Xia Niming's expression froze instantly! His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
This is obviously a forum that loves learning, making people bald and hairline shifted, but these sand sculptures don't study, chat wildly, and their skills are much more mature than before... He became sluggish, wondering whether the world has changed abnormal illusion.
The people around were instantly amused.
Stop talking, have you started to doubt your life
This wave of operations is awesome! Blowing out the hidden master, this is a magnified move, and it makes the scalp tingle.
"Coach, I want to learn to be funny!"
"Hiss! This sand sculpture has profound skills and has reached the realm of transformation. It has been cultivated for countless years. It is so terrifying! Don't provoke it!"
...
Although many people are making trouble, those are peripheral netizens who cannot participate or help, those who are bored to pass the time, and those who can help others are already taking action.
The fastest movers are the major research institutes. Their first reaction is to let the player survive in the doomsday wasteland, and then find some mechanical armors, disassemble them and give them screenshots for research.
Although this may not be able to gain much knowledge, after all, the magic machine is powered by magic energy, but no matter how little technology is in it, it is enough to make them move.
And, best of all, look for a survivor in the wasteland, look for a scientist in mechanical engineering, and get the principle from his memory.
"Start analyzing the released species pictures and data! Look for monsters that can fuse blood, and make gene fusion medicine!"
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Under the white light, countless people walked and waited.
On the other side, the matter of cultivation is still on the agenda. After all, it is difficult to complete it in a short time. Xia Niming is still very weak, so he relies on Du Xue to gain a foothold.
Inside a fallen mechanical spaceship, most of it collapsed and sank into the mud, but it was still a temporary camp for dozens of survivors.
Du Xue was looking at the report, "In the camp, the current occupational distribution is that there is one pharmacist, one mecha operator, one person who is proficient in equipment and fighting, and one person who is a magician...."
Although "skills" can be transferred, each person's brain capacity and memory are limited, and it is impossible for you to instill too many occupations. Each person takes on one occupation, and the division of labor is the best.
The brain also varies from person to person.
Most of the people are third-class citizens, and the pineal gland was only opened after modifying three circuits. Not only is the calculation ability low, but the natural brain capacity can only accommodate one professional proficiency.
It sounds like only one person's brain can only learn one profession, and the capacity of the human brain is very small... In fact, it is not the case. Proficiency in a profession is the pinnacle of a field. It requires at least hundreds of years of normal study to possess a huge amount of knowledge.
For example, "medical proficiency" is equivalent to the top medical experts of the Ishtar people, surgery, internal medicine, orthopedics... .
Every field is extremely advanced and has a terrible amount of savings, which can naturally squeeze your brain to explode... Moreover, it is impossible for your brain to be completely filled with knowledge, which will warn that the "computer memory" is insufficient.
According to the law, at least 80% of the remaining memory space of the brain must be reserved.
As for second-class citizens and first-class citizens, they are born with better "hard disk" qualifications, fast speed, high memory, and can practice multiple professions concurrently. For example, Du Xue is a first-class citizen.
"In Kitty's words, it's like playing an RPG wasteland management game. Every 'role' has qualifications, three skill slots for first-class citizens, two skill slots for second-class citizens, and one skill slot for first-class citizens. .. Moreover, each of your team members has different abilities, so it depends on you what kind of skills you want to "learn" for him."
She was calculating the occupation distribution in the team, "The newcomer Mizar, the medical talent is not bad, maybe he can learn "Medical Proficiency"... It is so difficult to find an excellent survivor!"
Vocational skills are not rote, anyone can do it. For example, if someone has the talent of medical treatment, but you fill his brain with the knowledge of "mecha manipulation proficiency", naturally the effect is extremely low, and it cannot be used at all.
In fact, she wanted to find a mechanic who could repair the mecha, and get the knowledge of "Mechanical Specialization" from him, and then some people in the camp could copy and learn, and have more professions as a mechanic.
"If our camp has the profession of a mechanic and can repair the mech, it will be much more comfortable." She pressed her forehead with difficulty, and gradually gained the aura of a leader, "Other nearby survivor camps have not found such Survivors... Now that the Internet is blocked, they can be downloaded arbitrarily before, and no one has ever worried about such a thing.”
Today, more than 95% of the entire human race has been infected. Mechanics who can repair mechas are rare and hard to find.
There are too many survivors gathered together, which will cause a wave of corpses, so it is impossible for them to gather together. In the entire Noni city, there are seventeen survivor teams, large and small.
She also did not reveal that she owns the dynamic key, and that she is a person with the highest authority and who walks outside the law.
She lowered her head and looked at the knowledge of her brain, which is the knowledge of the three skills of fighting and magic, "The kitten... allows me to develop the ability of determination (awakening), which can be turned on and off freely...."
She closed her eyes, feeling more and more difficult, as if lingering in a desperate situation, "I heard that there are not only lickers... In the depths of the disaster, a tyrant also appeared, with a huge body, returning to the body of an orangutan... .Also, the recent wave of corpses seems to have a black hand behind the scenes, driving them away... "
Behind the scenes
Is it a special zombie or some other creature that can manipulate zombies
World disasters are spreading.
At this moment, another section of ruins outside the camp.
A balloon flew in the sky to scout, looking at the roaring corpses below, "Young people, unless you reach the sixth level, you can't fly, your IQ, you can't fly a plane..."
As for encountering the sixth-order zombies... He didn't think he was so unlucky. Those were monsters that could only appear in Veolia deep in the center.
While flying, he looked at his own side, quietly approaching a fountain square, a black licker covered in pus and rotting, with a long and thin tongue... He picked up the old-fashioned retro walkie-talkie to direct,
"Yes, this is a fourth-order licking dog, sneaking up on him from behind, the butt is its biggest weakness!"
A group of people approached quietly with concealment, and a hunk man controlled the mech and pressed down suddenly.
"Hey, we got it, it struggled so badly! Shit! It broke free!"
"Quickly, MT catches up and grabs the hatred of this dog-licking dog! Yes! Don't be licked! It's you, the mechanical tank, taunting and pulling monsters! These guys have no IQ!"
"Master, keep up! The mud spell will divert the action, back up! Back up! Does the kite know!"
"Don't do anything to the men next to you. You don't have to end the game. You are responsible for shielding the fighting atmosphere around you, so as not to usher in the tide of corpses, so as not to pull too many monsters, we can't eat it! They will all die here."
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After several minutes of fierce fighting, they successfully took down the opponent without any loss.
Won!
No dog licking House
Xia Niming was immediately satisfied.
play group? play games
It's professional.
Suddenly, a call from Du Xue's walkie-talkie came from the camp, and Xia Niming's voice softened immediately, "Honey, what's the matter?"
But in the next second, his face gradually became stiff. The range of the walkie-talkie should not be that wide. This is already more than 800 meters, so who is nearby and secretly contacted me...
The walkie-talkie needs to be linked, how can the other party...
A hoarse voice came from the opposite side:
"Mysterious creature... we should talk."
This is a zombie!
Xia Niming's mind went blank, and he turned to look at the surrounding streets and buildings.