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Chapter 62 Barbarossa's Hobby

Barbarossa was a camping enthusiast.

There may not be much difference between camping and glamping, but the distinction between them is really worlds apart.

Barbarossa didn't like driving around in advanced RVs, nor did he like going to campsites specially planned by the local government. In his opinion, camping in such places was not fun at all and he would be disturbed at any time.

Of course, Barbarossa was no fool. He also knew that his hobby was very dangerous. If he rashly left the safe zone and went camping in an uninhabited area, even in the technologically advanced 25th century, news of missing people would often break out.

So, Barbarossa never joked about his life.

However, it is different in this game. It is real enough. Barbarossa finds that he can move freely in the wild. He can camp however he likes and play wilderness survival if he wants. No one will care about him.

It’s not scary if you die accidentally, after all, it’s a game and you can be resurrected.

So, while other players are busy with production, hiring blacksmith followers, forging armor by hand, developing war groups, smelting steel and training soldiers, they are all busy.

Barbarossa disappeared quietly. He was alone with a tent and a survival bag he had prepared, and he walked towards the mountains.

There is a mountain road leading to the outside world in the small town of Biqi. The road is not wide. The narrowest part of the winding mountain road is in a ravine, which can only accommodate one person. There are steep valleys and cliffs on both sides.

Barbarossa was attracted by this special terrain. On a sunny morning, he climbed up with his belongings on his back and climbed for a whole day.

Before it was completely dark, Barbarossa successfully found a concave Feng Shui treasure land on the steep cliff.

This was a mountain cave that was three meters wide and more than five meters long, large enough for one to squat into. After Barbarossa crawled in, he knew it was a good place.

It is sheltered from the wind and dry, making it ideal for camping.

No animals would come here to disturb him. By nailing the tent here, Barbarossa could hide here forever and starve to death.

If you are moved, then take action.

Barbarossa soon set up his own nest here and began his camping adventure life.

But the next day, when Barbarossa was about to chop some dry wood with a knife nearby and get some juice to drink from the green plants rooted in the rocks, he realized that he had underestimated life.

On this cliff with a slope of 60 to 70 degrees, Barbarossa saw wild goats coming up in groups as if they were walking on flat ground. He also found some furry creatures that looked a bit like rabbits, moving freely among the rocks.

Before coming up, Barbarossa thought that the only food he could find was birds and fruits and roots of plants.

In addition to the herbivorous wild goats and rock rabbits, there is another furry little cutie... the leopard.

This is a carnivore about the size of a golden retriever, with dull and fluffy fur, blunt claws, and short teeth.

If you ask why Barbarossa knew this so clearly, it was because on the third night, this creature came to attack him, but was killed by the creature, who grabbed his neck and pinned him to the ground.

After dawn, Barbarossa had a pet dog named Ah Huang, although this "dog" was not very obedient and often bared its teeth at him.

However, after Barbarossa beat it several times and gave it a meal of meat after each beating, after three or four days, Ah Huang surrendered and recognized Barbarossa's position as leader. Ah Huang not only stopped trying to escape, but also took the initiative to bring back dead rock rabbits to please him.

The man and the "dog" lived a stable and happy life on this cliff. Barbarossa stayed here for half a month.

When he was hungry, he would use the bow and arrow he carried to shoot birds, rabbits and goats. When he was thirsty, he would drink the collected dew and the spring water dripping from the mountain crevices. When he was tired, he would return to his nest and take a nap with his "dog".

Lack of salt is even simpler, there is salt on this cliff... The reason why those wild goats climb up in groups is not only to avoid natural enemies, but also to lick the salt on the surface of the rock.

Barbarossa only needed to remember the rocks that the wild goats licked collectively, climb over and scrape the surface with the stone, scrape off the white part, take it back and boil it with water, and he would get salt water, which he could drink to replenish the salt in his body.

With food and drinks available, and the furry Ah Huang to keep him company, Barbarossa felt quite happy for a while. Except for logging off, he basically cut off all communication with other players.

Until one afternoon, when Barbarossa was about to leave his cliff nest and return with Ah Huang to catch a wild goat, he suddenly heard a faint noisy sound coming from below.

Barbarossa, with his big beard and ragged clothes, looked no different from a savage. He looked down curiously and saw a thin "line" slowly wriggling in the valley below.

Barbarossa knew that it was a team of people. The reason why it looked inconspicuous was that he was too high from the ground, more than 100 meters, about the height of a 35-story building.

Something is wrong. This is definitely not a player's team. Before Barbarossa went online today, he browsed the forum and no one said that they were going to lead a team out.

What's more, the direction of the team below is not right. They are not going out, but heading towards Biqi Town.

Barbarossa quickly took out his monocular and looked down.

Although they were out camping, Barbarossa brought everything he needed. Without this brass monocular, it would not have been easy for him to find prey on the cliff.

With the help of the telescope, Barbarossa could easily see the general situation of the people moving below.

This was a team of about a hundred people, leading twenty mountain horses. They were wearing civilian linen clothes, but they carried weapons.

They carried muskets, scimitars, axes, bows and arrows on their backs. After observing them from above their heads for more than ten minutes, Barbarossa easily discovered that they were not a group of good people. The signs of military training were very obvious.

During the march, not only were there warning scouts scattered a few hundred meters ahead of the team, but on both sides and in the center of the team, there were also people carrying muskets, bows and arrows, and wearing armor, who were always looking around vigilantly.

Barbarossa had never attended military school, but he had seen hardcore military movies. Therefore, after observing for a while, he concluded that this team was not civilians, nor were they bandits or mountain bandits.

Traveling merchant caravans and the like are even more nonsense.

There is no caravan traveling like this.

No, I have to log off and warn other players.

Besides, the sun is about to set, and the group of people below can't run far. They will definitely find a suitable place to camp in the valley. Maybe I can try to capture one of them alive.

　PS: The Chinese New Year is approaching, and these past few days, friends and classmates have been asking me out for parties, leaving me with no time to write during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)