Chapter 169: Magic School Officially Enrolls Tomorrow
Let’s go back to about two and a half months ago.

"Ring of Doom" has finally been updated, capturing the undead wandering in the wilderness one by one, and irresponsibly throwing them into the nearby novice village, ending their aimless journey.

More than 80 undead people stood blankly at the edge of the Soul Valley, staring blankly ahead.

Even though it was noon and the sun had tentatively passed over the valley, the valley walls grew upward like intertwined fingers, forming an arch that seemed to block out all light.

The feeling of suddenly switching from one scene to another is a bit uncomfortable. The deep canyon terrain is like a big mouth, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

"Is there a town ahead?"

The undead have no hearts at all. Changes in the geographical environment will only cause them to scream in surprise. They are not afraid at all. This is just a game. They won’t die and won’t feel any pain.

And they finally met other players and were able to see the fireworks. They were so happy that they couldn't contain themselves.

Not seeing their companions for a long time has made their desire to talk to each other reach the extreme, and now they need to talk to each other while rushing on the road.

Everyone's experiences were different, but it sounded like they were all not too far away, since everyone present appeared in the cold area.

Some players on the forum appeared in tropical areas, and some were even surprised to find that they had encountered the return of the south wind. They suspected that everyone might not be on the same planet.

Maybe like the Earth, it has multiple continental plates.

But no matter who they are, no one has access to a higher-level map so far. Not to mention that some people don’t know what country they are in, even those who know what country they are in cannot determine their specific location.

Some people even brought up the conclusions mentioned before again.

They are not actually in a huge open world, but in countless small sandbox worlds. It's just that the ability to communicate with each other creates an illusion, making everyone think that they are just far away from each other.

The game has received high reviews, but that is in terms of realism. In reality, because the map is too empty, there are few monsters and even fewer NPCs, there is a strong sense of loneliness, and the gaming experience is not good.

The group was stopped after arriving at the town ahead.

Standing guard at the door was a somewhat peculiar old soldier, who was wearing very strange protective gear.

His beard was gray, and it covered the lower half of his face like a mask.

He was wearing leather armor on his body and cotton pants on his lower body. His knees were wrapped with knee pads that he had found from somewhere. The patterns on the left and right were different, so he should not be from the same camp.

The most interesting thing is the shoulder armor on the opponent's shoulders, which look like two small hills.

An old man in patchwork-style armor.

"We are from... over there," an undead stepped forward, "over there, we want to apply for asylum."

The old soldier raised his crossbow, but arrows were flying everywhere, and he didn't know who to threaten.

The number was too large for the crossbow in his hand to handle. He might not even have 20 arrows in his body. But there were more than people in front of him, and their strength was greater than that of the middle-aged and elderly men in the town who could participate in the battle.

"Wait." The old soldier turned around and retreated into the city gate, closing it.

If a group of people rush in without caring about their lives, there will definitely be big trouble.

But what surprised the veteran was that this group of poorly dressed refugees were very obedient. They really waited when they were told to, and even organized themselves to line up.

This group of weirdos are surprisingly well-behaved.

Soon the town gate opened again, and a woman exuding a mature aura walked towards them.

She was wearing a cotton robe and holding a wooden staff inlaid with stones. The handle of the staff was wrapped with leather to ensure that it would not cause too much wear and tear on her palms.

"I am Morena, the mayor of Weeping Town," the woman said. "You can come in and seek shelter, but Weeping Town will not provide you with food, and you must work."

They asked him to work but didn't give him any food. If he were really a refugee, he might hesitate to agree. But the person standing here is not a refugee but a player.

So they agreed without any hesitation.

Finally, they don’t have to wander around outside anymore. They are content to have a place to stay, shelter from the wind, and receive tasks.

The undead successfully entered the Weeping Town.

The whole town looks shabby, one of the worst of all the novice villages that have been exposed in the game. People have pale faces, but are busy walking around, as if they have something to do. They will walk to the end of a road and suddenly turn back.

The NPC's movement trajectories are fixed, so players don't feel anything wrong.

In this way they successfully joined the Weeping Town.

Work, earn money, buy weapons.

The Weeping Town has always been very stingy. Not only are the rewards for quests very stingy, but the number of quests is also very small, which often leaves the undead people with nothing to do. This is completely opposite to the famous novice village named "Star Dragon Outpost" on the forum.

The tasks at Star Dragon Outpost are piling up, which is really a happy trouble.

I can ask for less reward, but you should at least give me a chance to work hard.

After a while, the undeads gradually got some starting funds, and were able to buy themselves a broken sword and a set of ragged clothes. Judging from their mixed style, they had already perfectly integrated into the environment of Weeping Town. The amazing adventures were for others, and they could only dig wild grass and vegetables every day and patrol in the cold wind at night.

But one day, an uninvited guest arrived in Weeping Town.

He had a gray beard that reached down to his chest, a cotton robe that was a little gray from washing but very neatly made, and a crescent-shaped hat on his head.

This is a mage, almost everyone who sees him for the first time thinks so.

He is knowledgeable and has wise eyes. If he suddenly draws out a two-handed sword and shouts "illumination", eighty percent of the undead will believe that he is the strongest white-robed wizard.

Just when the undead people were trying to get some benefit from each other, unexpectedly, the old wizard who called himself "Dome" took the initiative to act.

Duomei stood at the intersection, attracting people coming and going by singing loudly.

The undead were very good at joining in the fun. Dozens of them rushed over and occupied the front row, making Duomei's small stall immediately lively.

Then the NPCs that were wandering around the Weeping Town like zombies also attracted the attention and slowly gathered here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce myself."

He shook his right wrist gently, and bright rays of light burst out from his fingertips. When he suddenly spread out his five fingers, the light suddenly broke free from its restraints and flew high into the sky, then exploded with a "bang" and turned into fireworks.

"Woo~" The undead were very supportive. This was the first time they had seen magic with their own eyes since entering the game, and they found it very magical.

A wizard in white robes, playing with fireworks! It's a pity that he doesn't use a two-handed sword.

The residents of Crying Town reacted in a rather ordinary way. Their eyes were still dull and it seemed as if they had gathered here to complete a mission.

"I'm Duomei~" Duomei bent down, his white beard swaying slightly as his cheekbones moved up. He was probably smiling, but it was impossible to tell.

"As you can see, I am a wizard and can use magic to some pretty good effect."

He was reciting something quickly, his beard trembling, but no sound came out, indicating that he was reciting silently.

When he opened his palm again, a fireball appeared in his palm. The fireball was spinning rapidly. After the wind blew, the flames on the surface of the fireball exploded and turned into a fire tornado as high as a person in Domei's palm.

The flames exploding before their eyes did not scare away the undead. Several fearless ones even stepped forward and wanted to touch it.

Duomei was startled and hurried to disperse the fireball, but he was still a step too slow. The next moment, he saw the undead he touched was covered by a fire tornado.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the residents of Weeping Town fled in fear.

The undead curiously gathered in front of the burning corpse, but in the instant of contact, the undead's pitiful health bar of only level 1 was emptied.

The corpse managed to hold on for 2 seconds at least, and then exploded with a bang and turned into ashes.

This scene made Duomei look puzzled.

At the same time, he also held back the lines he had prepared. This group of people is a bit weird!
But not long after, something even more surprising happened to Duomei. The man who had died in front of him actually ran towards him from a distance, jumping and skipping.

"You, are not dead?" Duomei couldn't help asking. Now he had thrown the mission out of his mind.

"We are the undead." The undead seemed very happy to be spoken to by the NPC, and he was also very happy to have died just now.

As long as the pain is lowered, committing suicide is actually a very interesting thing, and you can experience different ways of dying.

"Undead?" Duo Mei was curious, and at the same time, a strong desire was growing in his heart. He was sure that nothing could be better than satisfying his curiosity. "Can I kill you again? I can pay you."

He thought that this request would be rejected by the other party, but he did not expect that the other party nodded in agreement without thinking.

"Oh, come on!"

Duomei used magic again, and the fireball hit the undead man head-on. The splashing flames stung Duomei and made him dance with joy.

And the undead died again and turned into ashes.

Duomei stared at the ashes for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, until the resurrected undead ran over from a distance.

It turns out to be an immortal!

In the following days, Domei took the initiative to find Morena, the mayor of Weeping Town. The two of them got together and no one knew what they were talking about, but it made the undead people envious.

The old wizard with a white beard and the sexy mayor, vicious speculations and jokes never disappear.

Afterwards, Domei left Weeping Town, but Weeping Town suddenly started distributing flyers.

"The magic school will officially start recruiting students tomorrow. Witch tutor Ms. Morena and principal Mr. Domei welcome you to explore the mysteries of magic together!"

The Weeping Town has transformed itself into a place that provides new students for the magic school.

(End of this chapter)