Chapter 333 No Overtime
After entering the second test, players only stayed in Exile Town for less than a month. After changing their jobs, they followed the old players out to play, causing many construction sites in Exile Town to remain idle for a long time.
It is foreseeable that the players who are entering the third test will definitely run out to play after the main force enters the first stage... Isn't it nice to open up wasteland in the Spider Nest and the Poison Mist Swamp? Who wants to squat in the Novice Village and work hard all day? I'm not a masochist!
Fortunately, these players can go out and have fun. No matter how much they dislike it, they still have to work hard to build the Exile Town... After all, if they can't even raise the reputation of their professional mentors, they won't be able to take on job transfer quests.
The Walker's Guild's recent task is to organize the undead to move bricks in the area behind the guild, on the southern street of the town near the Guanzhen River. Once the railway is completed and the door connecting Exile Town with the outside world is opened, Yang Qiu plans to build a factory area in this area, and the factory buildings, boiler rooms, staff dormitories and so on must be built first.
Ross, Gejier, the female warrior, and two other companions were taken to the planned construction site of the factory area in the south of the town.
It is now nine o'clock in the morning in the other world, but for the players on Earth, it is six o'clock in the afternoon, which is just the peak online period.
Rhodes and his companions, who came to take office on the first day, were shocked to see... a large construction site of about 800 acres (about 0.56 square kilometers) filled with various building materials and gravel, was already full of undead waiting - the number was not necessarily less than the undead they saw outside the deserted village (mining area map) last night.
Before Rhodes and his companions could recover from the shock of seeing the skeletons piled up everywhere, they heard the impatient undead cursing in front of them: "Fuck, these uncles are finally here. Players have to wait for NPCs to come to work before they can send out quests. I've never seen such a thing in my life!"
"How did the old players tolerate these uncles for so long? I would have gathered people to massacre the city long ago!"
"When I reach the maximum level, you useless NPCs from the Novice Village will just wait to die!"
Rhodes and others: “???”
To "take up the job", one naturally had to wear the azalea badge. Rhodes and others who could understand the players' swearing looked at the old employees in horror.
"They are just like that. They don't have a guard in their mouths. Don't worry about it." The operator, who was used to it, didn't take it seriously at all. He led the new colleagues to their workstations and imparted his experience as he walked. "If an undead offends you, you can teach it a lesson. But if they just curse at the sky and the earth, don't pay attention to them... we can't control them."
Ross: “…”
Since there are too many undead, if they all received tasks at one point, there would be nothing to do all day except watching them fighting among themselves over tasks. To ensure the efficiency of the project, the Traveler's Guild has set up many points on the construction site for issuing tasks, and each person is responsible for one part.
Rhodes and the others were led to the construction area of the staff dormitory. The operator distributed the keys to the warehouses (brick houses where task tools are stored) of the five mission points in this construction area to them, and enthusiastically explained: "There are ten mission points in this construction area. We old employees are responsible for five, and you are responsible for five. Everyone's positions are crossed and you can see each other. If you have any problems, you should ask for help from the old employees on your left and right as soon as possible. If we find that there is a problem in the area you are responsible for, we will come to help immediately, so don't worry."
Ross and the others said yes awkwardly, and Gajeel's attitude was particularly uncomfortable... This young man was even less used to being treated so kindly and attentively by the enemy's subordinates than Ross was.
The operators don't care what they think. After all, they were all prisoners and there is nothing to be ashamed of.
After assigning the positions, the operator did not forget to give each of the five new colleagues a steel knife.
Rhodes and the others who received their weapons were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped to the ground.
This shiny steel blade had no enchantment, but it was of high quality, enough to be called a weapon - giving them weapons as a group of captured enemies? Seriously?
The operator said solemnly: "When the undead occasionally cross the line and offend us, or try to interfere with our work, we can drive them away to a certain extent. Of course, it is best not to let the undead easily lead us away from the area we are responsible for, otherwise the tools we are keeping may be destroyed or stolen - I think you should know that the undead have a vague boundary on the ownership of property."
Rhodes and others: "..."
No, they are now in such a miserable state that they don’t even have weapons to defend themselves and can only wear clothes that are the same as those of the undead. Isn’t it because of the undead? No! Does this mean that even if they are forced by the Nightmare Butcher to bow their heads and serve the undead and stay here, they will still be robbed by those dirty undead...? ?
At this time, the undead waiting nearby started to complain and clamor: "Are these NPCs done with their nonsense? Why do we have to follow the plot when we are just doing our daily routine?"
"Hey, buddy, you may not know this, but these high-level NPCs here were captured by veteran players who just triggered a dynamic combat mission. They probably need to go through a process to take up their posts in Exile Town."
"Hey, there's such a thing? No wonder these poor NPCs are wearing novice suits. I said high-level NPCs shouldn't be so poor!"
Ross had a blank expression on his face, the female warrior clenched her steel knife, and Gajir looked angrily at the chattering undead... They understood on the spot why the friendly old employee wanted to give them weapons.
The operators had heard worse things before, but they were so calm and waved their hands to signal everyone to take their positions.
As soon as Ross stood in front of his assigned workstation and used the key to open the warehouse, the impatient undead rushed in...
The "game accounts" used by the players were all dug out by Yang Qiu from the ruins of the ancient battlefield in the Tarantan Desert.
In other words... these skeletons are all the remains of the army that was once powerful during the War of the Gods.
None of the skeletons was less than 1.80 meters tall.
Being surrounded by a group of skeletons, the shortest of which was about 1.8 meters tall and the tallest was over 2 meters tall, with bared fangs and claws, the psychological pressure can be imagined. Even someone as determined as Rhodes instantly went into a state of stress and directly pulled out the steel knife.
Then... before Ross could draw his knife to defend himself, the undead that were rushing towards him with their fangs and claws bared started fighting among themselves...
"Who cares about robbing? I'm the first one here!"
"Fuck, I've been waiting here for more than ten minutes!"
"What the hell, first come first served, understand?"
"Come on, man, get in line! It's not worth waiting half an hour to get offline - who the hell is pulling me? I'm in the front of the line, I came first!"
…Rods, who had managed to keep a calm face when seeing the Nightmare Butcher in person, almost had his face split.
He silently turned his head and looked at the old employee's workstation a few dozen meters away... Very good, it was also a mess over there, almost the same as his own.
Ross took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and stood firmly in front of the warehouse he was in charge of, just like the old employee next door, waiting for these undead to come to a conclusion on their own.
In the chaos, a clever undead bypassed his fellows who were fighting, ran to stand in front of Ross, looked over Ross's head, and said politely: "Hello Ross, I want to receive a mission."
More clever undead stood behind this polite undead and formed a long line very quickly...
Ross silently took out the tools from the warehouse and handed them to the undead one by one.
The group of undead who were still fighting saw that everyone on this side had received the task, so they separated unhappily and walked to the end of the team while cursing .
"Although there is chaos and disorder, will there be order?"
Ross discovered that not only his own undead, but also the undead of the old employee next door had calmed down after a while of chaos, and his heart became more and more restless.
If these undead really didn't know what order was like they did in the beginning, then although it would be troublesome for Ross, he would also be very happy to see it - an army without order has no combat effectiveness, no matter how strong the individual strength is; the countries on the Nabarron continent have never taken civilian organizations such as the Hunter Association, Adventurer Association, Alchemy House, and Mage Tower seriously, because the order within these professional-level civilian organizations with abundant military power is not even as good as that of the nobles' private soldiers.
"After all, they captured the entire undead army of the Walton Cult. They can't possibly not know what order is." Ross felt complicated. "The undead who knew ambush and encirclement tactics last night were enough to fight against the private soldiers of some small nobles."
Ross was thinking about various issues concerning the undead, and suddenly realized something was wrong.
The undead who captured the investigation team yesterday were all wearing relatively matching equipment and had quasi-professional-level combat capabilities.
The group seen in front of the abandoned village (mining area map) are obviously much weaker, and their equipment is often only a steel knife and an extra piece of fish scale armor.
Ross was shocked and looked around stiffly.
There are thousands of undead on this construction site. Some have steel knives and fish scale armor, while others are just like them, wearing only a pullover and a pair of elastic shorts.
Not counting the two groups of undead seen last night, what we have seen so far... has already exceeded the information that Ross learned when he founded the city of Innad, that the total number of Tarantan undead is about three thousand, which has been verified through multiple channels.
In other words - without the knowledge of the Gold Coin Church, the Fiery Sun Church, and the local nobles of Innadri, the number of Tarantan undead has greatly increased!
Ross's tense face trembled slightly unconsciously...
He hadn't had time to digest the shock of this sudden realization. The undead waiting to receive the task would urge him rudely if he was a little slow...
Next, Rhodes was trapped in his workstation, standing for several hours.
In the construction area he is in charge of, there are three two-story staff dormitories to be built, each with four large rooms, which can accommodate two hundred undead moving bricks at the same time.
It stands to reason that managing such a small construction site shouldn't be too difficult, but the problem is... the players are not the kind of people who would obediently accept a task and work hard for a whole day. Most players get bored of moving bricks after an hour or two, so they settle the task and go play something else.
In addition, the current Earth time is the peak time for players to be online. Many players rush to work hard at their own time. When the team is formed or some activities are about to be held, they settle the tasks and leave. Countless more players come online one after another, taking advantage of the free time when they are looking for a team to join activities or waiting for their relatives and friends to come online to work hard and gain some reputation...
Countless undead came and went, and the undead in front of him kept changing back and forth, mechanically repeating the actions of handing over tools, collecting tools, and settling undead coins. After just one day, Ross felt that his two arms were no longer his own, and it seemed that countless skulls were always swaying back and forth in front of him...
What’s even worse is that these undead have no idea how exhausted the people who serve them are.
On average, one or two out of every ten undead would curiously look at the same outfit he was wearing as the other undead, and would loudly discuss the origins of these people with other undead in front of him, exposing their scars in front of them - and even calling them apostles of the evil god to their faces!
If it wasn't his first day "at work" and he wasn't a prisoner, even someone as well-mannered as Ross would have been so angry that he wanted to raise his knife several times.
It was seven o'clock in the evening in the other world, and the time on Earth had already entered the late night. After the online peak period had subsided, Ross heard the old employee coming to greet him when he got off work, and his legs went weak and he leaned against the door of the warehouse.
"It was quite peaceful today, nothing serious happened." On the way to the cafeteria with the five new recruits who had just joined the Walker Guild, the operators were still talking in unison, "These undead finally know the rules, and they didn't come to cause trouble during lunch."
"That's right. Last time when I was having lunch, some undead tried to steal my plate. They don't even need to eat. It's outrageous!"
"It's not bad. At the factory next door, a group of undead took advantage of our lunch time to secretly load a cart with pickaxes and shovels and try to take them away. We were so scared that we chased them for two blocks before we got them back..."
"It's good enough that we managed to recover them. Last week, a batch of tools from the Knights Guild were stolen. When we found them, they had been carried to the spider's nest in the tunnel by the undead. A lot of them were destroyed. It was really unbelievable."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Ross and the others followed the operators tiredly, remaining silent all the way.
They began to understand a little bit why the followers of the Nightmare Butcher were so friendly to them... To say that they were ecstatic was an understatement that someone had come from afar to help them share the pressure of dealing with tens of thousands of undead.
On the way across the cross street to the cafeteria, an undead who had just come down from the platform in the center of the street looked at the group of NPCs in astonishment.
"Fuck, the NPC went off work just after I came online? Are you kidding me? It's not even dark yet, and these guys aren't working overtime?" The undead were very dissatisfied and yelled at the indigenous tools who had been working for nine hours.
Ross had a blank expression on his face, the female warrior clenched her fists, and Gajir glared at him.
