Chapter 50 50 The quality of this new batch of newcomers is good, quack quack
Chapter 50 50. The quality of this new batch of newcomers is good, quack quack
The dungeon test ended half an hour later with Murphy leaving with the harvest from the entire vault. The Meow Meow trio, who were almost overwhelmed by the despair tokens, were completely exhausted.
They were carried out of the "Monster Wild Area" one by one by Murphy.
The situation of the other two teams is similar.
Under the "protection" of the eldest lady and Mrs. Adele, although no one of the little players died, they all collapsed there after being thrown back to the forward defense line established by Maxim and the Self-Rescue Army.
The decentralization of the recruits' armor and supporting weapons has improved their combat effectiveness. Unfortunately, such an improvement did not change the essential difficulty under the impact of a huge number of monsters. However, because of the unique experience value and upgrade system design of "Real Alien"
, resulting in the more intense the battle, the better the young players’ skill proficiency and power control.
After clearing the dungeon in one session, the average person was promoted to a level.
This efficiency is no exaggeration.
The gains from the eldest lady and Mrs. Adele were also amazing. There were no armors or weapons in the vaults of these three families, but there were a large amount of various materials stored in them.
There are everything from strong and durable cloth rolls to leather specially made for armor, even ordinary dwarf gunpowder used to make explosives and various metal parts obtained from black traders.
According to the statistics of the eldest lady, the combined supplies of the four basements just meet the consumption of the two centurions for their long-term activities.
This should be the family’s original plan!
After Cadman City was invaded, family guards were sent to fight the invaders in the lower city and fight in the streets. Unfortunately, fate is not as good as man.
The invasion of Cadman City did happen, but the street fighting and the like were simply nonsense.
The enemy directly used weapons of mass destruction, and a wave of thieves were directly defeated by the Blood Eagle Clan.
What era are we in, and are we still engaging in traditional street fighting?
It’s long past due!
"The time is tight, so there are still some supplies in the basement that we can't take away in time."
Murphy stood by the defense line and said to the young players who were sitting cross-legged, eating dry food, drinking water and resting:
"If you still have energy in the future, you can come to me to collect the blood of the members of the Blood Eagle Clan as a tool to open the secret vault, and then try to go back to the vault to search again. You may be able to find various supplies that can be used by you.
Taste.
I know it's hard, warriors.
But at this difficult stage, we must learn to make rational use of all the resources at hand."
"Um?"
These words made Brother Mew Miao blink his eyes, he bumped the Happy Stick next to him who was maintaining the firearm with his shoulder, and whispered:
"This sounds like the rhythm of the daily dungeon. It seems that the dungeon test went well."
"It's so smooth! These NPCs are so picky. We escorted them in, but they didn't even let us go into the basement to search."
Happy Stick complained distressedly:
"How can I replenish the ammunition I shot out in this trip? I really regret choosing the gunner profession. I just learned from my chat with Maxim that in Transia, except for a place called Xiko City in the north, there are no other places in Transia.
There are very few firearms in circulation.
Most people in the Cadman area like to use crossbows. It's crazy.
Fortunately, Miss Miriam can maintain and simply modify the shotgun, otherwise I would really have given up my heart."
"Meow meow, stop whispering there and come quickly."
Relying on his ability to recover quickly, San Wudou, a "physical monster", had already picked up his heraldic shield and shouted to his boss:
"The basement mission is over, but the rescue mission hasn't been completed yet. While the monsters you just killed haven't refreshed yet, go in and take a walk. Our main rescue mission has a time limit, and there are only 48 hours left.
.”
"Damn! I won't let anyone rest."
There was a commotion on the student side, scolding the game for making fatigue so real, but they still grabbed their weapons and formed their own teams. Taking advantage of the area ahead of them to "spawn monsters", they entered the basement again to search for those survivors.
A young militiaman on the defense line watched dumbly as Lord Murphy's warriors walked into the ominous place talking and laughing. He swallowed and whispered to the people around him:
"These mountain people from the north, aren't they afraid of death? They just came out of those monsters to fight, but they didn't even rest."
"They are Lord Murphy's warriors!"
The deep voice of Maxim, the commander of the Cadman Self-Rescue Army, came from behind, causing the young militiaman to shrink his head.
The scene of Maxim's cold execution of seven deserters in the survivor camp last night was still etched in his mind, making everyone very frightened by the impression of this strange and ruthless albino blood servant.
But at this moment, Maxim did not scold the militiamen under his command.
He held the poisonous psychic blade named "Ambition and Dream" that he found in the basement and watched the players disappear into the rolling shadows of the astral realm in front of him.
With strong emotion and a certain tone of respect, he said to the young militiamen around him:
"Their contempt for death is worth learning from all of us. They are true warrior examples! I have fought alongside them, but I still don't have a clear understanding of the limits of their will.
They never seem to feel afraid.
It is true that only such people are worthy of the title of ‘warriors’. Compared with them, we are far behind.
You continue to stay here!"
Maxim took a rest after fighting all night last night and felt that he had recovered a little. He said to the three captains under his command:
"I'm going in to search for survivors. If I see you retreating when I come back, commit suicide! Master Murphy doesn't need cowards under his command!"
After saying that, the blood servant warrior grabbed a sturdy veteran's shield and held it in his hand. As the militiamen watched in awe, he followed the footsteps of the players and disappeared into the churning shadow of the star realm.
Although less than fifteen days have passed since he started following Lord Murphy, the battles Maxim has experienced have surpassed many self-proclaimed veterans in terms of scale and intensity.
He is a talented swordsman to begin with. Years of training and the blessing of will have made his progress no less than that of players.
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the Black Iron Body, and although he said that he didn't care about Mrs. Adele becoming the heir of Lord Murphy, the addition of that powerful and indifferent lady still gave him a lot of trouble.
Maxim brought great pressure.
He must become the sharpest sword of loyalty under Lord Murphy. For this reason, he naturally cannot be afraid of those dangers.
He wants to learn from the players!
——
At noon, in a hidden place under the defense line of the ruined city wall, Tris, who was wearing a bright red cloak and a slim red skirt that she didn't know where she came from, was curiously looking at Murphy who was about to cast a spell.
She was very interested in the "Summoning Technique of Warriors from Another World" that little Murphy said.
After hearing that little Murphy had once again established contact with the creatures from another world and was going to summon them to this world today, she came to visit.
Of course it’s not just a simple visit.
Tris held an exquisite "dog tag" in her hand. Under Murphy's guidance, she made the most classic soldier badge design, hung on a silver chain and embellished with some vampire-style runes.
These are all psychic items that Tris has just made.
It is the alchemy object that provides life breath detection cover and stable physical projection for Murphy's alien warriors. The principle is not complicated, but it requires extremely high alchemy skills to make.
At least the eldest lady cannot make so many psychic dog tags in such a short period of time.
This also fully proves that Tris is indeed a former big boss hidden under her covert appearance, and the problem that caused Murphy's headache was solved with a casual move.
"These things will actively absorb free spiritual energy to help your warriors better stabilize their physical projections, and can maintain their corpse state for at least three hours after their death to avoid being discovered.
The spell attached to it will alert them when they are being scouted by others, and it will bleed more when injured but will not actually make them any weaker.
According to your request, everything is designed to make them more 'real', so I sacrificed the protective spells this thing should have."
Tris handed Murphy a handful of dog tags.
she says:
"They can engrave their names on it themselves, which is not difficult, and it is easy to recycle, but if it is damaged, it needs to be remade."
"Thanks."
Murphy whispered.
As a result, Tris lightly knocked her on the head, and she pouted and said:
"If you say 'thank you' to me again, I will beat you up! You are my blood descendant. This is what I should do for you. Now stop talking nonsense and let me see how your summoning spell works. I have to
Eliminate possible hidden dangers."
"Um."
Murphy felt a little nervous at this moment.
He himself knew that this was not a summoning spell at all, but a cheat that came with the test administrator system, but there was nothing he could do if Tris wanted to see it.
He could never refuse Tris's request.
Whether it's spending money on wine or can can need.
Murphy took a deep breath, performed a common spell-casting action for summoning spells, and then activated his summoning speciality, bringing together 24 pink and tender little cuties from another world who had received invitation codes and game helmets.
The summons comes to oneself.
The whole process is no different from before.
The tall, short, fat and thin bodies of the players were still outlined in the dancing psychic lines. Everything seemed normal to him, but Tris's gaze under her hood became more and more profound.
Just now, she really felt that Murphy's spiritual energy quietly opened the connection between the material world and a strange plane in a way that she could not understand at all.
The smoothness was something she had never seen before!
This fully proves that Murphy said that he himself cannot understand the principle of this summoning. It should be true. This level of summoning has already exceeded the skills that the definition of "alien summoning" can accommodate.
It can even be called a unique talent!
Perhaps, my little Murphy really received some kind of "blessing" from the star realm or even the more mysterious and profound subspace because of the evil accident carefully set up by Salokdar.
"You must hide your abilities!"
Tris put her hand on Murphy's shoulder and whispered in a very serious tone:
"Can't be seen by others.
Maxim's loyalty to you can be confirmed, but Miriam is a threat! I guess that girl Femis must have guessed the truth. Although her talent in psychic abilities is not as good as mine, it is still very high.
You have to find a way to get them to keep your secrets.
This is about your life!
The Tower of the Ring, the Giant Tree of Castile, the Church of the Winter Wolf, even the Sun and Moon Priests of the distant Songhai Empire, the dragon-born warlocks living in the ancient country of Calum in the East.
As long as there are qualified psychic users on this continent, they will be extremely interested in your talent.
You are almost the only person I have heard of so far who can establish such a stable connection with another world. You are an excellent and unique specimen.
That's enough to put you at risk."
"I know."
Murphy put his hand on Tris's shoulder and said:
"I will protect myself. Now I have to have a conversation with my new warriors. I will say it in their language. Do you want to continue to listen?"
"I have this, I can translate it."
Tris picked up the calculation orb that Murphy gave her, but Murphy just shrugged.
The translation function of this orb is fuzzy translation.
Murphy relied on the powerful function of the test administrator system to modify the parameters. Fuzzy translation will filter out all information that should not be heard by "NPCs".
Especially information about the truth about another world.
Therefore, unless Tris learns the language of these "foreigners" from scratch, it is impossible for her to fully understand the origins of these people and some of their habits and traditions.
Learn Chinese and Mandarin from scratch without the guidance of a dictionary or a tutor.
Gee, this level of difficulty is already comparable to becoming a psychic master, right?
The figures of 24 little players have been outlined, including 23 men and one girl.
Players opened their eyes for the first time in this world in the gentle dissipation of the white light of the game helmet, and they woke up after taking their first instinctive breath.
What comes into view is a dilapidated city.
Farther away, the rolling and ominous astral shadow covered the sky, blocking all sunlight. The oppressive atmosphere and the wind full of dirty spiritual energy blew over, causing the players in the first row to subconsciously raise their hands to cover their eyes.
Then they saw the incomparable real details on the fingers, the folds of the skin, the touch of the nails and even the clear hand hairs.
When you raise your hand, you can block the blowing sand in front of you. The incomparably realistic touch and the sense of the world in your five senses make all doubts about this so-called 100% real world disappear at this moment.
"Fuck!"
"Awesome!"
"66666"
“Thai pants are hot!”
All kinds of screams and exclamations sounded, and Murphy was already used to it.
He felt the spiritual weakness in his body, and looked at the little players jumping around in front of him with a satisfied smile, like kindergarten children going out for an outing. He did not think there was anything wrong with them, but felt that the quality of this batch of new players was
really not bad.
At least I didn't take off my pants as soon as I got up like a good pigeon.
For Murphy, who is in urgent need of manpower, this is really enough now. He can run, jump and talk, and each one is as full of energy as fresh leeks sprouting, making people full of the urgent desire to pull out the seedlings and encourage them to grow.
This is already the case, what else do you need a bicycle for?
But for Tris, this scene was filled with a strange atmosphere that was difficult to understand. For example, with these guys in front of her, she looked at a tall man lying on the ground licking the dirt.
