Chapter 111 Sir, I Would Like to Borrow some From You (1/2)

[Quest: Devil Moth Hunting (repeatable)]

[Introduction: The devil moth builds a nest in the greenhouse ruins. It is suspected that there is something like a fusion battery or an emergency reactor there. That is exactly what we need. 】

[Requirement: Bring back 1 devil moth corpse]

[Reward: 1 silver coin]

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[Quest: Cocoon of the Devil Moth (can be completed repeatedly)]

[Introduction: The cocoons of devil moths are a good thing. We can use their silk to make clothes or armor. And I heard that the pupae inside are edible? 】

[Requirement: Bring back 1 devil moth cocoon]

[Reward: 5 silver coins]

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

[Introduction: We need to open the way to the underground greenhouse ruins and safely obtain the "treasures" there. 】

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

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evening.

Brother Mole led a group of players who had collided with the devil moth's nest, sang a song of victory, pulled five carts full of loot, and returned from the direction of the greenhouse ruins.

"What a wonderful sparrow~ Sleeping on the antenna pole~~~"

"Lard bones, bring them to marinate, I forgot to wash the eggs again~~~"

"Gan, what the hell are you singing?"

"Exactly, what are you singing about? One of our brothers just died, and we have to send another one away later. Can you be more serious!"

"I wash the kelp, wash the kelp~~~"

"Hey, who's going to sew this mole's mouth shut?"

"Let me do it, I'm good at this."

"No, no, I have contributed to the planning! I have shed blood for the base! You can't do this to me~~~"

Facts have proved that the devil moths are not inexhaustible. If once is not enough, then do it twice. If two times are not enough, then do it a third or fourth time.

Two days in a row.

Eighteen players formed the "531 lineup" according to Brother Mole's strategy. They divided into two convoys and took turns attacking. In the narrow passage, they killed a large number of devil moths.

Some were burned, and some were stabbed to death with cold weapons.

Interestingly, these devil moths do not seem to completely inherit 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 the suicidal initiative and retreated to the nest to protect the larvae and the cocoons that hatched into adults. Under the cover of the shadow, they attacked those who entered the nest. The target launches a sneak attack.

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

According to Brother Mole's understanding, it was probably the dog planners who discovered that they were using "BUG" to spawn monsters and adjusted the server parameters.

But it's not a big problem.

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

The players of the strength system were still in the front row, and the agility system was in the back. A group of people quickly harvested the devil moth cocoons near the exit of the passage, packed up the corpses of the devil moths near the exit of the passage, and went home with rich loot.

Although they paid the price of one person dying and another being seriously disabled, compared to what they gained from this trip, the loss they paid was nothing at all.

The corpses of more than a hundred devil moths were piled up into a hill, and there were also more than a hundred football-sized cocoons. If not for another group of devil moths coming up from behind, they could have taken away more.

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

41 silver per capita!

Of course, it is impossible to divide the money equally. Human lives and equipment losses are costs, but after calculation, at least everyone can get more than 33 silver.

This is much better than burning bricks.

A group of people passed by the east gate.

After exchanging supplies from the outpost, Wu Tiaxu and several indigenous people who had just walked out happened to see the corpses of devil moths and piles of moth pupae piled on the wooden carts, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Of course they know what this is.

Especially in summer, the season when the spiritual leaves grow most luxuriantly, this thing is simply the god of death in the wasteland, and even a complete corpse cannot be found wherever it sweeps.

However, why did this insect appear in Qingquan City?

And where did the spirit Ye Tian come from?

The weather is already several degrees below zero. Don’t the moths here need to hibernate?

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

"It's incredible how they did it."

"They come from the east... In the east city, there is a nest of devil moths."

"We have to stay away."

Several tribesmen carrying croissant potatoes on their shoulders whispered, but Wu Tiaxu, the leader of the tribe, had other things on his mind.

Along the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province, they experienced countless dangerous battles in order to survive.

In one of the most dangerous battles, his father and uncle both died in the fight in order to escape from the guns of the slave traders' capture team.

There used to be more than fifty young and middle-aged men in the clan, but now only those in their early twenties are left, and the rest are old, weak, women, children and even babies who have not yet been weaned.

Now that there are strong people willing to protect them, it is time to seize the time to cultivate and recuperate.

However, the problem now is that due to the previous heavy losses, the number of women in the tribe who can still give birth to children has far exceeded the number of men who can have children, and many of them are related by blood.

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

And these powerful warriors seem to be the best choice.

Recalling the long conversation between the elders of the tribe and himself last night, Wu Tiefu did not say a word on the way back.

After instructing the tribe members to store the exchanged food, he returned to the outpost alone and found the ruler here at the entrance of the sanatorium.

"Sir."

Chu Guang glanced at him.

"What's the matter."

Wu Tiefu lowered his head and said in a muffled voice.

"I want to borrow some seeds from you."

Borrow seeds?

Strange, you nomads can also farm?

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

"Unfortunately, we don't have seeds either. I'm afraid I can't help you with this. And the snow outside is so heavy that the soil has been frozen. Even if we get seeds, I'm afraid we can't plant them."

Wu Tiefu scratched the back of his head.

"No, you may have misunderstood me. What I want to borrow from you is... not that seed, but that seed."

"What that seed?" Chu Guang frowned and looked at him and said, "What do you want to say? Don't beat around the bush with me."

Wu Tiefu didn't dare to be careless and explained quickly.

"That's right, it's for breeding people."

Hearing this, Chu Guang almost choked on his saliva.

What the hell.

Did he hear it wrong or misunderstand it.

What the hell is breeding people? !

Noticing the change in Chu Guang's expression, Wu Tiefu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this adult reacted so strongly.

But he continued to lower his posture and asked sincerely.

"Our tribe experienced a war a few days ago, and the population is sparse, so we need to replenish fresh blood. We dare not ask for your blood, but only hope that you can nod and allow unmarried young women in our tribe to stay in your camp for a few days."

"We won't let you do this for nothing. As a reward, we are willing to offer a camel skin and a dagger to the father of each newborn."

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

Come to think of it, where does the concept of integrity come from among the tribesmen.

In addition to the combination within the tribe, the large tribes with a prosperous population can also plunder foreign tribes to obtain slaves and reproduce through slaves. Small tribes with a sluggish population can only rely on the strong and obtain 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 a serious game... Ahem, what I mean is that our customs are different from yours. I can consider other favors, but I really can't help with this."

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

Chu Guang had read the instructions for the incubator before, and remembered very clearly that it seemed difficult for these clones to have genetic factors?

Originally, they were not designed for normal reproduction, but were just "containers" for the players' consciousness bodies and "products" made by the incubator.

Especially for heterologous sequences, the genetic factors could not be stably inherited by the next generation, and even due to chromosomal abnormalities, the functions were castrated.

Besides, "Wasteland OL" is a leisure and fun game.

Chu Guang refused decisively on behalf of the players without thinking.

Youxi?

Wu Tiefu was confused and didn't understand what this adult meant.

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

Come to think of it, these wanderers came from the wilderness after all.

Even if it was out of concern for disease, the leader would not allow the strong young labor force of his tribe to waste their vigorous energy on foreign women.

"I was rude." Wu Tiefu lowered his head with regret and shame, expressed his sincere apology, and then turned and left under the curious eyes of the surrounding players. The players whispered. "What are they talking about?" "I don't know." "Farming! I heard the manager mentioned 'farming'! I know that word!" "You only know farming." ... Late at night. The natives who had built the camp lit a bonfire in the center of the camp. The flames flickered in the snow. The refugees sat around the bonfire, playing flutes made of animal bones, singing folk songs with unclear pronunciation, sharing turbid broth and black pancakes, celebrating the end of this journey and praying for the newborn. Although the players were curious, they did not approach, but just stood on the wall and watched from a distance. "What kind of music are they playing?"

"I haven't heard it before, it's probably the background music of Alpha 0.5. Didn't I say that the new version will focus on the development of the human-computer interaction system? But I didn't expect that the production team is so awesome, even the refugees in the wasteland have their own culture."

"The bone flute they use is quite interesting, I'll see if I can buy one tomorrow."

"What if it's made of human bones? Do you want to play it?"

"Fuck, do you have to be so curious?"

"It's just a reasonable analysis. I heard that some African tribes will make musical instruments out of their parents' bones after they die."

"Thank you, I'm touched."

It's not just the players who are curious.

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

Unexpectedly, these refugees actually have their own unique tribal culture.

These settings can be updated on the official website to help those cloud players pass the time and satisfy their cravings.

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

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

"This song is pretty good."

"Want to record it? Master."

"Can you record this far?"

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

"You still have this ability?!"

"Of course it can be used within a range of several hundred meters, and it can also reduce audio noise."

"...Then record it."

It would also be good to record the original soundtrack and put it in the database of the official website. It can be regarded as an investigation of the customs and customs in the wasteland.

After 12 o'clock late at night.

Chu Guang carried Xiao Qi back to the shelter, then opened the system and checked his manager's allowance.

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

"Two advanced blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two elementary ones... just smoke them."

It just so happened that I had almost finished eating the lollipops.

There is no point in hoarding points. There are daily tasks that can be done every day. Now the number of players has increased. If you are lucky, you can save more than ten or twenty points a day. If you are not lucky, you can save seven or eight points.

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

Light blue light flashed.

The wall on one side of the residents' hall trembled slightly. As the alloy door opened, the rewards from the blind box were sent out along the conveyor belt.

The two primary blind boxes produced a 500g bag of white sugar and a 500g bag of salt, and the intermediate blind box produced a box of antibiotics and a therapeutic needle.

Overall, it was pretty good. Even Chu Guang himself felt a little surprised because he was so lucky. Although there are no injections with added attributes, the sugar, salt and medicines prescribed are all good things.

As for advanced blind boxes...

To be honest, it's a bit lagging.

"It's a mechanical compound bow with a sight. It seems to have a motor on it, and it can also hold a battery. It seems like it can be charged for shooting? But it doesn't come with special arrows?"

He can't shoot arrows, so 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 held it in his hand and tossed it gently, weighing the weight. Chu Guang couldn't figure out how to play it, so he glanced left and right, trying to find a target to try to see if it hurt if he hit someone with it.

As if she couldn't stand it any longer, Xiao Qi, who was quietly squatting aside, warned in a weak voice.

"Owner……"

"That thing is not what you use it for."