Many of their companions were killed by the seemingly powerless natives, and it was when they didn't re-enter the game after their classmates were killed that they realized the seriousness of the situation.

Just when they were about to quit the game, and they had already made a draft of a thousand-word long review in their hearts to go to the game forum or official customer service to scold the bug and vent their bitterness, they found that the game couldn't be withdrawn, and they couldn't quit in any strange way.

Although death is probably one way, death is also likely to be real death...... Otherwise, where would all the dead companions go? If you can't get out of the game, no one knows if you're really dead or out of the game world.

They don't dare to make decisions lightly.

After the game can't be retreated, the entire continent has changed dramatically.

Let's not talk about whether the layout is out of control, at least the mainland has restored the way it should be.

The original inhabitants revive and perceive the adventurers as outsiders from another world.

For foreign things, some people like them, and some people must hate them.

Some of the inhabitants welcome adventurers, while others hate them, believing them to be a symbol of trouble, and that adventurers who can cause war everywhere are not at all likeable.

But for the extreme hatred of a small number of indigenous residents, the adventurers really have bitterness and can't say it, and no one can bear this kind of shouting and beating for no reason.

The reason why the original inhabitants killed the adventurers was: You adventurers also killed many of our compatriots, why can't we stand up against you because of the fate of our rotating tools? This continent obviously belongs to us, you are outsiders! Not only are you judging us, you're trying to take our place, damn it!

In this regard, the adventurers could only be speechless. The original inhabitants are telling the truth, but in the eyes of adventurers, it is unreasonable. Because adventurers always think that this is just a game, even if the original inhabitants die, there is nothing, anyway, the NPC's data can be resurrected.

Their mentality is: Oh, if you're dead, it's a big deal to create another one, and the system can't even do that.

The game system said indifferently: I don't belong to myself anymore after I have intelligence from the beginning, fall!

They also didn't think that the world was real, and if it were, it might be...... It won't be that way.

People need rules.

When one place starts to be presumptuous, everyone else will pretend to ignore that rule and do what they want. And the rules of the world will not be connived at once, there will always be a time to give back to themselves.

This may be what ordinary people often say, the so-called retribution.

"Are you an adventurer or an indigenous inhabitant?" The thin monkey repeated it again, and the vigilance in his heart increased by a few degrees.

Mousse smiled lightly: "Of course it's the same as you." "Although the identity is slightly different.

The thin monkey frowned: "Please come up with evidence first, otherwise we can't believe you, even if it's an adventurer, I don't know what you're going to do." ”

Mousse shrugged, though his identity was so inappropriate and not very formal. But as a player's identity symbol, she is still there.

The thin monkey looked at the system interface that Mousse slowly called out, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the players are also competing with each other, after all, it is better to be their own people than to face those unstable aborigines, the good ones die well, and the bad ones almost beat themselves to death.

Sick of the disease.

"I am, thin into luck." The thin monkey showed a shrewd smile, very sophisticated.