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Chapter 209 Western Painting Style
The price of witnessing the changes in the laws of the small thousand world is that it seems to have missed the Buddhist treasure behind the road of icy ashes, and lost [-] million in rush.

But if Zhou Ning is allowed to choose one of the two, he will still choose to lose the [-] million without hesitation.

For him now, seeing novelty is more attractive than making money.

Although his so-called making money is nothing more than playing a white glove for the system and profiting from it by increasing the price.

Taking advantage of the scene change, Zhou Ning ordered his own tool puppets to lick their wounds.

Watchtowers and isolation piers need to be repaired, and small problems of Goliath and Sand Wolf can also be solved through repairs.

Zhou Ning doesn't even mind that these devices look ugly because they are patched.

Thrift is a virtue, and he also likes the feeling of sewing for another three years.Reminds him of his thrifty mother.

In his hometown, being thrifty and housekeeping means living a life.

Mizhi's mother-in-law, Suide's Han, is well-known because of this "know how to live".

In more advanced terms, it means being good at running and maintaining a family.

It's a pity that this set has been discontinued.

So Zhou Ning is not very homesick.

The real homeland made him feel strange, and he lost the taste of home.

His home already existed only in his imagination.

The era has abandoned him who refuses to change, and he also dislikes the new era. Even the games have become no longer loyal. They are full of shallow works that are only for sensory stimulation and empty and boring content, or they are not yet completed, and they enter the store to start business operation……

People's hearts are not ancient.

From this point of view, time travel is really a good thing.

While still not being driven crazy, still decent, and able to make some good memories for each other.

It would be too embarrassing if you really want to tear your face and throw chicken feathers all over the place.

Zhou Ning felt that maybe the mastermind behind the evil earth demon cave had similar thoughts.

While I still have some face, let's switch scenes.

It would be too embarrassing if you really want to lose until you show your flowery underpants.

"Spend one ticket price, watch several blockbuster movies, and earn money."

Zhou Ning didn't have the slightest awareness of being stuck in the mud, but was eager to try.

The surrounding scenes returned to reality from the distorted light and shadow state, huge blood moon, jagged rocks, sparse vegetation, precipitous and gloomy mountainous areas, winding mountain roads comparable to plank roads...

"Heh! There is still a way. This is simply a surprise like watching a movie and discovering a plot!"

Zhou Ning said that as a game guy, he has nothing against CosPlay.

What are you waiting for?all dressed up.

He knew that at the level of this mountain road, the economy here was underdeveloped.

The detailed traces on the road, such as ruts, easily reminded him of the concept of a carriage.

Extraordinary is inevitable, after all, he doesn't think the mastermind behind the scenes will kindly arrange a new scene for him to enjoy cutting leeks.

So he thought he knew how to dress up.

The battleship must be invisible, which affects the painting style and atmosphere too much.

Optically invisible.

For the Warhammer, this was no difficulty.

Then, the convoy.

It is a bit too much to let the system cultivate a batch of biochemical horses.

Maybe this small thousand world is not a horse-drawn cart at all, but an ox-drawn cart or other pack animals.

In the end, he decided that with the appearance of a steam engine, he can pretend to be a punk when he advances, and he can be a Frankenstein when he retreats, similar to Frankenstein in {Van Helsing}, an alternative in the fantasy world. Explain, no problem.

As for the changes made by Zhou Ning, in the eyes of the mastermind behind the scenes, except for the ellipsis, no other description is appropriate.

He felt that he had met a strong opponent, and the other party was either pretending to be a criminal or a lunatic, otherwise it would not have been such a reaction.It even played.

He has now begun to doubt whether it is correct to switch scenes.

After all, Zhou Ning's performance was exactly what he wanted! ?
Zhou Ning's paving team meandered along the mountain road.

From a distance, it looks like a slow moving train.

From a closer look, they are 'minibuses' with metal frames and light wood panels.

I did use the link settings, making the whole team look like the kind of bamboo snakes I played with when I was a child.

These vehicles are divided into carrying people and goods, and there are special teams responsible for dealing with the road surface in problematic areas, which is convenient for passing, and the whole thing is very similar.

The stand-in still represented Zhou Ning as the host, while Zhou Ning hid on the Warhammer as a spectator.

If you don't show up, don't show up.

Even the different angles of view are achieved through equipment, similar to the multi-camera live broadcast, there is always no connection between the deity and the avatar.

As night fell, the gigantic moon turned from orange to rust.

The light projected by it is not as cool and cold as usual, but makes people feel restless and dirty, just like the color of basins of bloody water spilled from a field hospital.

The mountains are not silent, but the roar of tigers and the cry of monkeys.

Of course, Zhou Ning didn't know exactly what it was.It's just that some roars are majestic, some are miserable, and he makes up the rest by himself.

The mountains are steep and majestic, and they rise more than a thousand meters casually. This creates a huge canyon like an abyss among the mountains.

Looking down, there was nothing to see but darkness and mist.

From the view of the convoy, what they saw was one mountain after another blocking the way, and many places looked like cliffs at all, with no road at all.

Looking through the Warhammer, you can see that in the southwest, there is a small basin surrounded by mountains, where the lights of the town are shining.

The warhammer machine spirit asked if it would send a scout to investigate.

Zhou Ning thought for a while and chose to give up aerial reconnaissance.

He thinks it's better to maintain a sense of mystery first, otherwise it will easily become boring quickly.

Such an idea may be a bit arrogant.

But Zhou Ning believes that even if there is an emergency, he will have a high probability of Hold, so he might as well be willful.

After all, for a player like him who has seen a lot of game brains, it is not easy to be fresh and interested.

And people show off differently from person to person.Some people like to hug each other wherever they go, some like luxury cars and beautiful women to set off, he doesn't like these things, but he also has a place to burn money, that is, to play real-life CosPlay in accordance with the real situation.It would be best to be like the American drama {Western World}.

Now, this extravagant dream has come true in disguise.It's even grander and more real than {Western World}, and it's too late for an immersive performance, so how can you have the heart to destroy it?

"How long will it take for the convoy to enter the Gunshan Basin?"

The machine soul of the Warhammer replied: "According to the current speed, it will take about two hours and twenty minutes."

"Oh!" Zhou Ning finished the text and continued to drink his camellia.

He thinks that one out is one out.

The last time it was sesame paste, this time it was camellia, and I somehow remembered the stalk of the five-nut mooncake, so five kinds of dried fruits such as crushed peanuts, crushed cashews, and melon seeds were added to the camellia.

I have to say that the food I want to eat tastes sweet and not bad.

It smells delicious in the mouth and warm in the stomach, and asked someone to replace the seat with his favorite large single sofa, the kind that can support legs.

Then turn on the air conditioner, keep the temperature at about 10 degrees, and wrap the whole body in towels, which is also considered a different kind of cold home and hot quilt.

Eating hot food, watching the home theater, listening to surround sound...

This is Zhou Ning's petty bourgeoisie, no matter how high-end it is, it has no taste, so this tune is needed.

Zhou Ning thought: "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. No matter how slow the team is, it's not normal. No matter what welcome program you want to arrange, more than two hours should be enough."

At the same time, Sola's feet in musk ox leather boots stepped silently on the stone floor, as if a feline was marching on its paws with pads.

He was walking alone in the complicated corridors, leaving Karenburg.

Most blood guards will become cautious after leaving this mountain fortress alone and entering the magic mountain area.

But Sola is different, he is not an ordinary blood guard, but an elite blood guard with the title of "Night Song", and he is also a pilgrim, and he has visited the main cities of the four major blood families on foot.

Sora knew exactly what was in the Mountain and what kind of creatures lived in this area.

Gathering information is Sola's specialty.

The Flying Wing Information Network is the masterpiece of Sola's painstaking efforts, and it is also his important reliance.

This intelligence network is composed of vampires + vampire bats, and the details are far more complicated than it appears on the surface.

Through this, Sola knew about the big and small things that were happening and would happen in Karen City and even the surrounding area.

With this level of information control as the backing, he, a son of blood who has no immediate parents, can live a comfortable and unrestrained life without so many constraints.

After that, he spent nearly a hundred years in operation, and finally made himself a part of the Karenburg conspiracy.

Except for the blood prince of Karen's direct line, no one in Karenburg now knows his true origin.

Even those who can recognize the appearance of his true deity are very few.

He is now wearing a magic blood cloak, and the energy light curtain on the cloak is like the feathers of a big bird, layered on top of each other, covering his true figure.

And the blood feather on the three-cornered hat he was wearing was a magic item, which could make people subconsciously pay attention to him while ignoring his appearance.

He wears a rapier with rosette-shaped gauntlets.

The other hung a long dagger.

These were the only weapons he could see on his body.

But anyone who knew him to a certain extent knew that he had other weapons on his body, secret weapons and deadly weapons that almost no living person had ever seen.

Driven by curiosity, Sora unconsciously quickened his pace.

But when he realizes this, he immediately forces himself to slow down so that he appears swift yet graceful and steady.

He was going to see Hilda, crazy Hilda.

The reason why it is called crazy is because this Hilda claims to be able to communicate with the true god.

The problem is, there is no god in this world.

Uh... At least in the living people, and in all the known literature, there is no conclusive evidence of the gods performing miracles.

There have been so many so-called miracles, which have been proven to be false.

Against such a background, Hilda's claim was nothing but nonsense.

However, Sola now has to face up to a problem, that is, Hilda's strength has obtained an unreasonable increase.

A series of detailed evidence in Sola's hands shows that Hilda's power can be said to have increased by leaps and bounds.In just a few decades, she has completed the growth path that elite blood races can expect to complete in a thousand years.

Especially not long ago, there was another explosive growth, and the tyrannical power spewed out like a volcanic eruption, sweeping everything within a kilometer radius.

Sola seriously doubts that if Hilda can control such power, then she will be a strong challenger for the next blood prince throne.

Such a situation forced Sola to treat Hilda prudently until he proclaimed: True God!
He felt that even if what Hilda saw was not a true god, it was definitely an extraordinary and great existence.An existence that can bestow extraordinary powers on others.

Only in this way can the power growth that happened to Hilda be explained.

So Sora is really curious now.

Not only curious, but also hoping to be the first to have a long talk with the mighty Hilda and reach some cooperation agreement.

The fact that Hilda gained great power will soon spread throughout Karenburg, and even further afield.

All kinds of temptations and cooperation invitations will come one after another, and Sola knows that he has few advantages, so he has to start as soon as possible.

But he didn't seem to be too urgent, so that Hilda took the opportunity to bargain.

"It's really worrying about gains and losses! It's been a long time since I felt this way. For the past few hundred years, Karenburg has been like a stagnant pool, and not even a decent event has happened. Because of this, my thinking ability has been degraded."

Sora thought this way along the way.

The history of his fortune belongs to riding the wind.

So he longs for turmoil, so he can use his intelligence advantage to reap the benefits.

Now, he hopes Hilda will bring a series of changes, as well as opportunities.

In the last section of the journey, Sola announced his arrival with powerful and rhythmic footsteps.He believed that the people in the room were already mentally prepared, so he knocked on the door, and then opened the door to enter.

This is a spacious and tall room.

This kind of room is not common in Karenburg. Hilda's room also achieved this effect by opening up the floor slab between the first and second floors.

Sola didn't have the time to look around the room, he focused on people first.

He found that someone had already contacted the lonely and lonely Hilda first.

It was Eric, Hilda's half-brother.

"Damn it!" Sora cursed.

Eric is the Prince's honorary bodyguard and one of the six commanders of the Blood Guards. He is usually responsible for patrolling the periphery of Karen Fort.

This is a figure who holds real power, and it is very difficult to dismiss.

Sola also didn't know why Eric could react so quickly this time and get there first.

You know, he was ashamed of Hilda in the past, and declared several times in public that he would completely sever ties with the mad woman sister.

The instigator's unusual golden light in Hilda's eyes seemed to be able to read people's hearts.

"I summoned him," explained Hilda, looking gloomy and solemn.

"There are big crises. There are huge risks, but there are also extraordinary opportunities.

The Enemy of God has come to our world.

Strength, knowledge, origin...the other party has everything we want.

God will give us his full support, and all God wants is for the other person to get hurt.

There are huge benefits to completing tasks.

If it can be killed, the benefits will be even greater, we will get everything from the other party, and God will not only take nothing, but also give him extra gifts. "

Sola hugged his shoulders and smiled: "Have you noticed a concept, 'Enemy of God'? You don't really think that we can defeat the existence that is qualified to be the enemy of God?"

Hilda smiled sullenly: "I knew you would say that. Of course we will not confront it head-on. We can make bridges, such as releasing the devil from the Hell Vault, or attracting angels to destroy heresies.

This is not an exaggeration, the gods have given me the power, the arcane, and the artifact to make these plans come true.

And you, I need your intelligence system, what do you say? "

(End of this chapter)