Chapter 337: Demihuman Shelter No. 1

With such a group of free laborers who have turned from darkness to light, the Soul Palace, which was originally so quiet that it could be used to shoot ghost movies, finally has some popularity. At least the players will not jump three feet high and kick their legs to return to heaven when they run into each other.

However, at the beginning, these prisoners dressed as guards were actually quite nervous. After all, the horrible battle, the sparks and explosions had already left them with serious psychological trauma.

Now seeing these ruthless guys talking and laughing to themselves, as if nothing had happened, the strong contrast really made them a little scared.

But after experiencing so much in the game, the players have also developed two conventional rules

-Don't provoke or attack NPCs when you have nothing to do. Although players will indeed protect their shortcomings, the birth behavior of a small number of people will be cut by justice. Don't regret it when you are chased away and can't even enter Sunshine City.

——In particular, don't go looking for trouble with the official NPCs. Although they won't directly drive people out of the Novice Village, all players who dare to do so will eventually be hit by a boomerang. It's not easy to have a good meal, don't try to be happy for a while and end up smashing your own rice bowl.

Moreover, as the standard of the guards of the Soul Temple, this white and gold armor itself comes with a voice-changing mask, so the players don't know that these guards are actually the bandits they caught two days ago, and they are still talking and laughing, thinking that if they increase their favorability, they can trigger the hidden task.

Little do they know that their smiles that they think are warm and heartwarming are the devils who choose to eat people and laugh strangely in the eyes of the guards. They can only shake their heads and wave their hands wildly and retreat, leaving behind a new urban legend like "The guards of the Temple are so cold, is there no dialogue module at all?"

However, in order to earn more exchange points, the players are almost clearing out all the bad things that can be called evil forces within a radius of 100 miles nearby.

Even though Ji Ming has tried very hard to find all kinds of jobs for these prisoners, no matter how big the dungeon is, there are only so many jobs that can be provided.

Moreover, there are still players competing with the official for work. For example, the gate of Dog Town alone can be cleaned by them more than 20 times a day. If it weren't for the lack of light in the underground, it would be as bright as if it had its own light.

And as the most stable, simplest, and fastest channel to obtain exchange points, the surrounding bandits have not been caught yet, and this new triangular trade movement can still play a positive role.

Then when they have mined all these "human mines"... Ji Ming even thinks that some players are considering how to kill people in nearby towns to take credit.

There is no way, Ji Ming can only temporarily issue a new announcement, announcing that the mall will temporarily close the collection of prisoners, and other recycling functions will still be used as usual.

Therefore, when the players of [Super London Eye] finally drove this group of disobedient bandits back to the underground world, they saw this bad news as soon as they looked up.

"NO!!!"

The era of triangular trade for players ended faster than anyone imagined, but even if the recycling function continued, it would be difficult for players to capture large numbers of prisoners if they didn't use some tricks.

Because the vast Savage Plains couldn't be full of soft persimmons for them to exploit, after clearing out these bandits who were not good enough and could only hang around on the edge of the forest, the players finally encountered a powerful enemy less than a hundred miles into the Savage Plains.

Although this group of werewolves still couldn't stop them from moving forward, even the level 30 mage chieftain was treated as a boss by the players, and the pressure of the battle was not as great as fighting for experience from each other.

But...

"I think this should be a warning from the authorities. If we go deeper, we may not be able to deal with the enemy at the current stage. In other words, it will be a more advanced map."

"When I was exploring alone before, I heard from the locals that there is a huge monster with six arms in this area. Considering the settings in general games, legends are often reality."

[In fact, there is no need to go deeper. There is not even a suitable road in this broken forest. It is difficult to get goods in and out. It is useless to occupy it. We have to spend time patrolling and managing it, which is a pure waste of manpower.]

The players who completely annexed the bandit territory switched back to a defensive position under the joint call of several large guilds. They decided to take steady steps first and develop the existing territory before planning other things.

So "Two Moons' Struggle" inadvertently became a game based on farming. Players began to collect all kinds of useful knowledge everywhere. Up masters and bloggers in related fields provided point-to-point assistance. The audience in the live broadcast room also frequently made suggestions and made it the most participatory episode.

However, not every guild can be like the famous guilds such as [Gunblade], [Starry Sky] and [Justice], which have a large enough scale and talent pool to evolve into a comprehensive and large organization and take the lead in multiple fields.

In order to improve their competitiveness and income, these unknown guilds, who have to sweat profusely even to compete for the second-rate, let alone the first-rate, can only find their own specialization points.

For example, occupying a hilltop with beautiful scenery, forests and water, and wanting to start from here to create a commercial guild that is the first restaurant chain brand in the other world.

For example, an agricultural guild that settled down next to a large lake, wanted to draw water from it to farm, and catch some fish as a supplement.

For example, an industrial guild that explored a high-quality iron ore vein and wanted to develop deep processing technology to obtain more extra profits while mining and selling.

...Well, they are unknown guilds, but in fact, they can lead a force in the current "Two Moons' Struggle". In reality, they are not the best, but they should be famous.

In addition to these relatively conventional directions and behaviors, there are naturally some special ideas and thoughts, such as...

"Stop, what does this sign mean?"

As the map expands, the current [Golden Clothes Night Walk] also has its own bus. Although it is just a large cart pulled by two horses, it is much more convenient than before.

However, when the two were rushing along the forest path to the Foreign Affairs Bureau's residence, they accidentally saw a very strange wooden sign on the side of the road, which made them stop the carriage quickly.

Walking over and taking a closer look, I found a Goblin with one eye closed and a thumbs-up sign, and below it was written in Yangyue Common Language: [Welcome to Demi-Human Shelter No. 1].

If that was all, Canglang would think it was an Easter egg buried by the game officials, and Ji Ming would think it was the locals being idle and crazy, but there were several lines of small words under this line of big words.

? ? ?

They actually repeated this sentence in Chinese, English, French, Russian, Arabic and Spanish?

"These are the six working languages ​​of the Bonding Country. This sign was put up by the players!?"

This trip was originally a bit of a tourist trip. There was no time limit, and Canglang and Ji Ming thought about it and felt that they had to go up and take a look anyway. This was definitely a player doing something secretly.

Sure enough, before they reached the halfway point of the mountain, they saw several short figures coming from a distance. Looking closely, they found that it was actually a team composed of Goblins, Kobolds and Dwarfs.

As they walked, they communicated with great difficulty in a rather poor common language and exaggerated gestures. Those who knew said they were talking about what they had for lunch, while those who didn't thought they were arguing.

In addition, each of them had a sign on their chest, which read in common language

——【Hello, player, I am a friendly NPC, please do not attack】

Ji Ming and Cang Lang looked at each other.

"Have you guessed who it is?"

"Who else could it be?"

So they walked out from the corner of the road in front of them, and stated their identities and intentions before the timid subhumans fled in panic.

"Oh, so it's the friendly pioneer? Then please follow us this way, our king is here."

One of the dwarfs who could barely put together a sentence said hello, and took the subhuman guards beside him and led the two to a settlement halfway up the mountain.

Before they pushed open the crooked door, they heard someone's collapsed shouting from inside.

"Here, follow the direction of my finger. My God, you should grab here with both hands, don't lean forward! This is a long weapon, you should take advantage of the distance!"

That was the [Killer Goblin] who was instructing a large group of subhumans on how to use long spears. Unfortunately, he tried hard, but these guys with low IQ and uncoordinated limbs couldn't even learn how to hold guns properly.

[Killer Goblin: Blood pressure up]

Seeing the two people appearing at the door, he had to announce a temporary break, wiped the sweat with a large towel and walked over with a helpless smile on his face.

"It can only be said that there is a reason why subhumans are not doing well. From the brain to the body, they are really exhausted..."

Canglang took a look at the group of "militia in training" who were standing or lying, with embarrassed faces, and many of them were even as thin as bamboo poles.

"That's not right. I remember that the goblins under your command were almost becoming little orcs because of eating so much. How come they are getting thinner again? Did you take them to watch a movie together? But let's watch something good."

"How is that possible!"

Sha Ge sighed, his rough green face full of regret.

"The tribe is getting bigger and bigger. It's really too suffocating to stay on the small hill. It just so happens that the public beta has recruited many sub-human players who want to live a difficult life. I thought about moving out of the underground world with other guilds and picking a suitable hill on the Savage Plain to settle down. Who knew that..."

As the king of the internal beta, Sha Ge has no intention of competing for hegemony in the game, but his appeal as a star player is still very strong.

Especially while he is constantly absorbing scattered goblins, he is particularly friendly to those players who can't get into the big guilds but are eager for a big group. After all, as long as they don't make trouble, even the poorest players are better than an ordinary goblin.

Therefore, after announcing the move, he successfully assembled the largest team in the migration guild, with thousands of goblins and hundreds of players following behind them, marching into the green wilderness like an army.

But once they entered, they found that because of the wolf disaster in the wilderness, there were countless goblins fleeing from the grassland to here, and as a very poor race, one of their survival instincts was to hug a big thigh as soon as they met one.

So when he saw the appearance of a powerful green-skinned army that might be far inferior in number but definitely a large tribe in strength, he wanted to welcome the king's army with food and drink, just to get the qualification to join the tribe.

Brother Sha thought that he had prepared a mountain of food in advance for today, isn't it just a few goblins? Now is the time to expand the team vigorously, manly and take it all!

So his team expanded rapidly like a balloon that was blown up. Just one day after going out, nearly 10,000 people gathered, and there were also scattered goblins from afar who came to join with their families after hearing that there was a tribe of their own here.

Brother Sha originally planned to train his troops and make a little extra money on the road like other guilds, but even a blind person should have seen such a large team passing by. The bandits on the road all covered their drums and fled, fearing that they would run too slowly and become the protagonists of a wonderful comic strip.

"President, they run faster than horses, we really can't catch up!"

If it was just that, it would be fine. After hearing that the neighbor's goblin found a large group, soon there were smart dwarves and goblins coming here, showing off their skills and wanting to join them, and then there were kobolds, cave dwellers, special slimes with a certain intelligence...

In short, please see that we are all sub-humans, so please come and help the brothers, help the brothers!

If there were really only goblins in his tribe, Brother Sha would have refused them cruelly, but looking at the weird and messy players around him, he could only nod and say that if they were willing to come, they could come. Anyway, our family has enough food, and we are generous and will accept them all!

So the migrating tribe began to expand like a snowball again. At a slower and slower speed, paying tribute to the legendary protector of the people, Brother Sha finally met other goblin tribes.

The local chieftain quickly invited this famous dragon to visit his humble home, and personally led the tribe's leaders to travel several miles to greet him.

But when Sha Ge, who was nervous about meeting another goblin leader, got off the carriage, he suddenly found out...

"Uh, thank you for your enthusiasm, so who is the chieftain of your tribe?"

The goblin in the center of the crowd, who was wearing the most luxurious clothes, saluted and said respectfully.

"Thank you for your kindness, it's me!"

Sha Ge lowered his head and frowned.

...Then why are you so short?