Chapter 55 The citizens of Thunder City are all weaklings

Principal Ivan of the Demon King Academy was indeed as good as a god, and the citizens of Thunder City were indeed cowards.

Following Sheriff Adlai, Mr. Jack from Underground Street also grasped the future.

Moreover, this person didn't seem to have put in much effort. He suddenly realized the truth.

Luo Yan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that his hidden attribute charm value is actually a lot higher? No.

There seems to be no doubt about this.

All in all, Luo Yan is quite satisfied with his work, although it is far from time for him to be complacent.

The top priority is to recapture the first level of the maze as soon as possible, and the best window for a decisive battle with the lizards is three days later.

According to his calculations, by that time there will be more than 100 players who will reach the Black Iron level!

After the experience in the maze, these players have formed enough effective fighting force!

Not only that, as long as the net gain of faith value is maintained above 1,000 within three days, he will be able to produce another wave of cannon fodder soldiers!

As for now, he had to practice the dragon language he had just learned and master a few more unexpected trump cards...

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In late autumn, the weather is clear and cool, and the outskirts of Yinsong Town are a brilliant golden color.

The busiest season of the year has just passed, and the festival to celebrate the harvest is about to arrive. People's tense faces finally have a hint of smiles, and they are more grateful when praying to the statues.

Praise Saint Sissi.

Praise the almighty Emperor.

Thanks to the holy light that shines upon the world, barns are filled with wheat, vines are full of fruit, babies are born, and Silverpine Town enjoys peace and tranquility.

If there were no devil, this fertile land would surely be closer to heaven.

Carrying a muddy hoe, Old Abel walked from one golden land to another bumpy muddy land.

Seventy percent of the wheat fields in Silver Pine Town belong to the baron, thirty percent to the church, and only those scattered vegetable fields truly belong to the local farmers themselves. Therefore, Old Abel pays special attention to those green little cuties.

Every time after finishing work on the lord's territory, he would come here to spend some time with his little babies, looking forward to sitting in front of the fireplace with his family and enjoying delicious pumpkin porridge.

That is a happiness that adventurers will never experience.

He felt extremely proud and proud of this.

So when his young son said something stupid like "I want to be a great adventurer when I grow up," he whipped his butt with a belt without saying a word.

Why not be the kind of person who makes money but not spends it? One day, you might rot in a corner of a maze without anyone knowing.

He could talk about the bad things about adventurers for three days and three nights without stopping.

However, starting from last night, he suddenly felt less confident.

Eight hundred people died in the maze, including his neighbor.

The lord didn't even look at them, only the kind-hearted priest gave some compensation to the poor families.

At this time, Abel would think deeply about it. Although being an adventurer was not a good profession, being a tenant of a lord was not necessarily a good job either...

At this time, there was suddenly a noise at the edge of the farmland in the distance. The fence inserted in the ridge of the field seemed to be knocked down by something, making a rustling sound.

Abel, who was tending to the vegetable garden, immediately became alert and tightened his grip on the hoe.

"Damn it...it's probably another wild boar!"

This thing can't be dealt with by a hoe.

He cursed, turned quickly and went back to the wooden house next to him, took out a flintlock and loaded it hastily, then trotted in the direction of the noise.

"Get out here, you pumpkin-stealing bastard!"

In order to prevent the neighbor's children from causing trouble, he did not shoot first, but shouted first to scare the prey out.

As if his voice was heard, there was a rustling noise in the field, and then a figure stood out.

Looking at the man in the cloak, Abel was slightly stunned.

Although the fact that the other person was not holding a pumpkin in his hand eased his temper a little, he still couldn't show much kindness when he saw the man dressed like a refugee.

"Hey! I'm talking to you! What are you doing here? Sneaky as hell!"

Refugees are different from adventurers.

Although the latter didn't have a proper job, they were registered after all, and unless they were really broke they wouldn't steal from farmers. The former were different, they usually ate wherever they went, and there might even be some unclean demons in their group.

If he wasn't a little more ruthless, the other party would probably think he was easy to bully and would stay there and not leave.

Especially those with cat ears, rabbit ears, and bear ears, they are not good people anyway.

The man did not answer, but turned around silently and turned his face towards him.

The moment Abel saw the face under the cloak, he was stunned for a moment, and then he felt as if he had seen a ghost.

No! That's absolutely it! "Undead! Undead!!!"

He screamed, threw away the rifle in his hand, and crawled towards the town. In his haste, his shoes fell off his feet.

Watching the farmer's back as he walked away, Yiye Zhiqiu lowered his head and glanced at Hu Wan beside him.

"I thought he was telling me to lift my face up... Am I that scary?"

Hu Wan's eyes, blocked by the fence, were subtle.

"It's okay... Just think about me and be content."

Less than one meter tall.

Not only is his WeChat step count twice as much as others, but a slightly higher cover can completely block his vision.

He was already beginning to regret choosing this crappy race.

I'll change my next reincarnation...

The two of them originally just came to see what human towns looked like, whether they were full of tall buildings or just bungalows, but they didn't expect that they would scare each other half to death as soon as they met.

But having said that, this game is so realistic that the crops are not just stickers, but actually grow according to the real solar terms!

If he wasn't wearing VR glasses, he couldn't help but wonder if he had traveled through time...

It is not advisable to stay here for long.

Yi Ye Zhi Qiu walked forward, touched a pair of shoes and put them on, then threw the rifle to Hu Wan. The two skeletons, one tall and one short, hurriedly left the crime scene.

The NPCs in the enemy camp are not very friendly, and there are no subtitles embedded in the game.

Until they can communicate, they should stay as far away from human towns as possible...

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Yiye Zhiqiu and Hu Wan patted their butts and headed towards the swamp and coastline in the southwest, but the noise they made caused a huge stir.

A clothed skeleton appeared in the suburbs, which was hard not to hurt the sensitive nerves of the residents of Silverpine Town who had just witnessed the undead at the entrance of the maze not long ago.

Especially since the militia had suffered heavy losses recently, the town's defenses were quite weak.

Not long after the two players left, the militia on duty nearby rushed to the scene.

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Looking at the farmland that seemed to have suffered little damage, Hebal, who had just been rapidly promoted to the position of captain, patted Abel's shoulder comfortingly.

"Brother, you are lucky. You only lost a pair of shoes while running. I lost my shield last time... By the way, did you see my shield in their hands?"

The dusty old Abel shook his head, and he couldn't tell how bad his mood was.

What he lost was not just a pair of shoes, but also a musket that the lord had placed here.

However, as long as he can explain clearly that the weapons were indeed lost while defending the farmland, the lord will not ask him to pay for it.

Only the pair of shoes belonged to him.

"No."

"No...it seems they are not the same one." Hebal scratched the back of his head, gestured to the new recruit behind him, and took the farmer back to the post to make records.

This is a necessary procedure.

Although he also knew that it would be better to expect adventurers to save money to buy a house than to expect an old farmer to spit out any reliable information.

In short, after Old Abel's face and nose turned even redder as he described, the nearby outpost finally figured out the shape of the skull.

ferocious!

insidious!

And cunning!

Just like the devil's minions!

Old Abel used all his might and used every word he could imagine to describe the devil.

After all, losing a shoe is a small matter, but losing a shoe because of being scared by an ordinary undead ghost is a lifelong shame.

The news was quickly reported up the chain of command.

Finally, the news reached the ears of Sheriff Adlai, and the clothed skeleton unexpectedly turned into a clothed lich.

Sitting at his desk, Adlai rubbed his chin with his index finger and looked casually at several frightened subordinates in the office.

Lich...

Is he the servant of that master? If so, there is nothing to worry about.

Whether in terms of mentality or stance, the man sitting here is no longer the same person he was before.

Throwing the report into the drawer, Adlai yawned and spoke casually.

"What do I think of it? An old farmer saw a ghost. It's no big deal. Let's just go away."

"No, no big deal?!"

Hebal, standing in front of the desk, looked at his boss in surprise, wondering why he didn't see him in the bar yesterday...

It seems like he drank more than me.

Looking at this ignorant guy, Adlai curled his lips in disdain.

"It's just an undead. Do you think an old farmer can recognize what a lich is? I've never even seen that thing... I bet the smartest undead he's ever seen in his life is probably his father who couldn't afford to bury him after he died."

Several captains looked at each other, and one of them said in a low voice.

"But, sir... he swore to Saint Sis that the dead man was indeed wearing clothes, and they seemed to be sheets and curtains torn off somewhere. Obviously, this was not his attire when he was alive-"

"It's obvious that some unlucky refugee died and turned into a ghost because of something he had hidden in his heart."

Adlai waved his hand impatiently, dismissing the suspicious speculation.

"Okay, it's a small matter if I say so! I'll talk to Father Matt about it later... and the Adventurer's Guild, there shouldn't be any problem with that, right?"

If it weren't for the heavy losses in the previous battle, he really didn't want to promote these short-sighted guys.

or……

Next time I'll ask the Demon King for a few corpses.

Not only the church, he also wanted to place a few obedient men in the militia.

Um.

If possible, the town hall would also arrange a few.

Seeing what the boss said, several captains looked at each other and finally nodded reluctantly in acceptance.

It is indeed the priest's job to appease the dead.

Although I don't know why the boss suddenly became so calm, it seems that this is the only way...

(End of this chapter)