I Captivate the Player

Bai Yin said: "When our war against the empire is over, how will you continue to maintain the players' sense of ascension? One day we will have no enemies and let them fight, right?"

"There can't be war all the time."

Chen Ye smiled and said, "I don't know, we can only take one step at a time. How is the material analysis of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons going?"

Bai Yin replied: "It's still close, but it's too hard, too heavy, and too big. It would be great if I could dismantle a part and get it back. I can quickly analyze it."

Chen Ye said: "It's good to stay there, anyway, I won't lose it. Recently, the performance of the players has become more and more active, and many of them have gained fame everywhere."

Bai Yin said: "Fortunately, my computing power has increased, and I can release tasks based on the players' timely responses, otherwise I would definitely not be able to keep up with their daily troubles."

Chen Ye put down his teacup with a smile, and said calmly: "We don't need to completely manipulate the players...but my silver is really powerful."

Tactical Baiyin leaned back and said, "Even if you praise me, it won't do me any good."

Chen Ye continued without shame: "Praise people more, smile more, it is good for physical and mental health, not to mention, what I said is the truth."

Bai Yin shook happily, "Ola Ola, I know that's the truth!"

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Players such as the Black Gold Brotherhood have infiltrated several cities in the northern region, including the Black Cliff area, Ash Forest, and the Moore area.

They changed their appearances and blended in with the people of the empire as 'natives'. Most of them no longer regarded themselves as Andochers, but began to act as normal imperial people, and continued to change their identities once they were discovered.

Chen Ye provided a lot of identity templates with detailed information. The most chosen identity is a wandering mercenary, and the second most is a traveling merchant. Both identities are very convenient.

In other cities other than Paletto, counterfeit plans have not been implemented on a large scale. After all, the risk of doing so is too high, and players need to find out the local situation before making trouble.

In this way, another month passed, the time came to March, and spring had completely arrived, and detailed rumors about "undead" appeared one after another in various parts of the northern border.

Originally, there were stories about Andocher and the "undead" at the beginning of the year, but at that time, players basically concentrated in the three locations of Andocher, Snowland, and Jinar, and many people in the empire just listened to the story. I've said them, but I don't believe them very much, and I don't care much until I really contact them.

Because there are so many strange legends and monsters in the magical Middle Ages, dragons and werewolves are real, and their danger and mystery are no less than "undead".

The acceptability of the people in Noah's Continent is still very high.

But now more and more imperial people have witnessed this strange existence with their own eyes.

"Undead"

"Not only are they extremely powerful and extremely fast, but they can also use various magical abilities and special weapons."

"These people seem to have an immortal body. It is said that they all come from the mysterious northern city of Andochir, which rose in just a few months, and Baron Samuel, the "King of Monsters", rules the people there. everything."

"They defeated the powerful orc army, the terrifying hell demons, knocked down powerful enemies one after another, assassinated Earl Leo who joined forces with the demons, and kidnapped the imperial daughter of the empire, whether it was the church or the prince of the empire. They are against them, but the people of Guinal and other places are very grateful to them."

"They are an incredible and strange legend, and their looks and conversations are no different from ordinary people. These people are likely to be around us."

"Really? I don't believe it. How could there be immortals." A mercenary dismissed the old drunkard's words.

This is a small town in the west of the North, "Torland".

As it was getting late, more and more men crowded into the tavern. Most of them were bachelors. They worked hard during the day and drank around the fire to keep warm at night, laughing and gambling.

Even though it's spring, the nights in the North can still feel chilly, and no matter the time of day, alcohol and waitresses keep people here fully relaxed and happy.

A thin old alcoholic with a wine nose and a fur coat was leaning against the wall, drunkenly telling everyone stories about the undead.

But the others all had smiles on their faces, obviously not believing his drunken words.

A few mercenaries who listened to the story were born and questioned the old drunkard. They were obviously newbies, young and interested in various adventures, and the stories about the undead made them even more curious.

"Hey, don't you believe it? In fact, I have really seen undead."

"Just a month ago, it was colder than it is now, and we went to a tavern for the night, and it was like this day... We were drinking in the tavern, scolding the rich, laughing at the waitress's fat buttocks, and suddenly there was A bloodthirsty werewolf rushed in."

Werewolves are a kind of monsters that run rampant in the northern border. They are no different from ordinary people in normal times, but they will uncontrollably transform into ferocious werewolves on the night of the full moon, eager for killing and blood.

"Werewolves? Don't you want to talk about 'undead'?" The young mercenary who asked the question wondered.

"I'll talk about it right away... Just when the people in the tavern were chatting happily, the werewolf suddenly broke in and started killing people. Far beyond what normal people imagine."

"Everyone was killed by it."

The old drunkard's expression suddenly became serious, his tone gradually changed, and the others gradually stopped communicating and listened to him attentively.

"At this moment, an 'undead' suddenly rushed in from the outside. He raised a black two-handed sword, aimed at the werewolf from a long distance, and shot a sword from the strange sword. The black light directly chopped the werewolf to pieces, and even the monsters were scared away by the opponent's terrifying power."

The people in the tavern became interested and rushed to ask questions.

"Are the undead really that powerful? Can they beat werewolves?"

"I heard that werewolves are a very strong species, even stronger than ordinary knights. Sometimes a werewolf can cause the destruction of a village."

There was a table of people sitting at the entrance of the tavern. They were drinking their own wine and talking about something. One of the young people couldn't help asking questions when he heard what the old alcoholic said.

"You didn't lie?"

The old drunk replied with a smile, "Of course, I never lie."

The young man nodded and continued to ask: "I have another question. You just said that everyone in the tavern died, so why are you still alive?"

The old drunkard took another look at the person who asked the question, and he realized that he didn't recognize that face, and the person might be a stranger from somewhere.

He scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile: "I just said something wrong. That day I hid under the table and trembled, and escaped by luck."

Everyone else in the tavern laughed, and someone said, "You don't suspect that the old man is a werewolf, right? He has been blacksmithing in the town for more than ten years, so he can't be a monster."