novelzi Chapter 169 - 155 Resource Collection
Chapter 169 - 155 Resource Collection
Chapter 169: Chapter 155 Resource CollectionAfter a period of "hunger marketing", the Catastrophe Warhorse finally became a staple for everyone, and was truly popularized.
From the crossroads of faith to the Trident Junction, you can always see the frenzied Undead sprinting in all directions, howling as they fly past, or simply imitating mounted charging skills learned from nowhere, emitting a laugh that would make even the Calamity shiver.
Some Undead began to fancy the Cavalry attire, among which a long spear was a "must-have" item; the flags hanging on the spearheads became a business opportunity that was not too big or too small, but alas, this opportunity was fleeting.
The abundant energy of the Undead prompted Lind to consider organizing a Cavalry duel, PVP would surely become the Undead’s favorite event.
It was inappropriate to start an internal conflict when hidden dangers still lingered, and if the Undead died in battle, who would be reimbursed for the Magic Potion needed for recovery, who organized it would be responsible.
Since Lind was not The Officials, of course, he couldn’t possibly pay out of his own pocket to organize such events.
Otherwise, death would truly mean a loss of levels, and there certainly wouldn’t be any Undead willing to participate.
But that doesn’t mean the strength of the Undead would lie idle, even if Lind didn’t use rewards and quests to guide their actions, they wouldn’t stay idle.
Ever since the "Leon City dungeon" was conquered, building the Main City had already been put on the agenda, and the Undead rode their Catastrophe Warhorses to various regions to gather resources for the task.
In other words, transformed into street roamers.
In addition,
Beyond the immersion, the actions of players could influence the NPCs, and everything in their territory could change based on players’ decisions, which was highly addictive.
The bad got worse, and the good got better.
This made most players consider their decisions very carefully.
He walked toward the tent, ready to scout out some quests. The progress bar for building the Main City changed daily, but it was too slow for the Undead.
Gathering resources from corners here and there and then laboriously transporting them back only to see the progress bar move forward by less than 0.01%.
It was too time-consuming.
"My Magic Potion will not lose?" The NPC that issued quests was a somewhat familiar character.
"I am," he nodded.
"Right now, Lord Lind is preparing to replan the construction of a new Main City and is lacking many resources."
Compared to direct involvement in construction, quests emphasized more on the scarcity of resources, requiring the Undead to collect various materials.
In contrast, building itself was the least important; a bunch of Undead, comparable to the little superheroes in superhero movies, carried heavy stones and moved swiftly, popping Magic Potions to recover their strength, ready to jump right back into work.
My Magic Potion will not lose looked left and right, then leaned close to the NPC and whispered, "Lord, would you be interested in grabbing a drink at the tavern?"
He mimed a drinking gesture, "I heard that Old Pete recently came up with a new dish, a food called tofu. It’s as white as a young girl’s skin, soft and smooth to the taste, ssst, and especially good with alcohol. If you happen to have time after work..."