Chapter 1064 The Little Girl Who Likes to Play Throwing

Chapter 2379 Little Lolita who likes to play throwing

Little Lolita did not hesitate: "I just went in to put some things, not to kill people!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The undead standing near her were very happy to resurrect.

These undeads have obviously regarded this gray wizard as a guide NPC.

Once they form this impression, even if it is not, it must be.

Unless this person never appears in this area again, they will suddenly realize that they may have found the wrong person when they are frantically looking for a certain location and transmission NPC.

But before that, they will never think that they are wrong.

Even if this NPC firmly denies it, they will only think that they are talking in the wrong direction... and then try again and again.

Although when Hill played the game himself, he hated such people in the team the most.

After all, daily tasks, daily tasks, usually completed within half an hour is called daily.

But these guys can make your daily tasks, especially dungeon tasks, become more tiring than opening up new land.

And at the time when Hill played the game, most games did not have any dungeon reset function.

Most people are still reluctant to give up the kingdom they have worked so hard to build.

In the end, the more sunk capital they pay, the more reluctant they are to let go. That is really like being happy while being disgusted.

What is most unbearable is that these guys are often the ones who are most likely to give up.

So, even if Hill is such a good-tempered person, he will occasionally have the illusion of "if I knew you in real life".

But at the same time, he will also know the usefulness of these guys in certain places... As long as the person dealing with them is not himself, they are useful.

For example, the gray-robed mage at this moment has been racking his brains to make these inexplicably staring at him, especially the short female priest who is still holding his sleeve, give up trouble with him, but it is obvious that it has the opposite effect.

Because he is too interesting and his words are full of temptation... It's so much like a 10-man copy!

Therefore, these undead have become excited by the cause and effect plus climax analyzed by their own similar brain holes.

The most unsuccessful thing about the gray-robed mage is to threaten the undead with the result of certain death... However, this is the point that the undead don't care about the least.

Then, the limit on the number of people he proposed was too realistic.

All the other troubles and inadequacies he mentioned pale in comparison to the 10-person limit.

Even the managers of the big families who turned their heads and stared at the movement here had a hint of curiosity on their faces.

They haven't made any moves yet, just because... there is actually a rule that everyone tacitly abides by between individual players and families.

That is, the big families generally won't make a big fuss to grab the limited-time tasks that individual players grab with their own abilities.

Even if they will send people to participate later, it will be after the individual players who first took the task have failed.

Of course, those small families, or families that mainly focus on PVE are not within this limit. Although they exist in the form of families, they will basically be treated the same as individual players.

In the world of the undead, the wall between PVE and PVP is actually not as big as it was in the past when there was no virtual reality technology.

Everyone needs sufficient reaction and judgment.

Of course, if we only talk about offline, PVP is still unfathomable.

PVE masters are still the top players, but there is no difference between ordinary players.

Compared with NPCs, it is more interesting to fight with the same kind, there are more tricks, and you don’t have to use your brain if you don’t want to.

Therefore, except for those PVE families who are mainly engaged in life or business, they can have many family members. Others, even if the family members are excellent, it is difficult to gather enough people.

Moreover, those who play PVE have no interest in expanding their own families. It is better to figure out why a certain spell is not so accurate when used, where did he make a mistake to hit it so crooked... He clearly wanted to hit the left eye, but why did he hit the nose.

Some of their research, even Hill couldn't help but listen.

Their calculation methods for streamlines are definitely different from those Hill has learned before, but basically there are some common points that he can understand.

Although most of the things they talk about equation calculations are useless in the fantasy world... air quality and gravity are two different things.

But some of their so-called vacuum calculation equations, Hill thinks it is still worth listening to.

Even Fran, who occasionally heard about their research, could be fascinated by it... Of course, he would soon ask Hill and Adrian to try not to use the fixed things of the Undead, and just listen to their ideas.

Let alone the question of whether it is appropriate in their world, how can you, a wizard, use formulas?

If outsiders knew this, it is estimated that many wizards would want to use Fran's sack, although it is a bit difficult.

Of course, to put it nicely, although most wizards are playing with applied mathematics, Fran still hopes that his children will master the research foundation of basic theoretical mathematics.

Although Hill almost cried when he first realized how terrible his grandfather's earnest hope for him was... at least he had already choked up with Adrian, but now he has more or less gotten used to the first reaction after seeing a new spell, which is to start analyzing it from the runes.

Recalling the past, Hill couldn't help but sigh.

Recently, he has more and more memories of Trahil, and now he misses his grandfather a little bit, although there is also some sadness and misery in it.

For example, he now has some impulses to immediately analyze some spells that he has learned in this world that should not appear at all.

But soon, Hill suppressed the idea of ​​making himself uncomfortable with his strong rationality.

What he needs to study now is the most basic alchemy learned in Oises.

That is, how to make the high-end alchemy enter the ordinary people.

The only way for him to save his path as a mage is to get more exposure to the fireworks of the world, such as the carriage and refrigerator he used to play with.

The gray-robed wizard on the giant screen, who was almost driven crazy by the entanglement, finally asked the most crucial question: "What are you going to put into the Tower of Despair?

Can you guarantee my life?"

If it weren't for the fact that he had to enter the secret passage himself, he would have surrendered long ago.

The undead are not afraid of death, but he is not.

"Why do you have to go in?" The little girl was very surprised. "You have sent us in. How can the Tower of Despair spare you?"

The gray-robed wizard's face turned black: "I TM..."

Then he quickly changed his tone: "I can go in because I have a deal with some people in there!

Otherwise..."

He looked down at his wrinkled sleeves that were about to be torn apart and said suggestively: "It's just one sleeve. Can't I run?"

"The sleeves can't be broken!" An undead suddenly said meaningfully, "Otherwise, Bane will come to see you."

Hill couldn't help but look up at the sky... I don't know what the God of Tyranny, who must be paying attention to this side, feels now. Will he feel sad and annoyed and want to know why he noticed the broken sleeves: Bane must understand what the undead are hinting at, but why is there this hint, just...

Although this is an absurd question, most people can't control their impulse to explore the inside story.

The gray-robed wizard frowned and looked at the man with a coquettish and cheap smile. After a few seconds of hesitation, he still did not choose to ask for clarification.

Hill could not help laughing... No matter what kind of world it is, there will be such smart people.

Even if they are willing to sacrifice their lives to make money, they rarely take the initiative to step on landmines.

The little loli touched her small bag with one hand unhappily: "It can't be blown up..."

"There are only 10 people, what can be blown up?" Someone next to her said to her unceremoniously, "Blow up the door to send merit to Aotian League?"

"Tsk~ As if you can follow in!" The little loli answered very unceremoniously, "Anyway, I will definitely be able to go in."

"If you have the ability, let go of the person's sleeve!"

"Letting go of the sleeve is not the most important thing, there are also her claws on her feet!"

Among the bystanders who are sure that the gray-robed wizard has given up looking for a new candidate for the task and has completely given up, at most playing a game of opening the door to see who can follow, someone finally told the truth.

Of course, the gray-robed wizard was also forced to use his sleeve to make a hint.

In fact, the mages have always had good physiques. Years of blending with the elements have allowed them to be considered elemental bodies, especially the gray-robed mage who can drill directly underground, and must have a talent for the earth element.

But the small and delicate white foot on his boots, tied with only a few ribbons, was as heavy as a mountain.

Moreover, the little girl seemed to have given herself some dispelling auras... so that he couldn't do anything to get out of it.

Otherwise, even if the gray-robed mage was reluctant to give up his high-cost transaction, he would not have accepted his fate at once.

The reason why he was so honest was that the undead showed him the video photo that looked like a wanted order... When the passage was definitely located near this area, the gray-robed mage had no room to struggle.

So why was he still struggling?

Although his feet could be sacrificed, they must not be sacrificed in vain!

The undeads surrounding nearby looked at the Gray Cannon Mage with a bit of sympathy... Although they were all happy that the NPC who opened the door could not escape, the loli priest who caught him was the type of person who had a slippery mind, even among them.

Although these days, there are always priests who learn from that 'old Sanda King' and do not do their job properly, instead of adding spirit and strength.

But, he is a boxer after all, so it is not a waste to add strength attributes.

You... light priest, what's the matter with adding strength points?

You also like to throw alchemical bombs, and the only use of that little strength is to throw them.