Chapter 60: Town of the Dead
After two days and one night of trekking, the civilians escorted by the tricycle expedition team finally arrived at the Exile Town.
Everyone was very tired, including Mia, who was considered the healthiest among the civilians. After walking for dozens of kilometers and riding a tricycle for nearly 200 kilometers, all the bones in her body, including her energy and spirit, were almost broken apart. When she saw the loess road leading into the valley from afar and realized that the journey had finally reached its end, Mia could only weakly stand up and take a look, then fell back into the truck as if relieved.
In contrast, the players who were squatting on the tricycle and running the whole time were extremely energetic. Many of them left the team and cheered as they ran towards the valley path that they had tried every way to get out of...
Then, he was blocked by the big rat.
A LV3 demonized rat, about the size of a tiger, stared with its red eyes as it squatted in the middle of a loess road sandwiched between ruins. One of its paws hung naturally while the other paw was holding a plant root as big as a watermelon. It puffed up its cheeks to chew while looking down with disdain at the approaching tricycle expedition team.
"Damn it, we've killed several level 4 elite monsters, and we're still afraid of this thing? Brothers, follow me and kill it!"
A captain of a wild monster-killing team stood up, raised his arm, and led his team to charge towards the giant rat.
Seeing this, En Buzeng, who had just come on line to relay with Ji Tang, raised his arm expressionlessly and signaled the convoy to stop.
"Damn, are these guys trying to steal the monsters? Do they want to eat them all by themselves?" Tang Jia glared at the group of people that rushed out unhappily.
Entropy does not increase. He turned his head away and looked at his friend lovingly.
Tang Jia: "Why are you looking at me like an idiot?"
"Because you are an idiot." Sister Jialuo complained bluntly.
Tang Jia had just said "I" when she saw... more than a hundred meters away, the big rat squatting in the dirt road domineeringly threw away the roots of unknown plants with its claws, lowered its football-sized head, and charged towards the oncoming wild monster-killing team in an extremely arrogant manner.
This big rat is very fast, only slightly slower than the walker player who has activated the "Basic Wind Control Technique".
The leader of the wild monster-killing team at the front suddenly changed his expression. He quickly put his shield in front of him and shouted to his teammates behind him: "Stay together..."
These two words are the last words of this knight player.
As soon as the word "tuan" was shouted out, he disappeared in the brilliant white light.
“Oh my god!”
“Fuck!”
"Oh my god, oh my god!"
Others screamed and fled...
The giant rat, with just the right speed and size and just enough strength to kill the players in seconds, dug the ground quickly with its four claws, performed beautiful straight-line collisions, oblique kills, sharp turns and drifts, and other high-speed displacement pursuit operations, and killed half of the full-strength monster-killing team before stopping at the edge of the ruins.
The players who watched this extremely beautiful one-on-many speed-based elimination battle had their eyes wide open and their mouths opened wide.
In the gradually dispersing smoke and dust, the big rat that completed the five-kill streak slowly straightened its body, raised its long mouth, and glanced at the players with disdain and contempt with its red little eyes.
Players: “…”
"Too arrogant! Kill it!"
"How dare a mere rodent look down on me!"
Beep beep, but no team jumped out this time...
"There is no solution to this monster at the moment." At the front of the team, Entropy Bulge explained to his friends, "The physical defense is too high, and the speed is too fast. Without a complete mage team, I don't think we can take down this monster."
Jialuo is an expert at solo-killing in other games and is very good at making monster-killing strategies. She agreed, "Yes, the elite monsters in this game know how to learn from experience. If a monster is not killed this time, it will be more difficult to kill it next time. This rat is often dragged by the walker players who have changed their jobs. It is getting more and more skilled at blocking and bumping into people. If it weren't for Pu Hong's undead horse, it would be impossible to take this road."
"So don't take risks." Entropy said, "The mission is about to be handed in. There's no need to rush to log off."
Tang Jia was silent for a while with a painful look on her face, and then cursed: "Damn it, there are thousands of troops outside who have come to kill us, and we still have to accept the power of this little boss in the Dogecoin Novice Village... Is this game playable?"
"Think positively, after all, he is a small boss that has killed all the players in the game." En Buzeng comforted him, "This is how the game is. Whether it is an NPC or a monster, its strength is not determined by its level. We have killed a lot of demonized clams, but they are not as powerful as the LV1 sickle-legged spider monster, right? The dead sickle-legged spider monsters have killed many more players than the dead demonized clams."
"Yes, the number of players killed by Hal at level 5 is not as many as those killed by Tattle at level 4." Jia Luo said with a vicissitudes of life, "Tattle is the highest-level NPC who kills players. He can kill one kid with one arrow. Unlike Hal, that idiot, he can just run away quickly."
Even Entropy couldn't help but complain: "...you players who play Walkers should let the instructors go. If high-level NPCs can get sick, they will make you have a cerebral infarction sooner or later..."
The players stood there and waited for a while, and Lord Yang, who had fallen behind, came forward riding an undead horse that was not particularly flashy but still made the knight players envious.
The leader of a faction is the leader of a faction. As soon as Lord Yang appeared, the big rat that was blocking the intersection and taunting the players immediately disappeared without a trace...
"Old Yang is still awesome!"
"A wizard is a wizard!"
In the player team, a group of reserve mages who had gained Yang Qiu’s reputation were extremely jealous and said, “Damn, it would be great if the first level mage missions could be easier!”
"Dogecoin Lao Yang is blocking people from changing jobs. Is he trying to monopolize the position of mage and not letting others become one?"
"It's really a dog!"
"As expected, he is the villain boss who will appear sooner or later!"
Yang Qiu, who was riding a horse in front, looked straight ahead and was calm and composed.
In order to avoid delaying you guys for half a month during the second transformation, I would have written my last name backwards.
There was such a dangerous demonized rat at the gate of the town where I was going to live. If it happened two days ago, it would have scared the civilians to death.
But now... none of the civilians sitting in the truck even blinked an eye.
The civilians who traveled more than 100 kilometers with the tricycle expedition team experienced a lot in this one day and one night...
After the convoy entered the town in the valley, the civilians, who were exhausted both physically and mentally, regained some energy. They struggled to sit up and looked around curiously.
Deserted, empty streets, sparse wooden/brick buildings, construction sites between the buildings, and zombies standing on the construction sites.
Civilians: “…”
The priests following the convoy: "..."
In a town where the undead live together, it seems normal for zombies to appear...
If we make a fuss about the zombies here, it seems a bit offensive the undead...
Besides, they had seen the armored Zombie King who was highly respected by the undead in the Desolate Stronghold before...
The civilians and priests, who had very different statuses, had the same thoughts at this moment. They all clenched their lips and tightened their faces, deciding not to be surprised no matter what they saw in this mysterious town of the undead.
"Ahhh! Calm down! Halsan~~ I am your undead friend~~"
A player screamed as he jumped out of the alley. He kept looking back as he ran away with his thin legs, muttering madly: "If you don't watch the construction site, someone will steal the steel bars. Believe me, I've seen many thieves like this! Don't chase me, turn around! Hey! You're back!"
The last sentence was said to the other players by this player as he passed through the middle of the convoy.
As soon as the player with a crazy mouth crossed the convoy and jumped into the street on the other side, Hal Maxwell with an angry face emerged from where he appeared .
Hal was obviously very angry with the player and he didn't even notice the civilians in the convoy or the large group of priests following behind the convoy. He chased after the player with a sullen face.
"I—shit?!" The players in the team were all stunned. "What's going on? Shouldn't we get away as soon as we run out of range? How did you catch up to such a far distance?"
"NPCs have been secretly changed again? Shit, I can't tease Hal casually anymore?"
"I told you guys who play Walkers to let the NPC go!"
The players in the convoy were just surprised when a few angry players came out of the alley and asked, "Where the hell did that idiot take Hal to?"
"Fuck! I've been waiting for almost half an hour and still haven't received any mission!"
Players: “…”
Yang Qiu at the front of the convoy: "..."
Some players silently pointed the way, and a few people who were busy gaining reputation and changing jobs casually thanked them. They also took a curious look at the large number of new NPCs that came back with the main group, and then ran away in a hurry.
Because the zombie general stayed in the desolate stronghold to provide support, Yang Qiu had to settle the escort mission alone this time.
After settling the reputation with the players who couldn't wait to get the "Undead Chamber of Commerce" equipment for free, Yang Qiu assigned the players the task of resettling civilian NPCs, and then took the guests to the town hall for rest.
Anthony, a former thief who was squatting in a tailor shop next to the town hall, saw a large group of priests parading through the streets. His hands trembled and the needle dropped.
"Dark magician?? Priest??"
Anthony simply couldn't understand how the two gangs were connected. He stared in amazement for a while, then quickly stood up, prepared to close the door and take the news to his boss.
Before Anthony could close the door, a group of players came to the door with more than a dozen civilian women...
"Anthony, these are the new workers assigned to the tailor shop by Lord Yang." The player who received the placement task interacted with Anthony in a very polite manner, "We have brought the people here, please settle the accounts."
Anthony: “…”
Anthony has been a "tailor" for a long time. Although no players are willing to increase his tailoring reputation (in fact, there are many players who are interested in this profession, but after finding out that tailors in this game really require learning how to use needles and thread, and can't just click on a skill and wait for it to read, they all quit), and he is not as familiar with the procedure of issuing and settling tasks as Hal and the others, at least he has been selling waist bags and backpacks for a long time, so he knows very well how to interact with these Scourges.
After sending the players away, Anthony calmed down and tremblingly sensed the mission information that the black magician had just given him in the branding matrix...
Yang asked him to arrange jobs and accommodation for these twelve half-blind women who still had some vision, help them get familiar with the environment of the exile town, and take care of their daily lives.
If these twelve women were subjected to abuse, including but not limited to being raped, then Yang would physically transform Anthony into a woman.
The two-meter-tall strong man knelt down instantly.
“Are you a devil——!!”
Anthony roared in the direction of the town hall from a distance.
