"The experience bar rises very slowly after the eighth second, and the number of kills also decreases. Why is this? Is it because the player has used medicine to resist the fatal period?" Kemeng looked at the experience bar and analyzed it silently.
A large main city has unlimited capacity, but the number of online players is not unlimited.
The planning and distribution of the Orange Star people is very reasonable, and the players who stay in the city are in the minority after all.
A large number of players are active in various wild monster areas and set up alchemy and medicine factories.
Moreover, a large number of players are offline for rest, and not everyone is online 24 hours a day.
According to the information found in the dream, in order to avoid the increase in mental illness, an eight-hour work day was implemented. During working hours, only things allowed by the rules could be done, and the remaining time was left to Orange Star people to reasonably manage themselves.
The players in the first echelon are always the most lively group, living in the game almost 24 hours a day.
In order to become the Liver Emperor, some players have agreed to have their bodies intubated, and the nutrients needed by the body are put into the body through the tubes. Then the bathing is monitored by artificial intelligence, and then an automatic bathing machine is used to help clean the body.
Things such as diarrhea are also monitored and cleaned by machines to ensure that Gandi players can live in the game 24 hours a day.
Kemen looked at his experience bar and felt that he could still recover, so he put down the resurrection item on the toilet floor, and then sacrificed his health again.
As the body disappeared and regained its light, Kemeng's level slowly rose again.
The kill list in the upper right corner kept flowing, and the screen got stuck again.
But the good times did not last long, and Kemen found that the experience of growth this time was much less than before.
"Some players have gone offline." Kemeng realized one thing, that is, fear would prevent them from going offline.
Before, even if they died once, they still dared to wander around the city. That was because the Orange Star people did not want to waste time and resources. They bet that Amon's skills could not be used multiple times, so they continued to order those who should go to work to continue working, without wasting any time.
But this time it’s different. The Amon poison that has infected the whole world has struck again, which means that the cooldown time of Amon’s skills is extremely short, and may even be zero. They don’t need to stay offline just to save face. After all, every time they are online Stay there for a minute and you could die.
Death is not particularly painful for them, and death is not the end. They just don't want to experience the uncomfortable feeling of becoming a waste, which is really uncomfortable.
"At least half is missing." Kemen murmured. His sixth sense would not be wrong in this regard. He really lost half of his experience.
The levels kept going up and down, but it only reached level 695 before stopping.
If those people had not gone offline, it was possible to break through the 700 level mark.
Unfortunately there is no if.
"We have to go and collect higher-grade wool." Now that Kemeng has taken action, he cannot stop and must maximize the benefits of collecting players' wool.
Injecting a drop of magic power into the teleportation talisman, Kemeng was teleported to the large teleportation array point in the main city of Graycastle, and then teleported to the leveling area of the first echelon through the inn.
Spirit Butterfly Snowfield.
The blue butterfly flies in the sky with small and beautiful wings. When the wings vibrate, they cast a little starlight, like stars in the sky.
But don't underestimate these stars. The energy contained in each star is comparable to a five-ton atomic bomb.
If it triggers Psylocke's angry pursuit, it will lead to a more terrifying attack.
Kemen stood on this land. A blizzard should have covered the entire snowfield, but the air was very warm and full of high-energy radiation.
Just take a breath and let the resistance force work throughout the body, destroying the high-energy radiation factors contained in the air.
Ahead, the fiery red sky seemed to be on fire, the earth was shaking all the time, and the light from various skills and special effects filled half of the sky.
This place is quite far away from the main city of Graycastle. Without a large-scale cross-regional teleportation array, it would take who knows how many days to fly to get there.
"There are only a thousand players, which is a bit less." Kemeng used his spiritual sense to sense the number of players on the snowfield.
Fortunately, there are other advanced leveling areas near the snowfield, and the same first-tier leveling groups exist.
Kemen stood here, first burying a resurrection item, and then sacrificing his life on the spot.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Kemeng was resurrected on the spot again.
A new kill list suddenly popped up in the upper right corner, and the experience bar rose again.
However, the rate of increase is really not fast. There are already many players offline at this time. The main leading players are all in the advanced leveling area. Some people have already received the news and immediately went offline, while some player teams saw wild monsters. The health bar is about to be cleared. Anyway, I haven't been poisoned by Amon's poison, so I can drink medicine to increase blood and fight monsters at the same time.
It's just that these lucky people never expected that the poisonous injury would suddenly jump a long way, and they would die instantly and turn into indescribable waste.
After Kemen brushed away all the nearby players, the snowfield in front no longer trembled, and the special effects light no longer appeared in new colors.
It was so lively one second, but completely silent two seconds later. The high-level players who were poisoned simply didn't come back. They just clicked to log off and waited for the tenth level to log off.
Ke Meng passed to the main city again, killed the high-level players again and again.
It takes time to go offline. If you are still in combat mode during the offline period, you cannot go offline freely.
They can go offline, but their bodies will continue to be in a fighting state, and no one wants to lose level like this.
Ever since, after the senior players were resurrected, they quickly teleported away and ran as far as they could.
If Amon can catch up, he will be cruel.
It's a pity that Kemeng only has two legs and one body, so he can't chase hundreds or thousands of people at the same time.
After the high-level players escaped, Kemeng gathered one last piece of wool to break through to level 705, and then stopped.
If the crowd hadn't been too scattered, Kemeng would have felt like he kept reaching level 800.
He tentatively sent private messages to Nora and Nina, asking them if they had any new big moves.
Nora replied instantly: "No, it's interesting to see you chasing them."
Nina: "You are a big mover."
"I mean, can we get people together again?" Kemeng said.
Nora: "You mean to move any number of items in the world to one coordinate? Wake up, I'm not that powerful."
Nina: “If you have any new ideas, please come to us.”
Ke Meng closed the private chat window, his eyebrows twitching. He felt that he couldn't talk to these two goblins anymore. The sense of crisis rose slightly and then disappeared.
He had an intuition. Just now, the two twins wanted to dig a hole to bury him, but they might have been concerned about the existence of the evil god Cthulhu, so they didn't proceed.
Because of this inspiration, Kemen vaguely understood that these two people were clones of the evil god, and the backer behind them was Naia.
They regarded Kemon as a clone of the evil god. The backer behind Kemon was Cthulhu, and they regarded him as a kindred spirit.
