At 6:30 a.m. the next morning, Bai Lang sorted out his backpack. Armed with first-aid medicine, a small amount of food and water, followed by a pistol and ammunition, he finally left the spiral building with his rune bat around his waist and hurried to the agreed location.

At this time, the sky is gray, the camp is sparsely populated, the street lights are extinguished, wild dogs are grazing on the roadside, and the humid air is mixed with the smell of decay, which is very refreshing.

Leaving the city walls, I turned two corners to find an abandoned parking lot, where crows circled and howled in the sky. In the middle of the clearing, there is a modified and dilapidated pickup truck, with exaggerated bumpers, a machine gun mounted on the roof, and a layer of anti-bite netting around it.

At this time, the three men were sitting on the cargo box playing cards, and when they heard Bai Lang's footsteps, they all looked over.

a strong man with a vacuum, knotted muscles, and a jacket; a skinny face dressed in camouflage, wearing a hat, and holding a cigarette butt; There is also a man with a half face tattooed and dressed in a fur trench coat that is somewhat non-mainstream.

All three are white, but they are not strange to Bai Lang, and there are also a lot of yellow skins in the camp.

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"Newcomer?" The muscular man in the jacket was the first to speak.

"Yes, is this a patrol?"

"It's the third team, welcome. Let's get in the car first and introduce myself, Taylor, Berserker part-time Vitality Player, codenamed 'Darts'. ”

The brawny man reached out and pulled Bai Lang into the rear trunk, which was discarded with a large number of rusty chains, several cases of beer, barbecue grills, dried blood stains, and monster fingers that had not been cleaned. The red skin is obviously produced by the Sinking Demon.

Taylor continued: "This is Johnson, an ammunition specialist, a part-time driver, you can call him a 'cigarette butt'. ”

The thin face in camouflage uniform nodded to Bai Lang, which can be regarded as acquaintance.

"My name is Napoli, Patrol Leader, Druid, welcome to join, you can call me 'Hunter'."

Finally, the non-mainstream with half a tattooed face, after greeting Bai Lang, whistled towards the sky. Two strong crows fell from the sky and landed on his shoulders and arms, quacking.

Then, with sharp eyes, one crow landed straight in the back box, picked up the severed finger, and immediately attracted another crow to compete for food. The two sides played and frolicked, and pecked off the severed fingers in three or two strokes and swallowed them.

"Summoning?" Bai Lang thought of the skills of the druids in the game and asked curiously.

"This is animal taming, and if you want to learn it, you must first master 'animal communication'." Napoli explained simply. These two crows are his carefully cultivated pets, and they are always with him, and they are not 'summonings' conjured out of thin air in the game.

"It's your turn, are you a warrior monk from the East?" Taylor asked curiously.

"No, my name is Bai Lang, just an ordinary person, and I haven't decided on a career yet."

"White ~ Waves? Very tongue-twisting. Do you have any other names? Or codename. ”

After Bai Lang and the others came to this world, they were passively proficient in the language of this planet, and there was no problem in communicating. However, the pronunciation of his name does not fit the grammar of this planet.

Brother Lang thought about it and decided to give himself a Western name, Flash Wallace obviously didn't fit his temperament: "You just call me 'Otland'." ”

"Outlander? It's a good match for you, let's go! The captain raised his arm, and the two crows flew high into the air again, circling to lead the way.

The cigarette butt pulled the door into the cab, and the captain sat in the passenger seat. The broken pickup truck had only one row of seats, and Taylor let Bai Lang stay in the trunk while he jumped to the ground and ran briskly to the fence of the parking lot.

When the vehicle started and drove slowly in first gear to the exit, Taylor ran over with dozens of chains in both hands, dragging a piece of walking corpse. He beckoned Bai Lang to help, fastened the chains to the pickup, and then turned over into the car.

Immediately, the team went out to hunt, and drove out of the barrier with a pack of vicious dogs.

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On the way, the speed of the car is not fast. The zombies dragging behind the car have nimble legs and feet, and can barely keep up with the running.

Taylor and Bai Lang sit in the open-air car box and talk aimlessly, instilling all kinds of common sense in him.

The city is home to three types of monsters:

Undead, also known as undead, such as zombies, skeletons, and ghosts. Converted from corpses corrupted by the forces of hell, there is no IQ at the bottom, but the high-level undead are very intelligent and can command low-level miscellaneous soldiers. Therefore, high-level undead often have a group of reliable younger brothers who dare to fight, are not afraid of death, and are forbidden by orders, which is very difficult.

Mutant beasts are all kinds of ferocious beasts and insects that have been polluted by hell on this planet. When humans relinquished the top of the food chain, wild animals began to rise and embark on different evolutionary directions. There are giant beasts that sanctify a single body, and there are also 'nezumi, frogmen, and ape-men' who compete with humans for the dominance of the planet. However, the most is still the enhanced version of the demonized beast.

The most terrifying of all is the 'demon race', which originally referred specifically to the 'hellish species' with wisdom and magic. But as the invasion of hell continues, more and more humans choose to fall and demonize. In addition, during the invasion, the infernal species also had to meet their physiological needs, and they could not afford to buy Durex, so they broke their reproductive isolation from various animals on the native planet and gave birth to a large number of 'native hybrids'.

The demons have a language and civilization, and the 'field of technology' is far inferior to that of humans, but they have also learned a lot of knowledge over the years. However, the invasion of Hell has led to the gradual degradation and invalidation of the 'laws of technology', and the industrialization of the Hell race has come to an end.

Many big names in the Hell camp appreciate the convenience brought by human civilization. Even if the vast majority of human cities are shrouded in shelter barriers, they are still willing to give up their home field advantage, bear the weakening of their inhibition power, and entrench themselves in remote corners of the city, opening up a nest similar to 'Camp Rogge', and living a very nourishing life.

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"There are a large number of monsters, monsters, and undead in this city, and they are of different levels, forming a huge ecological chain. For human beings, everything in the outside world is an enemy. But for these monsters, humans are just one of the rather dangerous ones in the recipe, and they just as kill each other, not exclusively against humans. ”

"The task of the patrol is to constantly clear a five-kilometre radius of territory. This is the absolute territory of humans, and threatening monsters are not allowed to enter. But there will always be desperate starving ghosts who will venture in to find food, and then it's time for us to come in. ”

"These zombies? Our private property, of course. The pay for simple patrols is too low, and it is completely possible to cultivate a group of zombies to generate income. Those monsters that were killed, except for a small number of special organs that were valuable, basically had to be discarded. Instead of cheapening the garbage, feed the zombies and sell them to the corpse collection teams in other camps when they have a plan. ”

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The first day of life was extraordinarily fulfilling, Bai Lang, under the leadership of three veterans, ran through various streets and began the adventurous life of a sanitation worker in another world.

Captain Druid controls two crows to act as 'drones' to scout the environment, and can communicate with plants, constantly communicating with trees on the side of the road, searching for 'crispy. It's a little salty' of this kind of monster that walks into the road and breaks in to beg for a living.

This was followed by an exciting clean-up operation.

Bai Lang was driven to the shelves, carrying the 'rune bat' and rushing to the front line to fight to the death with the monster. Fortunately, the inhibition in the safety zone is strong, and there is an old driver next to him, he has been in danger several times, but he did not suffer any fatal injuries?! The worst time was only a wound seven or eight centimeters long.

Brother Lang, who is gradually adapting, is also evil to the side of the guts.

He relied on the old driver to support him, took the initiative to pursue all kinds of monsters and mutant beasts, and he was diligent with his hands and feet, all kinds of sneak attacks, mending knives, carrying corpses, and collecting materials...... No complaints.

The members of the patrol naturally liked a self-motivated young man like him, who was diligent and spoke well, and did not need extra pay. They are also happy to teach some tips, which can not only improve the work efficiency of newcomers, but also reduce their own workload.

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Time flies.

In this way, in the next four days, Bai Lang was like a sponge, frantically absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

How to cut and collect the most valuable organs in a demonic object, how to properly preserve the eyeballs, how to use zombies to search for living creatures, simple lockpicking techniques & building a safe house in a building, identification of monster types, mutant beast barbecue, shooting skills, trap making, how to hide yourself, the art of running away...... Wait a minute.

Speaking of excitement, Taylor simply demonstrated it himself, teaching him a few basic 'sword poses', which can be performed with a bat. If it weren't for Brother Lang's limited strength and lack of physical fitness, the other party would even want to teach him the 'battle axe' scoop opening technique.

In this way, Bai Lang began frequent combat work, constantly waving his weapons and single-handedly taking on skeleton soldiers and sheep-headed demons. The farther away from the camp, the stronger these monsters become. And there are constantly 'high-end goods' intruding from the outside world, even if the individual quality of the elite skeleton soldier is not much weaker than him. still retains the fighting instinct before his death, and there is still danger in fighting hard. (If it is obscene, Brother Lang can fight ten!) ）

Under Taylor's teaching, Bai Lang practiced several basic movements such as blocking, rebounding, back-turning, rolling, and kicking. Although these 'postures' are simple and unsightly, they are very practical.

When Bai Lang gradually became proficient, he began to learn and apply, and under the guidance of several old drivers, he constantly fine-tuned these 'inherent postures' and modified the way of exertion. Let them adapt more to themselves, and finally simply derive several unique techniques with strong personal styles, such as 'broken knees, broken stems, ......and headshots'.

The continuous fighting made him feel that his personal combat power had improved by leaps and bounds, and he had practiced well in both cold weapon fighting and shooting. Even the main quest was swiped by him to [124/300]. The 'keys' that the aborigines can't see are also randomly spawned 4.

However, after his main quest broke through '100', the monsters in the safe zone began to be greatly discounted, regardless of the variety or weakness. Paradise is suggesting that he hurry up and get out of the 'safe zone' and take on the stronger monsters.

This made Brother Lang, who was addicted to brushing weak chickens, hesitate to activate the title of 'despicable witcher' for a while? The more he beat these monsters, the more he realized that the function of this 'title' was too strong!