Chapter 111 Sir, I want to borrow some from you

  【Task: Devil Moth Hunting (repeatable)】

  [Introduction: Devil moths are nesting in the ruins of the greenhouse, where there seems to be something like a fusion battery or an emergency reactor, which is exactly what we need. 】

  【Requirement: bring back 1 devil moth corpse】

  【Reward: 1 silver coin】

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  【Task: Cocoon of Devil Moth (repeatable)】

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

  【Requirement: Bring back 1 devil moth cocoon】

  【Reward: 5 silver coins】

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  【Mission: Raid the first floor of the greenhouse ruins】

  【Introduction: We need to open the way to the underground of the greenhouse ruins to safely obtain the "treasure" there. 】

  【Requirement: Close the gate on the first floor of the greenhouse and cut off the connection with other floors...】

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evening.

  Brother Mole led a group of players who got into trouble with the devil moth's lair, sang the song of victory, and pulled five carts full of trophies, and returned from the direction of the greenhouse ruins.

   "The crooked sparrow ~ sleeps on the antenna mast~~~"

   "Lard bone, marinated, I forgot to wash the eggs~~~"

   "Gan, what the **** are you singing about?"

   "That's right, what are you singing about? We just died a brother, and we have to send another one away later, can you be more serious!"

   "I wash kelp, wash kelp~~~"

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

   "Let me do it, I'm good at this."

   "Don't do it, 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 moth is not endless. If one time is not enough, then come twice, and if two times are not enough, then come the third time, and the fourth time.

   Two days in a row.

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

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

   What's interesting is that these devil moths don't 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 their suicidal initiative and retreated to the nest to protect the larvae and the cocoons that hatched into adults. The target launched a sneak attack.

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

  According to Brother Mole’s understanding, 80% of the planners found out that they were using “BUG” to spawn monsters and adjusted the server parameters.

   But it's not a big problem.

  The devil moths left on the first layer are no longer enough to pose a deadly threat.

  The strength-type players are still in the front row, and the agility-type players are 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 moth near the exit of the passage, and went home with rich spoils.

  Although they paid the price of one death and one crippling, compared to their gains from this trip, the little loss they paid is not worth mentioning at all.

  The corpses of more than a hundred devil moths piled up into a hill, and there were more than a hundred cocoons the size of footballs. If it wasn't for another batch of devil moths coming up from behind, they could have taken 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 silver coins!

  41 silver per capita!

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

  This is much better than burning bricks.

   A group of people passed the east gate.

  After exchanging supplies from the outpost, Wu Tiefu and a few natives just came out, just in time to see the devil moth corpses and piles of moth pupae piled up on the wooden cart, with shock on their faces.

  Of course they know what it is.

  Especially in summer, the season when the spirit leaf grows most luxuriantly, this thing is simply the **** of death on the wasteland, and there is not even a complete corpse where it sweeps.

   But why did this bug appear in Qingquan City?

   And where is the spirit of Ye Tian?

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

   "They can beat even devil moths..."

   "It's incredible how they did it."

   "They come from the east... the eastern city, where the Devil Moth's lair is."

   "We need to stay away."

   Several tribesmen with croissants on their shoulders muttered softly, but Wu Tiefu, the leader of the tribe, was thinking about other things.

   Walking all the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province, in order to survive, they experienced countless dangerous fights.

   One of the most dangerous battles, his father and uncle died in the fight to escape from the gunpoint of the slaver's slave hunting team.

  In the original clan, there were more than fifty young and middle-aged men, but now only those in their early twenties are left, and the rest are old, weak, women, children and even unweaned babies.

   Now that there are strong people who are willing to protect them, it is time to seize the time and cultivate their health and rest.

  However, the problem now is that due to the previous series of heavy losses, the number of women in the tribe who can still bear children has far exceeded that of men with fertility, and many of them are connected by blood.

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

   And these powerful fighters seem to be the best choice.

  Recalling the long conversation between the elders of the clan and himself last night, Wu Tiefu didn't say a word on the way back this time.

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

"grown ups."

  Chu Guang glanced at him.

"what's up."

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

   "I want to borrow some seeds from you."

  Borrow seeds?

   Strange, you nomads still farm?

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

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

  Wu Tiefu scratched the back of his head.

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

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

  Wu Tiefu didn't dare to be sloppy, so he quickly explained.

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

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

  What the hell.

   Is it because I heard or misunderstood.

  What the **** is breeding humans? !

  Noticing the change of expression on Chu Guang's face, Wu Tiefu was stunned for a moment, trying to understand why the lord reacted so violently.

  But he continued to lower his posture and asked sincerely.

"Our tribe has experienced a big war a few days ago. The population is thin and needs to be supplemented with fresh blood. We dare not ask for your blood. We only hope that you can nod and allow unmarried young women in our tribe to come to your camp Borrow it for a few days."

   "We won't let you do us this favor in vain. As a reward, 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.

  I think so too, where did the tribal people get the concept of integrity.

  A large tribe with a prosperous population, in addition to the union within the tribe, can also plunder foreign tribes to obtain slaves, and reproduce offspring through slaves. Small tribes whose population is not thriving can only rely on the strong to obtain fresh blood from the suzerain.

"I understand your difficulties, but I can't help you with this service," Chu Guang said with a serious face, "We are a serious game... Cough, I mean, our customs are different from yours. I can consider other services , but this really doesn't help."

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

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

  Originally, they were not designed for normal reproduction. They were just "containers" for players' consciousness bodies, "products" made by the training cabin.

  Especially for heterogeneous sequences, genetic factors cannot be stably passed on to the next generation at all, and even due to chromosomal abnormalities, even functions are directly castrated.

   Besides, "Wasteland OL" is a joyful game that focuses on leisure.

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

  Youxi?

  Wu Tiefu was at a loss and didn't understand what this lord meant.

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

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

  Even if it was because of the fear of illness, the leader could not allow the strong young labor force of his own clan to waste their vigorous energy on foreign women.

   "I was the one who was abrupt."

  Wu Tiefu lowered his head with regret and shame on his face, and after expressing his sincere apology, he turned and left under the curious eyes of the players around him.

  The players whispered in low voices.

   "What are they talking about?"

"have no idea."

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

   "You know how to farm."

  …

   Late at night.

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

  Fire flickers in the snow.

The refugees sat around the bonfire, blowing flutes made of animal bones, singing babbling ballads, and eating muddy broth and black scones, celebrating the end of the journey. , Pray for the newborn.

  Although the players were curious, they did not approach the past, but stood on the fence and watched from a distance.

   "What tune are they playing?"

"I've never 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 this production team to be a bit awesome. have their own culture."

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

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

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

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

   "Thank you, I have been filial piety."

   It's not just the players who are curious.

   Standing on the third floor of the nursing home and looking out, Chu Guang 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 satisfy their hunger.

   Just don’t know what to call these people.

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

   "This song is really nice."

   "Do you want 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 by, the audio can be recorded through the vibration frequency of the object."

   "You still have this ability?!"

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

   “…then record it.”

   It is also 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 of the wasteland.

  After 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

  Chu Guang carried Xiao Qi back to the shelter, then turned on the system and checked his manager allowance.

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

   "Two high-level blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two elementary ones... Let's smoke it directly."

   It happens that the lollipops are 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 not lucky, there will be seven or eight.

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

  Light blue light flickers.

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

  Two primary blind boxes, a bag of 500g of white sugar and a bag of 500g of salt were opened, and a box of antibiotics and a treatment needle were opened out of the intermediate blind box.

   Generally speaking, it is not bad, and even Chu Guang himself feels a little surprised if he is lucky. Although there are no needles for adding attributes, 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 lakkwag.

   "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 to shoot? But there are no special arrows?"

  He can't shoot arrows, this thing can only be used by players.

   "And what is this... grenade?"

  Chu Guang picked up a silver-white ball from the conveyor belt, but he couldn't find the pull ring after searching for a long time.

  Hold it in his hand and toss it lightly, and weigh it. Chu Guang really couldn't figure out how this thing works, so he glanced left and right, trying to find a target to see if it hurts to hit someone.

   It seemed that he couldn't stand it anymore, Xiao Qi, who was quietly squatting aside, reminded in a weak voice.

"Owner…"

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

  (end of this chapter)