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 increasingly difficult since these elves came.
Almost all the available tasks in the tavern were taken up, and even those temporary escort tasks were almost never his turn due to the increase in the number and strength of competitors.
Since these elves were generally stronger than the second-level Koroch, even though his missions were often snatched away, he could only swallow his anger in front of them, not daring to say a word, and could only curse behind their backs.
He still had some money on hand, but it wouldn'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 another way to make money, he could only think of ways to make some dirty money.
At the same time, not only those damn elves, but also the large number of newly appeared local constructs and those foreigners are equally annoying.
Constructs will not be poisoned or fatigued, and they will not truly die even if their bodies are destroyed, which gives them a great advantage when performing some high-risk tasks.
In a sense, they almost have immortality similar to the Stranger, 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 just transform into a construct. But due to some concerns and fear and resistance to losing his own body, he never made a decision.
In fact, he had previously specifically sought out a companion who was once a male mercenary like him and had now become a construct and asked him what it felt like to be constructed and how it was different from the human body.
The companion's answer was: he no longer had the desire to eat, and when he saw beautiful women he simply admired them, but had no further thoughts.
This made Koloki shudder. Oh gods! Can't enjoy delicious food? Can't play with those little bitches? Can't even play with sheep? What's the fun of living! ?
He took out a handful of black locust leaves from the small animal skin bag inside his chest armor, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into his long pipe. Then, he turned his back to the sea breeze, carefully avoiding his big beard, and lit the packed leaves with a flint.
Wisps of mist 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 annoyance.
He just felt that the changes that had taken place in the Federation in the past few years were greater than those in his past few decades of life combined.
"Fish! Fresh fish! Pure fish!"
"This is something I dug out from the ruins. I don't know what it's for! My family needs money urgently, so I'll sell it for just nine gold coins!"
"He knelt on the ground and said 'Please spare my life!' But I chopped off his head with a knife and rolled it on the ground..."
Among the horse-drawn carriages and crowds of people passing by on the streets, there are vendors selling local seafood specialties, as well as some scams designed to defraud outsiders.
Two drunken mercenaries were talking loudly, and at the corner of the street, some civilians wearing construct headbands could be seen sitting on the stone steps basking in the sun.
"...Five years ago, there were a total of 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, passionate speeches could be heard from afar. They were the players who had joined the resistance organization and were spreading their propaganda.
"Join us and fight against those greedy nobles together. All the treasures and gold coins you grab will belong to you! Warriors who are interested can add a construct network number to discuss in detail!"
It's those rat-like rebels again.
Colochi tapped his pipe and sneered at the recruiting remarks of the rebel players.
His uncle Kolochi was very clever. He wanted to trick him into being cannon fodder to go to the front battlefield to consume the nobles' troops, while his own people would take advantage of him from behind? No way! After smoking a small ball of Heiluo Curly Leaves quickly, Kolochi sighed, took out the construct headband and put it on to see if any employer would contact him.
In the past, this thing was a rare item, and it was said that there was a chance that ordinary people could awaken into noble wizards. But now the construct network and headbands have become highly popular, and civilians wearing construct headbands can be seen on the streets, and even an ordinary mercenary like him can get one.
Also, the current construction network is not as magical as it first appeared.
I heard that when the constructed network was first opened, connecting to it was as real as entering another world, but now the constructed network can only carry out simple messages and communications, the difference is so big that it seems like two different things with the same name.
But one good thing about today's constructed network is that you can divide your attention between reading various messages on the Internet and dealing with things in the real world.
"You bunch of shitty elves, get out of the Yar Continent!"
"You are the ones who should get out of here, you are a bunch of parasites that are destroying nature!"
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Of course, the constructed network is not a pure land either. Due to its anonymity, online trolls have emerged.
Ignoring these meaningless quarrels, Kolochi was looking for his goal.
Perhaps the goddess of luck finally favored him today, as a local escort mission suddenly appeared at the top of the chat area, and the level requirement was not high, so he was qualified enough for the task at level two.
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 constructed network suddenly flashed, and then went out and disappeared in an instant.
"God damn it! Bastard! What a piece of crap!"
After a moment's pause, Kolochi suddenly jumped up and started cursing.
Watching the mission that should have belonged to him slip away from his sight, he almost wanted to smash the broken headband that broke at the critical moment.
But soon, Kolochi realized something was wrong.
He was not the only one who took off his headband. On the bluestone street next to the tavern, everyone he saw who was wearing a construct headband began to take off their headbands one after another with a confused look on their faces.
So, the problem is not with his headband, but with the construction network?
But what could go wrong with constructing a network?
"Hurry... look up at the sky! Oh my god, what is that?!"
Suddenly, a suppressed cry was heard from the street.
Kolochi and the others looked up in confusion. In the distance of the blue sky, a scarlet color with no visible edge was spreading towards them at a speed that seemed slow but was actually very fast.
Under the cover of the crimson color, all the constructs fell down silently, as if their consciousness had disappeared.
"ah!"
A woman screamed in fear, 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 up in his mind, answering the biggest question in his mind.
"Domain rules: Construct network is prohibited from operating--" ........ And from what the bearded mercenary Kolochi saw, six ninth-level elf spellcasters had gathered at the location of the source of the crimson domain.
The invisible and intangible rule field expanded around them and overlapped with each other. Finally, under the will of the elves, it caused serious interference to the operation of the construction network.
Opposite them, the connection between the demiplanes that should have been illusory appeared in the space of the main material world as if it had materialized.
At this moment, a projection of the ninth level of the parliament was standing in front of the white plane door, ready for battle.
(End of this chapter)
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