Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

In the back alley of the Night Watchman Building, all the doors and windows of the residents on the first and second floors are closed.

Above the third floor, many people also closed the windows and drew the curtains, only occasionally a few pairs of curious and frightened eyes peeked out.

Karida sat in the carriage with a blank face, passing through the streets where the undead were densely commuted, like hell and the perverted scene of the world, and stopped at the back door of the night watchman building.

In front of the back door where many carriages were parked, two groups of undead were stuck at the bottom of the steps, seeming to be arguing in stalemate; in the hall on the steps, some undead squatted to watch the excitement, some undead danced and danced, and some undead seemed to be booing. Obediently waited in front of the counter in the hall, waiting for the officials who issued the exorcist tasks to register them.

Karida only took a look inside and felt his scalp go numb. After taking a few deep breaths, he barely suppressed the goosebumps on his skin and got out of the car with energy.

The two groups of undead seemed to be arguing fiercely, while continuing to make incomprehensible "KABAKABA" sounds, while... making way for Karida who was about to enter the door.

... After all, it was just a war of words, and it hadn't escalated to the point of real action. It is just a common thing for players to give way to an old lady NPC.

Karida: "..."

I have to say that walking across the pile of undead is really not a good experience.

Especially these undead are always jumping back and forth between maintaining basic politeness and being rude and offensive. There will always be such a cheap hand who suddenly stretches out his dirty bone claws, touches the old lady's body and sees it. The priest's robe of the "divine outfit".

"rude!"

Karida slapped it, and the undead who was slapped away didn't care, making noise as usual.

In a short distance of ten meters, Karida took off the dirty bone claws of at least six or seven undead, and went into the hall for receiving the undead with a veiny forehead.

"Your Excellency Karida." The sweaty official behind the counter rushed out and saluted Karida.

Wearing a rhododendron badge and "translating" the words of the undead for the night watchman, the secretary also bowed quickly.

After straightening up, Miss Secretary's expression suddenly changed slightly, the corners of her mouth twitched obviously, and she quickly took off the badge...

"This grandma is so proud!"

This is the speech of the undead in the hall after seeing His Excellency the Prophet.

The prophet who is in charge of the Moses Port Tribunal is called a grandma... Miss Secretary doesn't dare to listen anyway.

Karida nodded solemnly: "How is the situation?"

"The undead are picking missions." The official invited Karida to take a seat while calling for tea, "Several regiments of undead came here this morning, and they all wanted higher-paying missions, and they were still at the door before. There's a fight going on, and if Miss Linda hadn't stopped them, they'd still be going on."

"Oh?" Karida looked at Miss Secretary, "Can you stop these undead?"

She saw Miss Secretary take off her badge just now. Based on the old woman's years of experience in running the tribunal and battling wits with cultists and dark creatures, she instinctively sensed that there was something abnormal about the rhododendron-shaped badge.

Miss Linda quickly bowed and replied, "I'm just trying to advise them not to be rude in the Night Watch building, ma'am."

Of course, this answer could not satisfy Karida, but seeing that Miss Linda was Miss Phoenix's personal maid, Karida didn't delve into it.

Being able to mix from serving as a personal maid to serving as a secretary proves that this young lady is not the kind of person who does not know how to measure and presumptuously makes decisions for the master. Her attitude is exactly that of Miss Phoenix.

Phoenix's attitude is not difficult to interpret: she just "lends" the undead to Port Moses to exorcise demons, and she doesn't want Port Moses to have too much contact with these undead.

But this is enough, at least it can prove that these undead do have the wisdom and rationality to communicate with people.

Karida nodded slightly. An intelligent and rational dark creature is at least less dangerous than a rabid dog running on the street and biting passers-by.

Next, Carida re-inquired about the process of the team composed of undead dispatched to solve the incident, and learned that the night watchmen will arrange people to accompany them to monitor, and so far the biggest harassment of the undead to the residents of this city is only passing by... He feels more at ease some.

"Was the undead tasked with searching for lurking vampires?" Karida concluded with her most concerned question.

"There is no need to worry about this, Your Excellency." The official said respectfully, "These undead are very interested in vampires. As long as they can find traces of vampires, they will never let go of their bite."

For the undead who came to pick up the mission, almost every group asked the secretary who could understand the "lingual language of the undead" to inquire about the vampire mission.

After all, the fattest disaster mission has been done, and most of the remaining missions are "small missions" rewarded with thousands to tens of thousands of copper coins.

Simply killing a vampire can also bring you thousands to tens of thousands of undead coins, and a lot of rare materials will drop... Of course, the undead are very enthusiastic.

Karida nodded again.

Most vampires don't cause massive damage, but vampires, a high-level monster with a habit of living in groups, are always keen to let their own kind replace people who are familiar with their disguised identities, but they always crowd into the upper class... No matter what, they can't sit idly by Its population grows.

Knowing the "upper limit of damage" of these undead, Prophet Karida left contentedly.

The official looked at the back of His Excellency the Prophet leaving, hesitating to speak.

The undead have the habit of packing away all the loot, which is actually a headache for the night watchman.

However, the cost of hiring these undead is already lower than that of hiring folk exorcists or mercenary groups. The extra cost is really hard to justify—didn’t your lord bishop accept the fact that the sealed item was lost?

Players rushed to Moses Port to make a fortune... While solving problems for the people of Moses Port, Inad established the territory, and a large project that invested a lot of manpower in the city hall has also reached the acceptance stage.

Caroline, a small town girl from Westham, and her three partners, Alan, Simon, and Benjamin, finished counting the income and dividends of the last business, and rushed to the middle of the town to patronize the deli of the undead. Business, was queuing at the door, and found an operator riding a bicycle, pulling some wires and the like, coming from the direction of the town hall.

This operator was from the town. He was the first batch of young adults returning home from the city after hearing about Westem's recruitment benefits years ago. He knew Caroline and the others, and greeted them with a smile when they saw them.

"I heard that your business is doing well, have you taken your goods to Horseshoe Town for sale?" The operator who once worked in a factory with Alan and Simon jumped off the bicycle while getting off the frame. Take down the bundles of wires and speakers, laughing and teasing these little friends who played together when they were young.

"I made some hard money." Simon said with a smile, "Now there are cheap stores in the city, and the undead cloth can't be sold at the previous price."

"What is this you are holding? Is this a trumpet? What about this?" Benjamin looked curiously at the operator.

"Guess?" The operator proudly held up the palm-sized box in his hand to show it.

"I can't see it." Benjamin subconsciously reached out to grab it.

"Eh, you can't touch it casually. This thing is very important." The operator hurriedly raised his hand to prevent the little Benjamin from touching it. "This is the radio."

"Ah? Radio?" Not to mention Simon, Benjamin, Alan, and Caroline, the four young people who had been to the city and had their eyes opened, the guests queuing up next to them were also quite surprised.

Of course Caroline had seen a radio when she was a waiter in a high-end restaurant in the city, but the radio she saw was definitely not like this. She shook her head repeatedly and gestured: "You are lying, the smallest radio is as big as it is. How can there be such a small one."

"I didn't expect it. It's the radio. It was sent by the Innerdale City Hall. There are six in our town, and we will try to cover all the streets with the speakers." The operator smiled and walked into the deli, "I won't follow you guys. Say, I've got to go get the radio and speakers set up, and we'll have broadcasts all over the street later."

"It's a lie again. How can we receive the radio here? In the city, the signal can only be received in places close to the Midtown." Caroline said dissatisfied.

"I don't know, I can't receive the original radio signal in the city, but I can receive the city hall radio station." The operator was very proud, and deliberately stopped to show off to his friends, "The city hall radio station signal Ta Xiu is on the tallest tower of the City Lord's Mansion, and we have installed medium-wave transfer stations on the highest mountains of Innatrix, let alone in the town, if you go to the countryside, even if you go to the Sorensen Mountains In the sea of ​​trees outside, anyone with a radio can hear the broadcast!"

After speaking, he didn't care how surprised the crowd would be, and happily entered the store with his things.

The town's daily electricity is partly supplied by the original wires, and partly by self-generated electricity. The undead deli has a freezer that needs electricity, and it also has a power line.

Put the "precious" radio in the safest attic staff dormitory in the store (where the orc clerk lived), connected the wire (unifiedly find a rechargeable radio customized by the G Provincial Electronics Factory), and connected it to the speaker. The skylight climbed to the roof, and the loudspeaker was installed in the attic where there is a eaves to keep out rainwater under the skylight.

While the operators were busy putting on their horns, the guests who lined up and the passers-by who heard the discussion were all waiting downstairs, looking up curiously.

FM wave technology has appeared in this world for at least 200 years, but listening to the radio is still an elegant hobby that can be enjoyed by the middle and upper class.

The reason is that the transmitter technology has not been widely used in the military, so it has no chance to improve rapidly - it is not that the frequency of wars in this world is less, but that most national-level wars involve the participation of mage groups, and spellcasting The wizard's eye, water mirror and other magic tricks, together with the assistance of the local magic net, have been able to well support military warfare.

The second thing is that the people who are generally extremely poor cannot raise commercial oligarchs (capital power) that are born out of the old elite class and detached from the old elite class, and can indirectly or directly affect the domestic and foreign situation.

When capital forms power, it will naturally seek to cut leeks more efficiently. Use magic if magic is effective, and technology if technology is effective. Everything is practical; but if there is no soil for capital to form power, then capital will not rise.

The power of capital in this world has not surpassed the old elite class, and there is no opportunity for global colonization or killing the first knife on its own people. Even capital does not have the motivation to promote technological progress. Naturally, any technology can only be born on a small scale. Have fun.

But for the Innadali regime, there is really no difficulty in covering the entire territory of the broadcast signal. If someone is willing to pay, let alone covering the entire territory, it is not a big problem to cover the entire continent... …

On the earth, a 1 kilowatt FM transmitter covers a radius of no more than 5 kilometers. Let’s move a [-] kilowatt FM transmitter to Innatrix here, and the Otis territory next door can receive the Innatrix broadcast. station signal...

The operator wanted to show himself in front of fellow villagers, so after installing the speakers, he returned to the attic, adjusted the channels according to the operation manual given by the city hall, and turned the speakers to the maximum.

The Inadoli Radio Station was established to better disseminate farming knowledge to farmers and promote city hall policies. Except for towns, every village must set up a radio station.

But, Zhao Zhenzhen doesn't have the manpower to squat on the radio station for live broadcast all day, so except for a specific time period, the radio signal covering the whole area is playing music from China in a loop - it doesn't matter if you don't understand the lyrics, the melody is beautiful enough That's fine, anyway, there is no spiritual entertainment in this world... Anyway, music has no borders!

At this time of the morning, the song list provided by Ji Tang kindly, the music played can encourage people to work more energetically, such as "Yellow River Cantata", "March of the Volunteers", "My Motherland", "Internationale", " "Nine Children", "Dongfanghong"...etc.

When the operator tuned to the channel, the Inadoli radio station happened to be playing "Dongfanghong" on a loop, and a passionate symphony came out of the electric speaker immediately, and a chorus of sonorous and powerful male and female voices: "Dongfanghong, the sun rises, and China comes out." I got a..."

Not to mention the rare aborigines on the street, the players who came from the other side of the street stood there in shock.

"Fuck, is the background music of this game so hardcore!"