Farming game: Survival for all [StarCraft]

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A battle to defend a manor took almost a day of secondary world time from the beginning to the system announcing its end, that is, from the afternoon to the afternoon of the next day, when the mission was officially completed.

The reason why it took so long was not because the battle was long and difficult. In fact, they did not even go to war with the Tauren tribe, and the exchange of fire with the other two races was also quite difficult to describe.

Let's talk about the Tauren tribe first-
When the Tauren tribe found that the thick fog had dissipated, the children were lost, and the castle where the devil lived in the legend appeared, everyone was terrified. Although the oldest Tauren had never seen the devil so far, the legend of the devil was passed down from generation to generation and engraved in the memory of the Tauren. When each generation of chiefs took over the tribe, they were told about the horror and danger of the devil, and the chiefs must teach every Tauren in the tribe to run away when they see the devil and never be bewitched by the devil.

However, the Tauren tribe could not ignore the disappearance of the little Tauren, especially those who played with Dru. They were basically the strongest little Tauren of the younger generation in the tribe and the future warriors of the Tauren. If they lost these good seedlings, when this generation of Tauren warriors grew old, there would be no new warriors to take their place. By then, the Tauren tribe would definitely be bullied by other tribes, or even annexed.

In addition, the Tauren tribe is naturally protective of their cubs. Losing them would be like losing their lives. How could they just ignore them and run away in a hurry?
So, regardless of whether it was the ordinary Tauren out of love for the little Tauren, or the Tauren who were a little smarter, in order to ensure that there must be new warriors in the future, the chief and the elders discussed it and decided to summon the bravest warriors in the tribe and Emily, who had the sharpest hearing, to set out together to find the little Tauren.

At the same time, another group of warriors were left in the tribe. If the situation was not right, for example, these warriors had not returned by the next day, they would have to quickly lead the people of the tribe to escape and hide first. The chief didn't know what to do after hiding. He had never encountered such a big problem in his life. At most, he had to guard against the group of hateful goblins who would steal the harvest every year.

It was like there was a possibility of encountering the legendary race of devils. This was something that not only the chief, but even the chief of the chief had never encountered.

It seems that the ancestors who had encountered the devil race only left them the solution of escape, which is not applicable at this time!

The chief was full of fear when he set out with his warriors, but he had to remain calm for the dignity of the warriors. Every chief of the Tauren tribe was born a warrior, and only the strongest warrior could serve as chief. Even though the chief is no longer the most powerful warrior in the tribe, he always remembers the dignity of the warrior and must not be afraid before fighting.

Even if it means facing the legendary devil race! Yes! That's right, that's it!
But if that’s the case, why did every generation of our ancestors say that we should run away if we encounter a devil?
Like most minotaurs, the chieftain was not particularly smart and was not good at logical things. He could only let himself ignore it and tell himself to be brave. Maybe the little minotaur was not captured by the devil?

But such thoughts disappeared when they saw the legendary demon race, which was taller than dwarves, more cunning than goblins, and more deceptive than sirens, appear with the minotaurs like Nadru.

It was also at that moment that the Tauren Chieftain understood why his ancestors said that one must flee when encountering a race of demons, because that tall stature, resolute face, and oppressive aura were more frightening than the most powerful warrior the chieftain had ever seen.

It seemed as if nothing could defeat them, and nothing could make them surrender. They were so powerful that anyone could tremble at the sight of them.

So, when the devil said that he could let the minotaurs go as long as they were compensated for the apples they had eaten, the minotaur chieftain, who thought he was doomed this time, was like being pardoned. He forgot his dignity as a warrior and hurriedly agreed.

Minotaur God, anything is fine as long as I don't have to fight against these terrifying demons!

Wait, what is an apple? Will it cost me the entire warehouse of food?

The Tauren Chieftain seemed to realize something belatedly, and instantly looked at the little Tauren as if he were a prodigal.

What the hell did you little bastards do!
**
It is not difficult to deal with the Tauren. Although they are tall, most of them are not a warlike race. Usually, they will not attack first unless the other party attacks first. They are considered a famous honest race in the Forest of Frog.

When they learned that the other party was not the legendary devil race but the human race, the Minotaur did not disbelieve it, nor were they really so honest that they would believe whatever others said. Maybe they were like this a long time ago, but after suffering so many losses and being deceived so many times, they became a little better.

The reason why they believed that the players were humans was that the players did not break their spines or tie them up with ropes to make them work day and night as in the legend, or tempt them with things that looked precious but were actually not worth mentioning. They also did not ask for exorbitant amounts of money and demanded that they pay all their stored food. They just picked apples for them and told them that they only needed to pay double the amount of the apples picked by the Minotaur people. If they did not have this kind of fruit, they could use other food to offset it.

Moreover, after the Minotaur people returned to the tribe safely, the chief learned what the apple tasted like, what kind of roast chicken the Minotaur people ate, and how those who called themselves humans treated them. Only then did he truly believe that the other party was not the legendary devil race.

The devil race is not so kind as to give them sweet barbecue to eat, and ask for double the amount of food as compensation for their sweet fruits being picked - any kind of food will do!

But even so, the chiefs still didn't dare to interact with the human race. After all, they actually lived in thick fog and had a castle like that, which looked scary. After paying the compensation for the food, they immediately retreated.

Let’s stop here for the Tauren side and talk about the Dwarves side.

The dwarves captured by the drone are a group of male dwarves with rough beards and muscular arms. According to data analysis, their average height is about 1.2 meters. They are mining and forging iron not far from the ranch.

The mine seemed to be a shallow open-pit mine, and the smelting and ironmaking equipment looked very primitive. There were also a lot of slag and household garbage piled up next to it, as well as the thatched houses that the dwarves lived in, which looked like they had lived there for a while, but not for a long time. Perhaps they noticed that the fog had disappeared, and a small team of about ten dwarves, holding homemade swords, rushed to the pasture that had emerged from the fog.

The ranch was not very far from where the dwarves were mining. The edge of the ranch was surrounded by thick fog. After the fog dissipated, Xia Ji and his friends discovered that there was a small cliff about one or two meters high on the edge of the ranch. It was not particularly steep, but it was easy to defend and difficult to attack, which was beneficial to the players.

Before the dwarves approached the cliff, they saw a huge strange iron lump appearing on the edge of the cliff from afar. On the iron lump stood the legendary demons who were taller than them. They subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

The legend about the devil race is not only found in the Tauren tribe, but also in other tribes. However, unlike the legend in the Tauren tribe that one must run away when encountering the devil race, the attitudes of other races towards the devil race are different.

For example, dwarves. In dwarf stories, devils are creatures that are more hateful, cunning, and uglier than goblins. When you encounter this kind of race, never trust them, don't associate with them, and don't do business with them.

If they encounter a demon race, they will see how strong they are. If they are outnumbered, the dwarves will ignore them. If they are outnumbered and disrespectful to the dwarves, they will be killed. If they are outnumbered and insult them, they will fight them even if it means risking the dwarves' lives, so that the demons know that dwarves are not easy to mess with, and even harder to bewitch!

However, this was the first time that the dwarves had seen a race that truly fit the legendary devil. They seemed to outnumber them, had strange iron lumps, and held strange things (horns) to their mouths, shouting at them in what sounded like the language of the minotaurs.

They would occasionally trade with the Tauren, selling them iron tools for farming, but their trades were based on barter, which was very simple, and they didn't even need to communicate with words, just gestures, so not many dwarves could speak the Tauren language, and these dwarves couldn't understand what the players were saying.

However, the fact that the demons were taller than them, standing on such a high ground and shouting so loudly was enough to make the dwarves feel offended and angry. At that moment, the leading dwarf raised his knife and rushed up, cursing. Halfway through, he seemed to realize that it was difficult for him to climb without a rope and he might be knocked down easily. So the dwarf retreated and cursed at the players. If the players could understand, they would know that the dwarf was cursing and threatening.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t know. The dwarves’ curse language is too rich and unrefined, and it pollutes your ears just by hearing it.

The players only saw the dwarves jumping up and down with knives raised, then beating their chests at the players, turning around and running away, looking back as they ran, and then stopping to beat their chests again.

Like, a bit like a gorilla?

After a while, the players learned from the drone what the dwarves were going to do. It turned out that they were going back to get reinforcements. After a while, the dwarves who were mining and forging iron all had red faces, looking like they were drunk and crazy. They picked up all kinds of crude iron tools and ropes, and rushed towards the players.

There are only about eighty dwarves. Although they look very strong with well-developed muscles and are holding iron weapons, to be honest, they are really no match for the players, especially those from elite troops. Even without weapons, they can be defeated directly with bare hands.

The ones who actually fought against the dwarves were temporary players, that is, a team of soldiers who were suddenly pulled in. Because the country had no prior preparation, they could only temporarily tell them that this was a holographic test and asked them to follow orders as much as possible to deal with the enemy. So after entering the game, they had no time to be shocked by the authenticity of this game. But when the leader asked them to fight against the dwarves, they thought that the test had begun and they had to train their bare-handed fighting ability, so they didn't hesitate and went straight into the battle.

This group of dwarves have big arms. Their strength is concentrated in their hands. They can lift objects that are three or four times heavier than their body strength. The most powerful can lift a thousand pounds. However, there are no such powerful dwarves in this group. The weapons they use are at most a hundred pounds. They have an advantage over other races in the Forest of Fugud. In addition, their bodies are not bulky. Although they are not as flexible as the dark-skinned goblins, they are also at the normal level.

But who could have told them that they were facing an army that had been through hundreds of battles, had undergone all kinds of modern training, and had been tempered by the end of the world? These dwarves didn't get much good out of it. Either their weapons were taken away, or they were punched or kicked in the head. The battle was over soon.

There were no casualties on the players' side, they just suffered some injuries, some minor and some serious.

This injury was not taken seriously by casual players. What shocked them was the realism of this holographic game. When did the country create such a realistic game...

**
It was a little easier to deal with the dwarves here, but on the other side, the battle with the goblins was not over so quickly, because these green-skinned goblins were not only good at digging holes and burrowing into the ground, but they also had a lot of bombs and explosive packs on hand, which they threw out of a hole from time to time, knocking several players offline and almost destroying their detection robots.

God knows why the green-skinned goblins are so good at digging holes. Hitting them feels like playing whack-a-mole, the kind of game where you're finished if you accidentally hit a bomb mole. To do this, it took a lot of effort and time, using methods similar to catching rabbits (fire, fumigation, confusion, smoke) before I finally caught these slippery green-skinned goblins.

It can be said that the green-skinned goblins made an indispensable contribution to the fact that the battle to defend the manor lasted so long.

However, it seems that the Tauren from the good camp have returned, but how to deal with these lethal goblins and dwarves after being captured is another problem.

(End of this chapter)