Brother Ruoran has his own understanding of what business gameplay is.
Most people subconsciously think that it is nothing more than territory construction and simulated management, but what if there is no territory for you to build at the beginning?
As soon as every demon player comes online, it is impossible for the system to give you a piece of land and then allow you to develop from scratch on this piece of land.
This requires every demon player to rely on their own strength and grow up in a demonic way on the abyss battlefield.
So how does a demon grow?
Naturally, you should do what the devil should do, and follow the devil's growth trajectory.
In these aspects, player exploration is still very shallow, and there are different opinions on the Internet. Based on his own experience and understanding, Brother Ruoran believes that the more "plot-oriented" gameplay is the correct answer.
Plot?
Newcomers will think that the mode in which a script is arranged, you only need to follow the prompts to talk and take corresponding steps, and watch the whole drama is the plot.
Older players have a deeper understanding.
In Canaan, players can create their own plots, go deep into the plots they create, and interact deeply with the characters in the plots. The plots they create can also be upgraded to universal plots, regional plots, and even world plots.
This has been introduced on the official website, but no player has ever achieved it.
Growing up in a devil's way is a kind of plot.
Demonic players need to discover opportunities and proactively look for them, instead of simply mindlessly running to the refresh area to upgrade monsters, or accept some rigid tasks, and just complete the tasks to gain experience.
In the past, it was okay to use devil disguises to disguise themselves as other races and professions when hanging out in the game area, but that is no longer possible. All new devil players have to go through the test of how to grow up in the abyss.
This test is difficult to pass.
Almost 80% of newbies are stuck at this level, like headless flies, unable to find the direction to get started, and are still wandering in the safe zone until now. As a 'reborn' veteran, Brother Ruoran will naturally not offend them.
Such a mistake.
Just like this mission.
A new player discovered a 'wild' demon's lair, and the system gave him two mission modes to choose from, one is to destroy, and the other is to sneak in. The new player is not stupid, just look at the monsters guarding outside.
Knowing how difficult the first option was, I chose to dive in.
Infiltrate, how to infiltrate?
His understanding was like being a thief, sneaking into the owner's house to steal things, and ending up as the corpse outside.
After his mission failed, the opportunity was left to the latecomers, but the players behind him were not as good as him. They chose the first option, forming a team of little devils to come here to spawn monsters. The end can be imagined, with the little devil's weak strength.
With his body and despicable statistics, he is like a group of goblins, and a single monster can wipe them all out.
Brother Ruoran is different.
He first spent two days observing, patiently and carefully observing this wild devil's camp.
I discovered that there was not just one demon here, but a team composed of many little demons and big demons.
After the order of the 97th floor of the abyss collapsed, many scattered demons became wild demons, just like after the collapse of the order of a kingdom, grassroots teams dreaming of "chasing the Central Plains" sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.
Since it is an 'entrepreneurial group', it is naturally 'thirsty for talents'. Brother Ruoran determined the action steps after a long period of observation.
The stone door opened, and a little devil appeared behind the door. If you look carefully, he is almost the same as Brother Ruoran, except for some inconspicuous details, such as the angle of the horns protruding from the forehead, the color, and the shape of the little devil's wings.
There is a slight difference in the opening and trembling frequencies.
"I won't die even if you die!" Brother Ruoran replied angrily, and walked into the door swaggeringly.
"What's the situation outside? Have the undead who claim to be players gone?" the little devil asked following him.
"They left a long time ago. Those things are as cowardly as goblins."
"Goblins?", the little devil screamed nervously: "Can goblins capture the entire plane?"
"Those are the senior professionals among them. These are just worm-like existences. Don't worry."
"The adults were just thinking about whether to move, and those things appeared like cockroaches, so many of them popped up at once."
…
Amid the little devil's chatter, Brother Ruoran passed through a long corridor and came to a crypt that looked like a main tomb.
What came into view was the flickering firelight. The small underground cave was filled with all kinds of dirty goods with questionable origins, including farm materials packed in tattered wooden boxes, and equipment left by demonic players on the battlefield.
There are food, cloth, water, ores, etc. in the material world, piled up everywhere.
On a throne stacked with more than a dozen wooden crates, a middle-level demon with an octopus head, a human body, and goat hooves sat cross-legged. He supported his chin with one hand and looked at the direction Brother Ruoran came from, with an unknown meaning flashing in his eyes.
of light.
"Lord Frog, Elt is back."
Report from the fellow little devil.
In the cave, the big devil acts as a guard, guarding the entrances to all directions. The little devil is packing up the goods on the floor. The scene reminds Ruoran of the Journey to the West that he watched when he was a child. The little monster transformed by Sun Wukong walks into a group of monsters.
The caves I saw were probably similar to what I see now.
"Elt Fili, you idiot!"
The middle demon didn't move, but his voice was like a giant dragon roaring. The whole cave was shaken and trembled. All the demons, big and small, stopped moving and looked over together.
"You're not Elt!?", the little devil Feili jumped a step away and stared at Brother Ruoran with hatred.
"Shut up!", the middle demon yelled at Feili, and then looked at Brother Ruoran: "Tell me your reason for coming!"
Brother Ruoran took off his disguise and was still a little devil, "I'm here to take refuge with you, sir."
"Take refuge in me?", the middle demon's eyes changed a little, "There are many demons among you, why do you want to take refuge in me?"
"The Demon King has issued a decree, and the demons under his command have to fend for themselves!" Brother Ruoran knelt down with a thump, "I really have no choice, please take care of me."
"Hey~", the middle demon sat up straight, "Why does your Lord Demon King...ah, there are too many of you?"
"Yes, sir, there are too many new demons for the Demon King to feed." Brother Ruoran took a few steps on his knees and went deep into his own plot with the acting skills of an Oscar winner.
"What's going on, tell me in detail!", the middle demon shouted loudly.
"It's like this...", and then it was a lie.
For an intelligent race like demons with "group memory", visitors from outside the territory are not uncommon. The famous mind flayers, eye demons, and dragons are all visitors from outside the territory, coming from another crystal wall system.
The original mind flayers and dragons were not what they are now. They went through a long period of "localization" and stabilized to form the current intelligent race.
Generally speaking, the intelligent races that can reach Canaan from the Trans-Crystal Wall System are naturally not mediocre. After being 'localized', their extraordinary characteristics will be retained. However, for the sake of balance, these creatures are secretly
The number of them is limited, as is the mind flayer, and so is the dragon.
Come to think of it...the same is true for this weird alien species?
Even though they look like demons, they look like demons, and they consider themselves demons - this is what the middle demon Diart thought.
Since we can't support such a large number of subordinates, it seems that we need to limit their number - localization?
The median devil has far more group memories than the big and small devils. Think about it, the result of your own brainstorming is that you think you have found the answer, so you calm down.
"That's it, sir, we were brought to this world inexplicably and became players. Actually, actually..."
"No need to say anything, I get it!" Diart interrupted Brother Ruoran's deception, "Are there many, uh... players like you?"
"...what do you mean?"
"I need more players to join me, yes, that's it, more, do you have any ideas?"
Brother Ruoran was stunned for a moment, "How much more do you want? If you let the wind out, your place can be submerged today. Do you believe it?"
But there was a troubled look on his face.
"What's the use of a little devil? I have plenty of work here. As many as you recruit, I will... I will give you the corresponding title and title."
ah!
Brother Ruoran almost failed, the title and title touched his sensitivity, and the system prompt also came, reminding him that the mission entered the second stage of free development.
Damn it.
He almost nodded in agreement.
"...I am happy to serve you, sir. You know that there are many idiots everywhere. Although your request is difficult, I will try my best to complete it."
"Very good!", the color of the ID logo on Diart's head changed, from the bright red of the monster, to dark blue. The system prompted that the first stage of the mission - lurking was completed, and the reward experience and promotion points were
(for promotion to Great Demon) also quickly failed.
Who would believe it?
Ten minutes later, Brother Ruoran walked out of the entrepreneurial group activity base with the 'activity funds' allocated by Dialt and the ID prefix - the chief liaison officer appointed by Lord Dialt. His identity camp had quietly changed, and he found
After joining the organization, he is no longer a grassroots little devil with no roots.
"Wow haha, I just said that time will turn things around!" Brother Ruoran laughed and sent a message to two friends, and posted a task to recruit players on the regional channel.
Abyss level 97 regional channel:
"La la la, la la la, I think back then, when my team just opened, there were only four or five people and seven or eight guns..."
"Liar, brothers, don't be fooled."
"I've never heard of anyone taking refuge in an NPC."
"He's not taking refuge in NPCs, he's taking refuge in monsters, brother."
"Is it a hostile camp?"
"Isn't it the same thing?"
"Chinese people cannot be trusted. Chinese people eat dogs, just like devils."
"Why didn't you say that people from the Han country eat more ferociously?"
"You don't care what I eat..."
"..."
There is a lot of messy news.
Speaking on the regional channel does not require an expensive world speaker, nor does it require 20 points of physical fitness, and there is no cooling time. It has become the hardest hit area for daily information such as trolling, bragging, quarreling, yelling, cheating, begging, team formation, and CP.
, you can’t watch it usually, and old players usually block it, and only go back and yell when needed.
The enthusiasm of the newcomers to speak was very high, especially the demon players.
The incomprehensible gameplay of racial professions, the extremely difficult introduction to business strategies, the boredom of being trapped in the abyss and not being able to enter the game area, and the hardship... The excitement and reserve of hidden professional races have long been worn away, and many people have committed suicide.
Come (hidden races have a chance to come back for free).
Of course, the news from the regional channel cannot be taken seriously.
Brother Ruoran's private chat window was quickly flooded, and many players who asked others not to be deceived sent recruitment messages with dissatisfaction, which made people sigh that people's hearts are sinister, and the involution among demon players has become so serious.
"Since you can still take refuge in monsters?"
Hu Xinmin smiled, closed his friend's private chat channel, and said to Zhang Miao, who was busy on his way.
The sun is shining brightly in the game area, which is a rare good weather. The York daddy's caravan departing from Punk City in the East City is composed of more than a dozen beasts of burden. The players have hundreds of guards above them, plus NPCs and two hundred
There were a lot of people walking on the path with dense forests on both sides.
Zhang Miao was not a guard, but had already gloriously entered the N caravan and became one of the small traders. He sat on the horse, built a pergola with his hands, looked at the distant mountains, and said: "Old Nie seems to be
Now that he's started, we don't have to worry about him. I hope we can open up a trade route that no one else has discovered this time."
"Difficult!" Hu Xinmin is a guard. He has no horse to ride. His own mount is fine for a short time. It is too expensive to travel for a long time. He is stingy about one thing and saves everything he can. "How many life and leisure players have trampled all the roads.
Now, how can I still have a chance for you?"
"It's different. There are some places they can't go to." Zhang Miao said, "No matter how strong your level is, the cost of hiring NPC guards is too high, and it's not something ordinary people can do."
"Then I wish you good luck."
"When I arrived at Jidong City, I walked towards the Hengduan Mountains. The enemy camp had a gap there. I heard that there were many NPCs from the neutral camp in the mountains..."
"Now the system encourages players to engage in business, which is a way to make a fortune. But if you want to get along well, the game will end soon. Don't you want to upgrade?"
"Whether you sharpen your sword or chop wood, you are nothing without money. We civilian players have to see the situation clearly... I estimate that it will become more and more difficult to upgrade in the future, and the post-game era is coming soon."
"Post-game era?"
"It means the public beta is about to begin."
"Shit, this is only the 6th test. Who knows if there are 70, 89, 11, 12? I'm guessing based on the system's urinary properties."
"No, at most the 9th beta will be an open beta. Maybe the 9th beta will be an open beta."
"How do you know?"
"Look, there are tens of millions of people online this time. It was one million people last time. Although it didn't reach this number in the end, how many people will be in the next test?"
"...There can't be 100 million people online, right?" I didn't think anything else, but Hu Xinmin was frightened when I said it.
"It's very possible... By then everyone will be a player, and everyone can play freely. What do you mean it's not a public beta?"
