Chapter 1191 Another Battle Against the Esophagus, the Power of Hot Pot!

The wasteland is full of dangers and the pressure of survival is huge.

Not to mention the alien races, the relationship between humans is also in constant conflict under natural disasters.

And from a long time ago, Su Mo knew that the territory wanted to grow and absorb more human survivors.

Either decisively cut off all ties with the alien races, and don't have any extra adhesion to give other survivors room to discuss and play.

Or make sure that the subdued alien races can be like the group of small fish people, completely and willing to submit to humans, without any complaints.

Otherwise, unclear adhesion will only lead to disasters.

Now with several rounds of development.

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with this decision.

The contradiction between humans and alien races has become increasingly serious, especially after the stimulation of the Wanjing dispute, the two sides can no longer have any chance of easing.

If Tianyuan Territory wants to continue to develop, it can certainly always suppress the rhythm and slowly absorb suitable alien races.

But for Connie, if she wants to grow a qualified alien force, she must break away from it.

Considering that the territory at that time did not need a large-volume alien race to share supplies, nor did it need any battles for the alien race to rush forward.

This is how Connie later went out to develop independently.

Of course, Connie seemed to have disappeared this year, and no news came back. It seemed that her development outside was not going well.

If Oreo had not always been able to sense that she was still alive, Su Mo would have thought that his arrangement had failed.

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. Connie's strength has improved significantly!"

At this time, the two sides looked at each other, and Su Mo could roughly sense Connie's current ability from the slightly raised hairs.

Very strong.

At least one level stronger than the minotaur Corrado, and about the same level as the priest in the dog-headed castle before.

Considering that Connie is not an alien race like Corrado who can only use brute force, plus the magical alien magic.

If she is an opponent, it is really hard to say who will win without a handy weapon.

"Unfortunately, in this case, if you want to have a further in-depth exchange"

Su Mo raised his head and looked at the dark sky outside the arena.

Although it is hidden by the game, one can still imagine the crowded audience seats at this time.

This is not just one or two, but tens of thousands.

It is no exaggeration to say that after the first day's preparation, it is not uncommon for more than 90% of the players in the wasteland to come in now.

Being stared at by so many people, even if there is a lot to say, it has to be over after the game.

A little delay.

As the contestants took their positions, the three judges also came to the judges from the audience seats after being selected by the game.

It's a bit funny.

This time the judges are no longer two aliens and one human, but three humans.

This is even worse for Connie, who is not in an advantageous position.

After all, if you draw a test question that the aliens are good at against the human Soma, it's fine, and there may be a chance to win.

But if you draw a test question that humans are good at, and the judges are still three humans.

What's the point of the competition, just vote.

Of course, that being said, the reactions of the aliens in the audience are very real.

At this time, except for some "newbies" who shouted to surrender and teach the human Soma a hard lesson.

Most of the old hands were very calm, and put Connie in their shoes and made their own choices.

If they met other humans, they might choose to surrender and take someone else with them to be eliminated.

But in front of the human Soma, surrender

wouldn't that be suicide?

What if this guy suddenly went crazy and attacked?

By then, it would not be the humans who could hold on for 30 seconds, but them.

"It's neither a fight nor a throw. Fortunately, I didn't draw this freak!"

"This lion-man tribe is also unlucky. They drew the strongest human in the first game."

"Let's take a look at the test questions first, just in case it is favorable to our alien race."

"Ah, why is this a cooking competition again? What's going on?"

"Okay, the cooking competition is good, cough cough, I mean, I'm going to lose anyway, right?"

"I just don't know how much power this female lion can force out of the human Soma. It looks like he is much stronger than the previous minotaur."

Ignoring the appearance of the alien race and only listening to the current discussion, it can't help but give people a strong sense of confusion.

In the field.

The three judges are also very excited at this time. If it weren't for the mandatory isolation of the game, I'm afraid they would rush over to "chase stars" now.

[Record]: The contestants are in place, the judges are in place, and the elimination round officially begins!

[Record]: The elimination round event is: Esophagus Battle

[Record]: The contestants need to choose and make dishes from limited ingredients according to the requirements of the three judges.

[Record]: This elimination match lasts for one hour, so please pay attention to the time.

[Record]: Players who successfully win this match will receive a reward: win +1

This is consistent with previous guesses.

Because the God of Food has the most authority, this time the competition still draws the battle of the esophagus.

As the game prompt sound falls, the familiar room and cabinet appear again.

"Vote?"

Connie, who is standing in the cabinet on the right, has a wandering look in her eyes and asks with a helpless expression.

There is no way, she can still distinguish between the big and small kings.

Today, let alone the competition between the two for the esophagus that is beneficial to humans, even if it is a battle or survival competition that is beneficial to the alien race, she does not have the courage to win.

As long as Su Mo goes back and leaves a word, Oreo will remotely deprive her of her rights.

She may be a majestic lion priest of the Oreo tribe now, but she may become an ordinary lion in the next second.

"No hurry, I need some time."

Suma also responded with a look, and at the same time, he used a micro-movement that others did not notice to signal Connie to wait.

Meeting familiar people in the first round does not mean that you can meet them in the next few rounds.

Now is the right time to prepare some weapons that can be used in the next fight.

Even if the alien race you meet next suddenly attacks, you can easily subdue it.

As for how to turn ordinary ingredients into weapons, Su Mo is not afraid.

A life-and-death fight is not a game of house, and there is no need to consider compliance, consequences, etc.

In a certain textbook on unregulated fighting, most of the space is about how to turn ordinary and common objects at hand into weapons with great lethality.

If we can reproduce a few of them, it will be enough to deal with ordinary aliens.

Besides, isn't there a system here?

As long as you are willing to pay enough survival points, even a pile of scrap metal can be upgraded to a pistol.

In the first game, Su Mo decided to prepare some hard stuff to ensure the success of the next few games.

[Now, judges, please start asking questions according to the table numbers! ]

[Judge No. 1, 'Inoue Daisuke', please ask questions! ]

Still in the order from left to right, the Japanese man on the far left stood up excitedly.

However, it was a bit surprising that this guy didn't ask for Western food, but

"I want hot pot, Sichuan spicy hot pot with all kinds of ingredients!"

"It's the kind that Su Shen ate in the shelter when he first crossed over to the wasteland!"

Wow.

This opening is a complete Su boast.

Although the difficulty of hot pot is not as great as imagined, it has a lot of qualifiers.

Not to mention Connie, any alien who came here would be confused.

[Record]: The first test question is confirmed: Sichuan spicy hot pot

[Record]: Please start preparing, the competition will start in thirty seconds.

"I can't eat you to death."

Connie secretly complained, glanced at the ingredients piled on the ground, and simply sat down and started eating.

Since she was destined to be eliminated, she might as well eat a big meal before leaving.

This way, even if she was eliminated, she could make some money back.

"Hot pot is simple, there are base ingredients here, just make some."

It's not a strict dish requirement, and most of the time can be used to make weapons.

Su Mo was naturally happy to relax, and found a pot and put the base ingredients in it, and started to prepare.

First, the melee weapon.

"Is there a longer rolling pin? This one is not easy to use."

Picking up a one-meter-long stick in the corner, Su Mo lied with his eyes open without any care.

For most people, a 60-centimeter rolling pin is already a bit long to use.

The best length is between thirty and fifty, which is the suitable length for rolling noodles.

However, not all rolling pins are within this range. When Su Mo went to the ancient city of Xixian, he saw a rolling pin that was more than two meters long and close to three meters long, which could roll out two meters wide noodles at a time.

This requirement is not excessive, right?

[Record]: The player's request is within a reasonable range and is being changed.

The game has no ink.

A purple light flashed, and a long stick that was more than two meters long appeared in the corner.

And like other rolling pins, the outer skin was processed very smoothly and the hardness was properly processed.

"Hey, this is suitable."

Although the long stick is thin on both sides and thick in the middle, it is not suitable as a long spear shaft.

But as long as you find a way to insert a Western knife into the tip of one side, it will immediately become a spear with stronger lethality.

It is not suitable for long-term combat, but it is absolutely no problem for a short time.

"Hey, what is Su Shen doing? Isn't he preparing hot pot?"

"Don't talk nonsense. That female lion is playing badly. Doesn't Su Shen have time to prepare weapons? Otherwise, what if we encounter warlike aliens in the next few rounds?"

"Oh, yes, if you didn't say it, I wouldn't have remembered. Are they going to fight?"

"They won't fight. This female lion is very smart. She won't give me a chance to surrender. She's just waiting for the end of the game to quit."

"You can still play like this? I'm wrong. This is only Su Shen. If it were anyone else, they would be torn to pieces by the aliens."

The audience on the stage had never seen or heard of such a scene.

This was no longer a competition, but both sides were busy with their own things.

The only difference was.

The female lion was busy eating, while Su Mo was busy preparing weapons.

Twenty minutes later, an unusually sturdy spear had taken shape under everyone's eyes.

The shape was very simple.

The tip on the top was inlaid with an unusually sharp blade, about twenty centimeters long.

The tip at the bottom was made of a torn towel to make it non-slip, which ensured that it would not slip out of the hand when in use.

For the survivors who had already experienced the baptism of survival, such hands-on ability was not uncommon.

But what was somewhat puzzling was that after Su Mo waved it a few times, everyone could see that the blade and the rolling pin were fixed too tightly.

It feels as if the blade is fixed there.

"What fixed technique was used for this?"

Some players on the hand-made route widened their eyes with confusion.

Except for the magical route ability, at this time they have no idea what method they can use to achieve the current result.

But isn’t Su Shen’s path the path of becoming a medicated diet apprentice?

"I'm done, submit the dishes!"

Just when the audience was puzzled, the hot pot cooking on the other side of the stove was edible.

Satisfied, Sumo put down his spear, picked up the entire pot, and placed it in the submission area.

To be fair, the quality of the hot pot this time is completely incomparable to the previous ones.

At the end of the whole process, he only put in the hot pot base ingredients and added his favorite vegetables to cook.

But what about hot pot?

As long as the base is fragrant, it is completely worth any unnecessary means.

He also scanned it with his route ability and found that it could add a weak healing effect, so Soma didn't waste it.

Add it directly to add a special attribute to the ordinary hot pot.

"I've done it too, submit the dishes."

Connie, who was munching on cucumbers on the other side, didn't care and casually threw the two potato lumps on her hand over.

All the aliens on the stage shook their heads when they looked at this messy appearance.

What a waste.

Even if you can't beat him, you can at least force this human Soma to use some special trump cards.

Such a powerful strength was lost in vain, and it was not as good as the previous Minotaur Corrado.

However, the alien who said this had forgotten that Corrado was just a newborn calf and was not afraid of tigers.

Not knowing the name of human Soma, Jun treated his opponent as an ordinary human being.

If he had known the name of Somo, the God-Slayer, in advance, he might have been even worse than Connie now.

"Phew, that's what it tastes like, it's delicious, it's so delicious!"

The first time the hot pot is served.

Not afraid of being burned, Inoue Daisuke devoured the food and looked like he had been hungry for a long time.

But it is not surprising that most survivors can only eat half a full meal every day.

And it's the kind of hard dry food mixed with boiling water that's forced into the stomach.

The fragrant and hot hot pot is filled with fresh vegetables and tender beef slices.

The price is thirty points.

The audience on the stage didn't originally intend to buy it, but after looking at it, some couldn't help but buy it.

It’s okay if there’s no such thing as a blocking button.

The game also deliberately spreads the smell of hot pot into the audience area. Who can resist it?

Suddenly, more and more hot pots began to appear in the audience, and there were sucking and swallowing sounds everywhere.

Some people bought them but planned to take them out to share with their families after the game.

Even some new aliens who entered the wasteland could not resist the temptation and reluctantly spent points to place orders.

This is not the human God Su, this is obviously the human God of Cooking!

Compared to the dirty blood food they ate in the territory, the food now was so delicious!

"Tsk, tsk, it would be nice if I could receive a share of the game."

Sumo touched his chin and looked at the sales figures above his head.

Hotpot with 30 points is not cheap, but over 400 million copies were sold in just a few minutes.

Counted as disaster points, there are a full 12 billion.

Even if it is only divided into a small amount, it is enough for him to not have to worry about disaster points in the rest of the game!