Beg for Life

Entering the portal, he appeared in a room in a blink of an eye, and a virtual image appeared, making a sound of neither male nor female.

"Congratulations on entering the battlefield of the immortal, please choose your camp."

"Flash camp!"

"Please put away all your belongings, otherwise it will become nothingness when you enter the battlefield."

I rolled my eyelids, took them off and put them away, even the storage ring.

"Ready to teleport, I wish you the ultimate victory."

A radiant teleportation array appeared under my feet, and the next moment time and space shuttled, it appeared in a room again.

It can't be called a room, it's just a simple thatched house, and a reminder sounded in his head.

"Welcome to the battlefield of the immortal, your camp is the flash camp. The initial building is a first-level village hall and a farmer's shed, with 10,000 units of spirit wood, 10,000 units of spirit rock, 10,000 units of metal, and 1,000 units of spirit stone. "

It's really similar to the game, I immediately whispered, "What about the building list?"

After grinning, a virtual screen appeared in front of him, showing only the building list of the first-level village. In addition to the village hall and migrant workers' shed, there is also a warehouse. Only one tavern and one blacksmith's shop can be built.

The tavern is used to recruit heroes. Heroes can lead troops. Now I only have one level and can summon one to assist in combat.

The blacksmith shop is used to buy equipment, but they are all ordinary. I have to suspect that those immortal have also played strategy games.

Both of these must be constructed. Each building costs 100 units of spirit wood, 100 units of spirit rock, and 100 units of metal.

But if you want to build it well, you need to summon farmers. I stepped out of the simple village hall, and everything in front of me made my mouth twitch.

A piece of grass surrounded by broken fences, outside is a dense forest, the roar of wild beasts one after another.

There are only three solitary buildings on the grass, except for the village hall, which is a more broken shed for migrant workers, and the warehouse with a spire is for storing supplies.

I walked to the migrant workers' shed, and it was shown before my eyes that the first-level migrant workers' shed can summon ten farmers, each with a spirit stone.

It was cheap, but I only had a thousand spirit stones in total, so I had to save a bit and chose to summon immediately.

The simple door of the migrant shed opened, and ten men and women stepped out, still a little confused at first. When they saw me, they were immediately surprised and knelt down.

"See the emperor!"

They wore crude mechanical armor with different tools on them, which were used for logging and mining and building houses.

I waved, "Get up, five build taverns, five upgrade village halls, and get supplies from the warehouse."

They are still in a state of excitement. Ten States World has already announced this competition. They are very proud of being the first group and immediately started to act.

Upgrading the village consumes more resources, and each of the three materials requires 1,000 units.

But this is also necessary. Only second-level villages can build primary barracks and upgrade migrant sheds to summon more farmers.

The ten people were divided into two groups to work. They were assisted by mechanical armor and could not consume much energy.

I turned on the map function, but it only showed the area within the village. It seemed that I had to explore the surrounding area.

What gives me a toothache is that now I am just a mortal, without even a personal weapon, and it has been a long time since I felt this powerless crisis.

It takes time to build two buildings, at least a day. I borrowed a folding mining pick from a farmer. I looked at the four village gates and chose the east one.

As soon as I left the house, I saw a winding dirt road. As far as I could see, there was some wood piled on the side of the road. What made my toothache was that a few skeleton soldiers were guarded there.

Heroes invincible?

I couldn't help but think of a game I played when I was a kid, which was very similar to the current scene.

If it were before, five skeleton soldiers could be wiped out by my breath, but now my body is really choking.

But I walked over, and they didn't respond at first, but within a hundred meters range, Qi Qi immediately seemed to be ready for battle.

When I stepped back, they didn't chase after me, but still looked at me, it seemed that the responsibility was to guard the wood.

After moving around the village, I found a few small resource points. It seems that a barracks must be built to get out.

Some boring return to the village, ten farmers are still working in full swing, I was a little boring want to help, but found that I can not build a house.

More importantly, the rules do not allow arms other than farmers to participate in construction.

"What a nonsense!"

I had to lie on the grass in a daze, and after a while I couldn't help it, got up and walked out again.

I have a premonition that I have been too comfortable recently, and I have lost my desperate heart. Isn't it just a few monsters? I don't believe it.

As soon as I took a step, I suddenly saw a row of numbers in the sky. The numbers were very long, measured in billions, and the mantissa kept changing and shrinking.

I can see that this is the number of contestants. Some contestants were just as self-conscious as I did to challenge the monsters that guarded the resources, but they were killed.

"Nima's!"

I cursed and turned around and returned to the village. It would be too tragic if the game started in a box.

Just ask all ten farmers to build a tavern, and first summon a hero to come out, and multiple people will have an extra guarantee.

Towards the evening, the tavern was finally built. What left me speechless was that even though the ten peasants were assisted by simple mechas, they were exhausted and could only rest.

Fortunately, the hunger pangs have been eliminated in this competition, and there is no need to worry about food. This is also because some races do not need to eat, which is fairer.

Stepping into the tavern, there were only a few rough wooden tables and chairs inside, which looked a little empty.

Said it was a tavern, there was no alcohol at all. As I stepped into it, some phantoms appeared on the table, all candidates for heroes.