Chapter 286 I have a friend who died in the game

Blood was splattered on the long stone street of Fox Cave, and anger was bombarding my heart like a meteor.

The undead have experienced several battles.

The screams of the planters, the wails of the villagers, the roars of the undead, and the buzzing of the "Red Spirits" waving their weapons.

"Run, run!" The undead were already in chaos.

Almost all the crazy villagers in the Fox Cave rushed out, and the red spirits that followed almost drowned them. Every undead has his own "red spirit".

The shoulder-to-shoulder collisions made it impossible for the undead to fully deploy their weapons. Without sufficient resistance, they could only be suppressed and beaten.

Although the undead can be resurrected, the red spirits on the opposite side seem to be endless. Without the advantages of numbers and immortality, this stalemate battle becomes more and more torturous.

When the enemy you face is a "Red Spirit" that is exactly the same as you, the torture is doubled.

Every time they are resurrected, they will appear in a random area of ​​the fox cave, which prolongs the torture indefinitely. They are trapped in this maze and cannot escape. They can only be resurrected and then continue to be hunted.

The undead people who had already reached level 10 through fighting would no longer gain any benefits in the next battle.

There is no point in continuing to be hunted down without any benefit.

They had immediately communicated with the undead in the nearby Novice Village, hoping someone would come to rescue them, but the journey of at least three to five days made the rescue an arduous one.

Some people in the fox cave have already started to find a relatively safe location to log off.

I didn't log off at 8am because he was still with Edwin, his poor friend.

The sharp wind blew in along with the scythe and pitchfork. Edwin chased the undead with difficulty, and he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The escape had exhausted Edwin's strength. His disabled body could no longer support him. He was stabbed several times in succession, his blood was flowing uncontrollably, and a red mist blurred his vision.

The world is spinning.

But a hand reached out and he took Edwin's hand.

The fog ahead was cleared, and the hazy vision gradually became clear.

The hand that grabbed him came from the undead.

"Don't fall behind, my friend."

Being grabbed by the undead's hand, Edwin felt as if he was lifted up weightlessly, and then he was dragged onto the other's back.

"Thank you."

Edwin tried hard to make a sound, but he could no longer hear his own voice. He just opened his mouth in vain, hoping in his heart that his voice could be heard.

The undead also responded loudly without stopping: "I know a place, although it's a bit far away, but the lord there has a good character. No one will go hungry in his territory, and everyone will be protected. He will definitely welcome you to move there."

"is it?"

"We can drink together in the tavern in the future. I will teach you how to play cards. However, you must not drink wine! I swore since I came to the Fox Cave that I would never drink wine in my life!"

"That sounds... good..." Edwin whispered.

The immortal I, Shang Zaoba, finally escaped from the fox cave with Edwin. The light in the sky was like an invisible barrier, stopping the pursuers from behind.

Under the same sky, two worlds are perfectly divided.

The enthusiastic villagers stood at the entrance of Fox Hole Village, helpless and furious, but they dared not move forward.

I went to bed at eight in the morning and looked at Edwin, whose body was as broken as a rag bag.

He suddenly felt that the whole game was nonsense.

Is this a penalty for losing the game? No, protecting Edwin was never a mission in the first place, as he never received any reward.

Just like now he failed and only brought out Edwin's body but was not punished.

He looked towards the entrance of the Fox Cave Village. After confirming that they could not catch the undead, the villagers turned around and dispersed.

He was left alone standing in front of the corpse, staring at everything in front of him in silence.

In the distance were the scattered frantic enemies, and nearby were the motionless corpses.

This world is very real and vivid. Just a short game makes him feel like he has experienced a whole new life. He begins to believe that this world is definitely not a game, at least Edwin is not a game character.

"very glad to know your friend."

He met an ugly but absolutely trustworthy friend.

Only now that friend is dead.

Died in the game.

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Lind appeared in front of Fox Cave Village.

There were already scattered undead figures around, including some whose strength exceeded level 11.

Some of them are red names, which means that these people are actually related to Raven City and are hostile to themselves.

The spread of the bloodthirsty plague is faster than expected, and it is an excellent place for some undead to level up.

Even businessmen began to appear around.

Merchants setting up stalls, reselling various potions and weapons.

"Come, come, take a look. This is a high-quality little red bottle. Do you feel weak, powerless, or have back pain? Come and have a bottle. One bottle only costs 500 Riven coins!"

"How much?" An undead man carrying an axe stopped and raised his hand to pick his ear.

Inflation?
Many things cannot be bought with money, such as potions that can lead to advancement and various enchanted equipment, etc. Some things are in limited supply, such as various recovery potions that are not expensive but are not recommended by NPCs.

No matter how well-made the medicine is, after years of taking it, there will always be some traces left in the body. These residual traces will cause a significant impact and hinder subsequent promotion.

Moreover, if the potion cannot be consumed continuously, its effect will be greatly reduced, so many NPCs will only choose to carry one or two bottles with them, and only use them to save lives at critical moments. If the wound can heal itself, they will bandage it and wait for it to heal itself.

If we don't need so many medicines, we won't have to invest too much productivity.

The population is sparse in the apocalypse, so it is better to produce more useful things instead of using it to make potions.

But there are not so many things to consider for the immortals. They drink drugs crazily and will be resurrected even after death. Any influences remaining in the body will disappear with death.

It is difficult to find medicine, which is a common problem for almost all undead at this stage. There are also undead wizards who are trying to brew potions themselves, but the time cost is too high and the effect is not good.

There is also a group of undead who follow Lind and are working as potion dealers. According to what Lind occasionally heard, these people's business is quite good. They earn points to make potions, and then sell them in large quantities at a slightly higher price.

The vendor said, "This stuff is hard to get, it's all hard stuff!"

The undead man carrying the axe has begun to doubt himself: "I work so hard as a blacksmith, but the money I earn is not enough to buy a bottle of medicine?"

"Hehe" the undead man who was setting up a stall didn't say anything.

If you don’t have money, then there’s nothing to talk about.

Lind used the stealth ability of the Secret Mark Messenger, "stealth and concealment". At this moment, he was standing in the open space where people were coming and going, but his outstanding ability made him seem invisible, and no one noticed his arrival at all.

The undead were clamoring here, but because the strongest ones were just the "experts" who came over from the nearby villages and towns, and had just completed their job changes at most, the progress of entering the fox cave was infinitely prolonged.

After entering, they were trapped. Their strength was not enough to cope with it, so they could only shout a few times here and wait for more people to come.

Of course, some people also regard this place as a trading market, where they can buy things that they cannot see in their novice village, or simply barter.

Equipment and weapons are hard currency.

It’s a pity that the undead from Troll Castle and Green Hill didn’t come, otherwise they would definitely teach the undead what “being rich is really a big deal” means. Maybe they could further publicize their own benefits and attract some undead who find it difficult to play the game to turn to the light.

Linde walked around the small market twice and also watched the excitement of the conspicuous bag business.

When a large group of undead get together, it is always a lot of fun. By pinching the face of a game character on the Internet, it seems to be hiding oneself, but in fact it completely releases the real self.

Watching them play more, Linde suddenly realized that the Internet had been updated in such a short time. Will he be unable to keep up with the times one day and become a red-name monster? He felt a little anxious.

After making sure that there was nothing stranger, Lind walked to the wall of the Fox Cave Village, jumped in with an easy leap, and quickly moved back and forth on the undulating walls and roofs.

Although Lind cannot see the player's data and health bar, he has a clear perception of the enemy's strength and status.

Through perception, he can clearly know how long the enemy will last before dying after enduring the first attack, and also know what kind of power may be hidden in the enemy.

The difference between quantifying abilities and perceiving them is simply the difference in the form of expression.

Of course, for most ordinary knights, it may be more intuitive to have detailed panel data instead of relying on instinct.

Standing right in front of Lind was an undead man, "Unhappy Superman".

If the undead's movement speed is not faster than his own, and the other party does not have the magical ability of space movement, then the real Unhappy Superman should appear in the market now.

That conspicuous bag is very good at making trouble. Just now, when he stopped at the market, he was controlled by the other party for 10 seconds.

It's like shouting loudly: "I am Unhappy Superman. As long as I am unhappy, I am Superman!"

Lind could feel that the person in front of him was a real undead, not a fake thing. There was indeed a faint red light on his body, but it was easy to ignore and was not as obvious as it looked from the undead's perspective.

This strange feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.

This is a red spirit from the undead.

(End of this chapter)