This Game Is Too Realistic

[Quest: Devil Moth Hunting (repeatable)]

[Introduction: The devil moth builds a nest in the greenhouse ruins, where there are things like fusion batteries or emergency reactors, which 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 planner who discovered that they were using a "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 strength players were still in the front row, and the agility players were in the back. The group quickly harvested the devil moth cocoons near the exit of the passage, packed up the devil moth corpses near the exit, and went home with rich loot.

Although they paid the price of one person dying and one person 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 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 natives 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 spirit 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 fertile men, and many of them are related by blood.

Intra-tribal marriage in small tribes is a very troublesome problem. In order for the newborn to be healthy and strong, his tribe needs fresh blood.

And these powerful warriors seem to be the best choice.

Recalling the long conversation between the clan elders and him last night, Wu Tiexu didn't say a word on the way back.

After instructing the tribesmen to store the food in exchange, he returned to the outpost alone and found the ruler here at the entrance of the sanatorium.

"grown ups."

Chu Guang glanced at him.

"what's up."

Wu Tiaxu lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"I'd like to borrow some seeds from you."

Borrow seeds?

It’s strange that you nomads can still farm?

Chu Guang found it quite interesting and said with a smile.

"Unfortunately, we don't have seeds either. I'm afraid I can't help with this. Besides, it's snowing so hard outside and the soil has already been frozen. Even if we get seeds, I'm afraid we won't be able to plant them."

Wu Tieaxe 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."

"Which one?" Chu Guang frowned, looked at him and said, "What do you want to say? Don't go around in circles with me."

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

"It's just for breeding."

Hearing these words, Chu Guang almost choked on his own saliva.

What the hell.

Did I hear it wrong or understood it wrong?

What the hell is breeding to humans? !

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

But he continued to lower his posture and begged sincerely.

"Our tribe experienced a war a few days ago. The population is thin and we need new blood. We dare not ask for your blood. We only hope that you can nod and allow unmarried young women from our tribe to come to your camp. Let’s stay for a few days.”

"We will not let you do this for us in vain. In return, we are willing to donate a camel skin and a dagger to the father of every newborn."

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

Come to think of it, where did the tribal people get the concept of moral integrity?

Large tribes with a prosperous population, in addition to unions within the tribe, can also rob foreign tribes to obtain slaves, and reproduce their offspring through slaves. Small tribes whose population is not prosperous can only rely on the strong and obtain fresh blood from the lord's power.

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

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

Chu Guang had read the instructions for the culture chamber before and remembered it very clearly. It seems that the genetic factors of these clones are difficult to win?

Originally, they were not designed for normal reproduction. They were just "containers" for the players' consciousness and "products" produced by the cultivation cabins.

Especially for heterogeneous sequences, genetic factors cannot be stably passed on to the next generation. In fact, due to chromosomal abnormalities, even the functions may be directly castrated.

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

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

youxi?

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

But judging from the expression on his face, he didn't seem satisfied with his proposal.

Come to think of it, wanderers like me come from the wilderness after all.

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

"I was rude."

Wu Tiaxu lowered his head with a look of regret and shame. After expressing his sincere apology, he turned around and left under the curious eyes of the surrounding players.

The players whispered among themselves.

"What are they talking about?"

"have no idea."

"Farming! I heard the manager mentioned 'farming'! I know that word!"

"You know how to farm."

…

Late at night.

The natives who set up the camp lit a bonfire in the center of the camp.

Flames flickered in the snow.

The refugees sat around the bonfire, playing flutes made of animal bones, singing inaudible folk songs, and eating turbid broth and black scones to celebrate the end of the journey. , pray for the newborn.

Although the players were curious, they did not get close and just stood on the wall and watched from a distance.

"What tune are they playing?"

"I haven't heard of it. I guess it's the alpha0.5 version of BG. Didn't I say that the new version will probably focus on developing a human-computer interaction system. But I didn't expect that this production team is quite impressive. Even the refugees in the wasteland are It has its own culture.”

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

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

"Damn it, do you want to be so curious?"

"Just a reasonable analysis, I heard that some African tribes will make musical instruments from their parents' bones after their death."

"Thank you, I'm grateful."

It's not just 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 into 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, but 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.

For the two primary blind boxes, a 500g bag of white sugar and a 500g bag of salt were opened, and the intermediate blind box was opened for 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 be equipped with batteries. It seems that 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, then weighed the weight. Chu Guang couldn't figure out how this thing worked, 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."