Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

Chapter One Hundred and Three

In the town hall of the town of exile, Hal, who was sitting on a high-backed chair with one hand on the armrest and his cheek in his palm, lowered his head slightly, staring at his shadow blankly.

Through the faded shadows, he could see two overlapping images, but they could see a clear double image separately.

The undead in the picture is fighting with the devil in his heart just like last night.

A little different from last night... these undead battles are more structured, not like those undead fighting like last night.

The undead holding a shield knows how to restrict the movements of "Jim", the undead holding long swords, daggers, and long knives know how to attack "Jim"'s lower limbs, and those holding thick wooden staffs will use shallow black magic. To delay the action of "Jim".

Hal is not confused about how Yang made these fragile undead know how to use combat skills, and even the superficial black magic can be displayed. He, Tuttle, and Pansy have already come to the conclusion privately, these suspicious The undead of Tarantan are by no means ordinary undead, they are probably the big demon Yang summoned from an unknown demon world. Otherwise, there is no way to explain that these undead possess the intelligence that is close to or even better than that of ordinary people.

What is puzzled by Hal is that these mysterious undead should know that the monsters in the alienated spirit field are just the projection of someone's twisted spirit. Even if it is killed, it doesn't make any sense. Why are they so keen on doing such useless work?

If they have a certain persistence and must eliminate the monsters in the alienated spirit field, wouldn't it be more reliable to attack him than to have trouble with the twisted spirit projection?

It's impossible, these undead projected in and out of his twisted spirit so persistently, just to humiliate him...?

When Hal thought of this, he suddenly felt that maybe it was the truth.

But thinking about these undead having died so miserably in his twisted mental projection... He didn't feel like it.

These undead who are not afraid of death will still avoid death. When he lifts the knife and slashes them, they will always run away with all their strength.

Forget it, don't try to understand these guys.

Hal closed his eyes slowly, and after a while he opened his bloodshot eyes again, looking at the ghost in exhaustion.

He is numb.

Anyway, the most embarrassing aspect has been seen by so many undead, not to mention that guy Yang...just like a person forced to run, he was all sorts of mania and shame at the beginning, are you used to it, it feels like that.

He was even in the mood to comment on the offensive strategy of the undead... When the undead with the shield tried to jam "Jim" with their body, Hal couldn't help but uttered: "It's so stupid, idiot! That small body. What did you do?"

Before Hal had finished complaining, the aggressive undead crushed the heavy triple body of "Jim" and turned into white light and disappeared.

"Keep your distance-still on?!"

Another undead holding a shield rushed up to pick up the things dropped by his comrades, but was slapped by "Uncle Harrington".

Hal gave a "tsk".

When the two shields hung up, the rest of the undead also reacted and couldn't resist. They quickly dispersed, relying on the slow effect of black magic and "Jim" to circle around.

Hal couldn't help but shook his head.

The undead are persistently attacking "Jim", this strategy is really stupid.

This monster born out of Hal's twisted spirit, "Jim" is the subject, "Uncle Harrington" and "Oliv" are extensions of "Jim".

When the two sides go to war, who will bite the hardest bone first? Of course, break through from the weakest place first. If the undead really want to defeat this projection monster, they should attack "Oliv" and "Uncle Harrington" first.

In about three or four minutes, the undead team was destroyed one by one, the group was destroyed, and the ghost disappeared.

The undead in another ghost image, after persistently attacking "Jim" for more than ten minutes, seemed to have finally noticed that there was a problem with their offensive strategy, and instead tried to attack "Olif".

Unfortunately, they were a little late to change their offensive strategies. The undead holding the thick wooden staff were exhausted and could no longer use the black magic to slow the movement of "Jim", and it was still the end of the group.

Hal watched these undead stubbornly turning into white light at the last moment, still trying hard to attack what seemed to him to be a futile attack, feeling inexplicably complicated.

He really didn't understand why these undead would do such a meaningless thing-even if they were successfully killed, as long as the Void Realm was still there and his "body" was still there, this monster could still resurrect indefinitely.

"...It's stupid." Hal muttered to himself. "Sure enough, they are some brainless guys."

More than an hour later, when Hal was a little drowsy, these undead made a comeback again.

More than an hour later, these undead appeared again in Hal's alienated spiritual realm.

When Hal saw the two undead teams in the ghost image for the fourth time, Tuttle and Rex were asleep, and he was the only one in the room still awake.

These two teams of undead went back and forth, nothing else.

Hal could hear their quarrels, discussions, and cheer each other clearly, and even... remembered the names of some of the undead.

These weirdly formatted "names", a few of Hal still feel familiar, as if they have heard it many times; but he didn't care about these undead before, and he wanted to get rid of Yang and these guys soon, so he didn't take it much to his heart. go with.

His impression of these undead remained one-sided and thin, madness, chaos, and unreasonable for a long time-and now, Hal seemed to suddenly realize... It turns out that these undead also have sorrows and joys.

They are not as uniform as their uniform skeleton appearance, they have their own personalities.

Some undeads are cowardly and weak, easy to withdraw, some undead are optimistic and active, like to be reckless, and some undead are calm, intelligent and stable.

Under the command of the undead holding a thick wooden staff, these undead with their own personalities worked together to fight the devil in his heart. No one questioned the significance of doing this, and no one became a deserter.

Hal looked at them blankly, and the thoughts in his mind began to surge.

Yes, they are just doing useless work, defeating the twisted mental projection that manifests in the void is meaningless.

But... won't it make sense to win?

How much is meaningful in a person's life?

Hasn't he done a lot of meaningless things himself?

Wanting to win and paying for wanting to win is a meaning in itself.

Hal, who was extremely tired and in a state of subtle relaxation, suddenly felt relieved.

Hal was taken aback.

It seems...something that has been pressing on his heart for a long time has been removed, and he just feels relieved all over.

Hal sat up slowly, looking at his body in surprise.

The exhaustion that had not rested for two consecutive nights was quickly fading, and he could feel that his energy was quickly returning to his body.

Not only the physical briskness, but also mentally, he also feels clearer than ever.

It's like waking up naturally after enough sleep, full of energy, full of energy, and full of energy.

The light in the house is not enough. The lanterns hung on the wall can only illuminate the area within four meters from the wall. The place a little further away is shrouded in darkness and cannot be seen.

But at this moment, it seemed that Hal's eyesight had suddenly increased, and even the spider hiding in the shadow of the closet and clinging to the ground could see clearly.

Hal was stunned, realizing what had happened.

His inspiration... has improved!

His mental power is also improving!

The powerful mental power of high-level spellcasters can achieve the effect of real strengthening the body and complete the extraordinary transformation of physical ability; there is no high-level spellcaster, and the professional level of Hal, only in inspiration and spiritual power Only when you ascend can you enjoy the short-term pleasure of being fed back by your body.

On the one hand, he was inexplicably happy, on the other hand, Hal felt a dull pain in his heart.

That's it... That's it.

It turned out that he himself always knew where the problem was with him.

He is not really inferior to others. The suffering he has suffered has long been enough to smooth out the gap in talent. He shouldn't even be able to find the "door" there. He couldn't have let Thunder. The kind of hairy boy who is more than ten years younger than him rides on his head...

It's all because-he gave up on his own.

He cleverly divided everything into valuable and worthless.

Even if he tried his best, he couldn't do it, even if he won the victory in an embarrassing way, it didn't make any sense, and even if he succeeded, he didn't see any benefit. He himself regarded it as worthless.

He hid his incompetent, cowardly, cowering, and cowardly side under the "smartness" of "not doing stupid things."

He can actually save Jim. At that time, if Jim let everyone be a worker and go the right way, it would bring danger to Jim. The people in the gang have already begun to be dissatisfied with Jim... Other teenagers can't see this kind of undercurrent. , How could he not see? !

He is the young master of the Maxwell family, he has been learning this stuff when he is sensible!

He was sorry for Uncle Harrington, but it was actually not without remedy at that time-he just turned his head and took responsibility for his aunt and cousin, and spent ten or twenty years for his youth. Frivolity atonement will do.

But he didn't do that.

He fooled himself with the idea of ​​having lofty ideals, wanting to stand out, and not being dragged down by women and children, in the final analysis, but he himself did not dare to face too heavy pressure.

Olive...the same.

He could have given her a hand, even if it wasn't from the standpoint of an admirer.

Hal stared at the ghost in a daze. He didn't see the undead in his eyes. What dangled from his eyes and kept reappearing in his mind. It was no longer the painful past, but...the ugly him. Own.

It's not that he was forced to be a scumbag or a villain, he was not so sad.

No one forced him, it was just that he himself felt that being a scumbag, being a villain was a little easier.

"This is, face oneself..."

Hal relaxes his tight body, puts his elbows on the armrests again, and rests his chin with his palms.

There is no discomfort in his body, only unprecedented briskness.

It's just that the pain in his heart is so painful that he can't even express his emotion of pain in any form.

Yang didn't make a mistake. He, who couldn't even look directly at himself, really didn't have the right to claim to be...strong.

The undead in the ghost image are still fighting with the demons projected by his twisted spirit. After repeated lessons of group annihilation, their attacking rhythm is more decent, and preliminary results have been achieved... "Oliv" The remnant body was wiped out by them.

The undead were very excited, cheering each other loudly and attacking more actively.

Hal's gaze fell on the remnant of "Olif" that was slowly disintegrating in the picture.

"I'm sorry...I am actually not qualified to adore you."

"Not even qualified to keep you in my heart."

When Rex woke up with a yawn, the sky had brightened.

"Is there no undead looking for me all night again..." Rex looked out the window with a complicated mood. He was already prepared, and he was actually stubbed by his appetite. This felt very painful.

Withdrawing his gaze, Rex saw... Hal's face.

Rex suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Hal is a very uncomfortable and aggressive person. Even if he gives people a good face, his eyes are like measuring the value of others.

But now... Rex looked at Hal who was on the diagonally opposite chair, and he felt that this guy had become like a person...

"Have you seen enough?" Hal said unhappily.

"Disrespectful." Rex turned his face quickly.

It is estimated that he was confused. When did the band leader of thieves behave like a human being.

"Go and eat something, just go back." Hal stood up on the armrest.

On the way from the town hall to Life Alley, they met again the undead who went to Cross Street in twos and threes.

The attitude of these undead... is completely different from yesterday morning. They are in such a good mood that the round skull tops are shining, and they waved happily at them: "Morning, Harsan~"

"What's the matter with these guys?" Tuttle asked in confusion.

"They defeated my mental projection." Hal said expressionlessly.

"This is something to be happy about?" Tuttle frowned. If the mental projection is defeated, it will be completely wiped out. As long as the guy Yang brings the Void Air Breath over, how much of those **** things will be resurrected in the alienated spiritual realm Any time.

"Who knows." Hal said indifferently, "they just want to be happy."

It's not just Rex now, even Tuttle's eyes looking at Hal are a little weird.

Something is wrong, something is wrong! According to Hal's character, shouldn't it be right to laugh at this group of undead being so stupid and doing nothing in vain? !

Who are you! You are not Hal!

Westham’s sewers that have been blocked for many years are more difficult to clean up than everyone imagined. Yesterday, Rex brought the more than 20 young and strong prisoners to dig for a day and even the sewers of a small alley were not cleaned. , Today must be more hands-on.

But it will be more troublesome to manage if there are more people. After all, the security team does not have many manpower and has to work in shifts. If one is left unattended, these guys whose eyes are all green are likely to escape or run to wherever residents. Misfortune will bring disaster to others at home.

Rex was picking up how many people with Ji Tang to take care of when Coolie came over...Hal quietly leaned over to him.

"Just ask the undead for help with a task of overseeing." Hal said coldly. "Let the undead clean up the disgusting sewers. They may not be willing to be an overseer. It should be no problem."

Rex: "???"

Not to mention that Rex was shocked, Ji Tang, who was about to come up with the same idea, had a little straight eyes.

They didn't think of Hal's suggestion, but... Does this guy know how to think about others and help others? !

Hal ignored them, gave advice and turned away, yelling at the detainees who were dishonestly lining up and wanted to grab other people's food.

Rex & Ji Tang: "..."

"Hal seems a little weird these past few days?" Ji Tang asked tentatively, "He wasn't in this style before."

"I think so too." Rex looked confused.

Seeing that Rex couldn't figure it out, Ji Tang brought the topic to the task of supervisor...

This group of natives has a little bit of the player’s context and knows that the players are keen on tasks with freshness, but in terms of understanding of the players, it is still Ji Tang, a Chinese person who has a say-Rex wants to make this oversight task Directly sent to the casual party among the players, Ji Tang directly rejected it, and instead persuaded him to send the task to the blood alliance party.

Soon, the big brothers of the two players, Brother Lahong and Vanilla Pudding, who received the directional task, happily rushed over with the reorganized monster spawning team...

The detainees in the headquarters of the Aboriginal militia team are not good civilians. They have been tossed by these fierce ex-thiefs for many days and they haven’t been honestly there. The casual players who are generally salted fish can really be suppressed. Gotta take it.

If you want the Blood League to do this kind of non-exciting, non-monstering task, you can give enough rewards and incentives to complete the task-as an overseer for an hour, give 50 points of territory reputation, and subdue a prisoner trying to escape with 100 territory reputation. This group of blood alliances Ensure that the supervision tasks can be arranged properly!

Ji Tang had already seen the success of the pioneering wasteland of the Inner Demon on the forum before he went online. The two teams led by Entropy had killed the monsters in the Inner Demon and successfully cleared the level.

The system prompts for "full server" players also clearly marked the clearance rewards: all players who participated in the killing of instanced BOSS can get an opportunity to enchant and strengthen existing equipment.

This number of enchantments can be reserved for use when you get good equipment, or you can accumulate it and use it later when you have multiple enhancement opportunities.

For example, a member of the Wasteland Reclamation Elite Team gives me medicine. If he is willing to use up the number of enchantments now, he can take his crit dagger to Lao Yang and give him the dagger that originally has the crit attribute. Added a new special effect affixes such as breaking damage, crit bleed, poisoning, probability to interrupt the cast, etc.-which special effect you can choose!

Other games require krypton gold to enhance the best equipment, and there is a probability that the weapon will explode if the enhancement fails; this game not only does not require krypton gold, but it can also be 100% successful. If Ji Tang is really a player, then he might organize a team. I've done it...

Clearing the dungeon can strengthen the best equipment. To obtain the best equipment, you need to take the territorial reputation and go to the Undead Chamber of Commerce (players have been exhausted by the bad setting of spawning and not exploding equipment), and even the materials that can be exchanged for territorial reputation have increased in price. Quests that directly give prestige to the territory must be popular!

Watching the undead happily escorting a group of prisoners to do coolies, Rex hesitated, bit the bullet and asked Ji Tang: "I'm a little curious...Why are you only interested in Hal's alienated spiritual realm? ?"

Ji Tang, who was just about to leave, almost slipped...

Just...even if he is not a pure player, it would be dumbfounding for the "NPC" to ask you why you didn't come to beat me in this instance...

"Uh, I didn't participate in the dungeon land reclamation, but listening to what other people said, it seems that it is because Hal's Inner Demon Secret Realm is easier to fight... and you can see the monsters when you enter." Ji Tang endured a strong sense of violation and explained road.

Rex fell silent, unbearably curious and said: "What is my...heart demon like?"

Ji Tang: "..."

It turns out that even the indigenous people who acted as "materials" don't know what their demons are like? !

Wait! !

Lord Yang Bie didn't force these natives to act as "materials", right? !

Speaking of it, it is indeed the successful use of Hal’s demonic monster to coerce Hal into submission!

The "story" of the "Heart Demon Secret Realm" is the privacy of these indigenous people ashamed of being outsiders-you really are not a kind, lord Yang!

Ji Tang's stomach is turbulent to complain~ When he exits, it becomes: "Hehe...I haven't been in, I don't know, or I will come back and ask for you?"

Caroline walked out of the house in the early morning, hurried to the north end of Martin Street, and entered the alley between Martin Street and the residential area to the north.

There are not many households in this alley. The idle empty houses are an important playground for the children in the town. When Caroline was a teenager, she used to go in and out with children of all ages, in the abandoned empty houses. Pick a fairly clean room and create a secret base that belongs only to their small group.

In the dilapidated old house that was used as a secret base by so many children, the three young people who returned from the car with Caroline yesterday were already waiting inside.

"Sorry, I'm late." Caroline took off her headscarf and said apologetically, "My mother said a lot to me last night and I overslept."

"It's okay, we've just arrived." A young man who was black now and looked strangely excited waved his hand, "How are you doing this evening?"

"I don't know how to say it." Another taller young man smiled bitterly. "It seems that Westem doesn't look much different from before, but it makes me feel very strange."

"I think so too." The last little boy said with a confused expression. "A few years ago my family paid a great price to send me to Inner Deli as an apprentice, but now my mother says... Hope I can come back."

"Did your mother say that?" The black young man said with joy as if he had found the same kind. "My grandma also said that I don't have to go to Inner Deli, especially after my uncle came back last night-he was there. After a day of odd jobs on the main road in the town, I brought back thirty copper coins!"

"Hey, calm down, do you still remember why we agreed to meet today?" the tall young man said quickly, "Don't say you are also possessed."

"As long as you can get money at work, what does it matter if you are obsessed?" The black young man immediately said, "Allen, you and I have been working in the factory for so long, and there are only eight silver coins a month. To pay a silver coin to the union, even if you don’t use gas in the dormitory and work hard, you will spend two or three silver coins on living expenses every month. You can’t save much money. It’s better to stay in the town and do odd jobs.”

"How long can you do odd jobs? Can you keep doing it?" the tall young man named Allen asked rhetorically. The people are very nice, but who knows how long Mr. Rex can be the mayor? He can only become the new lord with the support of a black mage. If anyone likes Westham, this It’s the best excuse to start a territorial war against Mr. Rex. Are there any sordidities among these nobles in the newspapers?"

"Can we manage those things? Why bother about the things that don't know how long it will happen?" The black young man said impatiently, "If there is a chance to make money, then make the money first, and miss it. You are stupid."

The little boy was worried that they would quarrel, and hurriedly persuaded: "Allen, Simon, stop fighting, and listen to Caroline's thoughts."

Allen and the goalkeeper with dark circles looked at Caroline at the same time.

"I..." Caroline hesitated, gritted her teeth, "I want to stay."

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