In Cadman City, around the defensive line of Maxim's militia, a group of young players who have just entered the game are resting here.

All the players, including the "Chosen Daughter" Pomegranate, who has four character specialties, are in a terrible state, and there will only be 19 of the 24 young players left.

Just now, the black snow in the city suddenly exploded, like some kind of weird sign that caused the despair token to suddenly launch a wave of counterattack, and the five small players were drowned in the sea of monsters by surprise.

If Maxim hadn't brought people to the rescue, it would have been difficult for the remaining people to return alive.

"You guys are so reckless!"

Maxim held the Orb of Calculations in his hand and coldly scolded the little players in front of him:

"With your strength, you shouldn't have come near here! You do have courage, but your sacrifice should be worth more! Your life belongs to Master Murphy, and you have just wasted your time.

Go to the safe area in the rear to sharpen yourself, and come back when you have mastered the real fighting skills. ”

After saying that, Maxim turned around and left without hesitation.

The little players don't care about the NPC's scolding.

They only felt that this was an NPC reminding them that with their current level of 1-2 characters, they really couldn't roam the "monster wilderness" in front of them.

In other words, isn't it not uncommon for a trumpet to strayed into a high-level map and kill a few people?

"This real battlefield is not the same as a team battle."

The leader of the Soldier Strike Foursome [Hedong Lion Roar] said to his two brothers:

"We do have to practice, but have you picked up the dog's dog tag and arithmetic orb? We don't have the money to buy him another set now. ”

"Picked them up, and the dog threw them out when he died."

[Shannan Tiger Roar] replied, and glanced at the tiger and leopard rider brothers next to him, they were rushing too quickly with the crowd just now, and as a result, four of the five people who died were from their side.

"Let's be honest and do the collection task first, and then raise the level of swordsmanship to proficiency."

The third [Sichuan West Wolf Xing] rubbed his shoehorn face and said to his brother:

"Let Brother Bang take us tomorrow, but the pomegranate girl next to her is amazing, I just saw her single-handedly pick out three monsters and rescue two NPCs, both of which are first-class characters, why is she so powerful?"

"The four characters are special, if this is not great, the balance of this game will be wasted."

Brother Lion Roar snorted, got up and patted the soil on his pants, and said:

"I can't envy it, the sum of our character attributes is the same, and there is no disruption of the balance.

As for the specialty, it was practiced by the people themselves, I dare to say that when I met this girl in reality, even if they lifted a clothes pole in their hands, it would not be a problem for one person to beat the three of us.

A manly man, if his skills are not as good as others, he must admit it!

Don't say sour things.

Let's go and scavenge the ruins first, and by the way, find some wine to use to brush up on Lady Trace's reputation. ”

"Hey, don't say it, this game is pretty interesting."

The second and third stood up and followed the eldest to the safer ruins, and said as they went:

"I think our offline workouts can be done online, not only are they real, but they are not afraid of bloodshed, so they don't have to keep their hands."

"Nonsense, you can practice skills online, but you can't train muscles, so you have to practice offline, do it well for two months and then go abroad to compete. I have a hunch that if we can beat Maxim down before the competition, then this time we will definitely be a big upset! ”

At the same time as the old buddies left, the tiger and leopard riders who suffered heavy losses and folded four people at one time were also dejected and ready to leave this front-line position, leaving only a few student parties, you look at me, I look at you, and I don't plan to waste time here.

But Sister Pomegranate was in high spirits.

Especially after everyone had left, she grabbed the swift sword in her hand and walked to Maxim's side, and translated to him with the Orb of Calculation:

"Mr. Maxim, I'm going to fight you!"

"Huh?"

Maxim was in and out of the "monster wild" ahead three times today, which would have been tiring.

But seeing the heroic warrior girl in front of him challenging him, he suddenly became interested, got up and moved his shoulders, and said:

"If it's a challenge, then I'm not going to show mercy, Warrior! But you don't seem to be good at using a sword, so use the weapon you are best at. ”

"Uh..."

Sister Pomegranate shrugged her shoulders, threw away her sword, and then clenched her fist and lowered her body, putting on a standard fist fight, seeing this scene, Maxim also simply threw away the sword in her hand neatly, clenched her fists and prepared for fighting.

Although he had always studied the sword art of the Blood Vulture, the training of the Blood Servant warriors also included hand-to-hand combat, and he was not afraid of this combination of punches and kicks.

"Western boxing."

Sister Pomegranate squinted her eyes at the NPC's movements, then grinned, and said that this game has done a really good job in this kind of detail.

She doesn't care about any plot equipment, and she has rarely played games before, which will be out of professional habits, and she can see the action genre of the NPC in front of her at a glance.

And the one that looks good.

When it comes to motion capture, she's really willing to call this game the strongest!

At the back of this position, a student party player looked curiously at the fierce scene of the hand-to-hand battle between Sister Pomegranate and the white-haired NPC, and his eyes were full of envy.

Look at people and look at yourself, they are all players who have just entered the game today, why is the gap so big.

If it weren't for Sister Pomegranate pulling him just now, he would have been gnawed alive by those monsters that pounced, and this game recommended by his good brother Aru is really good.

But it's too real and it's a little bit bad.,I just saw a few monsters pounce on me.,A burst of warmth under the crotch.,Almost peed my pants... No way! If you get out of front of so many people, your gaming career... No, that's probably the end of my life, right?

"Ugh."

The little player [Chosen to Fight Grey] sighed.

He's not a particularly sociable person in reality, and it's impossible to become a social cow all of a sudden in the game, so he's thinking about whether to be a "lone wolf" to pick up a little garbage in the ruins on the periphery, but he sees a friend application pop up in the private chat on the player's interface.

"Mud Truck Residence?"

The Grey Man blinked.

He heard Ah Ru brag before that this should be one of the two middle-aged uncles in the game, right?

What did he do with his friends?

Although he was puzzled, he still accepted the invitation, and as a result, he was still thinking about how to say hello, and the mud truck over there directly popped out a sentence:

"Little brother, you are a graduate student majoring in civil engineering design at Pigeon Bao and Niu Niu Na schools, right? I heard Ru say, your design has won an award?

It's amazing, at first glance, it's the dragon and phoenix among people, young and promising!

No wonder you can apply through the test. ”

"Oops, it's just a pheasant award, you praised it."

The ash man instantly felt that his cheeks were hot, and he complained in his heart that this Ah Ru was open-mouthed and said everything, but he was a little flattered because of the enthusiasm of the old brother opposite.

The student party is thin-skinned, and a few words of praise made him instantly full of favorability for the cunning middle-aged man of the mud truck.

"What, do you want to come to the survivor camp?"

The dump truck then sent out an invitation, saying:

"That's where you come in! I will never regret coming, believe me! ”

"Huh?"

The Chosen Gray Man is really blinded now, and he asked cautiously:

"Are there any exclusive missions over there?"

"You'll know when you come, it's a good thing! We're all brothers who play together, and we're all chosen ones who have been drawn to the test, how could I lie to you?

Come on, I will be an official for you, and then I will find you two sisters as assistant secretaries, Zhengtai can do it, whatever you like.

I've picked all the people for you, two rich girls in distress, in short, come quickly!

It's urgent. ”

The mud truck casually sent an invitation to form a team and urged a few more words.

The gray man was confused, and he didn't understand what a mud truck meant.

Officer?

Is this some kind of nonsense?

Can you still be an official in this game?

And what the hell is a rich woman in distress as an assistant secretary?

Does this game still have this kind of exciting gameplay?

Depend on!

Ah Ru didn't say it before, or is it actually that the confident Ah Ru himself didn't figure out this kind of play?

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"Miriam appointed three little players to manage the camp? This game is really for her to play. ”

Outside the ruined defense line of Cadman City, Murphy, who was resting with his eyes closed, let go of the core arithmetic orb in his hand.

This device acts as the parent node of the communication matrix between players, allowing Murphy to browse all private conversations between players and record the sending and completion of each task in the matrix without being detected.

Of course, he won't call it "snooping privacy", it's just a "necessary protection" for young players.

After all, this other world is really dangerous, and the current level of small players can't go out and surf everywhere.

He had actually noticed the changes in the survivors' camp early on.

I thought that Miriam, a college student with no knowledge but no practice, would definitely be in a hurry and finally bow her head and ask him for help, but I didn't expect that the red-haired girl's brain was as easy as ever, and she didn't need him to remind her, so she mastered the correct way to use the little player without a teacher.

In other words, since Miriam has bravely taken the first step, she can't do anything on her side, as the only one who is currently and is estimated to be the only "dog planner" for a long time, she may be able to live a little bit in this regard?

"Look at what people do, and then look at you, Trace."

He whispered to Tracey, who was resting on the alchemy table beside him:

"My Otherworldly warriors have a lot of potential, you have to learn the right way to get along with them, don't always ask them to find you a drink, that's too big to use."

"Fuck off, let me rest for a while, little Murphy."

Tracey looked tired.

She wasn't fishing, she was exhausted from an alchemy operation, and there were several large boxes of special-colored oil in the open space not far from Tracey.

It was a special item that the young players had scavenged from all over the city, and it had been added to the alchemy by Triss to make it more violent, fast, and sustain a wide range of burns for a long time.

Now it's just the first batch.

Murphy's plan was to make enough fuel to set fire to the ruins of the outer city, meaning that Tracy would not be able to spare for the next two days.

"Are you really going to burn down the entire outer city?"

A few minutes later, Tracey stretched and opened her eyes, picked up the wine that the little player next to her "Filial Piety" gave her, twisted the lid, took a sip with taste, and said to Murphy, who was looking through the tomb sword guard codex:

"This is also the first time I have encountered a large-scale invasion of the material world by astral energy, and this advice I have given you is only a guess based on my knowledge of psionic energy.

I can't guarantee that the astral shadows in the city will fade after the flames have burned.

Perhaps more dangerous situations may occur, such as the stimulus of the astral filth that has stabilized and begun to ebb and flow over the inner city, allowing it to expand into the outer world. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's for the survivors, for whom psionic knowledge is too obscure, and the Transans believe that only where the flames have burned will darkness and evil obediently retreat.

They want to see an outcome that gives them peace of mind, and we should fulfill their wishes. ”

Murphy looked at the text describing the power of the Crypt Sword Guard on the Mystical Book in his hand, and he whispered:

"And even if we don't do anything, the inner city will be completely pulled into the astral plane in a few days, won't it?

This is already the worst-case scenario, how bad can it be? But I'm curious, Trish, are you sure that the buildings underground won't be taken away by the astral psionic energy together? ”

"It's chaotic astral psionic energy and it's not an all-powerful magic released by the star gods, since it's psionic energy, you have to follow the most basic rules, they can indeed erode all the materials and physical structures of the material world.

But that takes time. ”

Tracey explains:

"After the surface city is dragged into the astral plane, the structure of the inner city underground will definitely be preserved, but being completely soaked in such a huge amount of filthy psionic energy will change the physical properties there, and it will become a place that is alien to the real world, and you may need to spend a lot of manpower and material resources to regain it.

Anyway, little Murphy, don't hide it from me, what do you want to do with this series of behaviors? ”

"Smack"

Murphy closed the Tomb Sword Guard in his hand, looked back at Trace's inquiring gaze, and he showed a gentle smile and said:

"The eldest lady's previous accusation was correct, I did intend to establish my own territory on the ruins of Cadman City, anyway, the blood vulture clan is gone, and this borderland is naturally on a first-come, first-served basis.

As for how we should develop in the future, I don't have a concrete idea yet.

But if I can take the leadership of the Vulture Clan, I will make you the new leader..."

"Hey, who cares."

Tracey rolled her eyes and said in a long voice:

"I don't want to have anything to do with the blood vultures anymore, we may be able to leave here, little Murphy, I have some old friends from other clans, they will accept us, your warriors will be your strength to make a name for yourself, you are destined to have..."

"No, I'm not leaving."

Murphy shook Tracey's hand.

He looked at the terrible scar that ran from Tracey's neck all the way to her corset, and he whispered:

"This wound that has tormented you for almost 200 years was done by Salokdal, right? This is what he owes us! He must apologize and make amends for making you suffer for so long.

If he doesn't want to give, we'll take it ourselves!

Like a true Translancian, grab whatever you want! ”

Murphy's categorical words silenced Tracey, and she took another sip of wine, saying:

"You wouldn't have said that before, little Murphy, but I'm a little worried about the power that is showing up to lure you into the vampire's destiny."

"Is it possible that I have always been like this, and only after gaining strength do I dare to show my true side?"

Murphy grinned, looking back at the ruins of the outer city still covered by the shadows of the astral plane, he let go of Tracey's hand, and said:

"This is our home in this world!

It is not gentle, even very savage and rough, but even if it has suffered bad luck, contempt and neglect, who will dislike their home?

We're not going anywhere!

We start our new life here!

Say goodbye to your previous weakness, compromise and self-pity! From now on, you and I, our lives can only be in our own hands.

Like my warriors, we want to live as free as they do! ”