Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Lord Yang & Zombie General's tent.

Rowell, who entered the door with a stiff face, after seeing the zombie king sitting in the tent with Yang Qiu on the left and right... his face became even more stiff.

"Please sit down." Yang Qiu politely greeted Rowell to sit down, "The undead are scrambling to build the summoning circle they need, please forgive my poor hospitality. We can set off again tomorrow morning and send some civilians to To the exile town where we have built a habitable place."

"...Yang." Rowell tried to remain calm, "I agree that these 'Talentine undead' are friendly to living people, but... I always think that it is not a good idea to let civilians live with these undead creatures .”

"I understand that although the undead are very friendly, their image is indeed too exciting for ordinary civilians." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "However, please believe that this is not a big problem, for better living conditions , I think civilians can get used to and accept these friendly undead."

Rowell: "..."

Rowell has lived for nearly 300 years, and no matter how "divorced from the masses and high above", it is impossible to be completely ignorant of the sufferings of the people.

Lowell has heard countless times in his nearly 300 years of life that civilians were convicted of stealing food.

In this world, there is no such exhortation to the monarch as "the people are not afraid of death, why should they fear it", nor is there such a truth as "the people regard food as their heaven", but the truth is common, similar to the wise men who recognize this world They are not short of...

So Lowell fully understood Yang Qiu's implication: When the people are about to die, how can coexistence with the undead be considered a big problem?

Rowell couldn't help sighing softly.

Kamole Town is a town famous for its wealth in the east of Shiga Principality, but it is such a town of Kamole Town, there will be such a group of civilians who are willing to commit themselves to the undead for the sake of full food... With his long enough life experience, he There is really no way to accuse these civilians of being undignified or betraying their compatriots. This is not the fault of the civilians.

Yang Qiu can understand the reluctance of this black-robed supervisor. After all, given the age and experience of the other party, if he doesn't have the slightest sense of the overall situation, then the meal of hundreds of years will be in vain.

Of course, understanding is understanding, if you give in, you will definitely not back down...

To find work for the natural disasters, Tarantan must develop.

If Tarantan wants to develop, it will inevitably have friction and conflicts with its neighbors.

It must not be right from the beginning. After all, the number of natural disasters is not enough to crush all paper tigers... So, before you are strong enough, you can take advantage of it as much as possible and win more wretched development without forcing others to tear your face. Time is especially important...

"I have to tell you the truth, Superintendent Rowell." Yang Qiu said sincerely, "In fact, it is not their subjective will for the undead of Tarantan to accept the civilians of Kamal, but only my own selfishness. .”

"You know, I once stayed in Camor for a short time, and I have a deep memory of the living conditions of the landless farmers in Camor. I know that there are many unfortunate people among them, and I just want to provide these people with some small A little help, even if it's just to give these poor people a few meals to eat in the last few years of their lives, at least for me, it will make my heart clear."

Rowell couldn't help but startled.

Rowell, who is the black-cloaked supervisor of the Church of the Prosperity Goddess, can detect with his powerful perception... that the black mage is telling the truth.

...It is indeed the truth. There is not a word in Yang Qiu's words that is not from the heart. He just omitted a lot of key content...

This made Rowell a little ashamed. He found that he only interpreted and guessed the other party's intention unilaterally based on his own feelings and cognition; The ugly zombie king in the movie was so startled that he proposed childish ideas, which made him a little ashamed.

"You are a seeker worthy of people's respect, mage." Rowell's face was reddish, and from the standpoint of the priest of the church, he euphemistically expressed his highest praise to Yang, a black magician-the casters call themselves seekers , Many churches refuse to admit this point.

For this praise, Yang Qiu not only accepted it with a frank smile, but also shamelessly humbled: "I just want to do something that I should do."

As soon as he finished installing this force, a few players broke into the tent openly.

Rowell thought that these undead had something to do with Yang Qiu, and was about to find an excuse to quit, when he saw...the gang of skeletons had no birds at all, and ran straight to the zombie king sitting next to them...

Two of the skeletons also stared at him curiously for a few times, chattering in a small language of the Demon World, the small language of the Demon World.

"Hey, Lao Yang's gay friend is here too?"

"I'll take a screenshot first, I'll do a resurrection later, log off and save a file."

"I think this NPC is more like the protagonist than Lao Yang. If Lao Yang entered the book, would he be the lord instead? The current game plots like to engage in this kind of routine of falling in love and killing each other..."

Rowell, who couldn't understand, was full of confusion. He couldn't figure out why these undead often showed interest in him, and he didn't understand why these intelligent skeletons were surrounded by people who didn't look intelligent. Zombie king turn.

Yang Qiu, who understood what the players were babbling about, drank tea calmly.

He is a man of his age, so he won't care about these players for a few words like those former thieves.

Finding that the teapot was empty, Yang Qiu calmly issued a temporary task.

The player who just muttered "Old Yang is going to change generals" suddenly turned around, picked up the teapot and walked out without saying a word: "I have triggered a task to boil water for Lao Yang, you are busy and don't wait for me!"

"go Go!"

Rowell still didn't understand: "??"

Yang Qiu explained with a smile: "I don't need words to communicate with the undead."

"...I see." Rowell reluctantly accepted this setting, hesitated for a while, and Rowell couldn't help being curious, and asked, "These undead seem to... care about me?"

"Don't worry, they are curious about everything." Yang Qiu said very calmly.

Continuing to chat with Rowell, Yang Qiu sent another temporary mission to the player who expressed his wish for him to participate in the game.

The player, who was busy boiling water and making tea, immediately jumped up and went to the material mountain to prepare snacks for Lao Yang...

At [-]:[-] p.m. in the foreign world, when Yang Qiu issued an immediate task to prepare dinner for the NPC, he continued to throw the most trivial tasks on the player's head...

"It's poisonous, why am I running errands all the time today?" The player who earned his reputation and earning a lot of money finally couldn't help muttering after working for a long time.

"It's good to have a task to do." The player's teammate gloated, "Have you heard about the group of Mingfeng Chunpu and Huanling going out to 'open up wasteland' and return to Exile Town? The resurrection of the stronghold here The site has not been built yet, they couldn’t transmit it even if they wanted to, they were all squatting in the town of exile crying, and the offline sent several posts to beg this side to speed up the construction progress.”

"Should! Tell those guys not to tell others if they have something good to do!" The player, who was full of irritability due to trivial errand tasks, immediately beamed with joy.

The happiness of the players is so sincere.

When the riders of the Holy Priest Cavalry entered the stronghold for dinner, they found a big hole dug out in the center of the stronghold.

Part of the skeletons were preparing food for them, and part of them circled around the big pit.

Yang, the black magician, and an ugly and ferocious zombie king in broken ancient armor were surrounded by a group of chattering skeletons and stars around the pit.

What's even more ridiculous is that the zombie king is still talking, and the language he speaks is similar to the skeletons, with complicated pronunciation and a special rhythm...

Apologists including Andre: "??"

Zombies, like skeletons, belong to the undead category of undead abnormal creatures, and their bodies are alienated due to demonic energy infection or other reasons. If they are included in the general outline of monsters, they can be regarded as "physical mutation" monsters.

To put it simply, it is rough skin, thick flesh, quick movements, and strong destructive power.

But in terms of danger... At least in the eyes of the apologists whose job is to expel monsters, zombies, like skeletons, have a relatively low priority in the category of undead.

The reason is also very simple, the IQs of the two undead lines are very touching, and zombies are more touching than skeletons.

Many black magicians would rather find a ghost as a servant than use a skeleton, and even if they had to use a skeleton, they would never consider zombies.

Skeletons can sweep the floor and do some simple chores. Zombies can't even do chores.

"Don't be surprised, it's just that this zombie king is special." Rowell said to his subordinates, "The undead of Tarantan are very convinced of this zombie king and respect this zombie king very much. We must not be rude."

"...Yes." Andre swallowed and took the lead in answering.

"Not only are the skeletons special here, but even the zombies are special?" Some people are also very difficult to understand.

In the afternoon, I ate a meal prepared by the skeleton, and in the evening, not to mention the civilians, the apologists all said that they adapted well, and no one felt the slightest discomfort.

Of course, the bigger reason is that the meal at night is richer than during the day, and there are actually "after-meal snacks" - small biscuits wrapped in paper, and a pudding (jelly) in a waterproof carton.

The apologists, who were very satisfied with the dinner ration, happily went back to their camp to rest after the meal.

Seven hours after dinner.

Andre got up silently, lifted the blanket, got out of his small tent, and looked at the stronghold of the undead with a blank expression.

In the darkness, faint noises could be heard from the stronghold of the undead from time to time.

This, that's all - anyway, their camp is still a bit far from the stronghold of the undead, and they can still adapt after a while.

The problem is, the range of activities of these undead is not limited to their broken stronghold!

Andre didn't stand for long before he saw... under the dim moonlight, a large group of undead trotted out of the stronghold "cha, cha".

While running, these undead were still chatting bluffing.

This group of mobile noise sources passed less than 50 meters southeast of the apologists' camp and ran into the depths of the wilderness.

Andre, who was swollen with blue veins on his forehead by these guys, took a deep breath and let it out again. He forcibly suppressed the anger in his stomach, turned around silently, and stooped into the tent.

The undead who passed by the camp noisily are already... the fifth batch!There should be no moving noise sources!

Thinking of this, Andre lay down in the blanket and closed his eyes.

Not long after, the veteran who had accumulated a lot of fatigue fell into a deep sleep.

"Crack, crack!"

"WAKAKAAAAAAA!"

"Quack quack!"

"Grumbling!"

Andre, who was awakened again, opened his bloodshot eyes and put his head in his hands.

Andre understands the restless and sleepless characteristics of undead creatures very well, and has no stance to get angry, but it is already the sixth batch coming out of there—the stronghold must be empty anyway!

Andre, who was exhausted physically and mentally after enduring the noise with his head full of veins, closed his eyes again.

After sleeping for about an hour, the death-like "cha, cha" sounded again...

This time, the undead, who were still alive and kicking in the middle of the night, made louder noises than the previous six times as if they were arguing vigorously...

Andre's facial features were distorted and he got out of the tent, and for some reason there was an extra knight sword in his hand.

Like him, there were more than a dozen people who lost their patience completely and got out with weapons.

These apologists looked murderously at the group of undead who did not understand others.

Afterwards, these apologists, who had good night vision, were stunned to discover...the undead were really arguing.

Not only quarreled, but also fought.

At most three to 40 meters away from their camp, there were at least a hundred undead fighting in a melee, and many skeletons still had conspicuous battle roaring red lights...

Apologists: "??"

"If it weren't for our teleportation point paralysis, you would still be crying in exile town! If you teleport it, you will hunt monsters, are you embarrassed?!"

"Who is so embarrassed to ask? We have given up half of the monster-spawning points from the land reclamation before. What do you want to do? You are the only ones who are qualified to spawn monsters? What a shame!"

"Focus on fire! Don't let him get away!"

"Damn it to me!"

"One knife for vanilla! One knife!"