Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 83 Chapter 083

In the past few days, Link’s physique has improved rapidly. He exercised a lot and ate a lot every day, and his height soared to 1.78 meters.

Wearing a C2 hunter bone armor and a hooded M65 windbreaker, he looks like a strong man who is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 100+ kilograms.

After calming himself down for five minutes, Link set off on a scooter.

No matter how hung the hunter’s bone armor, no matter how good his privileges are, he can’t float before he changes his job.

Of course, it is necessary to speed up the skill training moderately.

It just so happened that he was going to investigate the casualties in the surrounding towns, and there would be many fighting situations.

The hunter’s bone armor body has greatly increased resistance to sudden attacks, energy points and skill proficiency.

Ten minutes later, Link entered the southern town.

There are usually about 2,000 permanent residents here, plus the escaped citizens, there were at least 3,000 or 4,000 when the monster attacked last night.

At the moment, it is very quiet here.

He made a circle just now, and there were no active monsters outside the town.

Enter carefully, and corpses are everywhere along the way.

But they were all ogres, and only a pool of blood stains and a small amount of debris were left behind by humans.

The monster corpses that enter the range will be automatically recovered in the doomsday game, and Link only focuses on searching for possible long-tongue monsters.

People often do illogical things, especially monsters.

Certain plots in reality will only be more magical than novels. One cannot assume that monsters will not hide in inexplicable places.

Finally, the first ogre appeared.

When Link approached quietly, he was pouting his butt, groping for something in a dilapidated bungalow, making the dilapidated bungalow creak.

At the terminal, there was only this obvious biological reaction within fifty meters.

In this way, there are really few monsters in this small town.

Otherwise, this kind of movement will attract other ogres to check and find that they have left without gain, and will be attracted to them again after a while.

Ogres are so mindless, only elite ogres are better-probably from a lack of brain to a mentally retarded level.

Click!

Thirty meters away, enough adjustment time, almost stationary target, easy headshot with ordinary double-click.

Link waited for a while before he stepped forward to retrieve the corpse, and took a look at the pit exposed after the ogre disappeared, stopping when he was about to leave.

There is a semi-collapsed basement passage, and the cement wall is very strong.

The ogre will not be interested in cement or any materials, it will only chase after flesh and blood.

Link leaned forward and squatted down by the pit, smelling a faint smell of blood.

There were people inside, but because it was in a deeper basement, the terminal could not detect it.

“The people inside can come out, keep quiet, and head to Woodstock to the north, where there are still people.” After speaking, he stood up.

“Help, help! Please, help the child.” A very faint female voice called for help, but there was no movement after that.

A little girl’s voice sounded, and she yelled, “Sister-in-law, what’s wrong with you, sister-in-law?”

Link paused: This is… Chinese?

Without too much entanglement, making sure that there are no monsters around, he jumped into the big pit.

The No. 1 backpack took away the large pieces of cement and steel bars stuck in the passage, exposing the passage opening.

Sticking out his left arm, the terminal flashed a green light, and made a quick survey of the basement.

There were only two biological reactions close to each other, and one of them was bleak and obviously dying.

Link slipped in along the passage, and under the continuous destruction of the ogre, there was only one meter left in the passage.

At the moment of falling, the muzzle hanging down simultaneously lifted and pointed in the direction where the two creatures reacted.

In the eyes is a eleven or twelve-year-old girl with black hair and black eyes. She is of Chinese origin and looks lovely and lovely, with her head tied in a bun.

At this moment, she stared at his big black and bright eyes, looking at his huge figure in horror.

Next to her was a young woman of twenty-five and sixteen years old lying on the ground, also of Chinese descent.

Link’s lens mode was switched twice to confirm that the woman was dead. The call for help just now was her reflection.

Healing potions are not omnipotent, and there is a limit to trauma.

Most of the wounded like complete exhaustion and missing organs cannot be saved, let alone the resurrection of the dead.

Therefore, Link himself must always retain the opportunity to “add more blood.”

“She’s dead.” He calmly told the little girl this fact in Chinese: “Follow me.”

The little girl tried her breath and pulse, and looked up at her: “Can you help me bury her?”

Link reached out and grabbed the little girl: “Just choose here, I’m in a hurry.”

The little girl was thrown out of the basement by him. With a thought, he took a few large piles of supplies in the basement into the backpack.

A few seconds later, he got out of the basement, twisted the little girl’s head away, and waved his hand. The wreckage of the building that had just been put in the backpack reappeared, tumbling down, and closing the passage.

In the past few feet, I swept the dirt from the big pit into the passageway, and promised the little girl even if it was done.

“Let’s go, remember not to speak, and don’t make any noise.” He whispered, pointing in the direction of leaving the town.

The little girl looked back at the buried basement, with sadness in her eyes, and muttered vaguely “I will survive, sister-in-law”, and turned to leave.

Link walked behind her and soon came to the road more than ten meters away.

Holding her shoulder and turning, the little girl saw a familiar…pink yellow motorcycle parked a few meters away.

She couldn’t help opening her mouth wide, holding back what she wanted to say.

Link went over to ride the motorcycle, let her squat down on the pedal position, the little motorcycle slipped out quietly and returned to Woodstock.

A few minutes later, the small motorcycle stood in front of the office building.

Tom in the observation window upstairs was so surprised that his eyes widened, and after at least a second he murmured: “shxt! Is this the real boss, riding a small motorcycle to rescue the little girl?”

Link didn’t care what the people of the “Black Knight Team” thought, but just handed the little girl to a middle-aged woman in the team.

Anyway, the Black Knight team already has four women and three children, and one more child makes no difference.

He gave benefits, not just to save trouble.

Of course, these people can be forced to do things without giving benefits, and they can even be threatened with their lives to complete tasks.

But as long as there is a chance, these people will not hesitate to bring supplies to escape, and the plan to exchange materials for monster corpses will automatically stop.

Link can’t repeatedly waste energy and time on the matter of forming a team for a little material.

It would be a waste of time to buy and negotiate the price by yourself. You have to make sure if you grab it directly, search for it, and then do it. It’s easy for others to send the corpse to your door.

He himself is more efficient in brushing points outside, and there is no need to lose big because of small losses.