Xia Niming's expression froze instantly! His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
This is obviously a forum for people who love learning. It makes people bald and their hairline moves, but these idiots don't study, they chat like crazy, and their skills are much more mature than before. He becomes sluggish, and it feels like the world has become abnormal.
the illusion.
The people around were instantly entertained.
If you stop talking, are you beginning to doubt life?
This wave of operations is awesome! The hidden master is revealed. This is an amplified move, which makes the scalp numb.
"Coach, I want to learn to be funny!"
"Hiss! This sand sculpture has profound skills and has reached the realm of transformation. It has been practiced for countless armors. It is so terrifying! Don't mess with it!"
Although many people are making trouble, they are all peripheral netizens who cannot participate and are helping to pass the time out of boredom. Others who can help are taking action.
The fastest movers are the major research institutes. Their first reaction is to let the player survive in the doomsday wasteland, and then find some mechanical armors, disassemble them and take screenshots for them to study.
Although this may not necessarily gain much knowledge, after all, magic machines use magic power, but no matter how little technology there is, it is enough to make them move.
And, the best thing is to look for survivors in the wasteland, look for mechanical engineering scientists, and get the principles from his memories.
"Start analyzing the released species pictures and information! Look for monsters that can fuse bloodlines and create gene fusion potions!"
Under the white paper lights, countless people were walking, waiting in full formation.
On the other side, cultivation matters are still on the agenda. After all, it is difficult to complete in a short time. Xia Niming is still very weak and relies on Du Xue to gain a foothold at this time.
Inside a fallen mechanical spacecraft, most of it collapsed and sank into the soil, but it was still a temporary camp for dozens of survivors.
Du Xue was looking at the report, "The current job distribution in the camp is that there is one medicine man, one person who is a mecha operator, one person who is proficient in all types of equipment combat, and one person who is a magician."
Although "skills" can be transferred, everyone's brain capacity and memory are limited, and you cannot instill too many professions. Each person has one profession, and division of labor is the best.
The brain also differs from person to person.
Most people are third-class citizens. They have to modify three circuits to open the pineal gland. Not only do they have low computing power, but their natural brain capacity can only accommodate one professional mastery.
It sounds like only one person's brain can only learn one profession. The capacity of the human brain is very small. In fact, this is not the case. Professional mastery is the pinnacle of a field and requires at least a hundred years of normal study to possess a huge amount of knowledge.
For example, "medical proficiency" is equivalent to the top medical expert of the Isildar people, surgery, internal medicine, orthopedics
Every field is extremely advanced and has a terrifying amount of reserves, which can naturally overwhelm your brain. Moreover, it is impossible for your brain to be filled with all knowledge, which will warn you that the "computer memory" is insufficient.
According to legal regulations, at least 80% of the remaining memory space of the brain must be reserved.
As for second-class citizens and first-class citizens, those with natural "hard drive" qualifications are naturally better, with fast speed and high memory, and can study multiple professions concurrently. For example, she, Du Xue, is a first-class citizen.
"In the words of Mao Mao, it is like playing an RPG wasteland management game. Each 'character' has qualifications, three skill slots for first-class citizens, two skill slots for second-class citizens, and one skill slot for first-class citizens.
, each of your team members has different abilities, so it depends on you what kind of skills you want to "add points to learn" for him."
She was calculating the career distribution in the team, "The new Mizar has pretty good medical talent. Maybe he can learn "Medical Proficiency" to find an excellent survivor. It's so difficult!"
Vocational skills are not mechanical and can be applied by anyone. For example, if someone has medical talents, but you load his brain with the knowledge of "mecha control proficiency", the effect will naturally be extremely low and he will not be able to use it at all.
In fact, she wanted to find a mechanic who could repair mechas and gain "mechanical expertise" knowledge from him, so that some people in the camp could copy and learn from him and have the profession of a mechanic.
"It would be much more comfortable if our camp had a mechanic profession who could repair mechas." She pressed her forehead with difficulty, gradually gaining the aura of a leader, "We haven't found this kind of thing in other nearby survivor camps.
The survivor’s network is now blocked. In the past, you could download it at will, and no one had to worry about such a thing.”
If survivors gather too much together, it will cause a tide of corpses, so it is impossible for them to live together. There are seventeen survivor teams of various sizes in the entire Noni city.
She also did not reveal that she had the dynamic key and that she had the highest authority and was outside the law.
She lowered her head and looked at the knowledge in her brain, which was the three skill knowledge of fighting and spells. "Kitten allowed me to develop the ability of determination (awakening), which can be turned on and off freely."
She closed her eyes and felt that it was getting more and more difficult, as if she was clinging to life in a desperate situation. "I heard that not only did the lickers appear in the depths of the disaster, but there were also tyrants who were huge and had the body of an atavistic orangutan. Moreover, the recent wave of corpses
It seems like there is someone behind the scenes driving them away."
The mastermind?
Is it a special kind of zombie that can control zombies, or some kind of creature?
The world's disasters are constantly spreading.
At this moment, there is another section of ruins outside the camp.
A balloon flew in the sky for reconnaissance, looking at the roaring corpses below, "Young men, unless you reach the sixth level, you won't be able to fly. With your IQ, you can't fly a plane."
As for meeting a sixth-level zombie, he didn't feel that he was so unlucky.
While flying, he looked at his own side. He quietly approached a fountain square, a black licker covered in pus and rot, with a long and slender tongue. He picked up an old-fashioned retro walkie-talkie and commanded,
"Yes, this is a fourth-level licking dog. It sneaks up on him from behind. Its butt is its biggest weakness!"
A group of people approached quietly using concealment, and the mecha suddenly pressed down.
"Hey, we got it, it was struggling hard! Damn! It broke free!"
"Hurry up, mt, catch up and stop the hatred of this licking dog! That's right! Don't get licked! I'm talking about you, the mechanical tank, taunting and pulling monsters! These guys have no IQ!"
"Mage, follow up! Mud spell is blocking the action, back up! Back up! Does Kite know!"
"Don't do anything to the male magician next to you. You don't have to end up. You are responsible for shielding the surrounding fighting atmosphere to avoid ushering in the tide of corpses, lest there are too many monsters and we can't eat them! They will all die here."
After several minutes of fierce fighting, we successfully captured the opponent without any losses.
Win!
Dog licking is not allowed in the house
Xia Niming was immediately satisfied.
Group play? Play games?
This is professional.
Suddenly, a call came from Du Xue's walkie-talkie in the camp, and Xia Niming's voice immediately softened, "Dear, what's the matter?"
But the next second, his face gradually stiffened. The range of the walkie-talkie shouldn't be that wide. It's already over 800 meters. So who is nearby, secretly contacting me?
Walkie-talkies need to be frequency-linked. How can the other party
A hoarse voice came from the other side:
"Mysterious creatures we should talk about."
This is a zombie!
Xia Niming's mind went blank and he turned to look at the surrounding streets and buildings.
