"Hahahaha! I can't believe that we didn't die in this situation!"
Jack took off his helmet, revealing his iconic ugly face and laughing wildly. He didn't care at all about the wounds on his body that were bleeding a lot of black blood and even rotting and smelly.
You don’t need to ask to know that these wounds are the result of negative energy erosion caused by being injured by the undead.
A normal person would probably have fainted from the pain, but the player's pain perception has long been greatly weakened by the mastermind Isadora.
To be precise, they cannot feel pain at all like normal creatures. They simply know where they are injured, how serious the injury is, and whether it is a broken bone or damaged internal organs.
It is precisely because of this that Jack was able to run so far dragging his injured body.
Otherwise, just the wound pain caused by muscle contraction and other physiological reactions such as sweating and twitching will prevent him from running at full speed and eventually the undead will catch up and kill him.
Wu Sheng on the side was in a similar situation. The inlaid leather armor on his body had been torn by unknown undead and became tattered. A scratch on his back was so deep that the white spine could be seen.
But even so, it did not affect his mood. In addition, the large amount of secreted hormones was affecting the brain. The whole person did not look injured at all. Instead, his eyes shone with excitement and he grinned broadly.
He responded: "Yes! This is called surviving a catastrophe but being blessed later. In short, no matter what the final result of this mission is, we have made a lot of money."
Seeing the two people acting like no one else was around, the players who were already full of envy and jealousy couldn't help but start talking about lemons.
"Damn! What two lucky bastards."
"I just don't understand why their team won the first prize among more than 140 people?"
"This is not fair! Everyone should have a share of the 10,000 gold coin reward."
"Forget it, don't complain here. Exploration missions like this are inherently luck-based, and there's nothing you can do if you're lucky."
"Damn it! I really want to feel the weight of ten thousand gold coins."
"Alas - people are more annoying than others."
"Do you think there is a hidden lucky attribute in this game?"
"It's hard to say. At present, various mechanisms are still being explored, and maybe they really exist. But the realism of this game world is really hard to say."
"It's hard to disagree! Especially when it was my first time to fight a zombie in close combat, the putrid smell coming from the opponent's body, as well as the rotten flesh and eyeballs falling from the body, almost made me, a veteran, sick and vomited."
"Be content! At least you encountered human zombies. Our team ran into a zombie brown bear. That thing is scary."
"It would be nice to have a powerful shotgun. Crossbows have poor lethality, and it is difficult to cause fatal damage to large enemies at once."
"Gun? I've seen that thing in a weapons store. But are you sure you can afford it? The guns in this world are all alchemical creations, and the bullets are stuffed with gem powder. A gun costs at least one thousand and fifty
One hundred gold coins, and a bullet costs about five silver coins."
"Five silver coins and one bullet? Where are the bullets? It's just money! Forget it, it's better for me to stick to a practical bow and crossbow."
……
Of course, neither Jack nor Wu Sheng paid any attention to these players' random behavior. Instead, they joked with each other in a semi-joking tone from time to time.
After all, I have taken the biggest advantage, so it is not surprising that others have such a reaction.
This is like someone suddenly winning a lottery jackpot, and other people who also bought lottery tickets will feel unbalanced.
As long as this psychological imbalance does not turn into malicious aggressive behavior, being verbally criticized will not lose a hair.
With the appearance of Captain Bol, these idle guys finally stopped chatting and turned their attention to the "NPC" who had the highest command authority in this mission.
Glancing around at the human compatriots who were from the Earth like himself, Bol pursed his lips and showed a smile. He first handed a few bottles of healing potions to Jack and Wu Sheng, and praised them without hesitation: "About this time
You have done an excellent job in the search and investigation missions. You have lived up to the trust given by Floating City and far exceeded my expectations."
"Thank you for your compliment. We just happened to be lucky."
Wu Sheng said modestly, quickly took the healing potion, raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Instantly!
The healing magic stored inside acts on the body, first neutralizing the small amount of negative energy, and then quickly repairing the wound.
Jack also drank another bottle and secretly stuffed the rest into his backpack.
You must know that even the lowest and cheapest zero-ring healing potion can immediately stop bleeding and save lives, and it sells for up to forty gold coins.
A first-level potion for treating minor injuries costs 80 gold coins, which is simply not something that players can afford at this stage.
Fortunately, all the consumption of this mission was provided by the floating city for free, otherwise they would rather die a few more times than use this out-and-out "luxury product".
Bol obviously noticed Jack's little move of trying to pluck wool from himself, but he did not point it out. Instead, he continued to talk to all the players present: "Whether it is luck or other reasons, in short, it is very important to find Mutahar."
Vanessa and Lord Tyrantir both attach great importance to the matter of Er's Floating City, and are rushing over as quickly as possible.
In order to prevent those damn undead from escaping with the empire's precious property, our current task is to buy time at all costs.
This means that the airship will next carry out a suicide mission, that is, to bomb the floating city of Mutahar.
Let me state in advance that this will be a one-way ticket to death, and we have basically no chance of survival.
Tell me, do you feel fear or fear?"
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"Look at this. Do you think we are scared?"
The dwarf player who named himself "Isa" grinned and shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
If it were in the real world, he might think about it or hesitate for a moment.
But now in the "virtual game world", dying once is just a loss of experience points, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Moreover, the rewards for this mission are so generous that it doesn’t matter if you die ten times and return to the state of your newborn, not to mention dying once.
In the eyes of this dwarf player who used to be a mercenary, the act of exchanging one's life for high rewards is essentially the same as receiving the pension after one's own death.
Anyway, in the end, he enjoys it himself. As long as the "pension" is high enough, he will dare to rush in and chop him even in the face of a god.
Another human female player named "Leonie" also echoed: "Yes, we are fearless. Please give the order! Tonight we are going to let go and make a big fuss!"
"Very good! Now I officially announce that the bombing mission to the floating city of Mutahar has been officially launched.
Everyone in their place!
When arriving at the designated location, immediately start dropping bombs.
Remember, we only have a few minutes to unleash our firepower.
Then undead creatures with the ability to fly, such as ghosts and wraiths, will come up one after another like a tide.
At that time, you will have to fight to the death with it in every corner of the deck and cabin.
As long as we persist long enough, the floating city's support will arrive in time."
Boll told these players the precautions with a serious expression.
Of course, this information and combat plans were all transmitted from the floating city by the mastermind Isadora.
In fact, he himself is similar to most players, and he doesn't know much about the types, numbers and abilities of the undead.
"Understood!"
The players roared in unison on the spot like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
As we all know, flying in the sky is always much faster than running on the ground.
Even an airship that looks slow can actually reach a speed of 160 to 200 kilometers per hour.
On the ground, if a car wants to drive at this speed, even on a smooth road, the car may crash at any time and kill people in the next second.
What's more, the weight of the pod of this experimental magic airship is almost negligible.
Coupled with the constant spell used to resist wind and airflow, the maximum speed can reach an astonishing 450 kilometers per hour, almost reaching the speed of some propeller aircraft in the early World War II.
After a while, the huge airship flew through the dense forest and arrived above the floating city of Mutahar.
Due to the previous exposure of Jack and Wu Sheng's team, the undead creatures in the city now seem restless.
Several undead spellcasters who seemed to have been transformed from the archmage have stopped their previous transformation and suturing of large undead creatures. They are now gathering near the central tower and seem to be performing some unknown magic ritual.
With the guidance of negative energy, the entire Mutahar Floating City seems to become blurred.
At the same time, those plants, vines and the like quickly withered and withered, presenting a strange and twisted beauty.
"No! These guys want to transfer the floating city to a negative energy plane!"
Boll put down the telescope in his hand and his expression suddenly changed.
To be continued...