The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

"Bullshit! The visuals are blurred, but the haptic feedback and olfactory system in this crappy game aren't!"

The novice argued vehemently, pointing at the mosaic on the ground and shaking his head frantically.

"That soft, limp texture... Ugh, no, just thinking about it makes me nauseous."

"Then why don't you just lower your five senses?"

"So you can also lower the five senses and censor the images, what difference will it make if you move it?"

At this point, the veteran player looked at the newbie who had run to the side, looking like he was about to vomit again, and then at the gruesome corpse on the ground, and finally sighed.

"Alright, let's not embarrass ourselves here, let's move over together."

"No, you're the one who found this, so you move it."

The novice refused outright.

The veteran player had no choice but to remove the mosaic, find a straw mat, wrap the pregnant woman's body inside, and drag it towards the village entrance.

Similar to the two, other players were dragging corpses toward the village entrance.

"This game development team is a bunch of bastards who gave birth to children without an anus. They use these grotesque models and storylines to disgust people, and they call it hardcore."

The veteran player cursed as he scanned the corpses being dragged by the players.

"Who can argue with that?"

Cai Gou curled his lip: "The bastards in the development team must have seen that we players are kind, cute and have a conscience, so they made this kind of thing to torture us and satisfy their dark fetishes."

"Correct."

The veteran player nodded in deep agreement: "If we players weren't kind, lovely, and conscientious, who would care whether the villagers who fled these villages would cause a plague when they returned and have their corpses burned!"

"Yes! We are so kind."

The novice agreed.

Upon reaching the village entrance, as the bodies were piled together, Cai Gou looked at the large number of corpses and asked curiously.

Are any of the villagers in this village still alive?

"You're asking me? I'm a bloodthirsty triple attacker."

The veteran player asked in surprise, pointing to himself, "You know that players in Bloodlust Trio are insane, but don't you know that they also don't like to use their brains?"

"You forgot about that."

Cai Gou slapped his forehead. It was indeed a bit much to discuss the plot with these bloodthirsty maniacs who only knew how to fight and had brains but didn't use them.

"If you really want to know, they might know."

The veteran player, known for his bloodthirsty three-man squad, gestured with his lip towards the front, pointing out a clear path for the newbie.

The newbie looked in the direction the veteran player pointed and saw two kobolds, one black and one silver, standing next to a tall pile of firewood in front of the player group.

"The War General and the Grand Secretary? They might indeed know."

He muttered something to himself and was about to go up and ask when he was interrupted by a solemn shout.

"ignition."

With that shout, the huge pile of firewood filled with corpses was set ablaze, and thick smoke, carrying a pungent smell of burning, rose into the gray sky.

The players who had gathered around watched silently as the corpse was engulfed by the towering flames and gradually disappeared. The playful smiles on their faces had vanished, replaced by frustration.

Even with the visuals set to pixelation, the corpses appear as a blurry mess, and even the sense of smell is reduced. The pent-up frustration has transformed into an unyielding resentment in the hearts of newbies, veterans, and every player.

It wasn't until the funeral ended and preparations began for a fresh start that Cai Gou went up and asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Villagers? There are probably still some."

Looking at the curious little dog in front of him, the righteous voice said casually as he walked, "Centaurus may be cruel, but they kill people for food. They just need to scare the villagers away and steal their food."

Chapter 207 The Garbage Time Is About to End

"Based on the footprints and traces in this village, quite a few people still managed to escape."

Leading his team away, Kobe, the embodiment of justice, glanced behind them at the village, now nothing but ruins.

"Even in the cellar and in front of the toilet, players found traces. Many villagers should be hiding inside."

"Then why not let them out so we can get more information?"

The dog scratched its head, its hair stained green with leaf juice, and asked in confusion.

Why arrest him?

Looking at the somewhat dazed and dumbfounded dog, the author, whose motto was "righteousness is paramount," asked a question in response before beginning to explain.

"What information can we get by arresting them? It's just a matter of finding out where they're headed. Interrogation and reassurance both take time."

"Let them hide in the shadows, observe our actions, and spread our reputation."

Their burning of the bodies was not just a matter of conscience; these villages were also part of the Wald territory.

This was mainly to facilitate their future rule over the Wald territory and the relocation of people to the camp.

Of course, the conscience of most players is also one of the reasons for doing this.

"Oh, oh~"

The novice nodded as if he understood, and walked absentmindedly beside the voice of justice.

"Lord Kou, when will we be able to catch up with the centaurs?"

After walking for a while, Cai Gou still couldn't suppress his anger. He tidied his green hair, clenched his fists so hard they cracked, and said angrily, "I've been wanting to grind those centaur beasts to dust."

"Hehe, your idea is what most players think, and it's also what I think."

He glanced at the angry dog, and with a smile, he finished speaking. Then he turned and looked in the direction of Jinmai Town, calculated for a while, and then said...

"According to Zhan Shuai's estimate, we won't be able to catch up with the centaurs and reach Jinmai Town until tomorrow afternoon."

"As for Jinmai Town, Zuo Zhengdeng and his group have already arrived."

Upon hearing this, Cai Gou breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. There shouldn't be any more tragedies like those in those two villages in Jinmai Town."

The voice of the "clumsy dog" remained where it was, but the person in question followed the players' southward expedition team all the way to the destination of tomorrow afternoon—Golden Wheat Town.

……

The sun sets in the west, and dusk passes in the blink of an eye.

The night, like still water, flowed quietly in, silently bringing Jinmai Town under its control.

The Viscount's study at the Wald family castle.

The oil lamp flame flickered, emitting a dim yellow light that illuminated the books and picture albums on the desk, and... a golden-haired dog-headed man in military uniform sitting blankly at the desk with unfocused eyes.

Before long, the golden-haired dog-headed man's eyes regained focus and it began to move.

"Whoo~"

Zuo Zheng opened his eyes, looked at the familiar scenery around him in the game, let out a long breath, and relaxed.

"The script and contingency plan for the War Commander and the Caliber is Justice side are finally ready."

Recently, almost all the daily military affairs in his battalion-level detachment have fallen on his shoulders.

But he's just a self-taught amateur, not even half-baked, and he's just someone who flaunts his advanced military theories everywhere. How could he possibly handle these military affairs?

However, because he wanted to show off, he couldn't tell Zhan Shuai beforehand and could only ask AI and his subordinate Walton for help.

However, asking subordinates for help can damage one's image and may lead to doubts about one's abilities.

As for AI, it is not omnipotent, especially since it is only civilian AI, and much of its military knowledge is blocked.

It's easy to imagine the immense pressure Zuo Zhengdeng faces when dealing with extremely realistic and complex daily military tasks in a hardcore game, such as arranging meals, weapon maintenance, and logistical support.

However, things are better now. After putting on a show, he confessed to Zhan Shuai and the others and regained their help.

"Hehe... Now that the game's garbage time is over, it's time for Lieutenant Zuo Zhengdeng to shine."

Thinking of Zhan Shuai's script, Zuo Zhengdeng smiled and couldn't help but look forward to it.

The script sent by Zhan Shuai included many scenes of him wreaking havoc.

dong dong.

Just as Zuo Zhengdeng was chuckling to himself, there was a knock on the door, and Walton, who was guarding the door, also spoke.

"Boss, Lieutenant Klaus Reed is here."

Suppressing his smile, Zuo Zhengdeng quickly picked up a book to cover the densely written scraps of paper on his desk.

These scraps of paper contain instructions on how to forge the Blood Knight's magical organs.

Based on the information provided by Zhan Shuai, he found the original and deciphered and copied it.

Although I've already taken photos and sent them to Zhan Shuai, I haven't had time to destroy them yet.

After doing all this, Zuo Zhengdeng gestured to Walton at the door to let Klaus Reed in.

The door was pushed open, revealing the tall, muscular Walton, and Klaus, who was blocked by the door and had blond hair and a pretty boy look.

"You bastard, you've gotten bolder since you changed owners, you even bite your old owner."