Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 80 Go kill someone!
"First of all, welcome everyone."

Mo Lang's voice rang out above everyone's heads.

Everyone looked up upon hearing the voice, curiously gazing at the man who had shocked the survival world countless times.

On the city wall, Mo Lang was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt.

Perhaps knowing that the people coming today are the future elites of his team, Mo Lang washed his hair this morning and even blow-dried his hair into the same style as Jackson Wang, making him look more mature.

Especially that handsome face, which glowed white in the sun and was full of youthfulness, immediately made many female players exclaim in amazement.

"Secondly, I'd like to apologize to everyone."

Mo Lang showed a trace of apology on his face and said, "After all, no one has signed a contract. In order to prevent thieves from trying to take advantage of the situation, I didn't invite anyone in."

"We all understand."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded immediately to show their understanding.

Without any treaty, no one would dare to put so many people into their base.

Otherwise, once the base is destroyed, the player will die immediately!

"Big Fatty, are the contracts ready?"

Mo Lang looked at Zhang Sheng, who was responsible for maintaining order in the crowd, and asked.

"Don't worry, Brother Lang. Lao Lu and I have checked it and think there is no problem." Zhang Sheng immediately stood up and said.

"Then let them see it. Those who are willing to sign can be let in, and then we can discuss the grouping." Mo Lang nodded and said.

"Good."

Zhang Sheng nodded and quickly sent an email to each person who came today. Inside the email was the contract edited by Mo Lang himself.

"The content of the contract is very simple. Basically, anyone willing to join the Lang Alliance will receive a white magic orb or corresponding supplies for free every week. Those who perform outstandingly will be rewarded with a blue magic orb or corresponding items!"

Zhang Sheng looked at everyone and explained the general contents of the contract: "All you have to do is protect the low-level players who join our Lang Alliance and not kill each other."

"No, why should we protect those low-end players?"

"That's right. If we take them along to kill monsters, how are we going to divide the spoils?"

"And if the monsters attack the city, how will we have time to protect them?"

"That's right, what a bunch of bullshit rules! I think it's better not to join the Lang Alliance. Let's go!"

"That's right. In this world of survival, it's still hard to be kind. If you want to be a saint, then you can be one yourself. I won't do that."

"..."

After Zhang Sheng expressed his desire to join the Lang Alliance, many people expressed their opinions, and some even left cursing.

"There really is a clown."

On the city wall, Mo Lang looked at many people inciting emotions in the crowd, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not speak to keep them or even explain.

Needless to say, there will definitely be people who don't want him to win over all the high-end players, so they will naturally send people to cause trouble.

But this is exactly what Mo Lang wants to see.

After all, those who want to stay are people similar to you. Those who don’t want to stay, or those who just come to take a look, can leave if they want to.

After all, once a contract is signed, it cannot be revoked.

However, Mo Lang had already memorized the appearance and names of those people. After the Lang Alliance was officially established, these people would be killed as a warning to others.

Of course, he did not forget the two scumbags Liu Qi and Jackie Chan.

Soon, under the instigation of that group of people, sixty or seventy of the original three hundred players left, leaving only more than two hundred.

"Is there anyone else who wants to leave? If you want to leave, hurry up." Mo Lang looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "Don't delay everyone's time to kill monsters."

Waited for nearly three minutes.

Seeing that no one left, Mo Lang nodded with satisfaction and said, "I know you all have the same doubts in your hearts. Why do we have to protect those low-end players?"

"Because everyone believes that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, the weak should become food for the strong."

"But have you ever thought about this: if there aren't enough players and the drop rate is so low, who are we going to turn to for the materials or barracks we need?"

After hearing Mo Lang's words, those who were originally confused suddenly came to their senses.

They really overlooked that.

Even if they are lucky enough to have enough food and drink, their numbers will be greatly reduced, and it will become very difficult for them to exchange chess pieces or purchase other supplies.

"But don't worry, a gentleman won't save someone, but a saint will. Our own safety naturally comes first."

Mo Lang continued, "After all, the barriers of other districts will be broken through every thirty days. We don't know if other districts will have malicious intentions. As the elites of our Lang Alliance, your own safety is of paramount importance!"

"And I didn't ask you to lead them to fight monsters. My only request is that we provide assistance when they are maliciously attacked by players."

"After all, if these people with evil intentions kill these low-level players to increase their own strength, they will sooner or later turn their knives against us."

"Having said that, brothers and sisters who are willing to join my Lang Alliance can come in and discuss the next steps after signing the contract. If you are unwilling, I will not force you."

After Mo Lang finished speaking, he crossed his arms and waited quietly for the result.

"Just because the leader of the Lang Alliance can say this: a gentleman won't save a saint, so I'm willing to join!"

"Yes, I'm also a fan of Jian Lai!"

"Haha, me too. Anyone who can see through the sword has good intentions. I'm willing to join too!"

"Great!"

"..."

What Mo Lang didn't expect was that he learned a line from the novel "The Sword Comes" and actually attracted so many fans of "The Sword Comes".

But he is also a fan of "Sword Coming".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shout: "Plenty of wine tonight!"

"Based on this statement, the leader is definitely not a villain. Count me in as one of the Lang Alliance!"

"That's right. I haven't touched alcohol in all these days since I came here. Tonight I'm going to drink as much as I can. If there's not enough alcohol, I'm going to get mad, hahaha!"

"..."

Mo Lang's words made many hesitant people make up their minds immediately.

After a while, everyone who stayed here signed the membership contract.

Mo Lang took a look and saw that there were a total of 258 players. Now each of them had met the requirements, and after a few days of development, each player's chess piece had reached two stars!
Including Zhang Sheng, Lu Xiaodong, Liu Bo and others, the number of elite members of Mo Lang's [Lang League] has reached 266!
At the same time, Mo Lang also arranged their respective tasks. It would be best for them to form a group of ten to kill monsters together. Even if a lord-level monster appeared, there would not be too big a problem.

It took about half an hour to sort out some details, and then everyone dispersed.

"Brother Lang, what are you going to do later?"

Zhang Sheng looked at Mo Lang and saw that he had specially kept them. He asked curiously while eating noodles with spicy pork.

In comparison, Mo Lang still preferred the spicy pork and rice noodles. After taking a mouthful of the noodles, his eyes became extremely cold and he spat out three words:

"Go kill someone!"

(End of this chapter)