Koloch didn't know why these elves went crazy and came to the Yaer continent. He only knew that since these elves came, his life has become more and more difficult.
Almost all the tasks that could be done in the tavern were taken away, and even those temporary escort tasks were almost out of his reach due to the increase in the number and strength of the competitors.
Since these elves are generally stronger than the second-level Koloch, even if he is often robbed of tasks, he can only swallow his anger in front of him, not even farting, and only dares to curse a few words behind his back.
Now he still has some money on hand, but he can't support it for long. The life of a mercenary licking blood makes it difficult for him to save money. If he can no longer find a way to make money, he will have to find a way to make some dirty money.
At the same time, not only those damn elves, but also the large number of new local constructs and people from foreign lands are also annoying.
Constructors will not be poisoned or exhausted, nor will they actually die if their bodies are destroyed, which gives them a great advantage when performing some high-risk tasks.
In a sense, they almost have immortality like strangers, but their souls can still be killed by some high-level magic.
In fact, during the past two days in the dead of night, he had actually thought about whether he should simply transform into a constructor. But due to some concerns and fear and resistance to losing his body, he never made a decision.
In fact, he had previously specifically asked a fellow mercenary who was once a male mercenary like him and was now a constructor to ask him what it would feel like after being transformed into a construct, and how it would be different from a human body.
The companion's answer was this: He has no idea of eating now. He just admires the beautiful women when he sees them, but has no further thoughts.
This made Koloch shudder, Gods! Can't enjoy a meal? Can't play with those little bitchis? Not even allowed to play with sheep? Then what fun is there in living! ?
He took out a handful of black curly leaves from the small animal skin pouch inside the chest armor. Koloch skillfully rolled them into a ball and stuffed them into a long tobacco bag. Then, he turned his back to the sea breeze, carefully avoiding his beard, and lit the packed leaves with flint.
The curling clouds and mist rose from the sparks on the black leaves. Through the smoke, Koloch looked at the beings of various races walking on the bluestone street next to the tavern, and took a sip of boredom.
He only felt that the changes that had taken place in the Federation in the past few years were greater than those in the past decades of his life combined.
"Fish! Fresh fish! Pure fish!"
"This is something excavated from the ruins. I don't know what it is used for! My family is in urgent need of money, so I'll sell it for only nine gold coins!"
"He knelt on the ground and said, 'Spare my life!' But I cut off his head with one knife and rolled it on the ground..."
Among the crowds of horse-drawn carriages passing by on the street, there are vendors selling local specialty seafood, as well as some scams designed to deceive outsiders.
Two drunken mercenaries were talking loudly, and some civilians wearing structural headbands could be seen sitting on the stone steps basking in the sun on the street corner.
"...Five years ago, there were 378 kingdoms in the entire Federation, but now, there are only 53 left! Warriors of the Batoran Kingdom, it's time to stand up and defend our homeland! "
On the distant streets, the sound of impassioned speeches could be heard from afar. They were propagandized by players who had joined the resistance organization.
"Join us and fight against those greedy nobles. All the treasures and gold coins we grab belong to you! Interested warriors can add a construction network number to discuss in detail!"
It's those rat-like rebels again.
Koloch puffed on his pipe and sneered at the solicitation remarks made by those resistance players.
Uncle Koloch is so smart. He wants to trick him into serving as cannon fodder on the frontal battlefield to consume the troops of the nobles, while he himself takes advantage from behind? There are no doors!
A small group of black curly leaves was quickly finished. Koloch sighed, took out the structural headband and put it on to see if any employer would contact him.
In the past, this thing was a rare thing. I heard that there is a chance that ordinary people can awaken into noble mage masters. But now the construct network and headbands have become highly popular. You can see civilians wearing construct headbands on the streets, and even ordinary mercenaries like him can get one.
Moreover, the current construction network is not as magical as it was when it first appeared.
I heard that when the constructed network was first opened, after connecting to the constructed network, it was as real as entering another world. However, the current constructed network can only carry out simple messages and communications. The difference is so big that it seems to be the same name. Different things are the same.
But one good thing about the current constructed network is that you can concentrate on reading various messages on the network while dealing with real-life matters.
"You bunch of shit elves, get out of the Yaer continent!"
"It's you who deserve to go away, you bunch of nature-destroying moths!"
"..."
Of course, the constructed network is not a pure land. Due to its anonymity, Internet trolls have emerged.
Ignoring these meaningless scoldings, Koloch looked for his goal.
Perhaps Goddess of Luck finally favored him today. A local escort mission suddenly appeared at the top of the chat area. The level requirements were not high, and even a second-level man could do it.
Koloch quickly sent a communication invitation to his employer to prevent others from taking over the task first.
But at this moment, the scene in the constructed network suddenly flickered, then extinguished and disappeared in an instant.
"Damn it! Bastard! What a piece of junk!"
After being stunned for a moment, Koloch immediately jumped to his feet and cursed.
Watching the mission that should have been his slip away from his eyes, he almost wanted to smash the tattered headband that had fallen off the chain at this critical moment.
But soon, Koloch realized something was wrong.
He was not the only one who took off his headband. On the bluestone street next to the tavern, all the people wearing constructed headbands that he looked at began to take off their headbands one after another with confused expressions.
So, the problem is not his headband, but the constructed network?
But what could happen to the constructed network?
"Quick... look at the sky! Oh my god, what is that?!"
Suddenly, muffled exclamations came from the street.
Koloch raised his head blankly along with the others. In the distance in the blue sky, a crimson color with no visible edge was spreading at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed.
And under the crimson color, all the constructors fell down silently, as if their consciousness had disappeared.
"ah!"
A woman screamed in terror, but the panicked Koloch soon discovered that nothing special happened after being enveloped in the crimson color.
At the same time, a message from an unknown source rose from his heart, answering the biggest question in his heart.
"Field rules: Constructed networks are prohibited from operating——"
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….….
As the bearded mercenary Koloch saw, at the source of the crimson domain, six ninth-level elven spellcasters had gathered.
The invisible and immaterial realm of rules expanded around them and overlapped with each other. Finally, under the will of the elves, it formed a serious interference effect on the operation of the construction network.
Opposite them, the connection between the demiplanes that was supposed to be illusory was actually revealed in the space of the main material world as if it had become material.
At this moment, a ninth-level projection of the Parliament was standing in front of the white door to the plane, waiting in full formation.
(End of chapter)
