Chapter 899 The Tenth Natural Disaster, the Fog of a Thousand Illusions!

The selection of the high priest of the fish people does not only depend on the talent of communicating with the power of the ocean.

Similar to the previously developed Poseidon cells carrying special abilities, what the high priests need more is a magical cell carried at birth, which can give them a strange ability.

Divination!

When you turn on divination, you can see many special scenes that automatically appear within a certain period of time.

The stronger you are, the longer you can maintain divination and the more things you can see.

Of course, divination is not without cost. Every time it is used, it will cause irreversible damage to the user's body.

In just over 20 seconds of snooping, High Priest Yu Haichao saw a lot of gratuitous things.

"The gray fog is not a wall that blocks us. On the contrary, wherever it appears, many things I have never seen will be generated!"

"It might be buildings, it might be flowers and trees. I also saw ferocious-looking beasts."

He recalled, constantly pointing to the gray fog that appeared around the tribe, and one after another telling what would appear there.

Most of the gray fog that gathered around the fish-men tribe was composed of low-rise buildings that looked like ruins.

It sounds incredible, but standing opposite, the expression on Somo's face is getting weirder and weirder.

"Wait a minute, isn't this a random refresh of resource points?"

Except for this weird generation method, what Yu Haichao said is exactly the same as the logic of refreshing resources in the game.

If you're lucky, a "gold mine" may directly appear around the village and take off on the spot.

If you were unlucky, a monster lair appeared, and you had to abandon the village and run away overnight.

but

The game is so kind?

Want to create more opportunities for the New World to rise?

According to the information collected in the future wasteland, human beings developing overseas are not too comfortable now, and there is no need to worry about the impact of disasters.

Temporary factories were built one after another, and more and more reserves filled the warehouses.

In contrast, these humans and other alien races in the New World not only have to work hard to clear the snow, but also find ways to survive the next disaster.

Is it because the game doesn’t want to see the big war happen at the end of the year?

Sumo guessed in his mind and looked at the high priest who was still chattering.

"Did you see what happened around Hope Village?"

The tide of the sea of ​​fish shook like a rattle and replied.

"Lord, divination can only randomly see some things that will happen in the future, and it is not completely limited to me."

"It won't be long before the new continent under our feet will become even bigger. A giant tree will appear there and reach the sky. New enemies will come, and they will be even bigger than they are now."

"The war is about to begin, a more brutal fight!"

The further down the story goes, the more the fish becomes more and more blabbering.

Sumo listened for a while and could only get some clueless information.

To sum up, it is not complicated. The general idea is that more strange resource points will be refreshed, which will cause more and more local wars to occur.

"This is normal. The game definitely doesn't want to see us develop steadily, but it also doesn't want to see us fight each other until we are exterminated."

“The appearance of resource points may be a softer way of stimulating.

Don't worry, it's better to have resource points than dry snow.

As long as one or two buildings from the civilized era can appear, even if they are ruins, it can bring a lot of help.

"Lord, I also saw the opening time of the black building next to the village."

"When this fog dissipates, we can go inside!"

The tide of fish provides another important message.

This building, which contains some chip manufacturing equipment, was opened in the future wasteland at the end of Wasteland 2.

Now in the real wasteland, time has advanced a whole year? !

"Yes, yes, your divination is indeed of great strategic value."

Sumo praised him sincerely.

This is much more practical than those fancy witchcraft that require the power of the ocean to be released.

If it can be released multiple times and the information obtained is compiled, it will undoubtedly save the territory a lot of detours.

"Can I still continue to do divination? What are the conditions required?"

Yu Haichao answered quickly.

"It takes time. There is a thirty-day interval between each divination."

"But it's best to release it every forty-five days, otherwise it will put a lot of pressure on my body."

After speaking, he carefully raised his head and secretly looked at the Lord's expression.

Demonstrating value is not just about showing ability as a licking dog and devoting oneself unconditionally.

Proving one's own importance and irreplaceability to a certain extent is what a smart fish does.

But what surprised him was that after hearing this time, Sumo's face became even more surprised.

Can you tell a divination once in forty-five days?

Calculating this, wouldn't it be possible to divine eight times a year?

This ability is simply awesome!

If used well, it is completely comparable to the harvest from entering the ruins.

"Lord Lord"

"The tribe has prepared your sacred pavilion." Pointing to more and more murlocs coming out of the building and kneeling on the ground, Yu Haichao suggested weakly: "These uncivilized little murlocs need some time to accept their own destiny. With their status changed, the patriarch will make their mission clear to them. Do you still need to accept the worship ceremony they have prepared for a long time? "

"Okay, I know what you mean." Sumo nodded slightly.

This high priest is simply too good.

He is more cunning than those old men in the workplace, and he is not as stupid as he appeared in the previous messages.

If someone who was ignorant before rushed over, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to balance the relationship between humans and fishmen.

Now he clearly understands the role he wants the fishman to play, and his realization is still so profound.

Sumo raised his hand and waved.

A blue light flashed in the air, and waves of waves sounded in the white mist.

In the eyes of all the fishmen, there seemed to be a vast ocean behind him.

Above the ocean, a golden figure with an unclear face floated, exuding strong divine power.

"Poseidon is Lord Poseidon!"

"By the way, Poseidon, I actually saw Lord Poseidon!"

"The supreme great man who brought us civilization, the towering giant who ushered in the age of new gods, under the crown of the great Sea God, your people Yu Chenghai will always be loyal to you!"

"The great being who protects us and allows us to survive and reproduce, Yu Haichao, the high priest of the Tut fish tribe, is willing to offer you our most devout faith!"

""

The real pressure from ocean authority is rooted in the genes of every marine creature in the deep sea world.

Seeing that these fishmen were becoming more and more pious, Somo coughed lightly, and the golden figure behind him raised his hand and tapped lightly in front of him.

A faint blue light flashed and poured into the body of the high priest.

In an instant, the threat level on the system panel suddenly increased by 9%, quickly climbing to 1%.

The effect is that twenty units of oceanic power emerge in Yu Haichao's body.

Using virtual reality to disguise the arrival of Poseidon will not be detected by the game, but using ocean permissions is a naked provocation.

But fortunately, the price is still acceptable.

"The sea I feel more sea water embracing me"

Feeling the changes in his body, Yu Haichao had completely fallen into a state of confusion and ecstasy.

The improvement of the power belonging to the ocean represents a direct change in talent.

In the deep sea world, the number of water groups with the power of the ocean that he was able to establish contact with originally was exactly one hundred groups.

After arriving in this strange wasteland, due to the restrictions of the world's pressure, there were only eighty-two regiments left.

But from now on.

In the future, the amount of ocean power he can control will increase by twenty units, exceeding the previous upper limit.

This magical skill can only change the upper limit of fishmen.

"My lord, your most loyal servant, Yu Haichao, the high priest of the Tut fish tribe, will always follow you!"

He fell to his knees deeply, his head almost buried in the soft soil.

When the clan leader next to him, Yu Chenghai, saw this, he also smashed his head heavily on the ground, making a small crater.

After a few seconds, the two stood up, their expressions even more respectful.

"Lord, the ancestor of Tut fish tribe, one of your most loyal followers, Commander Yu Liu."

"According to the arrangements you made before you left, our ancestor continued to devote all his energy to plant research and ethnic reproduction until his death. He left a lot of precious information and distributed it to us branches to continue our research and look forward to one day in the future. Help the lord again."

"The research results of our Tut tribe are now placed in the divine pavilion. Do you want to take them away now?"

"Yu Liu?"

Sumo was slightly surprised, and the various arrangements in the Baisha ruins could not help but appear in his mind.

The first Yu Yi to follow him was Yu Jiu. Except for Yu Si who died in an accident, the other eight fishmen all managed to survive until the war.

Before leaving, he just assigned different research tasks to these eight fishmen in order, and entrusted the institute to them to maintain continued development.

Now I didn’t expect that there would actually be results?

"Tsk."

"Plant research, take me to see it."

The value of these things that will be completely emasculated in the future wasteland cannot be inferior.

Follow the high priest Yu Haichao all the way to the tallest building in the tribe.

Just like Chen Shen's first visit here, Sumo's eyes were opened all the way up.

At least every building in Fishman City is equipped with a water tank inside, where fishmen can sit and work to avoid the risk of dehydration.

But now this fish-man tribe is simply imitating humans.

"The living conditions of these ordinary fishmen are too poor. You should not exactly follow my previous arrangements and build these decent concrete buildings and confine yourself to suffer inside."

Many fishmen in the room have entered a semi-dehydrated state, and the fish skin is almost dry on their bodies.

And just like that, when I saw him coming, I had to lie down on the ground and kneel down devoutly.

Comparing this to the group of unscrupulous people in Fishman City, the current fishmen are so pitiful that it makes people feel heartbroken.

"Lord, we are already sending little murlocs to dig ditches around the tribe and fill in the snow. When the weather gets hot and the snow melts into rivers, the murloc tribe will be much better off."

The clan leader Yu Chenghai shrank his head.

"Before, these buildings were built in shallow seas with a humid climate. Ordinary fish people would not be short of water like this even if they lived on dry land. Unexpectedly, they suddenly arrived here and encountered a rare dry winter, which resulted in the current situation. ”

"I know what the Lord means, but there are many inconveniences in living underwater. Seawater is very corrosive, and the technology of the fishmen is far from developed to the point where they can build buildings underwater, let alone study it. "Without a machine that can be used in the water, if we want to continue scientific research, we have to get used to the pain and come to the shore."

"And the hundreds of generations of fishmen from your departure to now are much more comfortable than when you first came ashore. These physical pains may seem serious, but we have already gotten used to them. You don't have to worry."

"So that's how it is."

After hearing the truth that was not in the information, Su Mo suddenly felt a little admiration in his heart.

Only a few fishmen can endure this kind of pain, which can be attributed to individual cases.

But the entire fishman tribe is like this, which to some extent can already explain their excellent qualities.

Hearts are as hard as iron, and ambitions are as high as pine and cypress.

Hardworking and willing to work hard.

If it weren't for the inherent lifespan limitation that makes knowledge inheritance difficult, and the lack of IQ that limits creativity.

This group of fishmen might really be able to create a new technological era outside of human research.

At noon, the fog became thicker.

After seeing the sumptuous lunch prepared by the fishman tribe, Su Mo praised a few words of "satisfaction" and ran away with an excuse.

Su Deben wanted to stay for a meal, but after seeing the food on the plate, his face changed drastically.

He had to run.

Although he thought that his acceptance of food was already very high, who would have thought that the fish people had developed to the point where they could produce and sell their own food.

It was too scary.

No wonder their food consumption was much lower than that of humans, and their requirements for food were also extremely low.

This ability to quickly digest food, excrete it, and then eat it and digest it carefully for the second time.

I'm afraid that only the famous Mu Ye, known as the King of the Wilderness, in their universe can withstand it? !

"When the disaster is confirmed, I will send someone to notify the fish tribe."

"Village Chief Chen Shen has prepared a complete set of cooperation plans with the fish tribe, and will come to discuss it with you in detail at that time."

Sitting on the energy car that came here, Su Mo gave a few more instructions.

I have almost finished what I should say in the past few hours, and the rest can be left to Chen Shen to deal with the follow-up.

If there is really a resource point refresh.

In the early stage of the fog, Hope Village may not be able to take care of itself, and it will take some time for joint development.

"Don't worry, Lord, the fearless fishmen warriors will guard the tribe and annihilate all foreign enemies who dare to come to provoke."

"As long as the expedition team we sent out returns, the fishmen will continuously provide the territory with stable marine food resources."

"I hope so."

Su Mo shrugged and took back the words that almost came out of his mouth subconsciously.

At present, the territory is still more than 500 kilometers away from the ocean on the east coast of the New World.

Even if the expedition team really found it, it would be useless. The distance between the two sides is too far to establish a transportation route.

However, the resource point is refreshed.

Who can say for sure whether there will be a lucky person who can find valuable resources in the wild.

The car started and drove towards the village in the pious eyes of the fishmen.

When it stumbled all the way back to the vicinity of Hope Village, the countdown in the game panel was about to reach the end.

00:23:19

There are only 20 minutes left before the specific information of the disaster is released.

"Director, how is the situation, that group of fishmen?"

Chen Shen chased out of the village, obviously having discovered the "potential" of this group of fishmen long ago.

"It's done, just recruit them according to the plan when the time comes."

"Great!"

The people following Chen Shen were also excited at the thought of having hundreds or even thousands of hardworking laborers.

Especially Qiao Yuansheng, who has not yet come out of the shadow of the failure of the introduction of the identity system, his eyes are brighter now, and I don't know what bad ideas he is holding back.

"These gray fogs should not be lethal. After the details of the disaster are announced, you send veterans who are familiar with the terrain to mark the fog locations on the map and count the number and specific locations as soon as possible."

"No problem!" Chen Shen nodded.

As Su Deben vividly described the details of the negotiations with the fishmen, the group followed the village road to the slightly shabby board room meeting room and waited quietly for the last time to pass.

The fog appeared at 8 am, eight hours apart.

As the hour hand gradually pointed to "4".

In an instant, the game panel popped up automatically, and a familiar beeping sound began to sound.

"The announcement has appeared!"

"Let me see what the tenth disaster is"

"Thousand Illusion Fog, huh? What is this?!"