Reckless Through The New World

The night was dark, and the cold wind was blowing.

It's already late January, and it's almost the coldest season of the year. In addition to the Southern Islands, even in the southernmost region of the Western Continent, Molai, the climate is quite cold. Of course, the climate in Mad God World is not as warm as the Southern Islands, and it is slightly better than Tara Khan. For people who walk at night, the cold wind blowing on their bodies is really icy and biting.

Although the traversers are powerful, this level of cold cannot stop them, but it is one thing to be able to bear it, and it is another thing to be uncomfortable.

"It's so cold!" Loma complained, "What the **** are those people doing in magic research? They've been doing research for several years, and I haven't seen any decent results from their research! I don't expect them to toss. Come up with a 'mansion technique', so that we can live in a luxury villa when we are camping, but at least that 'magic trick' should be researched! Shouldn't the research to improve our physical condition be a priority!"

"This is something that can't be helped." As the leader of the strategy team, He Yin usually interacts with the transmigrators who are engaged in magic research. After listening to Loma's complaint, he explained, "The so-called 'magic tricks' are actually far more difficult than High-level magic is much bigger. It is impossible to achieve a variety of effects with a low-level magic."

Loma's eyes widened: "After a few years of research, I came up with an 'impossible'? I have a dirty word that I want to say now!"

"Don't mind, anyway, even if you research it, you won't be able to use it."

"Yes, you are a dwarf guardian. Although your magic power is not weak, you belong to the rune mage system. Whether you have 'magic tricks' or no 'magic tricks', what does it have to do with you?"

"That's right, aren't you just a tortoise running into the rabbit's den and criticizing bitterly, 'If you don't practice sprinting well, you will be eaten by foxes'... This is too much of a business!"

The transmigrators "comforted" Loma one after another, but their speech was obviously very problematic, and Loma's eyes widened when he heard it, and he wanted to jump up and fight them.

Seeing his annoyed face, Panda smiled and touched his head: "How does it feel to be poisoned?"

Loma immediately understood what he meant, and snorted coldly: "I will record it in the notes, and next time I find an opportunity, I will spray it back!"

"When is the time for retribution..."

"Life is proud to be thoroughly enjoyed themselves!"

Seeing the stubborn look on the dwarf's face, Panda smiled and shook his head, but said nothing.

This guy has this kind of temper since he first met him. In a blink of an eye, everyone played games in the same guild for six or seven years, and then in a blink of an eye, it has been more than five years and almost six years now. If he wants to change It has already been changed, why wait until today?

A group of people walked in the drowsy night, surrounded by several circles of magic light, some were alert, some were protective, some were exorcising evil, and the effects were different. It's just that everyone knows that although the power of these spells is not weak, the monsters used to deal with the crazy **** world are really not suitable for some specialties. Of the ten percent of their power, I am afraid that they can only exert a forty-five percent. With the power of 40% to 50%, it is probably no problem to clean up ordinary little monsters, but if you really encounter a ruthless character, it is nothing more than the difference between being broken once or twice.

Fortunately, this kind of thing didn't happen, maybe they saw thirty people walking on the road menacingly, those little monsters didn't dare to cause trouble. Panda doesn't believe that low-level monsters can understand such high-end things as "weighing the pros and cons" - after all, it seems that even the President of the United States does not understand this very well - but he thinks that even monsters should at least know numbers. Thirty people, such a large team...

When the sun rises, the cold is finally not so heavy. The traversers found a quick space, with Raymond serving as the stove, eating a breakfast of hot soup and hot water, and then continued to move in the direction of Harmony's speculation.

Then, lunch break and lunch.

And then, when the pot-bellied man Gerald shouted, "I think it's time for dinner," Laisha, who was flying in the sky to investigate, finally brought a piece of good news-about four or five kilometers away from a grove in front of her. where there is a small town.

Hearing the news, everyone was excited. No one discussed the issue of dinner anymore, and they all speeded up, and under the guidance of Laisha, they quickly ran over there.

In less than ten minutes, they came to the small town.

However, before entering the town, everyone's excitement subsided and the pace slowed down.

This town... doesn't look like it's inhabited.

Although there are walls of earth and stones surrounding the town, the walls are mottled and tattered, and it is obvious that they are in disrepair. And the gate of the town is even more hidden, but there are no guards guarding the gate, and it looks completely undefended.

More importantly, now that it's evening, it's time to prepare dinner. But under the setting sun, there was not even a single smoke rising from the town.

The electrification of this world has not been completed. Most people are still at the stage of using firewood on the stove. There will naturally be smoke when burning firewood on the stove. If there is no smoke, there will be no fire. No one lights up and cooks in the evening. This place still counts on it. Are there any living people?

After a while, the passers-by pushed open the false door and walked into the town.

Sure enough, just as they had guessed, the town was completely empty, and not a single living thing could be seen. Not to mention people, not even a rabbit or a mouse can be seen.

He Yin frowned and his face was solemn. He looked at the system map for a while, and then thought for a while before he said in a heavy tone, "Something is wrong!"

"You can tell at a glance. In such a big town, there is not even a single person who can breathe. Of course, it is very wrong."

"I didn't mean this..." He Yin sighed, "According to the map, this town should be the town of 'hospitable' fanatics, Yanan."

Everyone was stunned.

The place of Yanan is extremely important in this dungeon. It's not like the town of the same name in a game whose designer is suspected of having a grudge against the player, where everyone goes all out to kill any foreigner, but it's definitely not a friendly place. The price is the highest, the quest rewards are the least, the monsters nearby are fierce and do not explode, and the residents of the town are still very unfriendly. The adjective "hospitality" applied to them is mere sarcasm.

This town has only one use - the entire "Mad God's World" large copy is settled here, the most senior folklorist, Lauren Williams.

For players, only this scholar can provide the highest level of reward exchange. The only purpose of this town is this, and for this purpose, it is more important than any other town.

But right now, the most important town in the game is deserted.

The transmigrators don't care whether the Yanan residents who don't look like good people are dead or alive, they only care about one problem.

Folklore scholars are gone, who should I turn to to exchange rewards?