Chapter 55 As expected, the citizens of Thunder City are all soft-legged shrimps
Principal Alvin of Demon King Academy is indeed very knowledgeable about events. As expected, the citizens of Thunder City are all soft-footed shrimps.
Following Sheriff Adlai, Mr. Jack of the Underground also seizes the future.
Furthermore, this person doesn’t seem to have put in much effort on his own? Suddenly I had enlightenment.
Luo Yan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that his hidden attribute charm value was actually one of the higher?
Wrong.
There seems to be no doubt about this.
In short, Luo Yan is quite satisfied with his work, although he is far from being complacent yet.
The top priority is to regain the first floor of the maze as soon as possible, and the best window for a decisive battle with the four-legged snakes is three days later.
According to his calculations, there will be more than 100 players rushing to Black Iron by then!
After experience in the maze, these players have become enough to form effective combat effectiveness!
Not only that, as long as the net gain of faith points within three days is above 1,000, he will be able to blast out another wave of cannon fodder soldiers by then!
As for now, he has to practice the dragon language he just learned and master a few more unexpected trump cards...
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In late autumn, the air is crisp and clear, and the suburbs of Yinsong Town are a brilliant golden color.
The busiest season of the year has just passed, and the festival to celebrate the harvest is coming soon. People finally have a smile on their tense faces, and they feel more grateful when they pray to the gods.
Praise to Saint Sis.
Praise to the omnipotent emperor.
Thanks to the holy light that shines all over the world, barns can be filled with wheat, fruits can be hung on the vines, newborns can be born, and Silverpine Town can enjoy peace and tranquility.
Without the Demon King, this fertile land would be closer to heaven.
Holding a hoe covered with mud, Old Abel walked from a piece of golden land to another piece of bumpy muddy land.
70% of the wheat fields in Silverpine Town belong to the baron, and 30% belong to the church. Only the scattered vegetable fields truly belong to the local farmers themselves, so Old Abel is particularly concerned about those green little cuties.
Every time after finishing work on the lord's territory, he would come here to stay with his little babies for a while, and looked forward to sitting in front of the fireplace with his family and enjoying delicious pumpkin porridge.
That is happiness that adventurers will never experience.
He felt extremely proud and proud of this.
Hence, when his youngest son said something stupid like "he wants to be a great adventurer when he grows up," he slapped his buttocks with a belt without saying a word.
What is wrong with it?
If you have to be the kind of guy who has a life to make money but not a life to spend money, he may die in the corner of the maze one day and no one will know.
As for the bad things about adventurers, he can talk about it for three days and three nights without stopping.
However, starting from last night, he suddenly didn't have so much confidence.
Eight hundred people died in the maze, including his neighbors.
The lord didn't even look at them. Only the kind priest gave the poor families some compensation.
At this time, Abel would think deeply. Although being an adventurer is not a good profession, being a tenant farmer of a lord may not be that good either...
At this time, there was a sudden movement from the edge of the farmland in the distance. The fence on the ridge seemed to have been knocked down by something, making a rustling sound.
Abel, who was tending the vegetable garden, immediately became alert and tightened his grip on the hoe in his hand.
"Damn it...it's probably a wild boar again!"
This thing is not something that a hoe can deal with.
He cursed, quickly turned around and returned to the wooden house next to him, took out a flintlock gun and hurriedly loaded it, then trotted towards the direction where the noise came from.
"Get out! You pumpkin-stealing beast!"
In order to prevent the neighbor's children from causing trouble, he did not shoot first, but shouted first to scare the prey out.
I seemed to have heard his voice. There was a commotion in the field, but it turned out that a figure stood out.
Looking at the man in the cloak, Abel was slightly startled.
Although the fact that the other party did not have a pumpkin in his hand made him calm down a little, he still couldn't show much kindness when he saw this refugee-like appearance.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! What are you doing here? You're sneaky!"
Refugees are different from adventurers.
Although the latter does not have a serious job, he is registered at least. It is not that he is really out of money and he will not steal from farmers. But the former is different. They usually eat wherever they go, and there may even be unclean demons in the team.
If he is not cruel, the other party is likely to think that he is easy to bully and stay here.
Especially those guys with cat ears, rabbit ears, and bear ears, they are not a good thing anyway.
The man did not answer, but turned around silently and faced him.
The moment he saw the face under the cloak, Abel was stunned at first, and then he felt as if he had seen a ghost——
No!
That's absolutely it!
"Undead! Undead!!!"
He screamed and threw away the musket in his hand, and ran towards the town in a rolling and crawling manner. Because he ran in such a hurry, both shoes on his feet ran away.
Watching the farmer's back retreating, Yiye Zhiqiu lowered his head and glanced at Huwan beside him.
"I thought he just told me to raise my face... Am I that scary?"
Hunted by the fence, Huwan's eyes were subtle.
"It's okay... just think about me, you'll be satisfied."
He is less than one meter tall.
Not only does WeChat have twice as many steps as others, a slightly higher cover can completely block his vision.
He has begun to regret choosing this bad race.
Just change it to another one next time you reincarnate...
The two of them originally just came to see what human towns looked like, whether they were high-rise buildings or scattered bungalows. Unexpectedly, they scared each other half to death as soon as they met. But having said that, this game is too realistic. The crops are not just stickers, but actually grow according to the real solar terms!
If he weren't wearing VR glasses, he couldn't help but wonder if he had traveled through time...
This place is not suitable for staying for a long time.
Ye Zhiqiu stepped forward, put on a pair of shoes, threw the musket to Hu Wan, and two skeletons, one tall and one short, hurriedly left the scene of the crime.
The NPCs in the enemy camp are not very friendly, and there are no subtitles built into the game.
Before they can communicate, they had better stay as far away from human towns as possible...
Yiye Zhiqiu and Huwan patted their butts and headed towards the swamps and coastline in the southwest, but the noise they made caused a sudden wave of waves.
A clothed skeleton appeared in the suburbs. For the residents of Silverpine Town who had just witnessed the undead at the entrance of the maze not long ago, it was difficult not to sting their sensitive nerves.
Especially since the militia regiment has suffered heavy losses recently, the town's defense force is quite empty.
Not long after the two players left, the militiamen on duty nearby rushed to the scene.
Looking at the farmland that seemed to have no damage, Hebal, who had just been quickly promoted to the position of captain, patted Abel on the shoulder comfortingly.
"Brother, you are lucky. You just lost a pair of shoes when you ran away. What I lost last time was a shield... By the way, did you see my shield in their hands?"
What he lost was not just a pair of shoes, but also a musket that the lord had placed here.
But as long as the reason is explained clearly, the weapon was indeed lost while defending the farmland, and the lord would not ask him to pay for it.
Only those shoes are his own.
This is a necessary procedure.
Although he also knew that it was better to expect adventurers to save money to buy a house than to expect the old farmer to spit out any reliable news.
In short, with Old Abel blushing and his nose getting redder, the nearby post finally figured out the shape of the skeleton.
Hideous!
Insidious!
And cunning!
Just like the minions of the devil!
Old Abel tried his best to use all the words he could imagine to use on the devil in his life.
After all, losing your shoes is a trivial matter, but being scared away by an ordinary undead would be a lifelong shame.
The news was quickly reported layer by layer.
Finally the news reached Sheriff Adlai's ears, and the clothed skeleton turned into a clothed lich as expected.
Sitting at the desk, Adlai rubbed his chin with his index finger and looked at the trembling subordinates in the office casually.
The lich...
It should be the servant of that Lord, right?
If that's the case, there's nothing to worry about.
Whether it is his mentality or his stance, the person sitting here is no longer the same person he was before.
Throwing the report into the drawer, Adlai yawned and said casually.
"What should I think? An old farmer saw an undead. It's not a big deal. Let's disperse."
"No, it's not a big deal?!"
Standing in front of the desk, Hebal looked at the boss in front of him in surprise, wondering why he didn't see him in the pub yesterday...
It seemed like he drank more than himself.
Looking at this ignorant guy, Adlai curled his lips in disdain.
"It's just an undead. Do you think an old farmer can recognize what a lich is? I've never seen that thing... I bet that the smartest undead he has ever seen in his life is probably his father who can't afford to bury him after he dies."
Several captains looked at each other, and one of them whispered.
"But, sir...he swore to Saint Sith, saying that the undead was indeed wearing clothes, and it seemed that the sheets and curtains were torn off somewhere. Obviously, this was definitely not the attire he wore when he was alive——"
< br/> "Obviously, some unlucky refugee died, and then turned into an undead because of something in his heart."
Adlai waved his hand impatiently, dismissing the suspicious suspicion.
"Okay, what I say is a small matter is a small matter! I will talk to Father Matt later... and the Adventurer's Guild, is this no problem?"
If it weren't for the heavy losses in the previous battle, he really didn't want to promote these guys who have no vision.
How about...
I'll ask His Majesty the Demon King for some ghouls next time.
Not just the church, he also wanted to put a few obedient guys into the militia.
Hmm.
If possible, it would be nice to arrange a few in the town office.
After seeing the leader say this, several captains looked at each other and finally nodded reluctantly.
It is indeed the priest's job to appease the dead.
Although I don't know why the boss suddenly became so calm, it seems that this is the only way...
(End of this chapter)