Chapter 411: Wasteland
Xia Niming's expression froze instantly, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
This is obviously a forum for learning and making people bald and their hairline shifting, but these sand sculptures don't study, they talk crazy, and their skills are much more mature than before... He froze, with the illusion that the world was not normal.
The people around were instantly amused.
If you don't speak, you're already doubting your life?
This wave of operation bull pen exploded the hidden god, this is a magnifying move, showing off the scalp numb.
"Coach, I want to learn to tease!"
"Hey!!This sand sculpture has profound skills, reaching the realm of transformation, and I don't know how many Jiazi I cultivate, it's terrifying!
...
Although many people are making trouble, they are all peripheral netizens who can't participate and help, boring to pass the time, and others who can help are also taking action.
The fastest moves are the major research institutes, and their first reaction is to let this player live in the apocalyptic wasteland, and then find some mechanical armor and disassemble it for them to take screenshots to study.
Although this may not be able to gain much knowledge, after all, magic energy machinery uses magic energy power, but no matter how little technology there is, it is enough to make them move.
And, the best thing is to look for survivors in the wasteland, to find scientists in mechanical engineering, to get principles from his memories.
"Start analyzing the released species pictures and materials! Find a magical beast that can fuse bloodlines and make a gene fusion potion!"
....
Under the white paper light, countless people walked and waited for the battle.
On the other hand, the matter of cultivation is still on the agenda, after all, it is difficult to complete in a short period of time, Xia Niming is still very weak, and he relies on Du Xue to gain a foothold at this time.
Inside a crashed mechanical ship, most of it collapsed and sunk into the dirt, but it was still a makeshift camp for dozens of survivors.
Du Xue was looking at the report, "In the camp, the current professional distribution is that there is one pharmacist, one mecha manipulator in the whole system, one proficient in equipment fighting, and one magician in the whole system..."
Although "skills" can be transmitted, each person's brain capacity and memory are limited, and you can't instill too many occupations, each person holds a profession, and the division of labor is the best.
The brain, too, varies from person to person.
Most of the people are third-class citizens, and they have modified three circuits to open the pineal gland, not only is their computing ability low, but their innate brain capacity can only accommodate one professional mastery.
It sounds like only one person's brain can learn one profession, and the capacity of the human brain is very small.... In fact, professional mastery is the pinnacle of a field, and it requires a huge amount of knowledge that requires normal learning for at least a hundred years.
For example, "medical mastery" is equivalent to the top medical experts of the Ishudars, surgery, internal medicine, orthopedics....
Every field is extremely deep, and there is a terrible amount of savings, which can naturally squeeze your brain to explode... Also, your brain can't be full of knowledge, which would warn you that "computer memory" is running low.
According to the law, at least 80% of the remaining memory space in the brain must be reserved.
Second-class citizens and first-class citizens are naturally better "hard disk" qualifications, fast speed, high memory, and can carry out multi-career concurrent training, such as her Du Xue, who is a first-class citizen.
"In Kitten's words, it's like playing an RPG wasteland management game, each 'character' has qualifications, three skill slots for first-class citizens, two skill slots for second-class citizens, and one skill slot for first-class citizens... Moreover, each of your team members is different in their abilities, and it depends on you what kind of skills you "learn" for him. ”
She was counting the career distribution in the team, "The new Mizar, who has a decent talent in medicine, may be able to learn "medical mastery".... It's so hard to find a good survivor!"
For example, if someone has medical talents, but you put the knowledge of "mecha manipulation mastery" into his brain, it is naturally extremely ineffective and cannot be used at all.
In fact, she would prefer to find a mechanic who can repair mechas, get "mechanical specialization" knowledge from him, and then some people in the camp can copy and learn, and have more mechanic professions.
"If we had a mechanic profession in our camp and could repair mechs, it would be much more comfortable. She pressed her forehead with difficulty, and gradually gained the momentum of a leader, "Other nearby survivor camps, such survivors have not been found.... Now that the network is not available, you can download it at will, and no one has ever worried about such a thing at all. ”
Too many survivors gather together, which will cause a wave of corpses, so it is impossible for them to live together, and there are seventeen survivor teams in the entire city of Noni.
She also did not reveal that she had a dynamic key, and that she was a person with the highest authority to travel outside the law.
She looked down at the knowledge of her brain, which was the knowledge of the three skills of fighting and spells, "Kitten... Let me develop the ability to resolve (awaken) and be able to turn on and off freely..."
She closed her eyes, feeling that it was getting more and more difficult, as if she was struggling to survive in a desperate situation, "I heard that it's not just lickers ... In the depths of the disaster, there was also a tyrant with a huge body and an atavistic orangutan body.... Moreover, the recent wave of corpses seems to have a mastermind behind them, driving them away..."
Behind this?
Can manipulate zombies, is it a special zombie, or what kind of creature?
The world's disasters are spreading.
At this moment, another section of ruins outside the camp.
A balloon flew in the sky to reconnoitre, looking at the roaring corpses below, "Little young people, unless you reach the sixth order, you can't fly, your IQ can't fly yet..."
As for encountering a sixth-order zombie... He didn't feel so unlucky.
As he flew, he looked to his side, quietly approaching a fountain square, a pus-decaying black licker with a slender tongue.... He picked up and commanded with an old-fashioned vintage walkie-talkie,
"Yes, this is a fourth-order licking dog, quietly approaching him from behind, and the ass is its biggest weakness!"
A group of people quietly approached with concealment, and the mecha suddenly pressed down.
"Hey, we got it, it's struggling! Damn!
"Quick, MT keep up, hold back this licking dog's hatred! Yes! Don't be licked! It's you, mechanical tank, taunting the monster!
"Mage, keep up! Mud Containment Action, Stand Back! Stand Back! Kite knows!"
"Don't do it to the male law next to you, you don't have to end up, you are responsible for shielding the surrounding battle breath, so as not to usher in the tide of corpses, lest we pull too much blame, we can't eat it! ”
....
After a few minutes of fierce fighting, he successfully took down the opponent without loss.
Win!
Licking dogs are not allowed to House
Xia Niming was immediately satisfied.
Play a game?
It's professional.
Suddenly, a call from Du Xue's walkie-talkie came from the camp, and Xia Niming's voice immediately softened, "My dear, is there something wrong?" ”
But in the next second, his face gradually stiffened, the range of the walkie-talkie should not be so wide, this is already more than eight hundred meters, so who is nearby, secretly contacting me...
Walkie-talkie, it needs to be frequented, how can the other party ...
A hoarse voice came from the other side:
"Mysterious creatures... We should talk about it. ”
It's a zombie!
Xia Niming's mind went blank, and he turned his head to look at the streets and buildings around him.