This Game is Too Real Chapter 111

   Chapter 111 Sir, I want to borrow some from you

  【Mission: Devil Moth Hunting (repeatable)】

  [Introduction: Devil moths nest in greenhouse ruins, where there are suspected to have fusion batteries or emergency reactors, that's exactly what we need. 】

  【Requirement: Bring back 1 devil moth corpse】

  【Reward: 1 Silver】

  【Mission: Cocoon of Devil Moth (repeatable)】

  【Introduction: The cocoon of the devil moth is a good thing. We can use their silk to weave cloth and make clothes or armor. And I heard that the pupa inside seems to be edible? 】

  【Requirement: Bring back a cocoon of a devil moth】

  【Reward: 5 Silver】

  【Mission: Raid 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...】

evening.

   Brother Mole led a group of players who were on the bar of the Devil Moth's nest, singing the song of victory, pulling five carts full of trophies, and returned from the direction of the greenhouse ruins.

   "Shuangwei sparrow ~ sleeping on the antenna pole~~~"

   "Lard bone, bring it to marinate, I forgot to wash the egg~~~"

   "Hey, what are you singing about?"

   "That is, what are you singing? We just died of a brother, and we have to send one away later, can you be more serious!"

   "I wash kelp, wash kelp~~~"

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

   "Come on, I'm good at this."

   "Don't, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I made a contribution to the planning! I shed blood for the base! You can't treat me like this~~~"

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

   for two consecutive days.

  Eighteen players formed a "531 lineup" according to Brother Mole's strategy. They were divided into two teams to attack in turn. In the narrow passage, a large number of devil moths were killed.

   Part of it was burned, and part of it was stabbed to death with cold weapons.

   Interestingly, these devil moths do not seem to have fully inherited the habits of moths, or they have evolved a special habit similar to hive consciousness.

When the number of groups in the space dropped to a certain level, these insects suddenly gave up suicidal attack, but retreated to the nest to protect the cocoons of the larvae and hatching adults, and under the cover of shadows, the insects that entered the nest were protected. The target launches a sneak attack.

   This has a certain impact on the players' fixed routines.

  According to Brother Mole's understanding, 80% of the time it was the dog planning who found out that they were using “BUG” to spawn monsters and adjusted the server parameters.

   But it's not a big problem.

   The remaining devil moths in the first layer are not enough to pose a deadly threat.

   is still the power player in the front row, and the agility is the output in the back. A group of people quickly harvested the devil moth cocoons near the exit of the passage, and picked up the corpse of the devil moth near the exit of the passage, and went home with rich loot.

  Although one person died and one person was severely disabled, the loss they paid was nothing compared to the gains of their trip.

  The bodies of more than 100 devil moths were piled up into hills, and there were more than 100 cocoons the size of footballs. If not for another batch of devil moths, they would have been able to take away a little more.

   Coupled with a small amount of spiritual leaves harvested from the planting unit, the total income of the task reached 841 credits!

  41 silver per capita!

   Of course, it is definitely impossible to divide the money equally. Human life and equipment loss are both costs, but after all, at least everyone can get more than 33 silver.

   This is much more fun than burning bricks.

   The group passed through the East Gate.

  After changing the supplies from the outpost, Wu Tie Axe and a few natives who just came out happened to see the corpses of devil moths and a bunch of moth pupae piled up on the wooden cart, and their faces showed shock.

   Of course they knew what it was.

  Especially in summer, the season when the spiritual leaves grow most luxuriantly, this thing is simply the **** of death on the wasteland, and even a complete corpse cannot be found in the sweeping place.

  However, why did this bug appear in Qingquan City?

   And where did the spirit come from, Yeda?

   This ghost weather is already several degrees below zero. Don't the moths here need hibernation?

   "They can defeat even the devil moth..."

   "Unbelievable, how they did it."

   "They're coming from the east...East town, where there are devil moths' dens."

   "We have to stay away."

   A few clansmen with croissants on their shoulders whispered, but Wu Tie Axe, the leader of the clan, was thinking of other things.

  Walking all the way from the north of the river valley province, in order to survive, they have experienced countless dangerous fights.

   One of the most dangerous battles, in order to escape from the guns of the slaver's slave team, his father and uncle died in the struggle.

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

   Now that there are strong people who are willing to protect them, it is time to hurry up and cultivate life.

   The problem now, however, is that, due to the previous series of heavy losses, the number of fertile women in the clan far exceeds the number of fertile men, and many of them are still connected by blood.

  Intrtribal marriage of 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 him last night, Wu Tie Axe didn't say a word on the way back.

After    instructed the tribe to store the food in exchange, he returned to the outpost alone and found the ruler here at the gate of the sanatorium.

"grown ups."

  Chu Guang glanced at him.

"what's up."

   Wu Tie Axe lowered his head and said in a urn voice.

   "I want to borrow some seeds from you."

   Borrowing seeds?

   Strange, you nomads still farm?

  Chu Guang thought it was interesting and said with a smile.

   "Unfortunately, we don't have any seeds. I'm afraid I can't help with this. Besides, the snow is so heavy outside, and the soil is already frozen.

   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 in circles with me."

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

   "That's it, for breeding."

   Hearing this sentence, Chu Guang almost choked on his own saliva.

  What the hell.

  Is it my own misunderstanding or misunderstanding.

  What the **** is it to breed people? !

   Noticing the change in the expression on Chu Guang's face, Wu Tie Axe was stunned for a moment, wondering why the adult had such a big reaction.

   But he continued to lower his stance and pleaded sincerely.

"Our tribe experienced a war a few days ago, the population is thin, and we need fresh blood. We dare not ask for your bloodline, but only hope that you will nod your head and allow unmarried young women in our tribe to come to your camp. Stay for a few days."

   "We won't let you do us this favor in vain. In return, we are willing to donate a camel skin and a dagger to the father of each newborn."

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

  Think about it too, where did the tribesmen come from the concept of morality.

  The large and prosperous tribes, in addition to the union within the tribe, can also rob foreigners to obtain slaves, and reproduce their offspring through slaves. Small clans that are not prosperous in population can only rely on the strong and get fresh blood from the suzerain 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... Cough, I mean, our customs are different from yours. I can consider other favors. Think about it, but that really won't help."

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

  Chu Guang had read the instruction manual of the culture cabin before, and remembered very clearly that the genetic factors of these clones seem to be difficult to win the lottery?

   Originally, they were not designed for normal reproduction, but were just the "container" of the players' consciousness, the "product" made by the culture cabin.

  Especially for heterologous sequences, genetic factors cannot stably inherit the next generation at all, and even due to chromosomal abnormalities, the function is directly castrated.

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

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

  Youxi?

   Wu Tie Axe was confused and didn't understand what the lord meant.

   But looking at the expression on his face, he doesn't seem satisfied with his proposal.

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

   Even out of fear of disease, this leader could not allow the young labor force of his own clan to waste his vigorous energy on foreign women.

   "It was me who was abrupt."

  Wu Tie Axe bowed his head with regret and shame on his face. After expressing his sincere apology, he turned around and retire under the curious eyes of the surrounding players.

   Players whispered.

   "What are they talking about?"

"do not know."

   "Farming! I heard Mr. Manager mention 'farming'! I know that word!"

   "You know how to farm."

   It was late at night.

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

  Flame swayed in the snow.

The refugees sat around the campfire, played flutes made of animal bones, sang babble ballads, and ate muddy broth and dark scones, celebrating the end of the journey. , pray for the newborn.

   Although the players were curious, they did not approach the past, but just stood on the wall and watched from afar.

   "What tune are they playing."

"I haven't heard of it. It's probably the BGM of the Alpha0.5 version. Didn't I say that the new version will focus on the development of human-computer interaction systems. But I didn't expect the production team to be a bit of a bully, even the refugees in the wasteland. have their own culture."

   "The flute they used is quite interesting. I'll see if I 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?"

   "Just a reasonable analysis, I heard that some African tribes will use their bones to make musical instruments after the death of their parents."

   "Thank you, I have been filial piety."

   It's not just the players who are curious.

   Chu Guang, who was standing on the third floor of the sanatorium and looked out, also had an expression of interest on his face.

   I didn't expect these refugees to 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 cravings.

   Just don't know what to call these people.

  Chu Guang thought for a while and decided to give them a name, a flag or a totem or something.

   "This song is weird."

   "Would you like 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, the audio can be recorded by the frequency of the vibration of the object."

   "You still have this ability?!"

   "Of course a range of a few hundred meters is fine, and it can also reduce audio noise."

   "...Then let's record it."

   It is not bad to enter the original soundtrack into the database of the official website. It is an investigation of the customs of the wasteland.

   After 12 midnight.

  Chu Guang carried Xiaoqi back to the shelter, then turned on the system and checked his administrator allowance.

   In the past half a month, he actually saved 222 points.

   "Two high-level blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two beginners... just pump it."

   It happened that the lollipops were almost eaten.

There is no point in hoarding    points. There are daily tasks to do every day. Now the number of players has increased. If you are lucky, you can save more than ten or twenty points a day, and if you are unlucky, there are seven or eight.

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

   Light blue light flickers.

The wall on one side of the    resident hall trembled slightly, and as the alloy door opened, the reward from the blind box was delivered along the conveyor belt.

  Two primary blind boxes, a bag of 500g white sugar and a bag of 500g salt are opened, and a box of antibiotics and a therapeutic needle are opened from the intermediate blind box.

   In general, it's not bad, and even Chu Guang himself felt a little surprised when he was lucky. Although there are no needles with added properties, the sugar, salt and medicines that are prescribed are all good things.

   As for the Advanced Blind Box…

   To be honest, it's a bit of a brag.

   "A mechanical compound bow with sights. It seems to have a motor on it, and it can also be equipped with a battery. It seems that it can be charged and shot? 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 after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the ring.

   He threw it lightly in his hand, and weighed the weight. Chu Guang really couldn't figure out how to play this thing. Yu glanced left and right, trying to find a target to try.

   It seemed that he couldn't stand it any longer, and Xiao Qi, who was quietly squatting aside, reminded weakly.

"Owner……"

   "That thing, you didn't use it that way."

   (end of this chapter)

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