"I just received the news that a player died in the advent cabin." Markarian told Paulina Kubera, the only big pioneer under his command, the bad news.
Then he was very disappointed to see clear fear in the other party's eyes. Their fear of Tang Ji was greater than their loyalty to their duties.
The path of these people as pioneers has come to an end in this world, so Markarian plans to find an opportunity to consume them all.
"Now we can confirm that the Tangji people are in Africa. Have you made any plans for this gap?" Markarian looked at this precious original body with the 'Dimension Gate' ability, as if he wanted to see it from the other party.
The specific plan is the same.
"Very good, there is nothing. You are wasting this free time." Markarian looked at his watch, then pointed to Paulina at the door: "So, what are you still doing here? Go look for it.
Your people, hurry up and make a plan."
As the player on the chessboard, Markarian has once again made the first move, and now he is waiting for his opponent to react.
Placing two different types of players in a remote corner of South Africa was a test. He wanted to send a message that he had a lot of cards in his hand, and the biggest one he played before was just a straight.
He deployed fifty Chaos Demon type players in KwaZulu-Nadal, and that was his knife, the threat of Chigoguo.
In Gauteng Province, Markarian deployed twenty explorers. These players behaved neutrally and rarely took the initiative to attack the indigenous people.
Rather than killing the natives, these explorers prefer to discover the secrets of the other world itself and are keen on completing the many challenges provided by the system.
Macalyan also holds two cards, the Assassin and the Paladin in his hand. The former is the most favored group among players by the company, and they are loyal allies of the Pioneers in many worlds.
Knowing that the reward is high enough, the killers will strictly carry out orders, even if some orders are obviously contrary to their original intentions. In the hundreds of years of conquest of other worlds, they have become accustomed to this way of being driven by rewards.
Just like domesticated cows and horses, this behavior has been engraved into their instincts.
The Paladins are a group that is difficult to control. Such a group exists in any civilization. They seem to be born with a more moral sense than others, have a good impression of foreign creatures, and are willing to fight for their lives after they come.
Use your own strength to help them.
Strictly speaking, Karkarf can actually be classified into this group.
Markarian has undoubtedly shown enough aversion to this group, but he still needs to accept these 'paladins' in equal proportions and find an opportunity to throw them into the game.
The three major committees have a very strange insistence in this regard, and Markarian does not intend to violate the regulations because of personal emotions.
Anyway, with Tang Ji's bad temper, it would be difficult for those paladins to play their role.
Next, he only needs to wait for the results of the two test areas to come out before further expanding the scope of the test.
...
"Are you sure you want to stay alive?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Sigitas, who was tied to the chair, as if he was sizing up an animal.
Agyemang French who was beside him was already cold. According to Tang Ji's interrogation records, he was considered to have died a relatively happy death.
The effect of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys seemed very good. Tang Ji untied Sigitas. The player just sat there quietly, seeming to be completely shocked.
But the next second, Sigitas walked towards Agyemang's body, put his face against the face that was already extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and took a deep breath, as if smelling the smell of death.
"Is this the smell of death?" The way Sigitas muttered to himself made Tang Ji feel as if he had seen the pervert Kang Aur.
"You want me to confirm his death and then spread the news among the players, right?" Sigitas left the dead man and seemed a little normal: "I can do it, but I can't guarantee how many people will do it.
I believe that this kind of thing is too incredible for us, and no one has ever been able to do it."
"At least there is no relevant record in my current memory pool. The last time I saw someone really die was one hundred and forty-two years ago." Sigitas looked much calmer than before.
He looked directly at Tang Ji, seeming to have made up his mind: "If I help you, can you promise to kill me when I think it's appropriate?"
"I need to prepare, settle some things, and then embrace death." When Sigitas talked about death, the expression on his face was like a wanderer who is finally coming home.
Anyone who sees Sigitas can see that he has actually determined that Tangji has the ability to kill players, and that he really desires death...
Thinking of this, Wang Zhengdao looked at the player who was already dead. He wondered if Izhi Izhi would be so angry that he would vomit blood after seeing this scene.
"What are you going to do now? Let me leave? Or let me go?" Sigitas looked at his dilapidated body without any nostalgia.
Before this, he still felt a little regretful about his physical body, but now, he doesn't care at all.
"Do you know where other players are going?" Tang Ji asked, "Tell me all."
"We have a plan, and the transportation network is our route forward." Sigitas had no qualms about betraying his knowledge: "My partner and I originally planned to move along the railway, but we were delayed.
Now, if you search along the road connecting that city, you will definitely be able to find other people. This is the most time-saving solution."
Tang Ji didn't want to ask what kind of time was saved. The qualified answer would definitely be bloody.
"In that case, we will send you back to your own world now." Tang Ji threw the prelude to Wang Zhengdao: "Are you coming?"
Wang Zhengdao shook his head, opened the door and called the officer who had been waiting outside the door, and handed him the prelude: "Although it is not revenge, at least it can make you feel better."
Salim Ahmed glanced at the other corpse. He knew how familiar these two unfamiliar interrogation styles were, so he didn't waste any time. He picked up the gun, checked the bullet chamber, and pointed the gun directly at the culprit.
The culprit.
Sigitas stretched out his hand and made a shooting gesture, and said to Tang Ji: "Looking forward to it..."
Boom!
The huge recoil in the prelude caused Salim to raise his arms high and take half a step back.
The target's entire head was shattered, and red and white objects were scattered on the ground.
"It's certain that their world is very sick." Wang Zhengdao looked at the corpse and said to Tang Ji: "No wonder they refuse to let their world live a good life and run around everywhere."
Tangji took back the gun from Salim and said to the officer: "If you plan to continue retreating, you can leave now. Remember to avoid the mainland on the way. There are roads on every road starting from Pietermaritzburg.
Such people exist."
"Thank you for your reminder, stranger. We are ready to leave. Are you really not going to leave with us?" Salim persuaded again: "If you really want to deal with these monsters, it's best to
Working with my superiors.”
But Tang Ji just threw down a business card, turned around and disappeared with Wang Zhengdao, leaving only two bodies of Salim.
...
Quan Zhe was sitting in the spacious and bright reference room of the library, flipping the touch screen back and forth to learn about the information he was interested in.
As an accomplished explorer, Quan Zhe is very satisfied with this world. After all, in the previous worlds, if he wanted to collect any information, he would often have to travel thousands of miles and rely on luck to find fragments of legends, and finally piece together what he wanted.
Want something.
In this world, he only needs to move his fingers to learn anything he wants to know without leaving home. He can even order a hot drink full of local characteristics.
Quan Zhe was very excited at this time, a whole new world opened in front of him.
Moreover, their data classification is very good. In terms of origin alone, this civilization has established its own complete and independent system in terms of biology and theology.
Generally speaking, it is difficult to get a practical answer by tracing one's own origins, but it is at least a good start.
Quan Zhe plans to spend the next three days learning about the ancient history of the world first, then the modern history, and then forming a basic outline of the world.
This kind of summary is actually very cumbersome, but simply, I heard that there are twenty explorers here this time. Although each of them will hide the most valuable information for exclusive use, the other summarized knowledge will soon be
Will share it in the forum so that others can quickly understand it.
Quan Zhe is considered a newbie in this industry, but his starting point is very high. He has also been on the road to the highest, but it is a pity that his potential is not enough.
Although his memory in the Glory City was deleted, Quan Zhe still retained a lot of professional knowledge, which quickly made him famous in the explorer industry.
Before coming to this world, Quan Zhe had read all the background information released by the company. Although those pioneers did not delve deeply into history, they guarded the Internet, a rudimentary information network, and collected information just casually.
Quan Zhe's attention quickly jumped from Darwin's theory of evolution to the Bible. It's not his fault. The ignorant scientific world and the deep-rooted religious world in the Renaissance created a dazzling spark that was enough to attract anyone.
Even Mrs. Generosity has been obsessed with this. Of course, her recent hobbies seem to have turned to leading fashion trends. Markarian has always felt that the lady seemed to be neglecting her duties, but he could only let this situation go.
.
"Sir, this is the black tea someone gave you." The staff at the beverage station in the library brought a cup of hot tea to Quan Zhe's table: "He said he hoped you could appreciate the wonders of this world."
"Who is it?" Quan Zhe's face froze. He had already made a lot of preparations before arriving, claiming that he could integrate directly into the local society.
And now, someone recognized him in the library.
A man in a ginger suit sat not far away and raised a glass to him. Quan Zhe sat over with a smile on his face and held the glass.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Quan Zhe looked at the meticulously groomed man in front of him. His years of experience made him instantly realize that he had encountered a dangerous person.
But for players, danger is opportunity.
"Just an uninvited host." Mikkelsen put down the tea cup with a smile, looked at the players in front of him and asked: "Do you know, we have a history of drinking tea for thousands of years, but we are still here today.
Debate over whether to put milk in black tea."
"I haven't learned the relevant history yet, but as far as the taste is concerned, it is very good to me now, and there is no need to add anything else." Quan Zhe looked at the natives in front of him with interest.
Having won a bet in a poker game, he could completely handle this kind of 'small scene'.
He has plenty of time to spend with this local native.
"Just like our world, we actually don't want anything else to be added to it." Mikkelsen said this, picking up a glass of fresh milk in his hand and slowly pouring it into the black tea. The bright red tea soup was milky white.
The milk mixed together and turned into a brown liquid.
"But this is the reality. There are some things that we cannot refuse, but we can try to accept them." Mikkelsen smiled and looked at the player in front of him: "I don't know, are you willing to accept my friendship?"
"I'm personally very interested, but the contract stipulates that all my interactive behaviors must be turned in regularly, and strong interactive behaviors must be approved by the Trail Blazers before they can continue." Quan Zhe looked at Mikkelsen with some regret:
"And I guess that the communication with you will definitely be classified into the scope of strong interaction."
"Speaking of which, don't you think your pioneers behave a little strangely in this world?" Mikkelsen picked up the cup of milk tea, shook it, and finally put it back on the table: "They don't seem to have anything at all.
It plays a guiding role, that’s why you make so many jokes.”
After saying that, Mikkelsen placed the dozen or so photos of players with unique personalities on the table. For fear that Quan Zhe wouldn't understand what was wrong with the photos, he also made annotations with red pen.
"I noticed this too!" Quan Zhe suddenly became interested: "Maybe you can tell me why?"
"But my information is never sold for free." Mikkelsen said: "How about exchanging information?"
"Few aborigines have surprised me so much. You did it." Quan Zhe spread his hands: "So, why not? What do you want to know?"
"Why were you and another group of players dispersed into two areas?" Mikkelsen asked tentatively.
Through observation, Mikkelsen is certain that the players, behavior patterns, and even thinking patterns of the two places are completely different, just like two species.
"Because we are not the same kind of players. Compared to those chaos demons, we are more like explorers, exploring different secrets in different worlds." Quan Zhe looked at Mikkelsen and smiled: "For example, now, I