Chapter 714: The Core Signal of the Imprint of Resurrection
Facing so many earnest eyes, Abaddon rarely panicked.
He was calm in the big scene in charge of the tens of thousands of aliens, but now surrounded by a group of aliens, the balance in Abaddon's brain swayed left and right, frantically analyzing the pros and cons of the decision.
"So hesitant, is there any hidden mission to activate?"
"Or is this guy not trying to teach us skills at all?"
"I'm now wondering if this guy is a fake, and he's really not at all."
When Abaddon heard these words, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.
Are these aliens really "whispering" in front of him, he heard them all.
But at the same time, Abaddon felt a strong sense of urgency. These aliens didn't have the door, and if they really formed public opinion, it would be very detrimental to him. After all, these people are rarely comfortable with the rules, they can be reborn when they die, and their sense of morality and restraint is not as good as other people in the expedition.
If the other forces of the Expeditionary Force can be summed up in one word, then "rules" and "order" are good choices.
But these aliens in front of them don't have these things, and they are full of "chaotic" attributes.
For such a disordered and uncontrolled role, Abaddon naturally had an unstable sense of panic.
If he doesn't give a clear answer right now, Abaddon believes that as soon as he returns to the room, rumors will fly, and within an hour, the entire Mechanical Fortress will be known. So how does he continue to work?
Abaddon's brain quickly analyzed, and he said in an instant: "It's not impossible to learn my skills. All my war messenger skills were withdrawn with the dedication of the core of the mark, and now I only have the skills of being a terrorist tactician. The skills of terrorist tacticians are mostly racial skills, and only a small amount can be inherited. Therefore, if you want to learn these skills, you must meet the requirements, and not everyone can learn them.”
Abaddon said and put out his requirements, of course, this requirement is not made up, but the data of real terrorist tactician skill learning.
In the eyes of players, these data have become simpler seven-dimensional attributes and requirements.
The wasteland players huddled together to check whether they met the requirements. The Pandora players stood in the distance with their hands on their chests, blowing their beards and staring. Come on, Abaddon and Pandora have a bloody feud, and rushing to learn skills from each other always seems to have no backbone. But if you don't go, wasteland players will learn alien skills,
The strength has become stronger, and the arrogance that has just been suppressed by the Mage Tower for a few days is estimated to be arrogant again.
"When any of you can meet this requirement, come and find me at my residence."
Abaddon dropped a sentence in the style of a big boss, and then his body disintegrated into countless black bats, fluttering and dissipating in all directions, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"It's running quite fast..." Chai Feng couldn't help but complain, they were not the ceiling strength of Link, and could stop Abaddon at any time. However, since he has put it down, as long as he meets the requirements, he can learn the skills of a terrorist tactician, so there is no problem. Wouldn't it be better to just block the door after meeting the requirements?
Chasing Feng glanced at the requirements of the terrorist tactician, and couldn't help but take a breath: "What kind of strange attribute requirements are these!"
Even a player like Chasing Feng, who has seen the world, couldn't help but marvel, but one can imagine how strange this request is.
In the attribute requirements, if you want to learn the skills of a terrorist tactician, you must first have the strength, intelligence and energy attributes of 150 points.
It is not difficult to reach 150 points in a single attribute. The players here are all the best on the planet. Whether it is rank or equipment, they are all top-notch groups, each with their own strengths, and some people are even so extreme that a single attribute has crossed the 300-point mark! However, all three attributes have reached 150 points, which is 450 attribute points. You must know that the upgrade potential points to level 60 are only 180 points, and the rest can only be made up from equipment and skills.
Even if the total requirements are high, the most important thing is that the three attributes required are very demanding.
As we all know, even if players in the martial arts department add more points, they mainly focus on three things, and they do not require too much intelligence and energy.
On the other hand, power-based players pay attention to intelligence and energy, and take care of their stamina, and basically do not require Limin.
Mystery players are mainly energy attributes, supplemented by intelligence and other single attributes, and mechanical players are strength and intelligence.
There are requirements for the three attributes of strength, intelligence, and energy, which is indeed very rational.
Many players looked at their attribute interface and fell into contemplation, and began to calculate whether changing the equipment collocation could meet the requirements.
Players' mentality is adjusted quickly, and the requirements are too harsh. On the one hand, it is difficult to learn, but from another perspective, there will be very few people who can learn. If it really meets the requirements, the skills learned from Abaddon will be the only one for scorpion shit!
"Strength is enough, intelligence and energy are a little worse."
"I have enough strength and intelligence, but my energy is still a lot worse. It seems that I have to put together a piece of equipment with energy attributes, which requires mysterious weapons and equipment!"
"Let's go, this may be another wave of opportunities. Whoever can get this wave of skill rewards may have the upper hand in the battle of Victoria..."
The wasteland players discussed, and then groups of three or two quickly became birds and beasts, using their points and channels to find ways to get equipment with corresponding attributes.
The players of Pandora couldn't sit still when they heard the discussions of the players in the wasteland.
Intelligence and energy, these are their main attributes, doesn't it mean that as long as you gather some power equipment, it is possible to learn the unique skills of terrorist tacticians?
At this moment, a sentence suddenly appeared in the minds of these Pandora players: "Knowing yourself and knowing the enemy can win a hundred battles. If you want to defeat the enemy, you must understand the enemy."
Yes, we learn the skills of terrorist tacticians in order to work hard for the present. After facing the Alien Legion in the future, we will defeat the Alien in their own way, so that we can enjoy it.
Finding a reason to convince himself, Pandora's players also took action.
In the following days, these players became the most active group of people in Mechanical Fortress.
Those who lack intelligence go to fraternities and magic schools;
Lack of energy lingering at the gates of Misty Mountain Villa and Moon Shadow Council scratching their heads;
The lack of strength is active in the wasteland army department and the security department of the Lin Group, and there are even many players who want to try their luck with the legend of Silver Hand, but Silver Hand and Macaw have been hiding in the dark to monitor Abaddon. The player is not given this opportunity.
Looking at some crazy players, Silver Hand couldn't help but complain: "Good guy, fortunately I still have a mission, otherwise I won't be bothered by them every day."
The macaw on the side was amazed: "I didn't expect that Abaddon actually agreed to teach alien skills. This wave must not be bald by players."
No one knows the horror of the aliens better than the macaw. After all, when the Link gang was in the gang, the macaws were already able to command the wind chasers and cool people to do tasks, and they were experienced enough to write an "Inhumans Operation Manual". ".
Abaddon thinks that his requirements are harsh, but for this group of players with unlimited potential, as long as they give them a "blank check" for a reward, this group of aliens can exert unimaginable combat effectiveness.
This time, Abaddon thought that he could drive away the aliens with harsh requirements, but he never imagined that there would be aliens who would meet his requirements, and he would see how he would end.
The macaw was ready, just about to lift the small bench, and the sunflower seeds and peanuts were hanging on it.
"Keep staring here, I'll go down and get some food, it's time for dinner." The macaw poked Silver Hand's wrist, and the holographic time on it showed that it was already 5:30 pm.
"Okay, go and come back quickly. I'm craving meat today, you should do more~" Gin-shou said bluntly.
The next second, the macaw suddenly disappeared from the sight without a trace.
Although there are no stars in the universe that rise and fall, the sun and the moon change, but in order to ensure the stability of everyone's biological clock and work and rest, the mechanical fortress continues to simulate the environment on the planet. During the day, the brightness of the light is very large, and the content of the components in the air will also be adjusted according to the time. For example, in the morning, the content of ozone and carbon dioxide will increase, giving people a fresh feeling in the morning. At noon, the temperature will also rise, and at night, the temperature will drop, and the brightness will shrink sharply.
It is also these intimate simulations that allow the people in the rest area to still maintain the work and rest of the wasteland, in a good state of mind and without any serious problems.
The sudden activity of this wave of players has also aroused the attention of the major forces in the rest area. These people usually only maintain a stable period of communication, but the frequency has increased these days, and they use contribution points to buy various weapons and equipment. The nouveau riche has a sense of "I don't need money, I will take out the best things from you".
From the unreliable mouths of the players, these people also know that the extravagant business of the Inhumans is all to meet Abaddon's requirements. Only in this way can they learn the unique skills of the terrorist tactician. Knowing this, the forces of these wasteland expedition forces suddenly found fun, and they all wanted to get involved and help players press the fast-forward button to see what would happen next.
Therefore, the equipment that used to sell 100 contribution points suddenly has a discount, and it only takes 70 to take it home.
The original blue weapon with 200 contribution points can now be picked up with a discount of only 150 contribution points.
All the forces of the expeditionary army released water, just to make it easier for the aliens, to allow more people to meet Abaddon's requirements within the scope of the rules, and then see whether Abaddon taught or not.
Anyway, there is no harm in this matter for the major forces. These rewards are also distributed to foreigners, and they can also consolidate the relationship between the two parties.
As the leader, Link also learned about this, but he just smiled slightly and didn't pay too much attention.
Because he had already guessed the outcome of the matter, Abaddon would definitely fulfill his promise, pinching his nose to teach Inhumans skills.
After all, people who underestimate players are usually punished by players.
Teach the player, that is to fight against the enemy;
If you don't teach players, you'll be rebellious.
Since Abaddon decided to take the risk, even the core of the mark, it is bound to be impossible to give up so easily. He can only endure now, and only forbearance, after all, what he has shown in front of him is a huge hope and opportunity, which can bring down Link's existence in one fell swoop.
However, this hope and opportunity is just Link's forged mouse trap, and Abaddon is just the mouse that saw the cheese.
This matter was only used as a small adjustment. Link didn't pay much attention to it. His main focus now is on the blood cocoon in the room.
"Tomorrow, it's time for the blood cocoon to break open. I don't know what Ah Fu will evolve into..."
As the first person to follow Link, A'Fu can basically be said to have run through Link's "life", and A'Fu participated in all the major events that Link experienced. Moreover, Ah Fu is also the most loyal servant, hardworking and never complaining. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Link's most important person. The core of the imprint is almost the most difficult material that Link has ever encountered to synthesize. He has experienced several obstacles in front of this material, and finally found out that A'Fu matches it by accident, but he has never been able to clarify the principle of the fit between the two.
It is precisely because he does not know enough about the core of the imprint that he is more worried about the state of Ah Fu when he emerges from the cocoon.
Link looked out of the porthole, the dead galaxy gave off an air of twilight, where everything seemed to have lost its color. This is a star system without any vitality, and the culprit is the alien star. Link's eyes can already see the miniature of the transition gate from a distance. As long as he crosses this transition gate, he can reach the galaxy where Victoria is located. It also means that the Dirty Earth Expedition will confront Alien for the third time.
All this will happen in a few days. Link believed that this trip to Victoria would definitely be the most intense of the three battles.
There is no retreat in the alien star, there is no way to avoid it, only the challenge.
One-third of the troops were lost, resources were scarce, and the First Order was pressing ahead step by step. If Alien doesn't replenish resources, they probably won't even have the ability to face hard steel with the First Order. Link can't see the future, but he can see the direction of his past life. With the aggressiveness of the Wasteland Expeditionary Force, this situation will only be accelerated.
Link even had a hunch that if Victoria's battle goes well this time, the next time she faces Alien, I'm afraid it will be the final battle of the Vatican galaxy.
The next day comes in an instant.
Link got up early, and then came to the treasure room to wait for Ah Fu's cocoon recovery.
"Five minutes left."
Link glanced at the countdown displayed by the system, involuntarily took a deep breath, and then let out a long exhale, involuntarily tense inside.
Before the time came, Link was already thinking about what Alfred would become.
It was a big fat man with a pair of black flesh wings, or he was beaten by the core energy of the imprint, and his appearance had undergone earth-shaking changes.
But just as Link was thinking about it, the blood cocoon suddenly made a crackling sound.
Then an unknown black viscous liquid flowed out from the gap of the blood cocoon.
At the same time, a barren planet hundreds of millions of miles away.
The shadow who was walking back and forth between the circle and the alchemy platform suddenly stopped and looked up to the southeast.
The shattered black crystal on the table suddenly seemed to reverse the time and space, condensing a mass of black energy out of thin air to repair the crystal, and under the nourishment of this dense air, the shattered black crystal was brand new as ever.
The signal of the core of the imprint, resurrected!