Chapter 48: Hospitality of the Undead
In front of the priests, the undead of Tarantan came forward with groups of private soldiers and handed them over to Yang Qiu.
Yang Qiu calculated the reputation of the players who handed in the prisoners according to the number of prisoners, and then issued a temporary "guarding prisoners" task, still asking the players to take care of the prisoners and their horses...
As for this act of handing over the task, although the players' attitude is very casual and casual, in the absence of a language barrier, it can still be interpreted as "these Tarantan undead know how to follow orders and obey the black magician Yang."
Although the priests were unwilling to come into contact with this group of filthy undead and retreated from a distance, they at least did not have too strong hostility towards the players because the players were barely "lawful".
Fortunately, the two sides can no longer communicate in the same language, otherwise the worldview of the priests would be shattered once again...
"Hey, have you noticed that among these NPCs, the ones whose professions can be identified by identification spells are all paladins and holy knights. They don't look like they can fight with a black magician like Lao Yang. What kind of stupid plot is this?"
"Hey, isn't the leader of this group of NPCs close to Old Yang? When we arrived, we saw them sitting opposite each other. They are probably old buddies or something. I think the factions in this game are not like those in some other game where they can only fight to the death when they meet. It's more like the faction in the third game. The NPCs of the Evil Valley and the Righteous Alliance can even have romantic relationships and be gay or something."
"The modeling of this pretty boy in black robe is so damn handsome. Old Yang beat him to pieces in one second."
Yang Qiu calmly ignored the players' chattering, which was more mentally polluting than the obscene language of the ancient gods. He arranged for the players to guard the prisoners, and then invited Lowell, who the players called "the pretty boy in a black robe", to accompany him back to the valley where the "civilian NPCs" were settled.
Once in motion, the difference between the Crusader Cavalry and the Tarantan Undead Army became even more obvious...
The priests followed the black-robed monitor Lowell's movements in an orderly manner, and the team was as disciplined as possible.
As for the players, only the few teams that received the "Guard Prisoners" mission followed Yang Qiu. The other teams just squatted on the spot and auctioned their equipment without even giving Yang Qiu a glance...
Yang Qiu: “…”
Yang Qiu posted several time-sensitive tasks in succession with an expressionless face.
The players then jumped up and hurried to catch up with the main group - it became very realistic.
Many of the priests who were leading the horses in front kept looking back at those ghosts who seemed to be "orderly" at a glance, but upon a closer look they found that they were actually scattered and disordered.
The job of a church apologist is not to serve as a mercenary just to raise military funds. Regardless of which country or church the apologist is from, the most common things he does in his career can be divided into three categories:
Fight against the void demons that escape from the unstable space-time rifts, hunt down and kill cultists (which are different from pagans, only those who perform bloody sacrifices are called cultists), and eliminate all native creatures of the non-material plane that are harmful to humans - including but not limited to wandering monsters, undead breeding somewhere, etc.
In other words, the priests actually know a lot about the undead.
It is precisely because they are quite familiar with the undead that the priests are particularly curious about these strange skeletons...
"Lowell, I don't think something is right... The sounds they make seem to be some kind of language. Judging from the complex pronunciations, this language seems to be more complex than the common language... Knowing how to communicate in such a complex language, I really don't think this is the wisdom that the undead can possess." Andre, who had been observing silently for a while, leaned close to Lowell's ear and whispered his confusion.
Rowell nodded slightly, his eyes always on Yang Qiu who was leading the way, and said softly: "The undead in the dimensional demon world do not have complex language skills, and it is impossible for them to be as flexible as these undead. Yang, you did not tell the truth about the origins of these undead."
"Do you think these undead spirits are not from the dimensional demon world?" Andre asked carefully.
"If Yang can find such intelligent and spiritual undead servants in a certain dimension, then there is no reason why other black magicians can't find them." Rowell said calmly, "But the fact is that the most spiritual undead servants of the black magicians I have seen can only do menial tasks such as guarding the door and sweeping the floor."
Andre fell silent, and a thin layer of sweat gradually ...
Joyce Andre, who was always called "young man" by Yang Qiu, was certainly not really a young man who was ignorant of the world; he had been a paladin of the church for decades and a non-commissioned officer of the Holy Priest Corps for more than ten years. As long as he didn't act in front of old men like Yang Qiu and Lowell who had lived for two or three hundred years, he would be regarded as a respected elder wherever he went.
Of course, there are also creatures in the dimensional demon world whose intelligence is no less than that of humans and who are very spiritual.
For example... the devil.
This made Andre both puzzled and extremely fearful.
The demon race is considered the common enemy of all believers of righteous and evil gods.
No matter how fiercely the fight between the righteous and evil gods is going on, if a demon drops in nearby, both sides will definitely work together without hesitation and be willing to pay any price to destroy the demon.
The reason is... because the devil's evil nature has something in common with the divine nature; the devil's evil nature makes religious people more afraid than the resurrected will of the ancient gods.
If the spiritual pollution caused by the out-of-control ancient gods is the sword hanging over the heads of all professional strongmen, then the demons are the sworn enemies of all religious people who use faith as the source of power.
After hesitating for a while, Andre couldn't help but ask: "Lowell, do you think..."
"No." Lowell shook his head. "Dark magician Yang is a...rational madman. He should understand the price of cooperating with the devil."
Andre breathed a sigh of relief.
Come to think of it, if it were the demons, they would not let go of the souls that were within their grasp, and these strange Tarantan undead did not kill any of the nobles' private soldiers.
"This guy... is really hard to figure out." Andre sighed after looking at the back of the black magician Yang.
Lowell did not comment on his subordinates' comments.
If this black magician was someone who was easy to see through, the lunatics of the Church of the Blazing Sun wouldn't have been fooled by him for decades.
After entering the valley where the civilians were hiding, the priests all stared in a daze at the supplies piled on the grass.
The supplies wrapped in canvas-like cloth were piled up into a small hill.
Some packages had been opened and the materials inside showed signs of having been taken.
There were about 300 civilians, mostly the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, all huddled around the supplies, as if they were protecting them with their fragile bodies that even wild beasts could not withstand.
This made the priests very confused - these strange undead spirits actually knew to bring supplies that only humans needed to help civilians? !
Yang Qiu, who entered the valley first, did not show any sympathy for the priests. He used the "mission steps" to instruct the players to drive the captives to a corner and tie up their feet with straps. Then he used the "mission release authority" without hesitation to make the players, who were as lazy as herding sheep, run around in circles...
In the eyes of the civilians and priests who were watching, what was revealed was that the black magician Yang didn't say a word, and these strange undead spirits took the initiative to get busy:
The undead who received the task of "Collecting Firewood" gathered in groups to pick up branches and cut twigs.
The undead who received the "Search for Water" mission moved in teams, carrying the iron buckets they brought with them, to fetch water from the mountain springs deep in the valley.
More undead who received the tasks of "cooking food for the fleeing people of Kamor" and "entertaining distinguished guests" were busy unpacking, taking out food, digging pits and making fires on the spot...
"Fuck, it's instant noodles! Is this game planning to make all NPCs eat the same thing to save modeling?" A player unpacked the package marked with numbers and took out the plastic-wrapped fried noodles while complaining wildly, "The ingredients are in large packages! Does that mean this stuff is sold wholesale? To pursue details in such a fucking place, must the planners have had too much fun!"
"Oh my god, they have Lao Gan Ma! Even without a trademark, I can tell it's Lao Gan Ma. I have several of these bottles at home that I haven't thrown away yet!"
"Oh my god, isn't this the starch sausage that the aunties in the community bought to feed the stray dogs? I was wondering why this package is so heavy, it's full of this stuff!"
"In this magical world, people also need lighters to make fire! This is too out of context!"
"If the production team can get cigarettes out, I'll definitely have one..."
"Is there anyone who can cook? Come and cook."
"You are mad, aren't you? You need some skills to cook instant noodles?"
"Hahahaha! I'm good at cooking instant noodles, get out of the way and let me do it!"
All the priests watched stiffly as the undead gathered firewood, fetched water, and started a fire...
A younger paladin looked distraught and muttered to himself, "Goddess of Prosperity, am I dreaming? The undead actually know how to cook?"
Another paladin expressed the thoughts of most people in horror: "Captain Andre, Supervisor Lowell, can we eat food made by the undead? Is it really okay?"
Andre turned around, gave his team members a reassuring look, and patted the leather bag around his waist.
The priests felt relieved upon seeing this... When they set out, they brought three days' worth of dry food in their leather bags; they could just eat what they brought with them and just find an excuse to refuse the food offered by the undead.
For the players, cooking a meal of instant noodles for 500 people is nothing. The technical content of this job is even lower than their usual brick-moving tasks in Exile Town.
Making a fire is a big problem... Modern people have long been accustomed to one-button-operated liquefied gas stoves and electric stoves. It is indeed difficult for players to light up firewood with a small lighter .
Fortunately, there is Ji Tang, a "veteran" who can do everything except giving birth. After finding out that a group of players could only produce bursts of black smoke after a long time, Ji Tang took the initiative to help, so that the "NPCs" did not go hungry...
About half an hour later, the simple stove made of stones heated up the water in the big pot, and the player in charge of "cooking" roughly used his washed white bone claws to throw dried vegetables, ham sausage, Lao Gan Ma, unpackaged seasonings directly from the manufacturer, and fried dough cakes into the pot...
The extremely polluting aroma of instant noodles quickly filled the entire valley...
