Chapter 412 Wasteland

Xia Niming's expression froze instantly! His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

This is obviously a forum that loves learning. It makes people bald and their hairline moves online, but these sand sculptures don't study, they chat wildly, their skills are much more mature than before, and he becomes sluggish. Has the world become abnormal? illusion.

The people around were instantly amused.

Stop talking, have you begun to doubt life?

This wave of operation is a great pen! The hidden great god was blown up, this is a magnifying move, and the scalp is numb because of the show.

"Coach, I want to learn Doubi!"

"Hey!! This sand sculpture has profound skills, and it has reached the realm of transformation. I don't know how many Jiazi I have cultivated. It's so terrifying! Don't provoke it!"

Although many people are making troubles, they are all peripheral netizens who can't participate and help. They are bored to pass the time, and others who can help are already taking action.

The fastest action is the major research institutes. Their first reaction is to let the player live in the apocalyptic wasteland, and then find some mechanical armors and disassemble them to take screenshots for research.

Although this may not be able to gain much knowledge, after all, magic energy machinery uses magic power, but no matter how little technology is involved, it is enough to make them move.

And, best of all, look for survivors in the wasteland, look for a scientist in mechanical engineering, and get the principles from his memory.

"Start analyzing the released species pictures and information! Find magical beasts that can fuse blood, and create gene fusion medicines!"

Under the white light, countless people walked and waited.

On the other hand, the matter of cultivation is still on the agenda. After all, it is difficult to complete it in a short time. Xia Niming is still very weak, and now he is relying on Du Xue to gain a foothold.

Inside a fallen mechanical spaceship, most of it collapsed and fell into the mud, but it was still a temporary camp for dozens of survivors.

Du Xue was looking at the report, "In the camp, the current occupational distribution is that there is one pharmacist, one mecha manipulator from all departments, one proficient in fighting equipment from all departments, and one magician from all departments."

Although "skills" can be transmitted, each person's brain capacity and memory are limited, and you can't instill too many occupations. Each person holds one occupation, and division of labor is the best.

The brain also varies from person to person.

Most of the people are third-class citizens. The pineal gland can only be opened after modifying three circuits. Not only is the computing power low, but the natural brain capacity can only accommodate one professional mastery.

It sounds like only one person's brain can only learn one profession, and the capacity of the human brain is very small. In fact, it is not the case. Proficiency in a profession is the pinnacle of a field. It takes at least a hundred years of normal learning to acquire a huge amount of knowledge.

For example, "medical proficiency" is equivalent to the top medical experts of the Ishdar people, such as surgery, internal medicine, and orthopedics.

Every field is extremely advanced, and there is a terrible amount of savings, which can naturally squeeze your brain to explode. Moreover, your brain cannot be fully filled with knowledge, so it warns that the "computer memory" is insufficient.

According to the law, at least 80% of the remaining memory space of the brain must be reserved.

As for second-class citizens and first-class citizens, natural "memory" qualifications are naturally better, with fast speed and high memory, and can carry out multi-professional training. For example, she, Du Xue, is a first-class citizen.

"In the words of Kitten, it's 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, and it depends on you what kind of skills you "add some learning" to."

She was calculating the occupational distribution in the team, "Mizal, the newcomer, has a good medical talent. Maybe he can learn "Medical Proficiency". Finding a good survivor is very difficult!"

Vocational skills are not rigged, anyone can do it. For example, someone has medical talent, but you put the knowledge of "mecha manipulation proficient" into his brain. Naturally, the effect is extremely low, and it cannot be used at all.

In fact, she prefers to find a mechanic who can repair the mecha and get the "mechanical expertise" knowledge from him, and then some people in the camp can copy and learn, adding a mechanic profession.

"If our camp has the profession of mechanic and can repair the mecha, it will be much more comfortable." She pressed her forehead with difficulty, gradually gaining the momentum of a leader, "In other nearby survivor camps, we haven't found such a type yet. The survivors' network is now blocked, and they were able to download at will before, and no one has ever worried about such a thing."

Today, the entire human race has been infected by more than 95%. Mechanics who can repair mechas are rare and difficult to find.

Too many survivors gather together, which will cause a corpse tide, so it is impossible for them to gather for life. There are seventeen survivor teams large and small in the whole city of Noni.

She also did not reveal that she has a dynamic key, and that she is the person with the highest authority who walks outside the law.

She lowered her head and looked at the knowledge of her brain, which is the knowledge of the three skills of fighting and spells, "Kitten. Let me develop the ability of determination (awakening), which can be turned on and off freely"

She closed her eyes, feeling more and more difficult, as if she was lingering in a desperate situation, "I heard that it is not only the lickers. In the depths of the disaster, a tyrant has also appeared, with a huge body, an atavistic orangutan body, and the most recent corpse. Chao seems to have a mastermind behind the scenes, driving them away."

Behind the scenes?

The ones who can manipulate zombies are special zombies, or what kind of creatures?

The catastrophe in the world is spreading.

At this moment, another section of ruins outside the camp.

A balloon flew in the sky to investigate, looking at the roaring corpses below, "Young people, unless you reach the sixth rank, you can't fly. Your IQ doesn't know how to fly."

As for encountering a sixth-order zombie, he doesn't feel that he is so unlucky. Those are all monsters that can only appear in Veolia deep in the center.

While flying, he looked at his side, quietly approaching a fountain square, a black licker covered in pus and rot, with a slender tongue. He picked up an old-fashioned retro walkie-talkie to command,

"Yes, this is a fourth-order licking dog, quietly approaching him from behind, its butt is its biggest weakness!"

A group of people approached quietly using concealment, and a macho man controlled the mecha and suddenly pressed it down.

"Hey, we got it, it's struggling! Shit! It's breaking free!"

"Quick, MT, keep up, hold on to the hatred of this dog licking! Yes! Don't get licked! It's you, the mechanical tank, mocking and pulling monsters! These people have no IQ!"

"Mage, keep up! The mud technique restrains the movement, back up! Back up! Kite knows!"

"The man next to you, don't do it, you don't have to end, and you are responsible for shielding the surrounding fighting atmosphere, so as not to usher in the tide of corpses, so as not to drag the blame, we can't eat it! We will all die here."

After a few minutes of fierce fighting, they successfully won the opponent without any loss.

Won!

Lick the dog is not allowed to House

Xia Niming was immediately satisfied.

Play a group? play games?

It's professional.

Suddenly, a call from Du Xue's walkie-talkie came from the camp, and Xia Niming's voice softened immediately, "Dear, what's the matter?"

But in the next second, his face gradually stiffened. The range of the walkie-talkie should not be that wide. It is already more than 800 meters. So who is nearby, contact me secretly.

The walkie-talkie needs to be paired, how can the other party

A hoarse voice came from the opposite side:

"Mysterious creatures we should talk about."

It's a zombie!

Xia Niming's mind went blank as he turned to look at the surrounding streets and buildings.