This Game is Too Real

Text Chapter 110 Sir, I want to borrow some seeds from you

[Task: Devil Moth Hunting (Can be completed repeatedly)]

[Introduction: Devil moths build nests in the greenhouse ruins, where there are things like fusion batteries or emergency reactors, which are exactly what we need. 】

[Requirement: Bring back 1 corpse of devil moth]

[Reward: 1 silver coin]

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[Task: Cocoon of the Devil Moth (Can be repeated)]

[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 1 cocoon of a devil moth]

[Reward: 5 silver coins]

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[Task: Raise the first floor of the greenhouse ruins]

[Introduction: We need to open up the road to the underground of the greenhouse site and safely obtain the "treasure" there. 】

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

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evening.

Brother Mole led a group of players on the bar with the Devil Moth, singing triumphant triumph, pulling five carts full of trophies, and returning from the direction of the greenhouse ruins.

"Cool sparrow ~ sleeping on the antenna mast~~~"

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

"Gan, what are you singing about?"

"Yes, what are you singing? A brother has just died, and we have to send one away later, can you be more serious!"

"I wash kelp, wash kelp~~~"

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

"Come on, I'm good at this."

"Don't yeah, I have contributed to 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, and if two times are not enough, then come the third and fourth time.

Two consecutive days.

Eighteen players formed a "531 lineup" according to Brother Mole's strategy, and 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 is interesting is that these devil moths do not seem to have completely inherited the habits of moths, or that they have evolved a special habit similar to hive consciousness.

When the number of populations 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 hatched adults, and under the cover of shadows, the insects who entered the nest The target launched a sneak attack.

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

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

But the problem is not big.

The remaining devil moths on the first layer are no longer enough to pose a deadly threat.

The power player was still 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, picked up the corpse of the devil moth near the exit of the passage, and took the rich trophies home.

Although they paid the price of one death and one severely disabled, the loss they paid was not worth mentioning compared to the gains they had made this trip.

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

Coupled with the few spiritual leaves harvested from the planting unit, the total income of the mission reached 841 silver coins!

41 silver per capita!

Of course, it is certainly impossible to divide the money evenly. 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.

A group of people passed the east gate.

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

Of course they know what it is.

Especially in the summer, the season when the spiritual leaf grows most luxuriantly, this thing is simply the **** of death on the wasteland, and there is not even a complete body in the swept place.

However, why did this bug appear in Qingquan City?

And where does 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're coming from the east... In the east city, there is a den of devil moths."

"We have to stay away."

Several people from the tribe with horn potatoes on their shoulders whispered, Wu Tie-axe, as the leader of the tribe, was thinking of other things in his mind.

Coming all the way from the northern part of the valley province, they experienced countless fierce battles in order to survive.

In one of the most dangerous battles, his father and uncle died in a fight in order to escape from the guns of the slave trader’s slave hunting team.

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

Now that the strong are 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 far exceeds that of men with fertility, and many of them are still connected by blood.

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

"grown ups."

Chu Guang glanced at him.

"what's up."

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

"I want to borrow some seeds from you."

Borrow seeds?

Surprisingly, you nomads still farm?

Chu Guang thought it was funny, and said with a smile.

"It's a pity that we don't have seeds either. I'm afraid I can't help with this task. Moreover, the snow is so heavy outside that the soil has been frozen early. Even if we get the seeds, I'm afraid I can't 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 Tiefu didn't dare to be sloppy, and quickly explained.

"That's it, for human breeding."

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 **** is it to breed people? !

Noting the change in expression on Chu Guang's face, Wu Tie-axe was stunned. He didn't want to understand why this adult reacted so strongly.

But he continued to lower his posture and pleaded sincerely.

"Our tribe has gone through a great war a few days ago. The population is thin and needs fresh blood. We dare not ask for your blood. We only hope that you can nod and allow the unmarried young women of our tribe to come to your camp. Borrow for a few days."

"We will not let you help us in vain. As a reward, we are willing to give a camel skin and a dagger to the father of every newborn."

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

Think about it 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 descendants through slaves. Small tribes whose population is not thriving can only rely on the strong and get fresh blood from the suzerain power.

"I understand your difficulties, but I can't help you with this favor," Chu Guang said with a serious face, "We are a serious game... Well, I mean, our customs are different from yours. I can consider other tasks. Consider, but this really won't help."

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

Chu Guang had read the instructions for the incubation chamber before, and remembered very clearly that the genetic factors of these clones seemed difficult to win the prize?

Originally, they were not designed for the normal way of 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 down stably to the next generation at all, and even due to chromosomal abnormalities, even the functions are castrated directly.

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

Without even thinking about it, Chu Guang decisively refused for the players.

youxi?

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

However, looking at the expression on his face, he seemed dissatisfied with his proposal.

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

Even if it is out of fear of illness, this leader cannot allow the young and strong labor force of 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 his sincere apologies, the surrounding players watched them curiously and turned around and walked away.

The players whispered.

"What are they talking about?"

"do not know."

"Farming! I heard Mr. Manager mention ‘farming’! I know the word!"

"You **** know how to farm."

...

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 bonfire, playing flutes made of animal bones, singing babbling ballads, eating muddy broth and dark scones, celebrating the end of this journey , Pray for the newborn.

Although the players were curious, they didn't get close to the past, they just stood on the fence and watched from afar.

"What are they playing."

"I haven’t heard of it. I guess it’s the alpha0.5 version of bgm. Didn’t I say that the new version is expected to focus on the development of human-computer interaction systems. But I didn’t expect this production team to have a bit of criticism, even the refugees on the wasteland. Has its own culture."

"The bone-made flute they used is quite interesting. See if you can buy one tomorrow."

"What if it's made of human bones? Are you going to blow it?"

"Fuck, do you want to be 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, I was filial to you."

It's not just players who are curious.

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

Unexpectedly, 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 after a while, to make them a banner or totem or something.

"This song is strangely beautiful."

"Do you want to record it? Master."

"Can you record this far?"

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

"Do you still have this ability?!"

"A range of a few hundred meters is certainly okay, and it can also reduce audio noise."

"...Then record it."

It’s not bad to record the original soundtrack and put it in the database of the official website.

After 12 o'clock in the evening.

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

In this nearly half a month, he actually saved 222 points.

"Two high-level blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two junior ones... just smoke it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ it just so happens that lollipops are almost eaten.

There is no point in hoarding the counting. There are daily tasks to do every day. Now the number of players is up, and if you are lucky, you can save a dozen or twenty points a day, and even if you are unlucky, there are seven or eight.

Chu Guang stretched out his hand and clicked a few times on the extracted button.

The light blue light flickered.

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.

There are two primary blind boxes, one bag of 500g white sugar and one bag of 500g salt, and one box of antibiotics and a therapeutic needle are opened out of the intermediate blind box.

Generally speaking, it is not bad, even if he is lucky, even Chu Guang himself feels a little surprised. Although there were no added needles, the sugar, salt and medicines prescribed were all good things.

As for the advanced blind box...

To be honest, it's a bit exaggerated.

"A mechanical composite bow with sights seems to have a motor on it, and it can also be equipped with a battery. It looks like it can be charged for shooting? But there is no special arrow?"

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 did not find the pull ring after searching for a long time.

He tossed it gently in his hand, weighed the weight, Chu Guang really couldn't figure out how this thing was played, so he glanced around, trying to find a target to try, to see if it hurts or not.

As if he couldn't stand it anymore, Xiao Qi, who quietly squatted aside, reminded him weakly.

"Owner……"

"That thing is not for you."

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