Chapter 1185 1183 The Loyal Warriors of Castile, Stand Up!

Chapter 1185 1183. Loyal warriors of Castile, stand up!

"Ah, the power! Coming up"

The adjutant soldier next to Captain Zhao moved his stiff limbs and shouted in an exaggerated tone, which caused Old Zhao, who was holding a cigarette and trying the taste of tobacco in the game, to glance at this guy with a strange look.

Well, regardless of the subtle look in Captain Zhao's eyes at this time.

After all, whenever a guy with a throwing ax on his head and talking and laughing appears next to him, he will look at him with the same strange look.

His unlucky adjutant was unlucky to be attacked by a fallen son of god at the final stage of his attack on the giant tree of Castile. That guy could mobilize trees to form various weapons to attack the opponent, and the adjutant was attacked by a The wooden battle ax suddenly flew and chopped his head into pieces.

But it was a fate well deserved.

Who told this guy not to like wearing a helmet after he had a cool exoskeleton? Everyone wears a helmet when fishing but you don't wear one when going to the battlefield. Isn't that what he deserves?

However, the hell submarines have preferential treatment. In order to make up for their inability to be resurrected frequently, Murphy gave them the authority to transform into undead units after death. This is why the adjutant can still fight with a big ax on his head. Chief chat sharing the main reason for tobacco.

But precisely because he is an undead, this guy can more clearly feel the subtle changes in the power system in this forest after the creation of the Elf Hades and the Rebirth Tree.

Hundreds of undead team members, including him, have an additional "Underworld·Rebirth Tree Strengthened" status. All attributes are increased by 5%, and all attacks will be accompanied by trace amounts of necrotic damage, which is equivalent to the exclusive world BUFF of the undead. , you can enjoy it as long as you enter the Castile Peninsula.

"This thing can still be improved!"

The adjutant was feeling the changes in his attributes with great interest. He took advantage of the racial characteristics of the undead that they do not need to breathe, and took an epic cigarette through his lungs. Then he turned to Old Zhao and said:

"According to BUFF's explanation, as long as the power of Hades in this forest continues to increase, the increase that we undead can get will also continue to increase, up to a 30% attribute increase. Holy shit, that's really awesome!"

"That's awesome."

Captain Zhao scolded:

"I really thought you were playing games, and you didn't look at the terrible weakening after becoming undead!

Perception has been cut in half, movement speed has been reduced a lot, and accuracy has dropped drastically. The combat effectiveness of individual soldiers is not even weak. Apart from not being afraid of death, there are almost no benefits. I can't expect you to complete your respective tactical tasks. .

Now I can only use you as shield-bearing infantry!

It’s just food!

You know it.

You guys who became undead for various reasons are just useless. Everyone else is fine. If something happens to you, if this is on the real battlefield, you will die. Do you understand? How can you still have a chance to say weird things to me here?

After the mission is over, all the guys who became undead, including you, will write a review!

Take a good look at the stupidity you made in your actions, carry out criticism and self-criticism as a class, and strive not to do such a bad thing again the next time you take action.

We are the elite!

Do you have the slightest bit of the status that an elite should have in your stupid look now? "

"Oh, I have to write a self-criticism again. I'm convinced."

The adjutant complained.

But he did not continue to refute, because both he and Lao Zhao saw the burnt elven corpses in the ruins not far away getting up in a weird posture.

To be honest, this scene is a bit hairy.

Especially in the background of this tragic battlefield, almost every place where there are corpses has similar strange movements. For the soldiers who were born in an atheistic world, this is a real "ghost".

Old Zhao had already pulled out the enhanced version of his M1911 Burning Gold for personal protection and loaded it with a click, but his wrist was held down by the adjutant beside him.

The latter glanced at the reminder on his player interface and said to Captain Zhao:

“This is the will of Hades summoning the undead, and it is the natural rhythm of the spiritual energy of death.

According to this theory, after the Rebirth Tree becomes the death core of the Castile Peninsula, the death spiritual energy it generates will continue to spread outwards and will not stop until the spiritual energy environment in this area is restructured.

The resurrection of the dead is just an epiphenomenon of the rhythm of death.

Anyway, this is normal, don’t be impulsive! "

"Zhuo! It's better to leave this ghost place."

Captain Zhao wiped his arm and glanced at the "Headless Horseman" who had climbed up next to him and swayed towards the direction of the giant tree of Castile. He complained:

"I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if I do this all the time. Also, the mental health of the soldiers is also a big problem. In the battles these days, each person has killed at least six enemies on average. The kill feedback in this damn game is too real. , last night alone, more than eleven soldiers reported to their squad leader that they felt a little uncomfortable.

I think there must be many similar situations.

Therefore, after this mission, all soldiers must receive psychological intervention. I don't want to see my soldiers suffer from PTSD. "

"Well, Mr. Qin has already made arrangements."

The adjutant replied:

"And this is also a good screening mechanism. It can confirm which soldiers are not suitable for the battlefield in the game, so as to avoid any accidents in actual combat in the future. However, Captain, Mr. Qin's body"

He looked around, lowered his voice and said:

"When I went offline for a run last night, I unexpectedly saw medical staff busy in Master Qin's office. There were also some mysterious rumors. Aren't you a soldier of Master Qin? Is his health condition good? Is it related to this game?”

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

Captain Zhao said with a straight face:

"It must be confirmed that the helmet is harmless before we can enter the game on a large scale. As for Mr. Qin's health, he is suffering from old problems. The old man is stubborn and refuses to take a good rest. He is probably sick from overwork. Forget it, I'll leave. Go check it out online.

Keep an eye on this for me first, and contact me immediately if you have any questions! "

"Yeah, okay."

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"Well, there's a long way to go."

In the heart of the giant tree of Castile, Murphy looked at the evaluation of "Local Hades Power System Rating: Weak" on the administrator interface and sighed:

"Even if there is a living Hades, it will take a long time for the cycle of life and death in the Castile region to truly get on the right track, and the elves have their own national conditions and cannot copy the model of Songhai Hades. It is really frustrating. "

"This kind of thing is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Tris next to Murphy comforted:

"It's already good that you can lay the foundation for them. I know you are in a hurry, but this kind of thing related to the adjustment of the regional power system cannot be rushed. If you don't plan to personally be responsible for the advancement of the power of the Elf Hades, , it would be better to quickly find a local Hades for this place.

Moreover, given the life customs and lifespan rotation of the elves as immortal species, even if the power of Hades in the Castile Peninsula reaches its peak, the manpower that can be fed back to you here is destined to be very limited. "

"As long as it can achieve self-protection, I really don't expect anything else."

Murphy waved his hands and said:

"The cycle of life and death still depends on human beings. From the age of 12 to the age of 82, it can be done all day long all year round as long as conditions permit. As long as they are given enough time and a stable enough environment, the number of human populations can be It increases exponentially like blowing up a balloon.

It is simply an ‘innate breeding of the holy body’.

Gnolls are at a disadvantage in this respect, but the numerical advantage of having large litters of Gnolls makes up for the disadvantage that they only go into heat twice a year.

Therefore, compared with the huge amount of human feedback that humans can bring in the future, other races are just a plus. "

"Well, forget about the rat men and the fish men."

Tris clasped her fingers and said:

"Those two races are really famous for their breeding, but I estimate that the human feedback mode of the life and death cycle of the rat people and the fishmen may be adjusted. Otherwise, their reproduction speed will probably give you the number of human feedback in a few years. to tens of millions or more.

This is too scary. "

"I also feel that it really can't be played without weakening it."

Murphy rubbed his chin and guessed:

"I think the cycle of life and death of other races mainly maintains the natural growth of the population, but the focus of the cycle of life and death of the rat people and fishmen is to limit the size of the group. Otherwise, once they are allowed to reproduce unconditionally and wildly, the balance of life and death in the entire world will be It’s going to be broken.”

"Sir Murphy! We found the laboratory!"

Just as Pluto and his "beloved concubine" were discussing these life and death topics, the sea elf prince Ivelios rushed into the secret room in the heart of the tree. He said:

"Those Blighters and Tree Shepherds do not allow us to enter. They say that only you are qualified to enter the Land of the Creator."

"It should."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"That place was occupied by the Witch Cult before. Who knows what those guys did with the equipment in the biological laboratory and what 'surprises' they left behind. The vigilance of the dead is commendable. But, Evie, why did you also Are you so interested in that place?”

"Because the source of the birth of all sons of gods is in it."

The handsome sea elf prince still had the coldness left after the war. He touched his face and sighed:

"As a member of the Son of God, I once regarded this status as a supreme honor to serve the gods. However, after learning the truth about the Son of God project from Aunt Philosil, I realized that this power is not just Originating from the blessing of the gods, it is also the 'original sin' of our elves.

Using one's own citizens to conduct large-scale human experiments and leading to the contamination of the gene pool due to mistakes, something that sounds terrible, actually happened in the undercurrent of our peaceful country.

To be honest, Mr. Murphy, my experiences in the past few days have made me deeply aware of my previous naivety.

The beauty of the world in my eyes is just a simple disguise. Even in my hometown, which I regard as a natural paradise, terrible things are still happening. Even I was born in the gray between black and white. In the zone. "

"This is a good thing, Evie. Only by breaking the past understanding of the world can we grow and progress better."

Murphy patted the sea elf prince on the shoulder as if he had been there before and said:

"Let's go to the laboratory and have a look. It will take several hours for the Resurrection Tree to assemble the undead army. When the Kingdom of Castile's 'Wither Army' is formed, we will set off to the Elf King's Court to thoroughly Put an end to the series of terrible events caused by the Witch Cult and Dusk in your hometown.

By then, you will be able to meet your fiancée.

I guess Her Majesty Sheila Gui must have a lot to say to you. I hope you are ready. "

Murphy's tone was very subtle, allowing Ivelious to confirm that this powerful vampire lord must have mastered some secrets related to the Elf Kingdom, but he, like other vampires, was unwilling to make the secrets public, so His Highness Ivelius I can only look forward to the meeting between myself and my fiancée with trepidation.

The three of them followed the branches of the "dying" Castile Rebirth Giant Tree all the way to the surface at the bottom of the giant tree.

This is the area where the "Son of God" project was initially promoted. A large biological laboratory of the Creator is hidden in it. The dead have guarded the place as guards, preventing the living from entering.

Those who were blocked were not only the followers of His Highness Ivey and the driven giant tree druids, but also the players!

The people of the Silver Moon Group and the unlucky elf-controllers who struggled to survive being chased by the Moon Sisters until Mannis came to rescue them were thrown directly into the underworld by the unscrupulous snake and were almost besieged to death by the dead.

Lumina's state at this time was really embarrassing.

She was almost killed by the enraged Moon Sisters, but survived.

Unfortunately, Brother Wolfberry, the Rope Art Master and a dozen other unlucky guys were caught while on the run. I don’t know how much torture those guys were going through at this time, but they did not go offline or post a request for help on the forum. information, so he was probably just imprisoned by the angry Moon Sisters and not tortured to extract a confession.

"Honorable Lord of Withering, the villains of the Witch Cult left some evil things in the laboratory. We are here to prevent the living from entering more to protect them."

Seeing Murphy coming like "the stars holding the moon", the Wither Druid, who had just been transferred to an official member of the Elf Hades, immediately stepped forward to report.

Well, just like the Songhai people called Hades and the Callum people called Lord Huangquan, the elves quickly determined Murphy's title in this forest after the establishment of Hades.

The title "Lord of the Withered" sounds a bit evil, but considering that it is really cool, Murphy did not refuse these dead elves to call him this, and he felt a little secretly happy. Hey, he got another glorious title.

With a straight face and the majesty that the "Lord of Withering" should have, he said to the dead who had fulfilled their duties:

"I understand your concerns, but please do not be too cautious.

In addition to being your Lord of Withering, I am also the chosen one personally selected by the Creator. This laboratory in front of me from the Golden Age is also my domain. Therefore, get out of the way. I want to see with my own eyes what Dusk has done here. What a monster.

At this time, you should go and shape the ‘withering army’ under my great tree of death!

The kings and leaders of the elven living are still trapped in the elven court, and terrible conspiracies are being promoted in the world of the living. For now, only the dead can defeat all malice and protect this natural place.

Go for it!

In the name of death, we call upon the unwilling dead and loyal warriors to resurrect from their graves and form an immortal army belonging to the elves! As I said, the dead are watching everything happening on this land, and they are no longer willing to remain silent!

If the living cannot manage this land, the dead will not mind taking their place. "

"Where are the sinners? Noble Lord of Blight."

The Great Druid of Wither asked in a hoarse tone:

"What about the sinners who were driven to attack the giant tree of Castile in an attempt to subvert the order? Will they also receive the blessing of death?"

"Scoundrels don't deserve blessings!"

Murphy said coldly:

"They only deserve eternal excommunication, and their fetid souls will be trapped in rotting bodies, dragging their remains in the agony of death to atone for their sins. You will not allow them to wash away their sins until you recognize that they have paid off their sins. Re-enter the reincarnation.

They will transform into the ugliest and eternally hungry ghouls and become the atonement pioneers of the Wither Army!

They will lose their beauty and elegance and turn into the ugliest minions, feeding on the flesh and blood of sinners but never being able to satisfy their gluttonous desires. And their stories will be passed down forever to awaken those degenerates who indulge in the dark trenches and do not want to look back. who.

They are the whips used by the tree of death to whip the living. I will give you this whip to control. "

"As it should be!"

The Archdruid of the Wither shouted loudly:

"You are the true Lord of Justice, Your Excellency, so that the good will be rewarded and the evil will be punished, so that this forest can be kept pure forever! We are honored to be your eyes of supervision and hands of judgment, for every cold and cold person. When the morning mist of the forest blows, it puts the souls of those evil people into the decaying cage.

We will definitely live up to our mission!

ah!

Dead men of Castile, warriors of the Elf Kingdom, stand up!

Serve your master and give this land a second chance at life! "