"Brother, the portal station is indeed a bit of a rip-off. At worst, we'll just take a carriage back later. This is the Cold Plains, so it'll only waste a little over a day at most."
Wind saw Yang Tao walk out of the watchtower in less than ten minutes. He thought Yang Tao had just gone to inquire about the situation, found the price too expensive, and came back.
Upon hearing this, Yang Tao looked at Wind and smiled, "I've already been back. The quest reward is a skill point."
Wind: "You…"
He felt as if he saw two thousand gold coins thrown into the water, and at the same time, the words "poor bastard" turned into sharp swords, piercing his heart.
At this moment, Rogue also brought over the food. Wind, who was greatly shocked, turned his grief and indignation into appetite, devouring three portions of the professional-exclusive lunch by himself.
However, after eating and drinking his fill, the guy's mood adjusted, and he said with a grin, "Brother, let's form a temporary team. Then there won't be any skill damage."
Upon hearing this, Yang Tao nodded. Anyway, it was all for fun, and a tiny bit of experience was nothing at all.
Teaming up was simple; it only required Sia, as the captain, to invite, and Yang Tao to agree. However, what surprised Yang Tao was that as soon as he joined, Sia adjusted the experience distribution.
He alone would take fifty percent, while Wind and Sia would split the other fifty percent.
Yang Tao turned to look at Wind and Sia. Wind probably guessed what he was thinking and directly said, "Brother, we're already benefiting from teaming up with you… Your strength is greater than ours, so naturally, you should take the lion's share of the experience!"
Hearing his words, Yang Tao nodded slightly and did not refuse this distribution method. He immediately smiled and said, "Alright then, these next few days I'll let you experience the joy of skyrocketing experience. Since we've eaten our fill, let's set off directly."
Sia and Wind exchanged glances and nodded slightly.
…
They walked out of the watchtower and headed north.
The biting cold wind whistled, and the short weeds on the ground were already covered with a bit of frost.
Even though Yang Tao was impervious to cold and heat, seeing this desolate scene made him feel a bit chilly inside. He said to Wind:
"This is completely different from the Bloody Wasteland, like autumn versus winter…"
Wind tightened his clothes and said, "The Cold Plains is cold because ice elements gather here, which is why the temperature is so low. When we continue to the Stony Field, the temperature will return to normal."
Then he took out a map, glanced at the location of the Burial Grounds, and pointed into the distance, saying, "We should reach the entrance of the Burial Grounds by nightfall…"
His tone made it sound as if the Burial Grounds were right in front of them, but Yang Tao heard that they still had to walk for 4-5 hours, and he immediately stopped.
He was here to have fun, not to be a sucker.
Wind asked somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong, brother?"
"Nothing, I just remembered I brought a vehicle. We don't have to run."
Huh? No, buddy, bringing a sofa was already exaggerated enough. Now you're telling me you brought a vehicle too?
Could it be that you even stuffed a carriage into your backpack?
Yang Tao took out the transformation table and searched, finally choosing an off-road vehicle. This car was Harry Osborn's, but now it had changed hands.
Actually, he also had an armored personnel carrier from "Wandering Earth" inside, but that thing was a bit troublesome to operate, especially without satellites and signal towers.
He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, then said to Wind and Sia, "Don't just stand there, get in!"
Wind walked forward as if he had discovered a New World, touching here and there, then asked, "Brother, what is this thing? How do I open the door?"
Yang Tao rolled down the window, placed his hand on the door handle, and gestured: "Just like this, hurry up and get in."
Wind, without being taught, ran to the passenger seat, opened the door, and got in, while Sia obediently sat in the back.
The engine roared, and the off-road vehicle shot forward.
Wind's eyes grew brighter and brighter; he loved this nameless thing.
He turned to look at Yang Tao, about to open his mouth, but Yang Tao, having anticipated him, cut him off: "This is a car. It runs on special energy. You'll find out how fast it can go in a moment."
Bang.
A Zombie was mercilessly run over by Yang Tao.
"Oh, oh!"
Wind couldn't help but widen his eyes; a completely new experience he had never had before excited him.
"Yang, there's a Fallen squad over there!!"
Yang Tao naturally wouldn't be a spoilsport. He floored the accelerator, charging towards the five Fallen and one Fallen Shaman with an unstoppable momentum.
Vroom!
The machine spirit roared!
The Fallen Shaman didn't recognize the car, but it could sense danger approaching. Waving the staff in its hand, a fireball flew towards the car.
Looking at the fireball, which was even smaller than those from the Fallen Shamans in the Den of Evil, Yang Tao immediately laughed and said, "The low temperature isn't just affecting us."
The fireball scattered.
Bang!
Five howling Fallen were directly sent flying.
The sound of brakes screeched, and Yang Tao's car stopped right beside the Fallen Shaman. The car window opened, and a black muzzle poked out from inside.
"Surprise!"
Bang!
The M500 fired a searing bullet, drilling into the Fallen Shaman's head.
Pfft, watermelon juice splattered.
A few gold coins flew in through the window.
Vroom…
The off-road vehicle sped away.
"My goodness, brother, what kind of weapon is that? It's too powerful…"
Wind felt his blood stirring.
Yang Tao gripped the steering wheel with one hand, turned on the car's music, and then said to Wind, "It's the juvenile version of the Equalizer of Life. No matter who faces it, their words will become cautious."
Wind felt as if a New World had opened up to him. Then he cautiously asked, "Can I see it?"
"Of course, there are two Zombies ahead."
He quickly drove the car over and handed the gun in his hand to Wind in the passenger seat, not at all worried that Wind would accidentally fire it.
"You saw me shoot just now. All right, now point the muzzle at the Zombie and pull the trigger."
Yang Tao rolled down the car window.
Bang…
A Zombie was flipped backward by the powerful force. Wind's eyes lit up, and then he pointed at the other Zombie, continuing to pull the trigger.
Bang!
Experiencing the power of technology for the first time, Wind couldn't help but recall the first time he summoned a Poison Creeper.
It seemed this kind of power was even more addicting.
"I think I know why you've been improving so fast now."
He returned the M500 to Yang Tao. The two Zombies didn't drop anything, so Yang Tao didn't stop the car.
Just then, a group of Dark Hunters appeared on the only path leading to the Burial Grounds.
These Dark Hunters were once members of the Blind Eye Sisterhood.
In the early stages of the war, they were infected by the aura of the Nether and began to turn their weapons against their former sisters.
The fall of the Rogue sisters is probably the most severe disgrace to the Rogues who are still alive.
Fallen Rogues rarely act alone; they prefer to move in groups. Most of them are too deeply controlled by the hatred from the Nether.
They even forgot their advantage of using ranged attacks, and instead picked up whatever weapons were at hand to launch blind attacks.
These Dark Hunters had grayish-white bodies, and their leather armor had become rotten and dilapidated due to time, revealing the leather innerwear beneath, which looked very daring.
However, their goat-like heads made them completely uninteresting.