There is a big problem with this sequence game

Chapter 59 Not Interested

It is extremely necessary to establish a player alliance!

Look at it from a long-term perspective.

The group of players is destined to be exposed to the world.

By then, the closed beta players will also need an alliance organization to watch over and help each other.

Unless a player can hide himself, his abilities that are different from ordinary people will not be exposed.

Live like an ordinary person.

But is it possible?
With a sharp blade in his body, he will kill himself.

I'm afraid no one wants to live their lives in anonymity.

If you want to take refuge in national power.

So whether it is in terms of environmental treatment or freedom, it is far inferior to the player alliance.

The probability of incarceration is low, but the probability of surveillance is greater.

Player alliances are bound to be formed.

But who established it and who has the right to speak is crucial.

Of course, it's too early to say this now.

Most players probably don't even understand the current situation.

Let alone see the future clearly.

The Pavilion Master has a long-term vision and has a systematic way of doing things. He did not directly propose the concept of player alliance, fearing that most players would not accept it.

Be prepared to build a small team first.

In fact, when He extended the invitation.

Many players on the forum are quite moved.

It's just that the Pavilion Master felt that it was not yet time and did not recruit players aggressively, so it would be easy for trouble to occur.

"Not interested in!"

Bai Lan responded.

The Pavilion Master has signs of forming a force. He thinks this is a good thing and the players' organizational skills will be greatly improved.

It is impossible for stragglers to compete with an organized one.

The help in dealing with the main tasks is visible to the naked eye.

On the other hand, if they cannot survive the main mission, they will all die in this magical world.

That is always a big mountain that weighs on my heart.

Of course, Bai Lan was not prepared to join a certain force.

In the early stages of the internal beta, the situation is still unclear.

The Pavilion Master was a little disappointed, but he knew that the invitation was a bit unexpected, and he didn't expect Bai Lan to agree on the spot.

They will meet again in the future.

He asked Metatron and the Gambler again.

The former is not interested either, while the latter only wants to consider it.

Each of these up-and-coming players excels in their own way.

Joining a force early is a constraint for them.

Who can say for sure about the future?

……

Bai Lan started to pay attention to other posts.

Soon, he found that someone mentioned two locations: "Knight's Fief" and "Shadow Castle".

It was the message released by Metatron.

North of Border Town is Shadow Castle, the territory of the Blood Count.

In recent years, the earl has transformed into a strange existence, and his subjects have been in panic all day long, and finally chose to flee.

According to Metatron, a large number of thieves in Border Town come from Shadow Castle.

The origin of the knight fiefdom is very special.

This fiefdom is very close to the border town and adjacent to the Black Forest.

This title was born thousands of years ago and is the burial place of a legendary knight.

But that knight has recently risen from the grave!
The legendary knight became a death knight, roaming his fiefdom day and night.

Many local residents are deeply concerned.

Bai Lan has a better understanding of the border town and its surroundings.

He asked Metatron: "Is there any news about the black magician?"

"I'll try and see if I can find it."

Metatron has a great attitude.

He knew that Bai Lan was looking for news related to the main plot.

This is something that is difficult for players to access at this stage, and high-level monsters will be encountered in the process.

Of course support is needed.Bai Lan feels that Metatron is very reliable, knowledgeable about a lot of knowledge, and the advice he gives is also very pertinent.

Metatron is doing well in the magical world, and he doesn't know what kind of opportunities he has.

He is certainly not the only lucky player.

Now is just the beginning, in the future, more advanced players will flock to the forum.

It must be a scene in which hundreds of flowers bloom.

But to gain the respect of others, you can't do it without some real ability.

Bai Lan was looking forward to that scene.

He held on to his weak body and began to practice [Piercing Attack].

Bai Lan is not a knight, but he can exert the power of the knight's spear. He thinks it is related to this skill.

In fact, when crows were being chopped down in crow ridge.

He clearly discovered that using a knight's spear to perform [Piercing Attack] has an unpredictable power.

If I have to describe it, it just feels right.

And he had never felt this way before.

Therefore, if you master the extraordinary skills of certain paths, even if you are not an extraordinary person of that path, you can still use the skill effects to unleash the power of the equipment.

Bai Lan didn't practice with the knight's spear.

The power of skills performed by sophisticated equipment is so powerful that the aftermath alone will make the entire living room a mess.

until late at night.

Bai Lan left home and walked on the somewhat deserted streets.

The night was deep and there were no stars visible, only the lights of thousands of houses were quite bright.

Neon lights flash in the nightclubs along the street, and the colorful lights make the road less dark.

Bai Lan enters a barbecue stall.

The stall owner saw his thin figure approaching.

"Still the same?"

Bai Lan said: "I want two more kilograms of mutton skewers today."

This is an open-air food stall.

There were not many guests, only four or five young people gathering for dinner. Empty beer bottles were scattered on the ground, complaining to each other about the difficulty of life.

Bai Lan found an empty seat and sat down.

The owner of the barbecue stall also operated it quite skillfully.

Each hand grabbed more than ten iron skewers, and each iron skewer was skewered with four or five large pieces of meat, filling the entire barbecue grill.

Bai Lan carried half a box of beer, sat on the table, and started drinking.

The boss joked: "Xiao Bai, business at night is sometimes good and sometimes bad, but after meeting you, I have never worried about bad business anymore. You can probably support my whole family by yourself."

During this period, Bai Lan would visit here every night.

Then he ordered a portion that would normally take five or six people to finish at a dinner party, and he finished it all by himself, then got up and left.

This happened every day, so the barbecue boss was naturally very impressed with him.

As the owner of a barbecue stall, I also spent a lot of time chatting with customers.

At first I was worried that he would have a problem with his food, but later he got used to it and there was no need to push customers away.

The mukbang he saw online was even more exaggerated than this.

Bai Lan tilted her head to look at him and smiled: "Isn't that great? You can sell out and go home early."

He scratched his face.

I was thinking about finding a cafeteria to eat at some other time.

He comes to eat barbecue every day, and he can easily afford it for three to four hundred yuan, but his wallet doesn't think so.

"It's better to go home early. I wonder if you've heard that our Binhai City...has been haunted recently..."

The night wind blew along the street, lifting up the plastic bags and wrapping paper scattered on the ground.

Bai Lan put the empty wine bottle on the ground.

He grabbed another bottle and opened the cap with his bare hands.

Bai Lan smiled and said, "Who is the ghost you are talking about?"

The boss who was originally bold and cheerful now shrank his neck and said rather mysteriously: "Look at what you said, who else could the ghost be..."

Bai Lan didn't ask further, thinking that this was probably a folk rumor and something based on rumors.

He started pouring himself some wine again.

Alone, drinking alone.

He is not a character who eats and sleeps silently, but here, he only occasionally chats with the barbecue owner.

Wait until everything is served.

Bai Lan ate all the food, stood up and left, putting his hands in his pockets, and his figure gradually disappeared into the late night street.

(End of this chapter)