Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Thirty Four

Three thirty in the afternoon earth time, six o'clock in the morning game time.

The former head of the Sacred Raven Thieves Group "Razor" Hal Maxwell got out of the tent and looked around blankly.

The planned construction site of the Walker’s Guild has changed from a deserted block to a real large construction site. The guild hall under construction is surrounded by iron pipes and large fishing nets of unknown materials (in fact, scaffolding), and the living area provided for the instructors has also been dug out. The foundation is half a meter deep.

With these strange undead's enthusiasm for "work", Hal felt that after waiting for at most half a month, maybe he could move out of the cramped tent...

But he is not at all happy about this kind of thing.

On the contrary, as the construction progresses, Hal's heart is getting colder and colder... He is only in his thirties, and he does not want to bury his life in such a pile of skeletons, zombies, and an evil black magic. The **** wasteland of the teacher's companion!

Several skeletons with weird square-shaped green letters on their heads passed nearby, and one of the skeletons cast their sights on Hal, who was standing in front of the tent.

Hal didn't move, and his naturally drooping hand slowly approached the long knife that stayed away from him.

The player looked down at the game time displayed by the system, instead of relying on him to disturb Hal, who had not yet reached work time, and chatting with his companions and walking away.

Hal let go of the handle of the knife in disappointment...

These weird undead are indeed very smart, and they are less and less given the opportunity to "legally" hack and kill.

With a sigh, Hal picked up the breakfast ingredients and walked in the direction where Tuttle lived.

Tuttle Joe, who was born in the good family, is the one who pays attention to the details of life among them. The same ingredients Tuttle can always make more delicious food than others. Hal and the same squatting on this construction site Treasure expert Pansy has become accustomed to having dinner together in Tuttle's residence sooner or later.

"Good morning, Hal."

Pansy, who was closer to Tuttle, had arrived, holding a kind of milk in a carton in his hand, and greeted Hal casually.

"Good morning, Pansy. Tuttle, here you are."

Hal put the paper bag in his hand next to Tuttle, who was busy preparing ingredients, and pulled a piece of Mazar next to Pansy and sat down: "You haven't finished your carton of milk?"

"There are some left, do you want a box." Pansy took out the box casually.

"Thank you." Hal took it unceremoniously...

"Our black mage is really magical, and he can find all kinds of supplies in such a desolate place." Pansy pointedly said, "Although the things he finds are always a little strange, such as this kind of paper. The milk in the box seems to contain a lot of sugar."

"No, it doesn't taste much." Hal narrowed his eyes. "The biscuits that were sent out before were sprinkled with icing sugar... even in the royal capital of the Rhine Kingdom, those well-known biscuit shops It's not so generous either."

"So—" Tuttle came over with a stew pot full of ingredients, placed it on the campfire surrounded by the two of them, and said while wiping his hands to sit down, "You all think that there are forces from the outer continent supporting it. The black magician?"

"The biggest sugar-producing area is in the outer continent." Pansy said concisely, "As far as I know, the Rhine Kingdom was unable to get on the downwind boat to colonize the outer continent due to a festival with the Kenyan Empire."

Tuttle said, "Well, backed by the evil black magician of the evil Kenyan Empire, he broke into the deep east of Nabalun continent and tried to get rid of it. Vigil at night, but never saw any stranger enter this place and sent supplies to the black mage."

"If we are to supply the eighteen of us, as well as the life needs of Rex, we only need to have a magical concealment expert carry a space ring--" Tuttle raised his finger to the construction site not far away. The blue bricks and cement piled up on the top, "These things need at least two medium-sized airships to fit them. The conspicuous things of the airship cannot be seen unless the person watching the night is blind."

Hal & Pansy are silent...

The large number of building materials that appeared overnight is nothing too strange for players. Anyway, the game planner can "refresh" whatever comes out if they want to "refresh".

For these natives, it's very fucking-they can't understand how the black mage Yang, who squatted with them in this great wasteland full of monsters and monsters, did it!

Well, transporting heavy objects of this magnitude is indeed very troublesome. Yang Qiu emptied the space ring and ran a dozen times before getting it...

As for the source, like the living supplies provided, it was not explained to the subordinates at all, because there is really no way to explain...

"Tuttle, what are your thoughts?" Hal sighed and asked vigorously.

Tuttle was silent, and said: "...Perhaps, temporarily accepting reality is not a bad idea for us."

Hal's complexion changed drastically, and he stood up.

"Hal." Pansy quickly got up and hugged Hal's arm, and gave Tuttle a worried look.

Tuttle stood up on his knees, looked directly at Hal's angry gaze, and said calmly: "Trust me, Hal, I haven't forgotten our original vow in a day. We are always the same."

Hal breathed heavily, resisted his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Then what do you mean?"

Although there were no noisy undeads around them, Tuttle cautiously approached Hal and suppressed his voice extremely low: "I'm thinking, maybe we can consider using these weird undeads... and, Yang ."

Hal looked at him in shock...

"Yang was named the lord of Tarantan. Before, we thought that this black magician was crazy and idiotic... But obviously, Yang is serious. He does intend to manage this wasteland into his territory. He may have spent money. He has been hoarding supplies for many years to prepare, and these undead who will not die no matter **** are his leaders."

Tuttle whispered: "For the Black Mage, it's not surprising how many undead leaders can be summoned. If he can really stand in Tarantan, then it's okay for us to follow him, as long as there are enough benefits. If He can't..."

Tuttle lowered his voice to the point that Pansy, who was very close to them, could barely hear him: "The reward for the'Nightmare Butcher' is as high as 90,000 gold coins."

Pansy & Hal's eyes suddenly brightened...

"—Wait, what if he chooses to escape after he finds that he can't do it? When the Black Mage wants to escape, it's not easy for others to keep him." Hal grabbed Tuttle's hand and said hurriedly.

Tuttle took Hal and Pansy to sit down, leaning close to these two little friends looking eagerly towards him, and said coldly: "So we have to prepare as soon as possible. First of all, we need to get as close as possible. Undead...I think you have also discovered that these undead are crazy and arrogant. Even if Yang passes by them, no one keeps etiquette to Yang; I have reason to think that these undead might... don't think Yang belongs to them. Owner."

Hal slapped his thigh and suddenly said: "You are right, Yang will guard us, but he may not guard the undead."

"But when we were in contact with those undead, Yang also watched us in the matrix." Pansy frowned.

Tuttle nodded at Pansy. His companions all knew that Pansy was a quick and wise person despite his irritable personality: "It is true. We need to use the matrix to communicate with these undeads. Our every word and deed Being watched by Yang, but this kind of monitoring only ensures that we must obey his rules and order these undeads to work, and does not prevent us from having other connections with those undeads... For example, when we hack some annoying undeads to death, As long as our behavior is not unusual, Yang will not notice us."

Pansy's eyes lit up: "You mean... we can look for opportunities to give these crazy undead some hints?"

"Yes." Tuttle nodded affirmatively, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, "I think you have also noticed that in the past few days, almost all the undead have been talking about'hidden missions'... They seem to be looking forward to receiving them. Get special secret missions that are not publicly released. Although we can’t release missions outside of the regulations, we can make them believe that we can also give them what they want.”

Pansy & Hal nodded vigorously, and Hal said with excitement, "Yes, these noisy **** are more excited these days than before. Some people who are looking for things are not satisfied after taking my task, and they keep asking questions. No other task, I hacked several such **** to death!"

"..." Tuttle wiped his sweat. "Next time, we don't have to hack them all. We can consider choosing some that are not too crazy... No, we can choose some undead that we can recognize, and selectively let go of some of them. , And observe the follow-up reactions of these undead to see if they will be more friendly to us..."

"This kind of thing can't be rushed, we have to take it slowly, and patiently select the undead who are willing to be close to us, and slowly give this part of the undead the benefits that we can give, and keep as close as possible to the undetected by Yang. When the time is right, give them some hints..."

After the food was cooked, Tuttle divided the meals for the two friends while saying: "If too many people know the secret, it can’t be regarded as a secret. I suggest that this matter should only be done by the three of us, you guys. What do you think?"

"Yes, it's not that you don't trust other people, but the fewer people who know the secret, the better." Pansy immediately agreed.

Hal has no objection either... He believes that there will be no traitors among the seventeen members of the former band of thieves who followed him at the end, but there are indeed some foolish idiots who have no brains and fail to succeed.

After discussing the big plan, during this day’s on-the-job time, Hal, who is usually annoying to the players to death, took out a professionalism that is different from the usual pure watering, with piercing eyes and full attention to observe the tasks here. The undead.

"When are the days when the bricks are moved?"

"I rely on it, the last point of potential value will never rise!"

"Who made this batch of cement? It's so thin that it won't go up. Is it because it hasn't been reworked enough?"

"The money I made from moving bricks bought lipstick for my wife. She said she would never force my helmet off next time..."

"Will you go to the spider cave at night?"

"Ma Ye, you still want to go, haven't you lost enough equipment?"

"I feel like you don't think about spawning monsters when you go to the spider hole, you can make a fortune by picking up equipment..."

Obviously there are only more than a dozen undead, but he just tossed out the tumult of the vegetable market. Coupled with the background sound of the duet from Tuttle and Pansy at the same construction site not far away, Hal only felt the green veins on his forehead. Jumping all the time, there is a kind of impulse to draw a long knife and slash...

When Hal used the greatest self-control of his life to endure irritability, an undead ghost ran over and screamed: "Hey, have you heard that? The big boss is already running and changing jobs, the first in the game. A Faye is about to appear!"

"Damn, really?"

"That Cub Breed will be level one as soon as it is online, and it will be able to change jobs after gaining enough prestige, which is faster than others."

"It's so unfair! I only have 32 potential points!"

"Who tells the dog to plan improperly? People engage in random potential. If you have a dark face, you can recognize it."

"Why don't we go and cut the lord Yang, everyone can't make the job change fair!"

Hal, the tiger's body was shocked...

Players who are not tired from moving bricks and do not bother to beep and beep do not feel that there is anything wrong with their statement, and they continue to beep:

"Think too much, you, the first-level spiders will kill the vanilla wives and their desire ~ immortal ~ desire ~ death, the third-level big mouse will get the achievement of killing players, and the identification technique can't identify the level lord Yang. Still want to be hacked to death? Come to a brother who has urine to wake him up!" A player who tried hard to mix ashes shouted mockingly.

"That is, it's more realistic to hack and exploit our high-level NPC with prestige points." Another player reached out and pointed to Hal, "This NPC is at level five, and it is better to kill than Lord Yang. How about you guys using this to practice?"

The string in Hal's mind "snap" snapped off, drew out the long knife, and rudely rushed towards his undead with the dirty bone claws.

"If I rely on beeping and beeping, NPC will kill people?!" Fortunately, the player was far away and ran wildly.

"Puff ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahaha I'm going to die of laughter!"

"Run, run out of range and the NPC won't chase after him! This Har is shorter than Tuttle next door...why come at me!" The next player who was watched by Hal jumped up and ran. As he ran, he turned back and shouted, "Don't get excited, Harsan, I'm kidding, I'm your undead friend~~"

"Grass hahahahaha!"

"Enough, you guys, can you stop molesting the NPC hahahaha!"

"Sooner or later, I will laugh to you these sand sculptures!"

"Hurry up and return the NPC to take up the task!"

Tuttle next door heard the laughter and laughter from Hal, and was astonished that Hal suddenly changed so quickly that he could immediately get along with the undead he had been complaining about annoyingly...

Turning his head to look, he found that Hal was chasing a skeleton jumping up and down like a mad amidst the laughter of a group of undead.

Tuttle: "..."

The player who was interacting with Tuttle found that the NPC was ignoring people. He moved two steps to block Tuttle’s sight, and put the muddy task props on others’ faces: "Tuttle Joe, I want to settle the task. , Did you hear that? Hello? Hello?"

After working through a daytime job, the three-person team had a dinner time after get off work.

"I don't think it will work." Hal said with a gloomy expression. "It's too difficult to find out those who are not so crazy from this group of lunatic undead."

Tuttle & Pansy: "..."

How should I put it... Although they all think there is a problem of Hal's lack of patience, the group of undead is also a big problem; no matter how many times they have witnessed and experienced it in person, it is difficult for them to get used to these undead being hacked by their companions. At that time, the smirking spirit of indulgent laughter...

"Ugh!"

The three sighed simultaneously.

"You don't have to give up too early, it's just the first day." Tuttle cheered up, "These undead are very...have personality, and from their speech, I firmly believe that you can talk to these undead...at least If we successfully communicate with some of them, as long as we have enough patience, we can definitely find undead who are willing to help us assassinate Yang at a critical moment."

Hal was silent, and said quietly: "You don't understand what I mean, Tuttle. It is not difficult for some undead to assassinate Yang. These illogical lunatics have no respect for Yang who summoned them. Zhixin, let alone treat Yang as a loyal master. The difficult thing is how to communicate with these undead properly."

Tuttle & Pansy: "..."

"The worst thing is that in the eyes of this group of undead, we and the lord Yang are probably the only difference between easy to assassinate or not easy to assassinate." Hal said with a **** face, "At least I can't guarantee that these undead will not. Watch us. Don't forget, Yang said at the beginning that these unruly undead...will kill any target they can kill, no matter the cost."

Tuttle's face suddenly stiffened.

To be honest, because these undead are easy to hack, he has long forgotten Yang's warning...

Thinking about this group of undead who have been running to Yang to get through the authentic spider lair in the past few days, and still undaunted after repeated defeats, Tuttle couldn't help but shiver.

Pansy's face was even more ugly than Tuttle.

This treasure expert was the most reliable think tank besides Tuttle in the era of the holy crow. When Hal and Tuttle were disappointed by the setbacks of the plan negotiated in the morning, he had already thought of a deeper point: "Hey Hey, guys, I have a bad guess... These crazy ghost-like skeletons summoned by Yang, are they... not just ordinary undead?"

Tuttle hurriedly said, "Pansy, what do you think?"

"Although Yang claimed that he had never admitted, his nickname on the Nabalon International Convention Wanted List is indeed the'Nightmare Butcher.'"

Pansy took a deep breath, his face ugly and authentic: "The skeletons he saw as being summoned by the people are indeed different from the undead army of ordinary black magicians... They are not sluggish at all, they are very agile, and they have quite a high level of madness at the same time. Wisdom, this kind of wisdom is not like ordinary summoned things can possess—"

Tuttle & Howl only heard this, and felt that their entire body was standing up...

Pansy's tone became more and more excited: "Couldn't these undead are not the undead we thought, but the higher level creatures of the demon world above this?!"

"The reason why they appear in the form of fragile skeletons is either—the bodies of these undead cannot enter the material plane, or Yang has temporarily restricted their power in order to'domestic' these undeads and let them behave like Weaknesses we see?!"

"The evidence is what Hal said. These undead are not bound by the summoning contract. They can actually kill Yang! I can't even imagine what level of terrifying creatures these undead bodies are!"

Hal was dumbfounded, Tuttle was dumbfounded.

As if the mist that had been covering up in front of him was blown away by the wind, Hal instantly remembered countless doubts, and his voice began to tremble: "Yes, yeah... Yang himself said that these undead will become stronger and stronger, but they are just ordinary skeletons. How could it be getting stronger and stronger? Hell, we shouldn't have been here at the time, we were all deceived by the kindness pretended by that evil bastard, and we were all deceived by this guy's generous gifts!"

"This kind of thing-the words of the'Nightmare Butcher' are indeed done! Damn! Does this guy want to create natural disasters?!" Tuttle also snarled in cold sweat.

"It's time to make up your mind, guys." Pansy exhaled heavily. "Got a gamble and run away at night, this guy won't chase and kill us who know his secret... Or, kill him! Get these! Dangerous and terrifying creatures have not been successfully'domesticated', and their true strength has not been shown before!"

The atmosphere of the triple room became extremely solemn.

Unilaterally believed that evil black magicians would let them go. This naive view that the three of them would not believe-that guy deliberately ran all the way to the Sorensen Mountains to deceive them!

"Done!" Halfa gritted his teeth, "No matter what this crazy black mage is going crazy, we don't need to be crazy with him!"

Anyhow, after being a roadblocker for several years, this group of guys really dared to fight hard. They immediately ate their stomachs and filled their stomachs. Then they spread out and contacted other people...

Tang Jia, Zheng Qingyue, Yang Ying, Jia Luo, and Ji Tang gathered at the birthplace to form a team and drove towards the northeast corner of the town.

"One hour in the game is equal to half an hour in reality. NPCs that must gain prestige when changing jobs are only given tasks from 4:30 a.m. to 10:00 a.m., and 4:30 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. every day. Zombie NPCs You can take it anytime."

While rushing, Zheng Qingyue enthusiastically introduced the game to new friends that the friends met: "You can only log in for twelve hours a day, which is twenty-four hours of game time. If your initial potential is so high, you have to do it yourself. Time to log in, and try to fill up every day's prestige time slot."

"Understood, I will carefully count the time to log in in the future." Ji Tang nodded.

"On the first day you played, let's say that you have used up the login time." Tang Jia waved his hand arrogantly. "Today I went to a large group with them to clean monsters and found a place where small groups can also safely clean monsters. Let's now Let’s verify if we can do it. If we can do it, we will get some materials for Qingyue to hand in the reputation. If she transfers the nurse, our small team will be strong!"

Ji Tang nodded no matter whether he could understand it or not...

Regardless of any game, female players are more willing to play with newcomers, and this holographic game is no exception.

Zheng Qingyue gave Tang Jia a helpless look, then turned to add to the new teammate: "Don't listen to her all the nonsense, she is sometimes quite ridiculous. This time, we should just go to see the excitement and hang up. Preparation of the line..."

"Ah, it's the entropy non-increasing guy!"

Two oncoming players saw the non-entropy ID, stopped with surprise and waved hello.

"Hello." Zheng Qingyue nodded at the two players politely.

"Boss, do you want to do a hidden mission together?" The two players did not regard themselves as outsiders at all, and ran over excitedly. "We seem to have hit a big mission, the big mission to assassinate Lord Yang!"

"So exciting?!" Tang Jia exclaimed in surprise.

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