Chapter 249: Harvesting the Alliance, the Man Behind the Scenes

Chapter 248 Harvesting the Alliance, the Man Behind the Scenes

A bone-chilling wind blew through the desert at night in the wasteland.

At midnight on September 30, a wasteland world with a falling moon in the sky.

In a desert full of rust and yellow sand, a player camp with a few dim lights on.

X stood alone, thinking about his plan. Around him were a dozen level one players who were afraid and dared not disturb him.

Because the current game cycle was about to end, the players in the camp were seriously preparing to return.

It was midnight, and there was an occasional cold night wind.

The wind swept up the fluttering yellow sand, roughly scratched the shoes and trouser legs, and brought a smell of motor oil, which came from the vehicles parked in the camp.

In addition, there were smells of feces and urine, and body odor that made people vomit, which came from the natives in the cage.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the natives who became food, and the players who prepared seriously, X felt extremely ironic.

He had sneaked into the peaceful world and met players in the peaceful world, such as the players in the institute.

Thinking of his previous experience and their safe and comfortable life, X gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

He believed that the players in the institute would never notice a small thing that all players had to go through because of the peaceful world.

That was the discomfort of weightlessness, dizziness and palpitations caused by switching bodies when returning or crossing the game cycle.

As a first-level player with limited strength, the uncomfortable physical state would last for five to ten seconds when the cycle changed.

In the peaceful world, where the surrounding environment is very safe, the adjustment time of five to ten seconds is nothing.

Those people stayed in bed in the morning, or took longer than this time to pour a cup of tea or make a cup of coffee.

But what about the wasteland world full of dangers and endless wars?

What's more, if there is a five to ten second window period in the battle, what does it mean?

As far as the Falling Moon World is concerned, although the player organization has controlled most of the cities and bases, the natives are unlikely to be willing to become food.

Therefore, there have always been some indigenous forces hiding in the dark or building private bases underground who intend to resist.

But perhaps because of "dealing" for a long time, the indigenous people discovered that players would collectively feel physically unwell at midnight in the middle and end of the month.

And because of this discovery, there have been several cases in recent months where the indigenous people of the Falling Moon World would counterattack the player camp at midnight in the middle and end of the month.

Gradually, they even mastered the time and pattern.

If it were a few months ago, when the weapons and supplies were similar, the indigenous people would definitely not be able to beat the players and would only lose every battle.

But now they have discovered the weaknesses of the players. As long as they deploy and cooperate well and only attack small-scale camps, there is more or less a possibility of success.

Due to the changes in the indigenous people, the players also began to be wary, so they must be prepared at the change of each game cycle.

In a desert camp under a broken falling moon, eight or nine players walked out of the lighted tent.

These eight or nine players jumped into the trenches one after another. They are the backbone of this camp and do not need to keep watch tonight.

Although the trenches were crowded like the tents, the trenches were better in concealment. If there was an attack by natives at midnight, the trenches would protect their safety.

In addition to the eight or nine players who entered the trenches, there were six players guarding outside the trenches in the camp.

They were the weakest and were arranged to keep watch when the game cycle changed.

In the camp with dim light bulbs, the six of them were scattered in various positions, guarding the camp with guns in front, behind, left and right.

Or to put it bluntly, if an accident happened, they would be the first to attract firepower and buy time for the backbone forces in the trenches.

As for the leader of this camp, he was the only second-level player X.

He had an independent, more concealed and safer trench, and five meters outside the trench, there was a modified armored pickup truck, which was prepared for him and was also his exclusive use.

Although as a second-level player, the weakness and discomfort caused by the change of game cycles only lasted for three to five seconds for him.

In fact, if there was an attack at the hour, he would definitely be the first person to react in this camp.

However, the wasteland world, which has completely lost its order, has already divided people into different classes.

As long as you are strong enough and have a high status, you will have the most resources to survive.

If you are weak, then your useful value is to serve as cannon fodder, just like an alarm clock, reminding the powerful players before the battle that they are going to fight.

As for the last ones, those who have no strength at all, such as the natives in the Falling Moon World who can't fight, can only live in cages and give flesh and blood in time to let the powerful people survive.

"Heh."

X admitted that he had always been strong and had the best resources, and he had never paid attention to some things, nor did he need to pay attention to these things.

But now, after going to the Endless Sea World, he lost the core of the earth, it was difficult to upgrade to a level 3 player, and he was controlled by others...

X, who was already unworthy of his position, looked around. Just a small transit camp showed the class and the law of the jungle to the fullest.

Players in the peaceful world, players in the wasteland world, players of different levels in the wasteland world, and natives, each type of people has a different life and different treatment.

X began to empathize to some extent.

Entering his own independent trench, it is safe and clean, without the stench of the collective trench, and the various excrement of those people's vulgar spoofs.

It is hard to tell why X suddenly wants to keep everything he has now.

Not to stop the end of the world, the end of the world may be very close, but it is very far away for a single person, because it is not a matter of one person at all.

And all this in front of him, X touches the inner wall of the trench, the clean and independent trench, the dedicated pickup truck nearby, and the awe of countless first-level players and some second-level players, these are the things closest to him.

X knows that he can't lose these.

If his superiors, the Elders Council of the player organization, know that he has lost the core of the earth, he will no longer be able to do the contribution task, and the road to becoming a third-level player will be cut off.

Then from then on, he will probably have to squeeze into the dirty collective trench with those first-level players.

What's more, if the Council of Elders knew that he was controlled by players from other worlds, then...

Looking at the cages of the natives in the camp, X knew that becoming food was his fate.

So, compared with these two endings, no matter how great the price he paid, it was worth it.

The broken moon was in the sky, and the countdown to the last ten seconds of this cycle began on the system interface.

X took a deep breath and prepared himself.

The growth spell that controlled the tree seeds in his body would be automatically cast every twenty minutes starting from midnight.

That is to say, after the new cycle started, he only had twenty minutes.

As long as he did not appear at the designated location of the institute after twenty minutes and the growth spell was not stopped, the tree seeds in his body would sprout.

And every twenty minutes, as the growth spell was cast again, the saplings in his body would grow a little bigger and become stronger.

This weird thing would never kill him, but it would make him live a life worse than death.

The feeling of being tortured yesterday resurfaced, and X felt cold all over.

He opened the system backpack and used the world ladder, and then the system popped up an interface.

The interface has the destination world and the specific location to be reached.

X first entered ΦT01 in the destination column, which is the number of the world he wants to go to.

Then, he entered Mount Uranus in the specific location column.

After he did all this, the ten-second countdown ended, and the system prompted that a new game cycle began.

Perhaps because of his poor physical condition, X felt dizzy and palpitated for five seconds after returning this time.

The discomfort of the body faded away, X opened his eyes, and he had returned to the player world where he was born and raised.

Brick and stone house, heavy iron door, this is a safe house, outside the house is also endless cold, and there is a wasteland without any grass.

Because the player organization was forcibly formed, it does not care about the rules and costs of the world.

The game world where X is and the player world are infinitely close in all aspects except that the falling moon in the sky is slightly different.

Time is tight, X doesn't care about anything else, and when his body just gets better, he uses the world ladder with the address filled in.

The next second, X disappeared in the safe house.

The soft breeze blew on his face, the warm sunshine shone on his body, and a scent of flowers and grass entered his nose.

After another five seconds of discomfort from sneaking across the river, X opened his eyes.

At this moment, in front of him was a lush green, with exotic flowers and plants everywhere, and birds and butterflies flying.

Not far ahead, a clear spring stream flowed through dense grass, and the spring water falling all the way from the mountain played a pleasant sound.

And above the stream was a stone bridge with a simple appearance but fine workmanship.

X felt that all these beautiful scenery were the ultimate enjoyment just by looking at it.

There was no cold and dryness of the wasteland here, nor the smell of motor oil and endless stench of the wasteland.

There was only moist air that could nourish the skin, and warm sunshine that drove away the cold.

In this world, X really wanted to lie down and bask in the sun.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, the two black-clad guards in front of him raised their guns.

X has seen this kind of gun before. Their appearance is not as cool as the mourning bird, but their functions are much more advanced than the mourning bird.

These guns have the functions of target recognition and locking. Once locked, the bullets that will explode in the brain will keep tracking the target, even if X uses skill particles to escape.

At this time, for X, the twenty-minute countdown has begun.

Although he is in a hurry, he dare not move when he is pointed at by a gun. He just raised his hands to surrender and waited for the guard to speak.

"You were here some time ago? I have seen you, X from the Fallen Moon Wasteland?"

A black-clad guard asked.

"Yes, I was here a few days ago."

Seeing that the other party had an impression, X breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then what are you doing here again? Can people like you come to the Harvest Alliance whenever you want?"

Another guard was obviously displeased.

X, who was ridiculed and looked down upon, did not dare to say anything. This is the headquarters of the Harvest Alliance - Mount Uranus.

The two guards in front of him are both members of the Harvest Alliance. Even though they are both second-level players, their strength is much stronger than X due to their world level.

Not to mention, they have more advanced weapons.

"Calm down, please listen to me first. Although I am not a member of the Harvest Alliance, I also serve Mr. Tan Lang.

In the last cycle, I found a clue that is extremely important to Mr. Tan Lang in a level 5 world. I really dare not delay, so I come to bother you again, and hope that you can do me a favor. "

X immediately explained and begged, afraid that the other party would not believe him, and also said that he owed the Harvest Alliance contribution points, and there was interest.

After listening to X's explanation, the two guards remembered that there was such a thing.

"Are you really talking about a level 5 world?"

A guard asked as if to confirm, and it seemed that he was a little unconvinced.

The level 5 world is the highest level world in the known world.

It is said that they are the earliest worlds created by the Creator God. They are rare, and each of them has a very long history.

And in their long history, there have been countless variables and countless uncertainties.

No one can tell what those things are, but everyone in the Harvest Alliance knows that the level 5 world is full of dangers.

"It is really a level 5 world, absolutely true! "

X replied immediately as time was running out in his anxiety.

Seeing that he was very confident, the two guards looked at each other hesitantly. Knowing that the leader Tan Lang valued the level 5 world, they stopped blocking and let X go.

The level 5 world is full of dangers, but the guards also understand that under danger, it is full of opportunities.

It's just that the opportunities in the level 5 world are not prepared for them, the level 2 players.

They are not qualified and have no strength.

Only the level 3 players who have obtained the godhead are qualified to find those opportunities.

Only the level 3 players who have integrated the godhead to a certain degree, such as the leader Tan Lang of the Harvest Alliance, have the strength to profit from those opportunities.

X ran all the way up the mountain path that was like a paradise.

In order to save time, whenever he had enough physical strength, he would use particles to escape , and climbed the mountain more quickly.

His destination was the towering palace on the top of the mountain, where the leader of the Harvest Alliance, Tan Lang, was.

The name of this mountain is Uranus, named by Tan Lang. It is said that it was originally the name of the first generation of God King in the world that Tan Lang experienced.

Under the control of Tan Lang, who possesses the divine nature and can control nature, Uranus is like spring all year round.

And according to rumors, Tan Lang has integrated the divine nature to 800 points, and with his current ability, it is enough to control the sun and the moon.

X looked up at Nuan Yang, and he knew that the rumors were true.

At this time, the game cycle has just changed, it is midnight, but the sun is still hanging on Mount Uranus, but this has nothing to do with the time zones of the eastern and western hemispheres.

Everyone knows that as long as Tan Lang wants, there will always be Nuan Yang here.

With a heavy sigh, X was not It was a taste. If he was also a level 3 player, he would also fuse the godhood to 800 points.

Then the two wasteland worlds he was in could be as beautiful as Mount Uranus, and the unfortunate falling moon would never fall.

But...

X knew the purpose of his trip clearly, and he no longer thought about it. This time, he had to use the news of the Lava Lord of the Endless Sea in exchange for Greedy Wolf to remove the tree seeds in his body.

He ran all the way up the mountain, and finally, X came to the palace on the top of the mountain. He was inevitably interrogated by the guards again.

After wasting some time again, X was finally led into the palace.

Unlike the majestic outside, the palace of Greedy Wolf was solemn and simple in gray and black style.

This contrast is just like Greedy Wolf himself and his name.

At first, before meeting Greedy Wolf for the first time, X thought he It would be a strong man similar to himself, with muscles all over his body and even a scar on his face.

But when X really saw Tan Lang, he found that he was a gentle and refined young man with a very gentle temperament.

At this time, following the guide, X walked into a palace hall that was nearly 20 meters high.

Looking around, the overall tone of this hall was solemn black, black floor, black stone pillars, and black walls.

The sun shone through the top of the hall and the extremely high windows around, making the black here more oppressive.

In the main direction of the hall illuminated by the sun, there was a high platform that could be led by steps.

The high platform was very large, but the furnishings were extremely simple, with only a simple yet majestic high-backed chair.

On the chair, the gentle-looking Tan Lang was sitting on it with a calm expression.

At this time, he lowered his eyes and looked down at the steps in front of him, where a man was kneeling.

The man looked a bit old and had a wealthy face, but he was shaking like a sieve at this moment.

Seeing this, X's heart skipped a beat and he secretly said, "Oh no!" It was obvious that Tan Lang was dealing with something, so he could only wait on the side.

What should he do? He only had 20 minutes, and a lot of time was wasted before.

However, the instinct to avoid danger reminded X that even if he grew more saplings, he could not interrupt the young man who looked very gentle.

Helplessly, X could only stand on both sides of the hall like Tan Lang's other men.

He was anxious and subconsciously looked at the man kneeling in the middle.

Strangely, X suddenly felt that this man looked familiar. He should have seen him somewhere.

At this moment, a voice came from the high platform:

"A godhead infected by filth can be exchanged for 200 contribution points, in other words, 200 godhead fusion points.

It's a pity that you made me miss the lava lord of Fengxi City for your own benefit.

You swore to never betray me, but you didn't keep your oath.

So now, what do you think I should do with you, my king? "

There was no harshness or anger in Tan Lang's voice, which was gentle and even smiling.

But when these words fell into the ears of the man kneeling on the ground, he could not stand up and collapsed to the ground.

On the other side, X, who also heard these words, widened his eyes in shock. He was almost stunned.

Looking at the man lying on the ground, X suddenly remembered that this man was the king of the Endless Sea!

During the days he was in the Endless Sea in the last cycle, he did see his portrait on the banknotes.

'Level 5 World , the king of the Endless Sea is actually a player!

And this player is also involved with Greedy Wolf, and is suspected to be his subordinate!

Not only that, but it turns out that Greedy Wolf has known the Lava Lord for a long time, and he has already reached out to the Endless Sea. ’

X, whose brain crashed, couldn't figure out what to do at this moment.

And at this moment, the king lying on the ground humbly raised his head and explained tremblingly:

"Mr. Greedy Wolf, it was Ponros Fell, the governor, he was too cunning, he deceived me!

And I also found that there are other variables in this matter, someone has also targeted the Lava Lord, I can explain, please listen to my explanation!"

X had no intention of listening to whether Greedy Wolf allowed the king to explain.

Because the names and words "Ponros Fell" and "Governor" mentioned by the king just now have shattered all X's luck.

It turned out that Greedy Wolf was also involved behind the scenes in what he experienced in the Endless Sea last cycle.