Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter Forty-Eight

In the presence of the guardians, the undead of Tarantan escorted a string of private soldiers forward and handed them to Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu settled the prestige to the players handed in according to the number of captives. After that, he temporarily released a task of "watching the captives", still letting the players control the captives and their horses...

The behavior of this handover task, although the attitude of the players is really loose and casual, it can still be interpreted as "the undead of Tarantan knows how to act and obey the black mage Yang" when the language is not clear.

Although the patriarchs were unwilling to come into contact with this group of dirty undead, they backed away from a long distance. Seeing that the players were barely regarded as "lawful", at least they did not have too strong hostility towards the players.

It is also fortunate that the languages ​​of the two sides are not interoperable, otherwise the worldview of the priests will be broken again...

"Hey, have you noticed that the appraisal skills in these NPCs are all paladins and paladins. It doesn't look like they can pee a pot with a black magician like Lao Yang? What is this? Sand sculpture plot?"

"Hey, aren’t the heads of this group of NPCs close to Old Young? When we came, we saw them sitting opposite each other. It's probably old friends or something. I think the camp of this game is not like a certain beast. Being able to fight for life and death is more like the kind of Jisan. The NPCs of the Evilman Valley and the Haoqi League are fine, and they can still have a relationship with each other."

"This black-robed and white-faced model is really handsome, and Lao Yang has no scum left in his seconds."

Yang Qiu calmly ignored the players who were more spiritually polluted than the old gods, and arranged to watch the players holding the captives, so he invited the "black robe and white face" Lowell in the player's mouth to go with him, and turned back to place the "civilian NPC". Our valley.

As soon as it moves, the difference between the Cavalry of the Holy Order and the Undead Army of Tarantan becomes even more obvious...

The apologists neatly followed the black robes to monitor Rowell's actions.

For the players, only a few teams who received the task of "Watching the Prisoners" moved with Yang Qiu, and the other teams squatted on the spot to auction their equipment, and didn't even give Yang Qiu an extra look...

Yang Qiu: "..."

Yang Qiu released several outdated time-sensitive tasks in a row without expression.

Players then jumped up and hurriedly kept up with the large forces-it is very realistic.

Many of the patriarchs leading the horses can't help but look back at those that seem to be "ordered" at first glance, but a closer look will reveal that they are really unorganized undead.

The job of a church **** is not to spend a little bit of military expenditures to serve as a mercenary. No matter which country or church it is, the most important things in his career can be divided into three categories:

Fight against the void demons that run out of the rift in unstable time and space, hunt down and kill cultists (it is different from infidels, only those who engage in **** sacrifices are called cultists), and destroy all non-material planes of native creatures harmful to humans—including And it is not limited to wandering monsters, undead breeding somewhere, etc.

In other words, the apologists actually knew quite a bit about the undead.

It is precisely because they know the undead well that the patriarchs are especially obsessed with this group of weird skeletons...

"Rowell, I don’t feel right...their calls seem to be in a certain language. Judging from the complicated pronunciation, this language seems to be more complicated than the lingua franca... I really don’t know how to communicate in such a complicated language. I think this is like the wisdom that the undead can possess." Andre, who had been observing for a while, moved to Rowell's ear and whispered his confusion.

Lowell nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on Yang Qiu, who was leading the way, and said softly: "The undead of the Dimensional Demon Realm do not have complex language skills, nor can they be as flexible as these undead. Yang, the origin of these undead Did not tell the truth."

"Do you think these undead are not from the Dimensional Demon Realm?" Andrei said carefully.

"If Yang can find such a clever and so spiritual servant of the undead in a certain dimension of the demon world, then there is no reason why other black magicians can't find it." Rowell calmly said, "But the fact is that the black ones I have seen Magicians, the most spiritual of their undead servants can only do some chores."

Andre fell silent, sweating gradually on his forehead...

Joyce Andre, who was yelled by Yang Qiu as a "young man" for fun, certainly could not really be a young man who knew nothing about the world; he had been a paladin of the church for decades and worked for more than ten years. Non-commissioned officers of the Saint Clergy Corps, as long as they don't treat Yang Qiu & Rowell, who have lived for two or three hundred years, they must be regarded as respected elders everywhere.

Of course, there are also very spiritual creatures in the Dimensional Demon Realm that are no less intelligent than humans.

Like... the devil.

This makes Andre incredible and extremely jealous.

This race of demons can be regarded as the common enemy of all righteous God & Cthulhu believers.

If there is a demon parachuting next to the followers of the True God & Cthulhu who are fighting harder, the two sides will absolutely work together without saying a word, and are willing to pay all the price to eliminate the devil.

The reason...because the demon nature of the devil has something in common with the divine nature; the demon nature of the demons is more fearful of religious people than the resurrected will of the ancient gods.

If the spiritual pollution originating from the out-of-control ancient gods is the sword hanging on the heads of all professional powerhouses, then the demons are the enemies of all religious people who use faith as the source of power.

After hesitating, Andre couldn't help asking: "Rowell, do you think..."

"No." Rowell shook his head, "Black Mage Yang, is a...sane lunatic, he should understand the cost of cooperating with the devil."

Andre just breathed a sigh of relief.

Think about it, if it is a demons, it is impossible to even let go of the souls at hand, and these weird Tarantan undeads did not kill any aristocratic private soldiers.

"This guy... really can't see through." Looking at the back of the black magician Yang, Andre sighed.

Lowell was noncommittal about the feelings of his subordinates.

If this black mage is a person who is easy to see through, the lunatics of the Lieyang Church will not be teased by him for decades.

After entering the valley where the civilians were hiding, the guardians unanimously stared at the materials piled on the grass in a daze.

The supplies wrapped in cloth similar to canvas material piled up into a hill.

Some packages have been opened, and the materials inside show signs of being taken.

There were about three hundred civilians, mainly the old, weak, sick, and disabled, all cringingly squeezing around the supplies, as if they were protecting these things with their fragile bodies that even beasts could not hold.

This makes the patriarchs very messy in the wind-these weird undead, do they really know that they bring the materials that humans need to meet the civilians? !

Yang Qiu, who entered the valley first, didn’t mean to understand the priests half-heartedly. He used "task steps" to instruct the player to drive the captives to the corner and tie his feet with straps, and then use it unceremoniously." Quest publishing authority", pointing the players who are as random as herding sheep and make them go round and round...

In the eyes of the civilians & guardians on the sidelines, what appeared was-the black mage Yang didn't say a word, these strange undead were very active and busy:

The undead who received the task of "Collecting Firewood" pick up branches and chop branches in groups.

The undead who received the task of "Finding the Source of Water" carried the iron buckets brought from the supplies in groups to fetch water from the springs in the deep valley.

More undead who received the missions of "Cooking Food for the Fleeing People in Cammor" and "Entertaining Guests" lively unpacked packages, took out ingredients, and started pits on the spot to make a fire...

"Sure enough, it's still instant noodles! Is this game going to model the same thing for all NPCs?" A player unpacked the package marked with a number symbol, took out the plastic deep-fried noodles and frantically complained, "The package is still It's in large packages! It means this thing is wholesale, right? In pursuit of details in such a **** place, the planning is Oli to eat too much!"

"I rely on the old godmother! I can recognize the old godmother without a trademark. I haven't thrown out several of these bottles in my family yet!"

"Mom, isn't this the starchy ham sausage that the aunt in the community bought to feed the wild dogs? I said this bag is so heavy, it's all this stuff!"

"Do you need a lighter to make a fire in the magical world? It's a drama!"

"The production team has the ability to produce cigarettes, so I have to designate one..."

"Is there anyone who knows how to cook? Let's be the chef."

"You are poisonous, do you need to be technical when cooking instant noodles?"

"Hahahaha! I'm good at cooking instant noodles, let me go!"

All the patriarchs watched stiffly as the undead were collecting firewood, water, and fire...

There was a relatively young paladin with a look of despair, and he muttered to himself: "Goddess of prosperity, am I dreaming? Undead actually know how to cook food?"

Another paladin said in horror the voice of most people: "Andre Team Officer, Lowell Monitor, can the food made by the undead be edible? Is it really okay?"

Andre turned his head to give the players a soothing look, and patted the leather bag around his waist with his hand.

The patriarchs felt relieved when they saw this...They took three days of dry food and put them in their respective leather bags; they could eat what they brought, and found an excuse to refuse the food provided by the undead. That's it.

For the players, cooking a 500-person meal of instant noodles is nothing. The technical content of this job is lower than their usual task of moving bricks in the exile town.

Making a fire is a big problem... Modern people have long been accustomed to the one-button operation of the liquefied gas stove & electric stove. It is indeed difficult for players to use a small lighter to raise the firewood.

Fortunately, among the players is Ji Tang, a "veteran" who can do everything except having children. After finding that a group of players can only toss out black smoke for a long time, Ji Tang took the initiative to help, and this did not make the "NPCs" hungry. abdomen…

About half an hour later, a simple stove built up with stones heated the water in the big pot, and the player in charge of the “cooking” slapped dried vegetables and ham in the pot with washed bone claws. Old godmother, instead of the unpacked seasoning brought directly from the manufacturer, throw in the deep-fried noodles...

The extremely polluted aroma of instant noodles quickly flooded the entire valley...

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