Chapter 325: The Origin of the Tarantan Undead
Complaints are complaints...some people are willing to take the initiative to take risks, and the two special players will not reject them.
The two of them immediately slid down from the roof and followed carefully and cautiously into West Street.
Not long after, the two saw the group of stubborn newbies who had just turned into West Street.
At the moment when the two of them saw this group of stubborn newbies from afar... a pale-faced woman wearing a wrinkled cotton dress and with her hair flying in the air like a spider web suddenly appeared among the newcomers.
The two special players who followed them gasped in surprise and quickly retreated into the alley next to them...
Among the stubborn newbie team, the front half didn't notice anything unusual and continued walking forward with confidence.
The people who saw the pale-faced woman in the latter half stood still, staring blankly at the pale-faced woman who had appeared in their team.
"You saw me?"
The pale-faced woman who cut off the team opened her arms to the newbie who was facing her.
"Fuck—"
The newbie excitedly opened his mouth and cursed half a word, and was hugged by the killer girl and turned into white light...
“Oh my god!”
"I'm so mad!!"
The newbies who saw their friends being killed in seconds were so scared that they pissed their pants and ran away howling.
The girl who got the first blood disappeared on the spot, passed through the skeleton body of a newbie and jumped in front of the person, said "You saw me" again, spread her arms, and got the second kill.
At this point, the stubborn newbies walking in front realized that something was wrong at the back of the team, and subconsciously turned around...
"Fuck—?!" The guy who had been so confident before was stunned on the spot.
The woman who randomly killed the witnesses instantly appeared like a ghost in front of the stubborn newbie who threatened to compete with the old players for the first kill. She slowly spread her arms and mechanically asked in a light and ethereal voice without any trace of life: "Did you see me?"
The two people who hid in the alley in time silently counted the phrase "You saw me" repeated nine times...which was exactly the total number of that group of stubborn newbies.
West Street, which had just been bustling, became quiet again.
The two special players did not dare to be careless at all. They squatted patiently for a long time before quietly coming out of the alley and running out of West Street without looking back...
After veteran players successfully clear the Hal Inner Demons dungeon, the outrageous corpse-stitching centipede will just squat in the cellar waiting for players to come to it, and will not run around the streets; the hug-killing girl and the giant soft-bodied monster that veteran players have not cleared the dungeon with are not so honest, and you may encounter them anywhere if you are unlucky.
The two special players lay on the roof at the intersection of West Street for a while, and finally waited for the old player who was seriously playing the Heart Demon Book to come.
These veteran players were much more reliable than the stubborn newbies. The main group stopped at the street corner and only allowed two second-level Shadow Ranger players to go in and explore the way.
The second-level ranged profession of the Walker system in Shadow Game has one more displacement skill than the Death Walker of the Dagger system: Back Jump - Ignore control skills and jump back eight meters, with a CD time of fourteen seconds.
This skill is a life-saving skill that can quickly allow archer players to shake off those who are close to them and quickly escape from the center of the firefight. Shadow Ranger players who are more adept at playing the game can even skillfully perform a reverse jump and use this escape skill as a charge skill or a travel skill.
The exploring Shadow Ranger quickly found the Killing Girl. The two of them used the Back Jump skill and the Wind Control skill alternately to pull the monster and led the Killing Girl to the open area in front of the Warrior Guild.
After Shadow Ranger pulled the Killing Girl away, the large group of players quickly entered West Street and set up the battlefield before the monsters arrived.
The two special players kept a close eye on the large group, moving behind them in a wretched manner, relying on the cover.
Next, the two special players were lucky enough to appreciate the strategy of hugging and killing women that the old players had researched after paying the price of countless team wipes...
The Killing Woman will not transfer her hatred until she kills all the targets that witnessed her first. When the Shadow Rangers who have the skill of back-jumping and can avoid instant kills are taking turns to pull monsters in the square in front of the Warrior Guild, the dungeon strategy teams that are divided into small teams will seize the opportunity to approach the Killing Woman.
As long as the back of the murderous woman is touched and the total potential value of the team members reaches the entry requirement, there is a two-thirds probability that the entire team will be teleported into Rex's inner demon book.
In this way, four teams were sent into the dungeon one after another. The leader of the player group that organized the exploration shouted and ran away, and all the players quickly evacuated West Street...
Seeing this operation, the two special players who were observing secretly nodded repeatedly.
With organization, coordination, and teamwork, it is no wonder that the players have been able to maintain an undefeated record so far - the characteristics of immortality alone are not enough for players to defeat the conventional army of this alien world, if the players do not know how to unite collective strength to fight, and know how to gradually erode the effective local forces; coupled with the fact that the Cult of the Fiery Sun has no rear support, and the regular army of the Principality of Lionel has to face the threat of the regular troops of the House of Odysseus in addition to the army of the undead, it is not so easy for players to win.
Of course... whether it is the Cult of the Fiery Sun or the armed forces of the Principality of Lionel, these post-feudal armed groups that rely entirely on personal bravery during battles must be paper tigers in the eyes of the First Army of the Earth Plane... Even the destructive power of extraordinary individuals such as spellcasters has not yet exceeded the comprehension of the big bombers.
However, Lord Yang, who controls the space-time channel, will obviously not give the Earth's First Army the opportunity to come to this alien world to cause trouble - since players can solve the problem conveniently, quickly, without hidden dangers or consequences, he really doesn't need to hand over the initiative of developing the alien world to others.
Some people in the expert group believe that Lord Yang regards the alien world as his own back garden and has the feudal idea of dividing the land and fiefdoms; but another part of the people think that Lord Yang is fundamentally different from the warlords in terms of actual performance, and his ideas and insights should be respected, and the exploration work in the alien world should be carried out more cautiously and conservatively... No matter how controversial it is, the exploration of the alien world cannot be stopped; further cognition and understanding and positive guidance of the player group are the common understandings of the two factions.
The two special players secretly observed in the Exile Town for an entire gaming night, and saw five teams of veteran players arrange more than a dozen dungeon strategy teams to enter the Heart Demon dungeon of the Killing Girl.
When the daybreak came in the game, the newbies who had been waiting for a long time filled the whole town again. When the old players who had finished the Heart Demon Raiders began to sell blank equipment and organize activities for new players, two special players mixed in and each found an old player recommended by Ji Tang and whom they had personally observed to become their apprentice...
While this group of new players were learning to adapt to this world as undead, the Kenyan investigation team, which had been lurking in the city of Innadri for half a month, was having a headache over the intelligence they had collected.
"From the intelligence... from the time the cult captured Walton to the battle with the Principality of Lionel, the only ones fighting were the undead summoned by the Nightmare Butcher." Ross, the head of the investigation team, said gloomily, "The Nightmare Butcher himself has never taken action."
"Yes, even when the vampires from Port Moses invaded this place, it was only the Tarantan Undead who were hunting vampires." The black-haired young man Gejil nodded heavily.
All eleven members of the investigation team fell silent.
He never took any action himself, but only commanded a group of special undead summoned from some unknown dimension of the demon world, plus former thieves and illegitimate children of nobles picked up from nowhere, and in just one year he occupied a fiefdom that was almost equivalent to an earldom... This outrageous achievement was as shocking as the sudden news that the Nightmare Butcher had been promoted to a legend.
The number and strength of summoned creatures are affected by the summoner's own upper limit. He can simultaneously summon an army of 3,000 undead with quasi-professional strength who can fight against How terrifying is the upper limit of the Nightmare Butcher's strength?
What's even more outrageous is that after the Nightmare Butcher was promoted to Legend, he also managed Innadri very well - Ross and Gejier were both born in noble families, and their families had fiefs that had been managed for hundreds of years. If they compared the Innadri that they had seen and investigated personally with their own fiefs, they both felt that the consuls they appointed should be dragged out and hung on the city walls!
"How did this guy do all this? Hasn't he been hunted by the Inquisition for more than half a hundred years?" The female warrior said in disbelief. "Last year, I heard about the Nightmare Butcher in the Holy Land. Someone sent a message saying that the Nightmare Butcher sold a bunch of old clothes to a country housekeeper!"
"Where did he get those strange goods?" another burly investigator asked in confusion, "We have almost run through all the towns in this area, but haven't found any textile factories... Could he have hidden the factory in Tarantan? We have to go to Tarantan to find clues?"
Cloth of the dead, Tarantan sweet biscuits (moon cakes), Tarantan instant noodles & dried noodles, Tarantan ready-made clothes - just take a walk around the shops directly operated by the city hall in the bar area, and all the shop assistants will proudly tell the customers the origins of the goods in the store.
The uninformed locals vaguely regarded Tarantan as a mysterious place with gold everywhere and factories everywhere, but these Kenyan investigators obviously would not have such a ridiculous misunderstanding - the ancient battlefield during the War of the Gods, the land of death where countless armies were buried, the place where monsters madly breed, and it is also a high-incidence area of unstable space-time rifts. It would be strange that a prosperous city with countless factories could be born in such an ancient battlefield during the War of the Gods, the land of death where countless armies were buried, and it was also a high-incidence area of unstable space-time rifts!
"It can't be Tarantan." Ross shook his head. "If Tarantan had value that could be developed, the Prosperity Church wouldn't have remained indifferent for hundreds of years."
On the other side of the Tarantan Wasteland is the parish of a prosperous church.
The Goddess of Prosperity attaches great importance to farming, and the land development and utilization rate of the Prosperity Parish is the highest in the southeastern region of the continent (this is also the main reason why the local nobles in Camor Town have tried their best to transform self-cultivating farmers into cotton farmers); if there are large tracts of unowned wasteland that can be used, the Prosperity Church will not turn a blind eye.
"The Nightmare Butcher proclaimed himself the Lord of Tarantan, and named the undead he summoned Tarantan Undead, and the goods he sold as Tarantan Goods... After thinking about it, there can only be one reason." Ross said calmly, "The Nightmare Butcher is deliberately concealing the origins of these strange undead, and the so-called Tarantan Goods are likely to have the same origin as these strange undead."
Ge Jier, the female warrior, the strong man and others looked at the leader in astonishment.
"You mean, the so-called Tarantan products come from some demon world?!" Gejier said in horror.
"It's very likely." Ross said calmly, "The coordinates of the tenth-layer demon world are public among black magicians. It's unlikely that the 'Talanla Goods' came from the tenth-layer demon world. It must be that... while this person was being hunted by the Inquisition, he accidentally obtained the coordinates of a very prosperous and mysterious demon world unknown to outsiders, and reached some kind of agreement with the Demon King of that dimension's demon world, which led to his current situation."
"The emergence of one or two highly intelligent special species among the undead creatures can be considered a special case, but how is it possible that three thousand highly intelligent undead creatures were discovered by a black magician at the same time and successfully signed a summoning contract?"
"This can only be explained by the fact that these undead are not real undead creatures, but projections of higher-level demons!"
This analysis made Ge Jier and others even more shocked...but after thinking about it carefully, they found that it made a lot of sense.
Spellcasters are a bunch of freaks, and dark magicians are the worst of the worst. Throughout history, there have been dark magicians who have done outrageous things like forging friendships with demon lords and bringing their projections to the material plane.
"This is too crazy..." Gejier was sweating profusely, "But it seems like something the Nightmare Butcher would do. This person has never been normal."
"It is not feasible to transport so much cargo from the demon world to the material plane by simply tearing open the space barrier for a short period of time." Ross said solemnly, "In the worst case scenario... maybe the Nightmare Butcher used some means to build a space channel between this dimension's demon world and the material plane for his own selfish interests!"
"Why don't we make this public?" the female warrior said hastily. "Keeping the door to the dimensional demon world open for a long time will lead to a surge in unstable space-time rifts. As long as this is made public, the Nightmare Butcher will become the enemy of everyone on the continent!"
The unstable space-time rift phenomenon is the main cause of the void demon invasion, and the void demon invasion is the disaster second only to the revival of the ancient gods.
The Kenyan Empire has been criticized and hostile by people from other countries and regions for four hundred years because the unstable space-time rift phenomenon appeared in the same era as the great voyages led by the Kenyan Empire, leading countless people to believe that there must be a connection between the two.
Ross remained calm and composed, and said calmly, "We can consider it, but not now... We need evidence to prove that the Nightmare Butcher is colluding with a certain dimension of the demon world and helping the demon world to get involved in the material plane."
"So... we need to go to Tarantan." Gejier understood.
"That's right." Ross narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "As long as we can prove that the Tarantan Wasteland is a barren land that cannot produce any goods, the Nightmare Butcher's lies will be exposed."
