"Another big guy has been salvaged!" The orcs watched, and the players made their way to the bow of the boat, ignoring the kelp that had been harvested.

Yu Luocheng took a rope, wrapped the iron underneath, and shouted, "It's a robot!" ”

"Robots!"

"Is it a mech?"

"Do you live?"

There is no one in Brother Roar's Internet celebrity guild who can study robots, and in the game, those who really study the mecha left by the goddess are also interest groups in major universities.

These people already have a wealth of knowledge and know how to learn and analyze, which is not something that people like Brother Roar who have long since stopped going to school can figure it out.

Seeing the mecha, the people in the guild were much more excited than the orcs, "Damn, such a big mecha!" ”

"It seems that it can still move, live!"

The rain fell into the death and quickly opened a post on the forum, so that everyone can see their latest achievements.

The owner of the building [rain falls]: In ancient times, there were kelp wrapped submarines, and now there are kelp wrapped mechas

The seaside breeding team came to report and entangled this in the kelp!

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So far, none of the mecha that has been drawn is so complete, how about it, this one will still move!

First Floor [Single Solo]: Panning for gold in the sea? This isn't a mecha, it's a robot, right?

Second floor [Brother Roar]: Delete the post and I'll post it!

On the third floor, [the rain fell into death] replied to [Brother Roar]: Brother, I'm sorry, let my brother and I get angry.

On the fifth floor, [Single Solo] replied to [Rain Falls]: Aren't you a girl? Isn't it?

Sixth floor [American clothes] [SpongeBob SquarePants] replied to [Single solo]: We all know that he is not a girl, you are so active, don't you know? Is this a moral degradation or a lack of humanity?

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Eighth Floor [Ye Xiaohan]: It looks much better than some of the maintenance I captured, is it sold?

Ninth Floor [Don't Call Me Little Meow]: Is it for sale?

10th Floor [That Winter]: Is it for sale?

……

Soon, major scientific research institutions and university institutions began to buy this mecha, and they bid a lot of money.

In the room, several elite members of the Roaring Brother Guild were facing the three-eighth-year-old robot that was tied up with flowers.

The stalemate between the two sides had been going on for more than an hour, and the procedure of the 38th could not handle such a complicated content, after all, he was just a test subject.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, ask you, what's your name?" Brother Roar slapped the table, it had been more than an hour, and the thirty-eighth was still repeating the same words.

"Mission terminated, discovered, mission terminated, discovered."

"Isn't this robot a little silly?" Brother Roar shook Thirty-Eight's head vigorously, "What is his mission?" ”

"Mission terminated, discovered." Thirty-eight continued to repeat, ignoring what Brother Roar said.

"I don't think we should take a different approach?" The little fat man patted Thirty-Eight on the shoulder, "System reset!" ”

"System reset is in progress, system reset failed, and settings are being restored."

"The system recovery failed, and the 38th is at your service! Data is being transferred, please wait. ”

"Is it really useful?" Everyone didn't know what data was being transmitted on the 38th, "But it seems to have failed, do you want to format it?" "In the crystal ball, the thirty-eighth has transmitted the data to Britz, because the signal is not good, the data is intermittent, and the data that Britz sees is the data that the players are busy in front of Britz.

Because there is no translation of the goddess, the players can't understand a word of what Britz is saying, and he can only speculate that Robot Thirty-Eight is in a fixed position, and then observes the people on the island.

Soon the screen went dark, and Blitz's picture changed, and Blitz was moving slowly.

Silent Britz was watching the people working at sea, the orcs were sorting out their fishing gear on the beach, and the surrounding houses were already lit up.

"What kind of lighting do these Barbadians use, and how do they feel like there are so many colors of the same?" Britz said curiously, "Can you get it closer?" ”

"General, the crystal ball can only receive messages, not communicate." The elf reminded.

Britz rolled his eyes, "What is this place for?" How do I not remember that Barbados could still produce equipment? Well? Equipment, what level of equipment are they? ”

"General, I can't see it clearly, it seems that there are a lot of them, and there are at least more than three hundred pieces of this car."

Passing by Sophia's factory, Robot Thirty-Eight was put on the stage of a car.

In order to transport Robot Thirty-Eight, the players drove a car over to it, which is a rarity in Barbados, and there are not necessarily three cars in the entire bay.

The crystal ball went black for five minutes, and the picture changed to Thirty-Eight following behind a car, with barbecues everywhere on both sides, billowing smoke, making it impossible to see the specific situation of the picture.

"Why is there an iron lump, what does that do?" Britz gasped, "This is the car?" The kind that the dwarves wanted to make? ”

"The general is really wise, it looks a bit like it, and sure enough, your wisdom is more ......," the elf said in a heartfelt manner, "Even the demons in hell are not as wise as yours." ”

"Hahaha, it's better not to say that, how can those Barbados orcs still drive? The road surface here is also too smooth, and it is very strange, why is it so late in the day, and there are lights on both sides? Don't they know that it's a waste of lamp oil? Why didn't the thirty-eighth send back more information, and the picture was black again. ”

The long road of traffic appeared in front of Blitz intermittently, and he was drowsy.

By the time he woke up, Thirty-Eight had already been sent to Kamachi, ready to get in the car and return to Gaia.

This kind of big guy has wisdom, and it is impossible for the goddess to stuff him into the storage space for teleportation.

Thirty-eight moved from one warehouse to another, each with mechanized equipment, which filled Thirty-Eight, whose thinking had stagnated, with doubts.

Every month, there will be a lot of failed experimental products on the tenth layer of hell, those various equipment that were exchanged from the dwarven ruins of the goddess of wisdom, after testing, were given to the low-level demons and monsters of the tenth layer of hell, and No. 38 is the thirty-eighth robot applied by Britz, which is said to be the most domesticated in this batch of experiments.

No. 38 also lives up to the trust, and can do a lot of things instead of elves, whether it is serving tea and water or rubbing shoulders and pinching feet, it is quite good.

It's just that there are often problems like system crashes, which gives Britz a headache.