Chapter 411： Waste soil

Xia Niming's expression instantly solidified! The face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

This is obviously a forum to love learning, making people become bald and move their hairline online, but these sand sculptures don’t even learn, they talk crazy, and their skills are much more mature than before... he is dull, is there a world that has changed? Unusual illusion.

The people around were instantly enjoying themselves.

Don't talk, have you started to doubt your life?

This wave operation bull pen! The hidden great **** was blown up, this was an enlarged move, and the scalp was numb.

"Coach, I want to learn to tease!"

"Hiss! This sand sculpture has profound skills, and it has reached the level of transformation. I don’t know how many Jiazi I practice, so terrifying! Don’t mess with it!"

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Although many people are in trouble, they are outside netizens who can't participate and help. They are bored to pass the time. Others can help and are also taking action.

The fastest moves are the major research institutes. Their first reaction is to let this player live in the doomsday wasteland, and then look for some mechanical armor and dismantle them for screenshot research.

Although this may not be able to gain much knowledge, after all, the magic energy machine uses magic energy power, but the technology side is not enough, which is enough to make them want to move.

And, the best thing is to find survivors in the waste soil, find scientists in mechanical engineering, and get principles from his memory.

"Begin to analyze the released species pictures and information! Look for the Warcraft that can fuse the blood veins and create a gene fusion agent!"

....

Under the blank paper lights, countless people walked and waited for them.

On the other side, cultivation matters are still on the agenda. After all, it is difficult to complete in a short time. Xia Niming is still very weak. At this time, he relies on Du Xue to gain a foothold.

Most of the fallen mechanical spaceship collapsed and fell into the mud, but it was still a temporary camp for dozens of survivors.

Du Xue was looking at the report, "The current occupational distribution in the camp is that there is one pharmacist, one mech operator, all equipment proficiency players, and one wizard..."

Although "skills" can be transferred, everyone's brain capacity and memory are limited. You can't inculcate too many occupations. Everyone takes a career, and division of labor is the best.

The brain also varies from person to person.

Most people are third-class citizens, and the pineal gland was opened after modifying three lines. Not only is the computing power low, but the natural brain capacity can only accommodate a professional proficiency.

It sounds like only one person’s brain can only learn one career, and the human brain has very little capacity... In fact, professional proficiency is the pinnacle of a field, and it requires a huge amount of knowledge that requires at least a hundred years of normal learning.

For example, "medical proficiency" is equivalent to the top medical experts of Ishdar, surgery, internal medicine, orthopedics...

Every field is extremely deep, and there are terrible savings. It can naturally squeeze your brain...and your brain cannot be filled with knowledge, so it warns that "computer memory" is insufficient.

According to the law, at least 80% of the remaining memory space of the brain must be reserved.

For second-class citizens and first-class citizens, naturally born "hard disk" qualifications are naturally better, faster, and have higher memory, and can carry out multi-occupation concurrent training. For example, she Du Xue is a first-class citizen.

"In the words of kittens, it's like playing an RPg wasteland management game, each'character' has a qualification, three skills for first-class citizens, two skills for second-class citizens, and one skill for first-class. .. And, each of your team members has different abilities, and it’s up to you to give him what kind of skills to "add a little learning" to."

She is calculating the occupational distribution of the team, "New Mizal, the medical talent is not bad, maybe you can learn "Medical Mastery".... Finding a good survivor, it is difficult!"

Occupational skills are not rigid. Anyone can be competent. For example, if someone has the medical ability, but you put his brain into "mechanical proficiency" knowledge, it is naturally extremely effective and cannot be used at all.

In fact, she even wanted to find a mechanic who could repair the mech, get the "mechanical expertise" knowledge from him, and then some people in the camp could copy and learn, more than the profession of a mechanic.

"If we had a mechanic job in our camp and could repair the mecha, it would be a lot more comfortable." She pressed her forehead hard, and gradually gained the momentum of a leader. "Other nearby survivor camps haven't found this type. The survivor's... Now that the Internet is disconnected, it can be downloaded arbitrarily before. No one has ever worried about such a thing."

There are too many survivors gathered together, which will cause corpse tide. Therefore, they can't converge on life. There are 17 teams of survivors in the whole city of Noni.

She also did not expose that she possesses a dynamic key, that she has the highest authority and walks outside the law.

She looked down and looked at the knowledge of her brain, which is the three skills of fighting and spelling. "Kittens... let me develop the ability to resolve (awaken) and be able to turn on and off freely..."

She closed her eyes and felt more and more difficult, as if she continued to breathe in desperation, "I heard that not only licking the eaters... deep in the disaster, there also appeared a tyrant, a huge figure, and returned to the ancestor's body... . And, the recent corpse tide seems to have behind the scenes, driving them..."

Behind the scenes?

Is it possible to manipulate zombies, special zombies, or what kind of creature?

The world's disasters are constantly spreading.

At this moment, another section of ruins outside the camp.

A balloon flew in the sky to investigate, looking at the roaring corpses below, "Little young people, unless they reach the sixth order, they will not be able to fly. Your IQ will not fly the plane..."

As for the sixth-order zombies... he doesn't feel so unlucky.

He flew while looking at his side, quietly near a fountain square, covered with pus and rotten black lickers, with a long and thin tongue... He picked up and took the old-fashioned retro intercom command,

"Yes, this is a fourth-order licking dog, quietly approaching him from behind, buttocks is its biggest weakness!"

A group of people approached quietly with stealth, and the mech suddenly squeezed.

"Hey, we caught it, it's struggling very hard! Fuck! It's free!"

"Come on, mT keeps up and pulls this hate of licking dogs! Right! Don't be licked! It's you, mechanical tanks, ridicule and ridicule! These goods have no IQ!"

"Mage, keep up! Mud technique to contain the action, retreat! Retreat! Kite knows!"

"Don't do anything with the men next to you. You don't have to go out. You are responsible for shielding the fighting atmosphere around you, so as not to usher in a tide of corpses.

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After a few minutes of fierce fighting, successfully won the opponent without loss.

Won!

Dog licking

Xia Niming was very satisfied~www.novelhall.com~ play games?

This is professional.

Suddenly, a call from Du Xue's walkie-talkie came from the camp. Xia Niming immediately softened his voice, "Dear, what's the matter."

But in the next second, he gradually became stiff, and the range of the intercom should not be so wide. This has exceeded 800 meters. So who is nearby, contact me in secret...

Interphones need to be frequency matched. How can the other party...

A hoarse voice came across:

"Mysterious creatures...we should talk."

This is a zombie!

Xia Niming's mind was blank, and he turned to look at the surrounding streets and buildings.