guy's mind!

"Are you alright? Yang?" For the sake of eating and drinking for a long time, Supervisor Lowell expressed his concern.

"Of course." Yang Qiu smiled and nodded to the black-robed supervisor, "Actually, I have some good news to share with you, respected supervisor."

"Hmm... I don't know what kind of good news it is?" Lowell supervised cautiously.

"Our undead friends saved Westem." Yang Qiu smiled like a spring breeze.

Rowell: "..."

He tried to understand the meaning of these words, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said more cautiously: "You mean...the undead of Tarantan captured Westem?"

"It's salvation." Yang Qiu sternly corrected the wrong words of the black-robed inspector, and said solemnly, "Perhaps you have heard of Westem's alias, respected inspector, this was just an ordinary border a few decades ago. A town in a small town, over the years, there has been a blasphemous nickname like 'men's paradise', I'm really surprised that the Gold Coin Church doesn't care about it."

Rowell: "..."

There's nothing spookier than hearing a black mage utter the words "blasphemy to the gods"... But Yang was mocking the Church of Gold Coins, and he, a member of the Prosperity Church, really couldn't say anything.

"You can't imagine the tragedy of the people there, respectful supervisor." Yang Qiu said with compassion, "Young men and women come to this place involuntarily, lose their dignity, lose their freedom, and are manipulated like fish on a chopping board , many people are infected with disgraceful diseases, many people don't even live to be 30 years old... This is not their fate, I think so, what do you think?"

Rowell: "..."

Why do people from the Prosperity Church care about the territory of the Gold Coin Church - Rowell must not say such things.

Rowell could only endure the strong sense of disobedience, and nodded in embarrassment: "You are right."

The more hypocritical and pseudo-civilized society is, the better the banner of political correctness will work—as long as this political correctness does not really interfere with the interests of the upper class.

What Yang Qiu talked about was the border cities of the Rhineland Kingdom, and the damage to the Gold Coin Church was nothing to do with Rowell, the black-cloaked supervisor of the Prosperous Church. Of course, Rowell couldn't afford to refute.

Yang Qiu nodded with a smile, and said more righteously and compassionately: "Our undead friends have lost their lives. They understand the value of life better than the living. They can't stand so many people being trampled like animals. They did what they were supposed to do."

"Next, it's our turn to do what we should do. We must not let our undead friends despise us. I think you think so too, respectful supervisor."

Rowell suddenly came back to his senses: "??"

You wait for me——! !

Who are you "you" with? !You crazy don't take me with you! !

Rowell monitors such a roar in his heart.

But... on the bright side, he just looked in horror at the black mage riding alongside him on the undead horse in a daze.

Yang Qiu looked determined, and looked at him with very trusting eyes, as if he was sure that Rowell would never object.

Rowell: "..."

Is it too late for him to regret it now? It’s good to sit in the town of exile and drink tea and dinner every day...

When Yang Qiu coaxed and tricked Rowell to death on the chariot, he was in the town of Westham.

In the Lover's Club, Ms. Shirley and more than [-] waitresses stood expressionlessly on one side of the hall, watching the skeletons come in and out, carrying out the guests tied up like dead pigs in each room.

A few minutes ago, when the skeletons entered the club again, Shirley and her colleagues were terrified, screaming and fleeing to the toilet.

But the skeletons just looked at them curiously and then ignored them. Instead, this group of waitresses, who were usually considered decent among the prostitutes in Westham, were a little embarrassed...

Next, these skeletons pretended that they did not exist, entered the room one by one, carried away the guests one by one, and seemed to be nodding their heads while carrying them...

A dozen or so guests, including the cook, the thugs, the manager and the owner, were all carried away. The skeletons exchanged "KABAKABA" and quit the club, ignoring them and the women.

The waitresses collectively turned around silently, looking at the orderly lined up guests and thugs on the street outside the window, they became even more silent...

"What are they... what are they doing?" A young waitress asked in confusion.

"...I don't know." Ms. Shirley said stiffly.

She was also puzzled why the group of undead were still wandering the streets after dawn... But since these undead had no intention of harming them, there was no need for them to run away for the time being.

No one understood how dark the world really was than these waitresses. Women like them would not be much better off if they escaped this nightmarish street.

The waitresses didn't understand what the skeletons were doing, but... that didn't stop them from wanting to see such a scene.

Even in high-end clubs like lovers, there are no hostesses who have not been humiliated, bullied, or even beaten by guests-the guests who pay a lot of money to sell them always have the mentality of getting back the cost, and rarely sell them. Treat it as a living person who needs to be respected.

These normally invincible, flamboyant men who ride on them and show off their fists are dragged to the street for exhibition like pigs and sheep, and are counted by skeletons as if they were goods... They can't get enough of such scenes.

Not to mention that the boss who completely treats them as dead objects is also among them... The feeling is simply indescribable.

After standing and watching for a while, a waitress pulled a chair over and sat down to watch.

After a while, they dragged the sofa to the window...

After seven o'clock, when Rex arrived at Westham with a group of players who received the mission to go back and ride tricycles, almost all the prostitutes and male prostitutes in the town appeared at the window, admiring with relish the never-before-seen What a wonderful event...

Ossirian, Lika, and young Brook, who returned to Westham with the three-wheeled convoy, hadn't closed their mouths since they entered the town gate.

The only embarrassing one was Mia, an unmarried girl. The half-guo men lined up on the street made her so ashamed that she didn't know where to look.

Rex asked the players to park their tricycles in the open space near the town gate, got off the car, looked up at the people with very unhealthy complexions in the buildings on both sides of the street, and waited impatiently for the settlement. Players distribute cooking tasks...