Different World Development Manual

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In a certain urban area of ​​Jiangzhou, a thin man with gray skin and sunken eyes, a man with white hair and a shawl, was wearing a set of armor and was riding on a bone horse with a vest.

Behind him, followed by a long line of skeletons and zombies.

He is an undead from Hell, Arthur, the "Lord Lord".

At the order of the demon king Uffi, he went to the castle of the city to show the city master the purpose of his trip, and "invited" the city owner to join the demon king Uffi to conquer the great cause of Aghanim's continent.

However, what made Arthur difficult was that in this immensely large city, the broad streets were lined with towering castles.

Arthur was momentarily ignorant, and he didn't even know which castle the city's owner lived in.

Several skeleton soldiers ran over with a citizen from a different world, and threw the citizen in front of Arthur.

With no language, no translation of magic, and no translation props, Arthur couldn't even ask the city's city owner from this strange world citizen.

The lack of language between the two parties makes it impossible to communicate, which has become a communication barrier only seen by both parties.

But Arthur is an undead after all, he has his way.

As long as the other party becomes undead, then you can communicate in undead language.

In this world, there are a variety of languages, only the language of the undead, whether it is humans or elves, orcs or dwarves.

No matter what language they speak in front of them, as long as they die into undead, they can use undead language.

This is the language with the largest "population" in this world, and the greatest language in this wonderful world.

Arthur slowly pulled the frosted long sword from the scabbard, and gently tapped the sword on the head of the stranger.

I saw a green and fascinating rune emerged on the forehead of the citizen, and a translucent human soul slowly drifted out of the human body with the tip of the sword.

When the two undead faced each other, the newborn undead was shocked, looked back at his body that was still half kneeling on the ground, and was shocked: "Hey? Am I dead?"

Arthur nodded slightly: "Yes, humans, you have become an undead."

"Lying trough, shocked! Can I understand you?

No, there are old people and young people in my family, you actually ... "

Even the undead, the citizen's translucent body shuddered with anger.

Arthur didn't care so much, and he pierced the dead body with a sword.

An unprecedented chill was suddenly uploaded from the sword body to the body of the undead citizen. Only a little bit of anger disappeared at this moment, and he shivered: "Good ... so cold ..."

Arthur said lightly: "I ask, you answer, otherwise you will be distracted, and even the undead can't be taken."

Isn't it that feudal superstition is not allowed? The citizens are crying and mourning, and he dares to slap half a point where he has a strong desire to survive. He nodded hurriedly and pointed frantically at the chilling sword inserted in his lower abdomen, signaling this look in front of him. The sick guy quickly took it away, so cold.

Arthur slowly withdrew his sword, opened his mouth and asked, "Where is your city lord?"

"Urban master?" The citizen tilted his head and looked at Arter with a weird face: "What the hell? What age are there, we don't have an urban master here."

It is absurd to want to find a feudal lord in a republican country.

A city without a city owner is absolutely impossible.

As the high-level existence of the undead world, Arthur knew that every city in the undead world had a city owner in charge. If a city had no city owner, it would soon be attacked by other undead or wild undead, and a new city owner would be born.

Even in the human world, those cities were nobles sent by kings or emperors to serve as city owners.

No city has no city owner, and the undead citizens of this different world are lying to themselves.

Arthur narrowed his eyes and looked at the undead citizen. He seemed to be too kind just now, and he re-inserted the sword into the body of the undead citizen.

Word by word: "Give! Me! City! Lord! Yes! Letter! Breath!"

"I ... we really don't have a city owner!"

Very stiff stranger, even if the sword of the undead is inserted into him as the soul, he still keeps the secret of the city owner.

Admire, Arthur admires such a person quite.

Undead citizens want to cry without tears. Boss, what I said is true, and I said with a conscience.

However, Arthur's eyes flickered coldly, and the sound of "幰" directly cut the undead citizen in front of him who had no function at all.

With the gentle wind blowing gently, the citizen's spirit disappeared in the air for a moment.

Arthur pointed his sword to the sky and shouted: "Army! Follow my orders! Search for castles and castles, be sure to search out the city owner for me!"

...

"Worri, his wife hugs Yao'er quickly and hides inside the house, bursting into a crisis!"

On the balcony of a community, a man holding a kitchen knife leaned out of his head and looked down.

The piercing alarm sounded in the sky: "Here is the Jiangzhou Emergency Command Center! There are a lot of invaders from different worlds in the city! ..."

In the garden of the community below, zombies with broken bodies crawled out of the land.

They were ragged, dragging rusty weapons and walking slowly on the ground.

Every step of the walk can make the weapons dragged on the ground collide with the ground, making a kind of creepy sound like "Dang Dang Dang".

And it seems that they have just crawled out of the ground and have not yet adapted to the air of this industrialized city. For a time, this group of zombies moved like a snail.

Some people in the community have already organized: "Hurry up and take women, children and the elderly home! Men take weapons and help to drag them a little !!!"

There are not many weapons available in the community, except for the stones in the flower beds.

Seeing this, the lower-level residents quickly shouted to the following: "Everyone stay away, I will throw my kitchen knife down to you!"

"My watermelon knife will put you back!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the aisle and get the fire axe down!"

"Hold the clothes rail!"

"There are fruit knives here!"

The men below burst into tears facing the passionate neighbor upstairs.

Just throw it right, don't throw it on my head!

Mother, it's scary!

For a while, the airdropped supplies fell like rain. It was really rain of swords and swords. A careless person could be hit by the big guy upstairs.

"Poof!"

A fire axe hit the head of a zombie who had been wearing tattered leather armor. The axe went down, and the whole brain gave way.

The upstairs rejoiced: "I'm going, good luck, kill a zombie!"

"Downstairs, go pick up the axe!"

Upstairs, this is standing, it ’s not too much to backache, but there are so many women, children, and elderly people downstairs. The man gritted his teeth, and took two steps, stepping directly towards the flying fire axe. Zombies on the ground flew past.

An unspeakable stench suddenly struck, and the man covered his nose: "It smells!"

The old corpse is old, and the brain seeds have been hacked by the fire axe. The taste that has been brewing for a long time bursts out of the body. Even if a paladin is standing next to it, it is not good. go with.

The man gritted his teeth and pulled out the axe with a "chatter", clenched in his hand, strode the meteor, and dared not stay in that place for even half a second.

The men below the community have successively obtained airdropped weapons, and the residents upstairs are also commanding: "Who is who, who, you have a zombie behind you, quickly get rid of it!"

Go downstairs and watch the show upstairs.

Just like a multi-core bystander and single-core game playing, you can do it well, shut up.

Several men formed a team and watched the mud in the flower bed start to burst, suddenly alerting: "There! There are zombies coming out of that place!"

"Let's go together!"

Three times, five times apart, the zombies were killed by several men before they even got out of the ground.

Even zombies wearing heavy armor and full helmets are fine.

A fire axe went down, no matter who he was, he couldn't live.

"Lying trough, the concrete floor is moving !!"

Just listening to the sound of "buckle" on the concrete floor, there must be a zombie below to climb up.

But after all, it's concrete. Even if your zombies have nails broken, you can't get out of the concrete with your bare hands.

"Yeah, there is a mentally retarded zombie stuck in the cement and can't crawl out!"

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