Chapter 797 Internet Disconnection

Kolochi didn't know why these elves went crazy and came to the Yar Continent. He only knew that his life had become more and more difficult since these elves came.

The tasks available in the tavern were almost taken away. Even those temporary escort tasks were almost never his turn because of the increase in the number and strength of competitors.

Since these elves were generally stronger than the second-level Kolochi, even if his tasks were often taken away, he could only swallow his anger in front of them, and dared not even fart, and only dared to curse behind his back.

Now he still had some money on hand, but it couldn't last long. The life of a mercenary on the edge of a knife made it difficult for him to save money. If he couldn't find a way to make money, he could only find a way to make some black money.

At the same time, not only those damn elves, but also the large number of newly appeared local constructs and those foreigners were also very annoying.

Constructs would not be poisoned or tired, and would not really die if their bodies were destroyed, which gave them a great advantage in performing some high-risk tasks.

In a sense, they almost have immortality similar to that of strangers, but their souls can still be killed by some high-level magic.

In fact, in the dead of night these two days, he actually thought about whether he should simply transform into a construct. But due to some concerns and fear and resistance to losing his body, he never made a decision.

In fact, he had previously specifically asked a companion who was once a male mercenary like him and now became a construct what it would feel like after being constructed and what the difference was from the human body.

And the companion's answer was this: he no longer had the idea of ​​eating, and seeing beautiful women was just pure appreciation, but no further thoughts.

This made Colochi shudder, gods! Can't enjoy food? Can't play with those little bitches? Even sheep can't be played? What's the fun of living! ?

Taking out a handful of black Luo curled leaves from the small animal skin bag inside the chest armor, Colochi skillfully rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into the long pipe. Then, he turned his back to the sea breeze, carefully avoiding his big beard, and lit the packed leaves with a flint.

The curling clouds rose from the sparks of the black leaves. Through the smoke, Kolochi looked at the various races coming and going on the bluestone street next to the tavern, and took a puff of boredom.

He only felt that the changes that had taken place in the Federation in the past few years were greater than his past few decades of life combined.

"Fish! Fresh fish! Pure fish!"

"This is something dug out from the ruins. I don't know what it's used for! My family is in urgent need of money. I'll sell it for only nine gold coins!"

"He knelt on the ground and said 'Spare my life!' But I cut off his head with one knife and rolled it on the ground..."

Among the carriages and people passing by on the street, there were vendors selling local specialty seafood and some scams that specifically deceived outsiders.

Two drunken mercenaries were talking loudly, and some civilians wearing construct headbands could be seen sitting on the stone steps in the corner of the street to bask in the sun.

"...Five years ago, there were 378 kingdoms in the Federation, but now, there are only 53 left! Warriors of the Kingdom of Batoran, it's time to stand up and defend our homeland!"

In the distant streets, impassioned speeches were heard from afar. It was the players who joined the resistance organization.

"Join us and fight against those greedy nobles together. All the treasures and gold coins you grab will belong to you! Interested warriors can add a construction network serial number to discuss in detail!"

It's those rat-like rebels again.

At the recruitment speech of those rebel players, Kolochi knocked on his pipe and sneered.

He, Uncle Kolochi, is smart. He wants to trick him into being cannon fodder to consume the troops of the noble masters on the front battlefield, and his own people will pick up the bargain behind? No way!

A small ball of black Luo curled leaves was quickly smoked. Kolochi sighed, took out the construction headband and put it on to see if any employer would contact him.

This thing was a rare thing in the past. It is said that there is a chance that ordinary people can awaken into noble wizards. But now the construction network and headbands have become highly popular. Civilians wearing construction headbands can be seen on the streets, and even ordinary mercenaries like him can get one.

Moreover, the current construction network is not as magical as when it first appeared.

It is said that when the construction network was first opened, connecting to the construction network was as real as entering another world, but now the construction network can only carry out simple messages and communications, and the difference is as big as different things with the same name.

But the current construction network also has one good thing, that is, you can pay attention to reading various messages on the network while dealing with things in reality.

"You bunch of shit elves, get out of the Yar continent!"

"You are the ones who should get out, you are a bunch of borers who destroy nature!"

"..."

Of course, the construction network is not a pure land. Due to its anonymity, network trolls came into being.

Ignoring these meaningless quarrels, Colochi looked for his target.

Perhaps the goddess of luck finally favored him today. A local escort mission suddenly refreshed at the top of the chat area, and the level requirement was not high. He was also competent enough at the second level.

Kolochi quickly sent a communication invitation to his employer to prevent the task from being taken by others.

But at this moment, the scene in the construction network suddenly flashed, and then instantly went out and disappeared.

"God damn it! Bastard! What a piece of junk!"

After a moment of shock, Kolochi immediately jumped up and cursed.

Watching the mission that should have belonged to him slip away from his sight, he almost wanted to smash the broken headband that failed at the critical moment.

But soon, Colochi found something wrong.

He was not the only one who took off the headband. On the bluestone street next to the tavern, all the people wearing construct headbands that he saw began to take off their headbands one after another with a confused look on their faces.

So, the problem was not his headband, but the construct network?

But what could go wrong with the construct network?

"Quick... look up at the sky! Oh my God, what is that?!"

Suddenly, a suppressed cry came from the street.

Colochi and others looked up blankly. In the distance of the blue sky, a scarlet color that could not be seen at the edge was spreading at a seemingly slow but actually very fast speed.

And under the cover of the scarlet color, all the constructs fell down silently, as if their consciousness had disappeared.

"Ah!"

A woman screamed in terror, but the panicked Kolochi soon discovered that nothing special happened after being enveloped by the crimson color.

At the same time, a message from an unknown source rose from his heart, answering the biggest question in his heart.

"Domain rules: Construct network is prohibited from running--"

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….….

And in the direction of the crimson domain source seen by the bearded mercenary Kolochi, six ninth-level elf spellcasters have gathered.

The invisible and intangible rule domain expanded around them, overlapping with each other, and finally, under the will of the elves, formed a serious interference effect on the operation of the construct network.

Across from them, the half-plane connection that should have been illusory, appeared in the space of the main material world as if it were materialized.

At this moment, a ninth-level projection of the parliament blocked the white plane door, ready for battle.