Chapter 136: Learning slag
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The Mercenary World of Online Games
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Gatson said: "The Warriors, the fish tide on the Gold Coast is very special. When the fish tides appear every year, there will be strong energy fluctuations. The sea monsters crouching on the bottom of the sea will wake up and devour energy. The ship that transports supplies is I was hit by the sea monster."
Dawei, a pair of expressions that I already knew, once a year, let the transport troops run into, the powerful energy, will lead to the sea monsters, but also sink the npc ship, this probability is not a special event.
It is no wonder that the pirates are daring to fight with the army and have not had reinforcements for three years. Do not say that development, is it necessary for the dwarves to eat salty fish every day, not to starve and have no strength and pirates.
He asked: "The ship sank, isn't the empire going to continue to deliver supplies?"
"The Warriors, it takes too long to send a piece of material, and we are on the edge of the empire. The cost of transporting large quantities of goods over long distances is too expensive and time consuming. Some materials need special technical preservation. What's more, three years, maybe the empire has Forget us staying on the sidelines."
The unrestrained dwarf said so sad, I went, my brother was touched. Brother can't hear the soldiers being forgotten. In real life, there is no such ability. In the game, you can't be allowed to gossip. You can't play a game, you can still play a fart, and you will help you with the spirit of humanistic care. One!
"God, what can I do?"
"System Tip: Navy Captain? Gatson will release the task [Reconstruction Transfer Array] to you, yes/no?"
[Reconstruction of the transmission array]: Help the broken iron dwarf fortress to repair the transmission array and re-establish contact with the dwarf empire.
"System Tip: Navy Captain? Gatterson will release the sideline mission [to salvage the shipwreck], yes/no?"
[To salvage shipwreck materials]: The Imperial transport ship was sunk by a powerful sea monster, looking for the gold fish nest entrance to collect supplies.
Huh? Dawei was surprised, but it was a task without rating. It was too unscientific. According to the progress of the quest line, it is necessary to collect materials and sea monster bars. How strong is the sea monster that the giant ship can sink, or to defeat it in the sea, not the mission of the army, at least it is a s-class. Personal tasks.
He asked: "His Lord, how do we salvage the shipwreck?"
Dawei’s heart is a bit imaginary. The most promising thing for salvaging a shipwreck is that he is working for npc. There is no such thing as a half-money. Maybe he has to face a powerful sea monster. Fortunately, I completed the task, and I was rewarded with the desolation of the broken iron dwarf.
By the way, when it comes to rewarding brothers, there are still 100,000 merits. Expiration does not mean that it is invalid.
Gatson said: "The salvage of goods is very simple, as long as the entrance to the gold fish nest is found."
He feels that he wants to hang, I go, the simpler you say, the less simple, the simple things will be left to the players, you can salvage yourself. However, the gold fish nest is opened once a year, usually through the entrance, much like a special copy space.
"But I don't know where the entrance is." Dawei shrugged his shoulders.
Gatson reluctantly said: "So we have been unable to salvage."
Oh? It turns out that the difficulty lies in how to find the entrance to the copy, not the pits of the mission? But npc can't find it, but brother can't find it.
No, brother is also knowledgeable in the game, all kinds of high-end races have dealt with, if the brother can not find the entrance, is this copy space reserved for ordinary players?
The answer is of course impossible, which means that there are special ways to find the copy space. Ordinary players encounter this problem and have no choice but to get used to the Raiders in various poses. This kind of thinking is not a trick.
"God, how do you think we are looking for the entrance to the fish nest?"
Gatson suggested: "The fish nest will form a golden fish tide when it opens. I think professionals who are well versed in fish farming will analyze the entrance to the fish nest."
The hint is this, Dawei egg hurts. It seems that the task is reserved for casual players, such as fishing, or the owner of the game, such as building a fishery. Or it is a player who has knowledge of what ocean tides are involved. It seems that it involves geography knowledge. This kind of geography class only looks at the scum of the beauty teacher, and obviously does not understand.
Is the task done or not? Dawei tangled, the game opened to the present, there is no player to find a copy, or a copy of the opening once a year, or a copy of a large amount of materials in Kamakura, equipment he can withstand the temptation, but the material is not good, there is a The young stupid dragon has to feed.
"What do you think?" Dawei asked Xiao Mi.
Robert said: "What is the gold fish tide?"
Hey? The artillery player spoke, did he understand? Dawei stunned and was very much looking forward to Robert's ability to send another assist. To say who is present in this field, and to have a lot of life skills, Robert is not doing it.
Gatterson laughed: "Of course there are a lot of gold fish, which is a clear sign of gold fish tide."
Robel smiled: "The Warriors, I want to find the entrance to the fish nest is very simple."
How is a simple method, let me talk about it, and listen to it.
"His Lord has lived here all the year round. Should you know the approximate location of each fish tide?" he asked, seeing Gatson nod and continue: "The so-called opening is our statement, because there is a time every year. Massive gold fish
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