My Player 2

Chapter 90 Dawn Town

It was completely dark, but Chenxi Town was still bustling with activity.

Yesterday morning, the bosses beat the heroic boss to death.

Then, throughout the entire day, the players gathered in the new base, and together with the sister saints, they resisted the last remnants of the Heavenly Army.

However, this large-scale battle feels a bit like a tutorial for beginners.

With the support of the demigod-level buff, there is basically no difficulty at all.

one way or another.

This time the mission was accomplished.

After the settlement, each of the top ten players in terms of Boss damage received an [Amber] as a reward.

The ten players who killed the most minions received a one-hour trial voucher for "God's Favor".

Ordinary players also earned a lot of experience, and most of them reached the gold rank.

It can be said that everyone is happy.

Last night, after the last heavenly soldier was killed.

The NPCs who left the new base returned here one after another.

They only had two and a half days of vacation and they had to return to the dangerous outside of the city to continue to live with a group of guys who had reached the gold rank in just two days.

These NPCs are working so hard, it's obvious they are here on a mission, but the players don't bother to care about that.

After a night's rest, under the leadership of several big anchors, the players took spontaneous action and built three bonfires on the cliff in the north of Chenxi Town, preparing to hold a bonfire party.

They invited the villagers who had fled here, the residents of the town, the three saints, and the God of Creation who was hiding in the office.

For the villagers, this was a welcoming banquet prepared for them by the apostles of the God of Creation.

The village chef refused to let the "method of death" interfere, so the uncle with a reflective forehead insisted on preparing a feast for the heroes who saved the villagers.

He took another look at the three truckloads of precious food that had been brought in from the city, sighed, "This is a recipe for death," and left the cooking area.

Although participating in the cooking for this celebration banquet can greatly increase the proficiency of my [Chef] secondary profession.

But let's relax tonight.

It’s also nice to sing and chat with everyone in front of the campfire, just like when I was camping as a student.

The experience of "having a way to die" is not an isolated case.

Since the players didn't want strangers to participate in their celebration party, they didn't hire any helpers.

Originally, they planned to prepare the celebratory banquet in the evening all by themselves.

Villagers who can arrive at the town early can directly compete with players for work.

As for the old people and children in the village, they all gathered in the church and prayed devoutly to the loving Creator God together with the saint who had been healed miraculously.

The blacksmith Camelia walked around Dawn Town more than ten times and found that there was no special blacksmith shop here.

Although there seems to be equipment maintenance services in the Chamber of Commerce.

But that means sending weapons with low durability back to the city and then returning them after they are repaired.

Not only does it waste time, but even the blacksmiths in the city are of mediocre quality.

There is no reliable extraordinary blacksmith in the town of the Chosen Ones.

This is not possible!

After all, Camelia was a newcomer, and she wanted to support herself and the villagers with her own hands.

Instead of always accepting charity from the chosen one.

Not to mention, once he rebuilds the blacksmith shop, Ba Zhaitian, the unreliable guy at the critical moment, can come and learn blacksmithing with a legitimate reason.

But there are not many buildings in the town, and all of them are already taken.

The spire funded by the School of Magic, the matchbox-like building of the Union Parliament, the gorgeous Gothic building of the Chamber of Commerce, and the church that the Saint Lady had just built. Basically, each building had its own unique architectural style, and you could tell at a glance what power it belonged to.

She wanted to open a blacksmith shop here, so she could only ask the Saint for help.

Camelia took a deep breath and walked into the church.

The setting sun shines through the stained glass windows, onto the benches on both sides of the central aisle, and finally falls on the villagers who are praying devoutly, outlining dots of colorful light and shadows.

The air was filled with the faint scent of incense and candles. On both sides of the altar, there were candlesticks and flowers. The newly made wooden furniture also had a pleasant fragrance of leaves.

At the end of the church is an altar built with golden wheat ears. A saint in nun's clothes is kneeling in front of a hooded faceless statue with her hands folded, praying.

Her profile was so beautiful that it seemed like a dream, sacred and peaceful.

Even Camelia, who was used to seeing this, couldn't help but hold her breath.

She swallowed and waited until this round of prayer was over before walking up to the Saint and telling her what she was thinking.

"…Lady Aperia, this is what happened. I hope you can help me."

The saint was slightly stunned. She pursed her lips and after a mental struggle, she said to Camelia, who was 1 meters tall:

"Camelia, it's me, Eperia."

"My sister...is not here for the time being."

Hearing this, Camelia took a half step back with an extremely embarrassed look on her face.

She hadn't spoken to Eporia since she was forced to flee the village.

The other party was also avoiding him tacitly.

The two were obviously sisters who grew up together. Neither of them did anything wrong that day, and neither of them had any reason to blame the other.

but……

I just don't know what to say.

They just sat facing each other awkwardly until one of the chosen ones came in, and then they turned away tacitly.

After all, this is not the place to argue.

In addition to the villagers who were praying, there were a few guys in scholar's clothes who were holding paper and pen, recording something with the eyes of observing primitive people.

It is said to be a research topic related to faith.

But these scholars made the praying villagers uncomfortable, and if they had not remained quiet, the villagers would have kicked them out long ago.

As the sun set, the chosen ones rushed over from all directions.

There were several chosen ones, milling around in front of the teleportation array in the center of the town.

They teleported to the teleportation point in the city and then teleported back, not minding the cost of magic crystals at all, just like children who found a new toy.

There were also a few chosen ones who parked their illegally modified hovercrafts on the outskirts of Dawn Town.

I heard they raced the whole afternoon.

It is said that a guy had such poor driving skills that he crashed into a cliff and died along with his car.

Look, these God's Chosen Ones who just got off the car are blocking the entrance of the teleportation array, waiting with great anticipation for the dead God's Chosen One to be teleported over, intending to laugh at him harshly later.

Another truck drove up.

Several chosen ones secretly lifted the truck chassis, one on each side, and used brute force to secretly lift the truck weighing dozens of tons to the bottom of the cliff.

8 pm.

The three saints held torches and lit three bonfires.

Amid the cheers of hundreds of players and hundreds of thousands of cloud players, the players began their celebration party.

(End of this chapter)