Pence frowned and thought hard, it's not right~
It would be nice if there were criminals staying there waiting to die, why would they be brought to the New World specially.
Everyone was confused until the first player began to exercise with the torture equipnt in the eyes of the chief guard, and trained himself to death on the equipnt under the shocked eyes of Pence and others.
In just half a day, Pence watched batches of players being tortured to death by equipnt. So new players regret it when they go up, but when they want to stop, they find that there is no way to stop. They can only exercise at the current speed while calling for help to the people around them.
Then the guards watched them scream and die, one by one more miserable than the other.
The players on the side started the betting ga, betting on how long the person calling for help can last.
The instrunts designed by Marcos are all for normal human use, and the demi-races whose appearance has been modified are extrely unsuitable, which greatly increases their mortality rate.
So people didn't put their tails and wings up, or accidentally caught the animal ears in the equipnt. The scene is so **** that children under the age of eighteen can only see a bunch of mosaics.
Soon, so guards couldn't bear this purgatory-like scene, and rushed out of the cave screaming.
Pence was spattered with blood.
He stood there in a daze, his open mouth seed to be dislocated, and he couldn't close it.
Du Wei's avatar, Lolo, stood aside, calmly improving the training equipnt for the players.
Pence's arrival didn't cause much disturbance, only a few new players approached and tried to get one or two side missions.
But Pence obviously hasn't recovered from the shock, and doesn't want to talk to those chattering players at all.
Finally, under the **** of a group of guards, he left the cave as if fleeing.
After walking out of the cave, Burns looked at the entrance of the cave with hesitation, or seal the cave.
But when he thought of the bronze and silver players he saw along the way, he felt a little bit reluctant.
At least for now there is a glimr of hope.
A glimr of hope against mbers of the Prior family.
"That's not all, right? Where did the others go?" Pence wanted to find bright spots from other outsiders to increase his confidence in them.
"Also, there are still a large number of Yin with wings on the top of the mountain." The head guard faltered.
Pence waved his hand, "Go, take to see!"
The chief guard hesitated for a while, and swallowed the words in his throat, "You should be ntally prepared."
Pence was a little puzzled, but seeing the chief guard hesitated to speak. He still decided to see it with his own eyes, why the chief guard had to prepare himself ntally.
On the top of a mountain about 800 to 900 ters high, players with various wings ca to the edge of the cliff, and then jumped down shouting various slogans.
"This ti I will definitely be able to fly!"
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
"Wings hidden in the darkness! Spread your wings!"
"Ah! Damn it! Who says it's not scary at all~"
Pence watched those players fall off the cliff, none of them could spread their wings and soar into the sky. The brain suddenly couldn't keep up with the train of thought.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he looked at the chief guard and asked, "Are they committing suicide?"
The head of the guards had an expression of being overwheld, and he stumbled and repeated what the player said to him before, "I asked them before...they said...the chicks can only spread their wings and fly high when they are in a desperate situation."
Pence feels that his three views have been completely subverted today. Everything I saw just now may be an illusion, and I urgently need to go back to the mansion to rest.
A small number of players followed Pence, and the guards asked Pence how to deal with it. Pence said that they would follow if they liked, and just don't put them in the mansion.
The players followed all the way to the mansion, and were stopped by the guards until the door.
Seeing that Pence had regained his composure, the chief guard stepped forward and said:
"Master Burns, are these really demihumans? I just saw one. Uh...a creature to be precise, it seems to be
Their clansman, that guy doesn't have any human traits on him, and he can't even speak. But it can be similar to the thod of the secret thod, but it does not need to extract any elental energy. "
Pence's mind was still a little confused, and he was surprised and delighted to hear the news, "Is that a mysterious power different from our world? What kind of power is it?"
"I haven't entered the supernatural. Although I haven't personally experienced that kind of attack, I should be able to defend against it with my aura. And I'm also confident that I can deal with it with one move." The head guard replied.
Burns pondered for a while, "After all, you have silver-level strength, what if you are a black-iron-level transcendent?"
"Its attack can easily defeat entry-level monsters and superhumans. Black Iron's attack power and defense are definitely better. But if it is a sneak attack, the Black Iron class may not be able to withstand it."
Burns nodded slightly, "Pay more attention to this kind of existence. If they can also enter the extraordinary level, report to as soon as possible."
Is it possible to fight against the extraordinary with a mortal body, and it does not require any elental energy.
That kind of power can also be used if it is in a place where the arcane is forbidden like the Sigma barrier. Wouldn't it be possible to train a special warfare force? When fighting against hostile forces in the future, as long as you open the forbidden area, you will be invincible.
The more Pence thought about it, the more excited he beca, and the speed of shaking the red wine glass in his hand beca faster and faster.
...
The border town where Pence is located is called Put City. A group of sub-race players suddenly entered Put City, which quickly caused riots.
The originally noisy downtown area was closed, and only a few drunks were left sleeping on the side of the road, and so mobile shops pushing small carts.
The manager of Put City is just a courtier of the Solomon family. He doesn't even have an orthodox title, only a knight title. But being able to serve as the guardian of the towns on the outer circle of the kingdom has sothing to do with it. He himself is a bronze-ranked warrior with first-class execution ability, so he quickly pulled up a city defense team to exterminate the sub-race players The players who ca here at this ti are those who are interested in everything in the ga Very interested newcor. The entire net worth of small rchants in the city is in their mobile stores. If they lose their mobile stores, they will have to wait for death after spending all their savings.
But as ordinary people, they can't run faster than players pushing a small cart. Several small vendors were blocked by the players. In the eyes of the peddler, the demi-humans are the incarnations of monsters. They hugged and shivered.
"My God, why are they so afraid of us. We are brave n summoned by Burns-Solomon to save your world."
Shivering small traders, you look at , I look at you, I don't know what to do.
At this mont, the city defense team arrived and surrounded the new players from the outside.
Although the number of city defense teams is small, the lowest strength is the entry level. More than enough against new players who are still ordinary people.
"The magic gun team is out! Shoot!"
The manager completely disregarded the life and death of the small traders in the middle, and launched an attack as soon as they surrounded the crowd.
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