This Game Is Too Realistic

2021-09-12

  Chapter 111, adults, I want to borrow something from you    [Task: Devil moth hunting (repeatable) Complete)]

[Introduction: Devil moths are nesting in the greenhouse ruins, where there are suspected fusion batteries or emergency reactors, which is exactly what we need. ]

[Requirement: Bring back 1 dead devil moth]

[Reward: 1Silver Coin ]

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【Task : The cocoon of the devil moth (repeatable)]

[Introduction: The cocoon of the devil moth is a good thing. We can use their silk cloth to make clothes or armor. And I heard that the pupa in it seems to be edible? ]

[Requirement: Bring back a cocoon of a devil moth]

[Reward: 5Silver Coin ]

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【 Task: Raiding the First Layer of the greenhouse ruins]

[Introduction: We need to open up the road to the underground of the greenhouse ruins to safely obtain the "treasures" there. 】

[Requirement: Close the gate on the first floor of the greenhouse and cut off the connection with other floors...]

……

In the evening.

The Mole Old Brother led a group of players who had been on the bar with the devil moth, singing triumphant triumph, pulling five carts full of spoils of war, and returning from the direction of the greenhouse ruins.

"The cool and crooked sparrow ~ sleeping on the antenna mast~~~"

"Lard bones, use the brine, I forgot to wash the eggs~~~"

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"Gan, what do you sing?"

"Yes, what do you sing? A brother has just died, and we have to give away one later. Can you be serious!"

"I wash kelp, wash kelp~~~"

"Fuck, who will sew this mole's mouth?"

"Let me come, I'm good at this."

"Don't do it, I've done something for the planning! I bleed for the base! You can't do this to me~ ~~"

Facts have proved that the devil moth is not endless. If one time is not enough, then come twice. If two times are not enough, then come the third and fourth time.

Two consecutive days.

Eighteen players formed a "531 lineup" in accordance with the strategy of Mole Brothers. They split into two teams to attack in turn, killing a large number of Devil Moths in the narrow passage.

One part was burnt, and the other part was stabbed to death with cold weapons.

What's interesting is that these devil moths don't seem to have completely inherited the habits of moths, or they have evolved a special habit similar to hive consciousness.

When the number of ethnic groups in the space dropped to a certain level, these Insects suddenly gave up suicidal attacks, and instead retreated to the nest to protect the cocoons of the larvae and hatching adults, and stay in the shadows. Under cover, launch a sneak attack on the target entering the lair.

This has a certain impact on the players' fixed routine style of play.

According to Mole Old Brother's understanding, 80% of the dog planners discovered that they were using "BUG" to spawn monsters and adjusted server parameters.

But the problem is not big.

The remaining devil moths in the First Layer are not enough to pose a deadly threat.

It was still the power player in the front row, and the agility was behind the output. A group of people quickly harvested the devil moth cocoon near the exit of the passage, and picked up the devil moth corpse near the exit of the passage, and brought it rich The spoils of war went home.

Although they paid the price of one person's death and one person's disability, compared to their gains this trip, the loss they paid is not worth mentioning.

The corpses of more than a hundred devil moths piled up into a hill, and there were more than a hundred cocoons the size of footballs. If it weren't for another group of devil moths, they could take away a little more.

Coupled with a small amount of spiritual leaves harvested from the planting unit, the total mission income has reached 841 Silver Coin!

41 silver per capita!    Of course, when the money is divided, it is definitely impossible to be averaged. Life and equipment loss are both costs, but after calculation, at least everyone can get more than 33 silver.

This is much cooler than burning bricks.

The entire group goes to the east gate.

After exchanging supplies from the outpost, Wu Tie-axe and a few indigenous people who had just walked out just saw the corpses of the devil moth and the pupae of the moth piled on the wooden cart, and their faces were exposed. look of shock.

Of course they know what it is.

Especially in summer, the season when the spiritual leaves grow the most prosperous, this thing is simply the Death God on the wasteland, and even a complete body cannot be found in the sweeping place.

However, why does this insect appear in Qingquan City?

And where did the spirit Ye Tian come from?   This spooky weather is already several degrees below zero, don't the moths here need to hibernate?    "They can even defeat the Devil Moth..."

"Unbelievable, how did they do it."

"They came from the east...the eastern city, there is The nest of the devil moth."

"We have to stay away."

A few clansman with horn potatoes on their shoulders whispered, Wu Tie-axe, the leader of the clan, said in his heart But thinking of other things.

Coming all the way from the north of the river valley province, in order to survive, they have experienced countless fierce battles.

In the most dangerous battle, his father and uncle died in a fight in order to escape from the guns of the slave trafficker's slave hunting team.

There were more than fifty young and middle-aged males in the original clan, but now only his early twenties are left, and the rest are old and weak women and children who have not even been weaned.

Now that powerhouse is willing to shelter them, it is the time to hurry up and cultivate health.

However, the problem now is that due to previous heavy losses, the number of women in the tribe who can still have children has far exceeded the number of men with fertility, and many of them are bloodline connected.

Intra-tribal marriage in small tribes is a very troublesome problem. For the health and strength of the newborn, his tribe needs fresh blood.

And these powerful warriors seem to be the best choice.

Recalling the long conversation between the elders of the clan and himself last night, Wu Tie-axe didn't say a word on the way back.

After instructing clansman to store the food in exchange, he returned to the outpost alone and found the ruler here at the entrance of the nursing home.

"My lord."

Chu Guang glanced at him.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Tie-axe lowered his head and said in a urn.

"I want to borrow some seeds from you."

To borrow seeds?   Curiously, you nomads still farm?   Chu Guang finds it interesting, said with a smile.

"It's a pity that we don't have seeds either. I am afraid I can't help with this task. Moreover, the snow is so heavy outside, and the soil has been frozen early. Even if the seeds are obtained, I am afraid that they will not be able to plant them."

Wu Tie-axe scratched the back of his head.

"No, you may have misunderstood what I meant. I want to borrow from you...not that seed, but that seed."

"Which one?" Chu Guang frowned, looked at him and said, "What are you trying to say, don't go around with me."

Wu Tie-axe didn't dare to be sloppy and explained quickly.

"Yes, it's for human breeding."

Upon hearing these words, Chu Guang almost didn't choke on his own saliva.

What the hell.

Did I hear it wrong or understand it wrong.

What the hell is it to breed people? !    Notice the change in the expression on Chu Guang's face, Wu Tie-axe was stunned. He didn't want to understand why the adult reacted so strongly.

But he continued to lower his posture and pleaded sincerely.

"Our tribe has gone through a great battle a few days ago. The population is thin and needs fresh blood. We dare not ask for your bloodline. We only hope that you can be nodded and allow unmarried members of our tribe. Young lady, come to your camp for a few days."

"We will not let you do this for us in vain. As a reward, we are willing to dedicate a camel to the father of every newborn. Pi and a dagger."

Speaking of this, Chu Guang finally understood what this guy meant.

I want to come too, where does Burakumin come from the concept of ethics.

A large tribe with a prosperous population, in addition to the union within the tribe, can also plunder foreign tribes to obtain slaves and reproduce their offspring through slaves. Small tribes whose population is not thriving can only rely on the powerhouse and obtain fresh blood from the Sect Master forces.

"I understand your difficulties, but I can't help you with this favor," Chu Guang said with a serious face, "We are serious games... Well, I mean, our customs and you It's different. I can consider other things, but this one can't help."

Besides, even if you want to help, you can't help.

Chu Guang has read the instructions of the incubation chamber before and remembers very clearly that the genetic factors of these clones seem to be difficult to win?    Originally, they were not designed for normal reproduction, but just the "containers" of the players' consciousness, the "products" made by the cultivation cabin.

Especially with heterogeneous sequences, genetic factors cannot be passed on to the next generation stably, and even due to chromosomal abnormalities, they simply castrated off their functions.

Besides, "Wasteland OL" is a fun-oriented game that focuses on leisure.

Chu Guang didn't even think about it, but he decisively refused for the players.

Youxi?

Wu Tie-axe was confused and didn't understand what this adult meant.

But looking at the expression on his face, it seems that he is not satisfied with his proposal.

Think about it, after all, these wanderers are from the wilderness.

Even out of fear of illness, this leader is also impossible to allow the strong young labor force in his own race to waste their vigorous energy on foreign women.

"I was abrupt."

Wu Tiefu bowed his head with regret and shame, and after expressing sincere apology, the surrounding players watched with curious eyes and turned to leave. Up.

The players whispered.

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know."

"Planting! I heard the manager mentioned'farming'! That Words I know!"

"You know how to farm."

……

It's late at night.

The indigenous people who built the camp lit a bonfire in the center of the camp.

The flame swayed in the snow.

The refugees were sitting around the campfire, playing flutes made of animal bones, singing yiyiyaya inaudible folk songs, eating muddy broth and dark scones, celebrating At the end of this journey, pray for the newborn.

Although the players are curious, they are not approached. They just stand on the fence and watch from afar.

"What song are they playing."

"I haven't heard it, maybe it's the Alpha0.5 version of BGM. Didn't I say that, the new version is expected to focus on development Human-computer interaction system. But the production team didn’t expect a bit of criticism, and even the refugees on the wasteland have their own culture."

"The flute they used to make is quite interesting. , See if you can buy one tomorrow."

"What if it is made of human bones? Do you want to blow it?"

"Fuck, do you want to think about it?"

So curious?"

"It’s just a reasonable analysis. I heard that some African tribes will turn their bones into musical instruments after their parents pass away."

"Thank you. Filial piety."

It's not just the players who are curious.

Standing on the third floor of the nursing home, Chu Guang looked out, with an expression of interest on his face.

didn't expect these refugees actually have their own unique tribal culture.

These settings can be updated on the official website to pass the time for those cloud players and relieve their greed.

I just don’t know what to call these people.

Chu Guang thought for a while, and decided to give them a name later, as a banner or Totem.

"This song is weird."

"Want to record it? Master."

"Can you record this far?"

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"There is a technology called laser monitoring. Even if it is far away, as long as a beam of light passes through, the audio can be recorded through the frequency of the object's vibration."

" Do you still have this ability?!"

"Of course the range of several hundred meters is okay, and it can also reduce the noise of the audio."

"...Then record it. "

It's not bad to record the original soundtrack and put it in the database of the official website. It's a survey of the customs on the wasteland.

After 12 o'clock in the evening.

Chu Guang returned to the refuge with Xiao Qi, then turned on the system and checked his manager allowance.

This is almost half a month, and he actually saved 222 points.

"Two high level blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two primary level blind boxes... just smoke them."

It happens that lollipops are also eaten about there.

There is no point in hoarding points. Everyday all has daily tasks to do. Now the number of players is up, good luck can save more than ten or twenty points a day, and even seven or eight in bad luck.

Chu Guang extend the hand and clicked a few times on the extracted button.

The rays of light in light blue flicker.

The wall on the side of the residents' hall trembles slightly, and as the alloy door opens, the reward from the blind box is sent out along the conveyor belt.

Two primary level blind boxes, one bag of 500g white sugar and one bag of 500g salt are opened, and a box of antibiotics and a treatment needle are opened out of the intermediate blind box.

Generally speaking, it is not bad, even Chu Guang himself feels a little surprised by the good luck. Although there is no injection of attributes, the sugar, salt and medicines prescribed are all good things.

As for the high level blind box...

To be honest, it is a bit exaggerated.

"A mechanical composite bow with sights, it seems to have a motor on it, and it can also be equipped with batteries. It seems that it can be charged up for shooting? But there is no dedicated arrow?"

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He can't shoot arrows, this thing can only be used by players.

"And what is this... a grenade?"

Chu Guang picked up a silver white ball from the conveyor belt, but after looking for it for a long time, he couldn't find it. ring.

After holding it in his hand and gently tossing, and weighing the weight, Chu Guang really couldn’t figure out how to play this thing, so he glanced at the left and right, looking for a target to try. Does it hurt to hit someone?

As if unable to stand it anymore, Xiao Qi, who quietly squatted aside, reminded him weakly.

"Master..."

"That thing is not for you."

(End of this chapter)