Chapter 199: Cemetery Technology, Shocking

Brownbeard was willing to swear in the name of His Majesty the Demon God that he had never seen such an exaggerated mechanical gadget in his life.

The steel-built behemoth let out a deafening roar, and in less than half an hour, it pulled more than a dozen carriages full of coal from the depths of the mine to the surface.

The only drawback is that the ash from this thing is too choking. When he came out of the mine, he had turned into a piece of coal.

And maybe it was because he inhaled too much coal ash, but he fainted several times and his head hurt as if he had a hangover.

Of course, these shortcomings are not shortcomings at all for the undead. After all, they don’t need to breathe at all. They are just skeletons.

Brownbeard jumped down from behind the head of the steel behemoth, stared at it in surprise, walked around it several times, knocked on it with his hand, and spoke incoherently.

"This... is actually a steam engine! But why does it have wheels?! It's incredible that you actually drove the ship onto land! How did you do that?"

Several players standing nearby were also confused by his words. They looked at each other and complained.

"What kind of ship is this? This is called a train!"

"That's right! I'm always surprised by something I haven't seen before."

They have seen many smart NPCs, so this time a stupid one came, and they were quite uncomfortable for a while.

Just at this moment, the leader of this group of skeleton soldiers came over.

It was a skeleton that was obviously larger in size, and judging from the Netherworldly aura wrapped around its frame, it had at least the strength of Black Iron level.

Brownbeard looked at him nervously, and the skeleton soldier also stared at him for a few seconds, then spoke in human language.

"Why is there an extra dwarf? When can I change my job to a dwarf?"

"Change job?" Brownbeard was stunned and didn't understand.

Before he could come to his senses, the skeleton soldier next to him continued chattering.

"It's not a job change. This guy is an NPC. I don't know how he wandered here."

Once you are dead, you are no longer afraid of ghosts: "NPC?! Good guy, he actually came out of this cave alive, he is really lucky."

What is an NPC? Brownbeard was completely confused. He could understand every syllable coming from the crystals on the chests of these undead, but he had no idea what they meant when put together.

It feels like traveling to another world.

At this moment, the annoying spider that had thrown him into the mine slowly walked over, stared at him with a sinister smile and said.

"…This is the surface of the earth. Not far away is Beifeng City. Congratulations, messenger from the Castle of Disaster. You have arrived safely."

Seeing the Demon Lord’s mount appear here, the players standing around also came to their senses and realized that the plot had been triggered.

After realizing this, the way they looked at the hell dwarf suddenly became different, and there was an additional eager light in the soul fire - although that pale green eagerness only made people feel creepy in the eyes of others.

Brownbeard couldn't help but take a half step back and said nervously.

"What are you going to do? I'm the messenger from Castle of Disaster... a friend of your Lord Demon!"

A crypt spider wouldn't scare him, after all, the hell dwarves of Rockshatter Peak used it as a snack with their drinks. However, these undead spirits that could speak human language were different. They were filled with indescribable weirdness from head to toe, making it difficult for him to stay calm.

However, these undead spirits had no idea how scary they were, especially the Black Iron-level guy among them, who came forward eagerly.

"Ah, the Castle of Disaster, right? I know that place! Hey, don't be nervous, the Demon King's friends are our friends!"

The other skeletons did the same, gathering around him enthusiastically and making crackling sounds around the pale brown beard.

"What's your name? How old are you? What grade?"

"Are there many monsters in the Calamity Castle? What's the drop rate?"

"Since you are a messenger, you must be here to ask for help, right?"

"Don't worry! The Necropolis will never abandon its friends. Your business is our business!"

"That's right! What's the mission?! Just tell us!"

It's not that they are really hospitable, they just want to try to trick them into giving us some information about the new version or the new map.

Brownbeard was completely confused and had no idea what they were saying, but he still went ahead and told them why he was there.

"We need food. There aren't enough mushrooms in the cave... Of course, we won't let you work in vain. We can exchange goblin or rat slaves with you, or if you have anything else you need, that's fine."

"Goblin and Skaven slaves?"

Several skeleton soldiers were stunned when they heard this, looked at each other, and said while touching the back of their heads.

"It's useless for us to have that thing."

"that is."

"It took us a lot of effort to clean up the ratmen here. It will be troublesome if another nest comes."

Listening to the whispers of the undead, Brownbeard spoke quickly.

"That's because you don't know how to manage those guys! We can teach you! Using ratmen to mine is definitely better than mining by yourself!"

Actually, not necessarily.

There was one thing he didn't say, and that was that the ratmen rebelled every few days, and the goblins would slack off whenever they got the chance. Apart from drinking, the busiest job for the warriors and lords of the Castle of Doom was to beat up the rebellious ratmen or whip the goblins' buttocks.

He suddenly felt that it seemed quite convenient for the undead to mine, especially since they were not afraid of flooding or the "dead air" in the cave.

Unlike those slave rats, not only do they die easily, but they also always turn into undead without permission and attack everyone indiscriminately.

"Even if you say those guys are useful, we don't have room for them here."

“That’s right!”

Looking at the skeleton soldiers who were talking, the Black Iron-level skeleton pondered for a long time, the soul fire in his skull moved, and his fist hit his palm.

"How about this, since you are good at managing those ratmen and goblins, why don't you just manage them for us?"

Brownbeard was stunned for a few seconds and said in confusion.

"You mean, we send miners to your place? If you are willing to provide wine and food, that's fine..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skeleton soldier next to him immediately spoke.

"Don't bother with that. We can just open a mine there. We don't have to worry about the production safety law here."

"That's right! You don't make much money from mining here!"

"That's right! We still have to pay you wages—"

Before he could finish his words, his mouth was covered by the other undead beside him.

The leading Black Iron-level Skeleton Soldier let out a squeak of laughter, rubbed his hands, looked at the confused Brownbeard and continued speaking.

"Don't listen to him! Of course we will pay you. As for how you pay the miners, that's your business. We are not interested."

Brownbeard said, rubbing the back of his head.

"So you want to buy the ore we have?"

“Yes and no,” the Black Iron Skeleton Soldier shook his skull and continued, “Your production is too low. I can guess with my toes that your production is not even on the same level as our consumption.”

Without waiting for the dwarf to refute, he continued.

"But it doesn't matter! We can help you upgrade your mine! From large mine trucks like this one that can pull hundreds or thousands of tons of ore at a time to small individual equipment like pneumatic impact drills, handheld rock drills, and chain cutters, we can guarantee that the output of your mine can increase dozens of times! By then, our problems will be solved, and your problems will be solved too. Isn't that wonderful?"

In fact, the cemetery does not have these mining equipment, but that does not prevent him from drawing this pie first.

Brownbeard was stunned by what this guy said. Although he had no idea what those tools were used for, he understood the first and second half of the sentence.

The undead in the cemetery are willing to share this mine cart that can carry hundreds of tons of ore at a time with them!

These things can increase the mine output of the Disaster Castle by dozens of times! His face instantly turned red, and he excitedly grasped the skeleton soldier's shoulders, no longer disdaining the creepy skeleton.

"You're willing to teach us this technique?! Really?!"

I won't be afraid of ghosts when I'm dead: "I would like to! Why not?"

I will form the crotch: "That's right! We can also help you build a railway from the Disaster Castle to the Necropolis for free!"

I will form the leader: "When the time comes, just give us a few mines!"

The eyes of several skeletons were glowing green, and they wished that the dwarf would nod and agree right now so that they could start work tomorrow.

In the past, the cemetery produced more ores than could be used up, but now the situation is the opposite. Since the establishment of Beifeng City, a large number of professional roller kings have poured into all walks of life, and the basic raw materials have suddenly been in short supply. Some wealthy bosses even pay with RMB on the official website.

Although there are many minerals in Beifeng Mountain, it is definitely impossible to meet the ever-expanding demand by relying solely on players to mine.

It just so happened that I heard from this dwarf that there are a large number of slaves and ready-made mines in the Castle of Disaster, so why not just export some outdated technology to them and let them make use of those rats.

Seeing how enthusiastic these undead were, Brownbeard's heart was filled with excitement, and sweat broke out on his palms involuntarily.

Especially when he thought that the steel production in the cemetery had reached a level that allowed steel ingots to be used to pave roads, he was so excited that he was speechless.

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Perhaps they could offer a real iron throne to His Majesty Goron Steelbone, or even build a fortress for him out of steel! But at this moment, he suddenly thought of the previous blackouts in the mine, and he suddenly calmed down as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

"But... we have to breathe in the mine. You are fine with such heavy smoke, but we can't stand it." Brownbeard said with difficulty.

Unlike water pumps, the smoke produced by steam engines is in a fixed location and can be easily discharged.

However, this type of mine cart exhales as it runs, and it won't be long before the entire mine tunnel is filled with smoke.

Even if they don't care about the lives of the slave rats, they have to consider that the bodies they leave behind may become undead, and the safety of the overseers is also crucial.

However, although the Hell Dwarves are full of concerns, these problems are just minor issues for the Necropolis.

The Black Iron-level Skeleton Soldier said with a chuckle.

"It doesn't matter! Small things like this can be solved from a design perspective, such as separating the transport tunnel from the mining tunnel, or designing ventilation holes in the tunnel. If we don't do it, it means we don't need it. If you need it, we'll arrange it for you!"

He didn't expect that these generous friends would even consider these issues for him. Zongxu felt both touched and ashamed.

"You are so... so generous! My friend, Calamitous Castle will always remember our friendship! I can swear to you that next time... uh, if you encounter the threat of Chaos again, we will definitely send troops to support you!"

Although the oaths sworn by the hell dwarves are as unreliable as farts, the players neither know nor care much about it.

Who cares about the plot told by the NPC? As long as these dwarves agree to build this railway, they can get a steady stream of profits from it.

As for chaos, there is even less need to worry about it.

Now that the chaos in the maze has subsided, the probability of chaos corrosion is very small. If there is a threat from the Brass Pass, who knows who will suffer first.

Their only worry was that doing so would affect the balance, causing the price of ore in the cemetery to drop sharply, which was eventually cut by the stupid planner.

But they have other options.

That is to pull as many players as possible into the game, and lead this group of players to raise funds to build a railway. When someone clamors for a reduction in the game, there will be more people to speak up for them, saying "This is called reasonable use of the game mechanism. If you are unhappy, don't play the game."

"Let's talk about this later! I don't think the corruption of chaos will come for a while!"

"That's right, we have all been corrupted!"

Is the corrosion over? Looking at the confused dwarf brother, [I'm not afraid of ghosts after I die] stretched out his hand to hook his shoulder, patted him hard and said.

"By the way, I remember you came here to buy food, right?"

Hearing these words, Brownbeard suddenly came to his senses and said with a hurried cough.

"That's right! I almost forgot... Uh, but what if you don't need goblins and ratmen? We can't take out so much ore to exchange with you for the time being..."

[I won’t be afraid of ghosts anymore after I die] He touched his chin.

"Have you any gold?"

Brownbeard nodded and whispered.

"Yes...but we also need that thing."

[Once you’re dead, you won’t be afraid of ghosts anymore] Upon hearing this, he immediately said enthusiastically.

"That's easy! You can bring your gold to us and exchange it for ghost money, then use the ghost money to buy food. When you make money, you can redeem the gold. Ghost money can be exchanged for gold at any time here! This is equivalent to... you temporarily leaving your gold with us."

You can earn contribution points by paying tribute of gold to the Demon King. This thing is much more valuable than ghost money, and many players are collecting it.

It is for this reason that gold is the second largest hard currency in "Scary OL" besides various enchantment stones. It is also one of the main sources of contribution points for most professional players besides completing tasks. It is also one of the few channels where contributions can be purchased directly with ghost money.

For players who don't want to do quests and just want to experience the gameplay of a life profession, "Disaster OL" provides a special promotion channel.

Brownbeard thought about it and felt that this idea seemed good.

Since the other party is willing to help them upgrade the mine and build the railway, when the time comes, they can sell the ore produced and exchange it for ghost money. Not only can they buy back the gold in minutes, but they may even be able to buy more!

It’s not that they don’t produce food. They are usually self-sufficient and even have some surplus to make wine.

However, there are too many dwarves who have escaped from Brass Pass to the vicinity of Broken Rock Peak recently, and they need this food to help their fellow countrymen who have converted to the faith of the Demon God to overcome the difficulties.

Brownbeard felt that His Majesty Steelbone would definitely agree to this deal, but he was only an envoy after all and could not overstep his authority to reach an unexpected agreement on behalf of that lord.

"I have to write a letter to His Majesty...tell him about our agreement, including the use of gold to purchase food, but I don't think it should be a big problem."

After a pause, Brownbeard rubbed his hands as he looked at the skeleton in front of him and said embarrassedly.

"Well... because the situation is urgent, can you please act as soon as possible? I'm worried that after this winter, there won't be much food left in the surface humans' granaries. After all, I heard that they have also accepted a lot of refugees."

"Do something?" [No longer afraid of ghosts after death] looked at him strangely and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by doing something?"

Brownbeard was stunned for a moment and then asked.

"Aren't you going to rob humans?"

Before, when they did business with the maze in Thunder County, the orders were placed by the Disaster Castle, and then Reggie Dragun's brothers would go out to grab the goods. After they got them, they would exchange the money for the goods.

Although this was the first time they had worked together with His Majesty Luo Yan, he thought the other party knew about the unwritten understanding between them.

[Once you’re dead, you won’t be afraid of ghosts anymore.] After hearing this, he waved his hand and said with a smile.

"That's not necessary. Just tell us how much food you need and we'll buy it directly from humans."

"ah?"

After hearing these words, Brownbeard was completely at a loss for words. He opened his eyes as wide as copper bells and opened his mouth but could not utter a word.

If he remembered correctly, last year the Thunder County maze had fought a bloody battle with the human kingdom on the surface. So they were already doing business?!

This turn caught him off guard! As if seeing the surprise on the dwarf's face, he smiled mysteriously and patted his shoulder and said, "I'm not afraid of ghosts after I die."

"My friend, times have changed. Now there are the Devil's men everywhere. If you don't believe me, go ask around."

Zhuxu didn't dare to go to those places to inquire.

Being caught by those human knights was no joke; they couldn't just temporarily grow hair on their heads and pretend to be legitimate dwarves.

However, seeing that these undead could appear in the sunlight at will and even built a large city on the surface, he couldn't help but suspect that these skeleton soldiers were deceiving him.

After pondering for a long time, he let out a heartfelt sigh.

"As expected of His Majesty Luo Yan..."

As expected of a demon king who had studied in the Demon City—

The strength is indeed unfathomable!

(End of this chapter)