Chapter 313: Master of Vomiting
The five-member team entered the royal city.

The Land Legion's bombardment successfully blasted a crack in Goliath's magnificent wall, and the undead finally had a chance to attack inside.

From a distance it looked like an inconspicuous crack, but when they got right in front of it they couldn't help but be shocked.

This is clearly a deep canyon.

Bricks and stones were falling overhead, and the collapsed wall bricks in front were piled up into a small mound of earth.

The five-man team includes the melee Sun Knight "Joan of Arc", the offensive snake catcher and swordsman "Su Yi Bai Qun", the long-range wizard "Jian Jian Dan" who is good at releasing fireballs, the pharmacist "Li Xiao Yao" who has learned various enchantments, and the rich brother "Heather" who took the initiative to embark on the path of assassin and is good at using various props.

As soon as they entered the royal city, a huge, neat but desolate open space appeared before their eyes. The wide avenue that could accommodate at least ten carriages passing side by side made them feel as if they were in the land of adults.

Golden elements were piled up on both sides, sparkling under the light, and they seemed to have really stepped into a city made entirely of gold.

"Wait, there's an ambush ahead!" The reminder from teammate Joan of Arc immediately made the other four people nervous.

Sure enough, the figure of the dragon-transformed soldier was seen in front. His huge head was weighed down by the heavy dragon horns and he couldn't lift it up. His long tail was swinging restlessly on the ground.

The opponent's golden armor blends well into the color of the environment, making it easy to ignore it at a glance.

If there is the first one, there must be a second one. After the five people stood in place and searched around, they found that there were indeed a few dragon-like soldiers waiting in the dark to ambush them.

If they hadn't noticed it at the beginning, they would have suffered a loss, but now they would act in ways that the dragon-transformed soldiers could never imagine.

“Wait, let me make one!” Heather, who was good at making props, took out something the size of a palm from his quiver.

A woman's head trapped in an iron cage.

Treasure-stealing banshee.

This little monster, which can steal other people's voices and make them unable to make any sound, is very popular among the undead group because it always plays a big role.

Heather threw the treasure-stealing banshee away with a flick of her hand.

The treasure-stealing banshee was so frightened by the dragon-like soldiers in front of her that she turned around and tried to escape.

It acts on instinct.

The dragon-transformed soldier who had been hiding also knew that his ambush had been discovered. He opened his mouth and shouted, trying to take the initiative to attack, and used his shouting to summon his teammates.

But he didn't expect that the treasure-stealing witch took away all his voice.

The dragon-transformed soldiers could only open their mouths and speak, but no sound came out.

The undead rushed forward, resisting the impact of shields and chopping off heads with swords. The first collision took place in silence, and the restriction on sound was only just lifted when the treasure-stealing banshee fled into the sky.

The undead siege also ended.

The body of the dragon-transformed soldier fell to the ground motionless.

The undead began to drink medicine on the spot to adjust their status. A dragon-transformed soldier was so difficult to fight that he seemed like a BOSS. They strongly suspected that they had accidentally stepped into the late-stage map.

"It's a bit of a pity." Li Xiaoyao said regretfully as he looked at the Rand armor and dragon scales fused together due to the dragon transformation.

Lander soldier armor is still very popular now.

The shape is handsome, the defensive effect is very good, and it is comfortable to wear.

Occasionally cosplay as a Rand soldier.

Unfortunately, this kind of equipment is not sold to the outside world, especially the armor worn by Lind's Rand Legion, which has undergone many improvements and has various enchantment effects. It is said that it is also numbered. In short, it cannot be bought with money.

Many items were twisted and corroded by the dragon disease and could not be reused. In the end, they could only pick up the "exploded" weapons and swords to comfort themselves that at least they gained something.

The five-man team continued to advance and encountered several more battles.

"The Dragon Land Soldier is a master of vomiting."

When sharing the potion with each other, Joan of Arc complained: "Drinking medicine? You'll vomit as much as you drink." Fortunately, there were not many dragon-transformed soldiers they encountered in the direction they were heading after they cut in, otherwise, they would have been able to bankrupt them just by killing these guys.

After turning right at a place with an unfamiliar equestrian statue, they entered a residential area.

Every house could be explored, which greatly prolonged the time consumed. It took the five-man team a full three days to leave this street.

Each of them had their quivers filled with the spoils of this “garbage picking” trip.

The "good things" that can interest the undead may be somewhat different from those of ordinary people, such as new clothes.

They found clothes with a strong Goliath style in Goliath's house. Although the clothes were not defensive, the styles were varied and completely different from those in Earth's history, but they had the same charm of the times.

When playing games, I want to try all the skins.

Skins cannot extend the life of the game, but they can make people happy. The purpose of playing games is to have fun.

The only problem is that the quiver can only store the quiver but cannot remove the weight.

The quiver was already filled with all kinds of "pretty little trash" that they were reluctant to throw away. Each person only put in a little bit, but the weight of nearly 100 kilograms still reminded them that there was no more room.

By the time Joan of Arc walked out into the street, it was already dark.

They stopped to rest in a room that they were sure was OK and lit a bonfire.

At the front of the road is a huge aristocratic manor. If nothing unexpected happens, that will be the direction they will explore next.

The [Golden Throne] campaign is estimated to last at least three to five months, leaving them with plenty of time to explore, but they cannot relax either, as other undead are entering the battlefield one after another.

Such as BOSS, special copies, rewards and so on.

If someone else gets there first, we won’t be able to enjoy the hot food.

The bonfire made a crackling sound, and the flames made the five people's faces red.

"Going offline?" asked Joan of Arc.

"It's the weekend today, I'm not going offline." Li Xiaoyao replied.

"I won't go down either, but I need to go to the bathroom." The woman in the white dress raised her hand.

"I'll go too." He said simply.

Jeanne, the captain, said, "Someone should guard it. Don't wait until we come back and see if the room is occupied by dragon-transformed soldiers. If that happens, the game will probably fail."

In the end it was decided that Heather would stay behind to guard the place, while the remaining four people would go offline to solve problems in the real world.

Jeanne took off his helmet and exhaled. Sweat broke out on his forehead, so he wiped it with a wet tissue.

Wearing the helmet, although this helmet magically does not get stuck or heat up in various big scenes, it is still not breathable enough.

He picked up the air conditioner remote control and after a "beep" sound, he got up and went to the toilet to flush the toilet, and then went to the refrigerator to get some food.

It is difficult for modern humans to live without the Internet.

He picked up his phone and took a look, but found that the Internet was always full of dirty things, mostly about what happened to some unknown celebrity, which made him confused.

"I'd rather stay immersed in the world of games."

In a simple gaming world, you don’t need to think so much, you can gain happiness by investing in it.

Joan of Arc stood in front of the bed and twisted her body. She heard a crackling sound of bones, and it was as if her body condition instantly recovered from "severe fatigue" to "very healthy".

The psychological effect is full.

Joan of Arc put on a helmet and covered herself with a thin blanket to prevent herself from catching a cold by turning on the air conditioner.

Lie down and get in the game!
(End of this chapter)