Official website:
Fang Chang: "A new landmark is unlocked in the north of the abandoned construction site, the abandoned department store, which has a large number of gnawers! We have basically cleared the gnawers on the first floor, but when entering the basement, the VM prompts that the radiation index in the current area exceeds the safety threshold. Well, let me be frank, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there any players with physical fitness? We just need a physical fitness player."
Sisi: "Me, me, me!"
Tail: "Tail too! Uh, I seem to be an agility player, but it doesn't matter, I can sneak attack! (｀ω′*)"
Fang Chang: "Sorry, that dungeon can't take newcomers. Let me tell you the requirements, 10 points of physical fitness, preferably more than 10 points."
Tail: "QAQ"
Irena: "My physical fitness level is LV4, the main attribute is exactly 10 points, and the talent... forget it, just pretend I don't have it. (funny)"
Fang Chang: "Brother, read the private message."
Garbage Picker Level 99: "Do you want a lizard? I may be able to resist it, whether it is radiation or poison!"
Ye Shi: "You should find a way to get out of the shelter first. (Funny)"
Garbage Picker Level 99: "Fuck!"
Teng Teng: "I got up at four o'clock in the middle of the night to read the PPT. I almost forgot to go to work. There are still a few things I don't understand. Woo woo woo, this game is getting harder and harder! (T ^ T)"
WC Really Mosquito: "If you don't understand, ask. Do the goblins want to know if the PPT you are reading is serious?"
Teng Teng: "(*?ω?)?╰ひ╯"
WC Really Mosquito: "(?Д?*)"
Today's official website is still calm.
Except for a few brothers arguing about which type of steel is better for seamless steel pipes, the entire forum is very harmonious.
Chu Guang did not participate in the topic, but silently marked the accounts of these old men and put them on the next list.
No need to talk nonsense, just do it if you can.
Wait for the Alpha0.6 version to come out, and you will have a chance to show your skills.
In fact, Chu Guang has always been curious. The forum of Wasteland OL is so chaotic every day, why hasn't it been blocked yet?
The official website has been online for more than a month, and the daily active users have almost exceeded 10,000, and there are quite a few people.
The kid named Ye Ao must have reported it a lot.
However, it really didn't work at all.
"It's outrageous."
Including being able to deliver helmets to the player's doorstep without anyone noticing, if this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is really outrageous.
It's just like magic...
Playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, Chu Guang leaned back in the chair and smacked his tongue.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of the "morphogenetic field" mentioned in the recording.
"Xiao Qi."
Xiao Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.
"What's the matter, Master."
Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
"Have you heard of the morphogenetic field?"
"Is it the main research topic of Shelter 404?"
"Huh?" Chu Guang sat up from his chair in surprise, looking at the wastebasket squatting in the corner and asked, "Do you know?"
"Master... I said before that the information Xiao Qi archived was obtained from you." Xiao Qi's voice sounded a little helpless.
Okay.
I was happy in vain.
But it was an irrelevant matter anyway.
Chu Guang leaned back in his chair, threw away the pen in his hand, picked up the mouse, opened "Stars" in his inventory, and started a new round of watching the sea.
...
Since being equipped with the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiaoqi's vision has expanded a lot.
The silver-white ball usually hovers quietly about 50 to 100 meters above the outpost base. No one will notice such a small dot.
If necessary, it can be moved and deployed around the park. As long as it does not fly more than three kilometers, the signal is very good.
Through the VM device worn on his arm, Chu Guang only needs to use his index finger to gently swipe on the touch screen to drag the drone horizontally to redeploy.
This feeling is just like playing an RTS game with a God's perspective.
The only pity is that the players have their own ideas, and he can't select the blue man on the screen for micro-manipulation.
Otherwise it would be the same as an RTS game.
It was so much fun to spy on the screen. Chu Guang, holding the VM, dragged the drone to the entrance of Street 76 to observe the players who were playing in the greenhouse ruins. Then he dragged the drone to the mutant tribe to see what the green-skinned muscle guys were doing.
Well, it seems to be quite busy.
There were a few more corpses at the entrance of the village, but the strange thing was that except for the sentries, none of the muscle guys came out of the village.
Where did these corpses come from?
Did they come out of thin air?
It's a pity that the mutants like to use wood to build the dome in the village, and there are rags and clothes hanging in the corridors. You can't see the situation inside from a high altitude.
Maybe?
Should I randomly pick a little player to go in and give him a head?
It's not impossible.
Until the drone ran out of battery and triggered the automatic return, Chu Guang reluctantly put away the VM and returned the control of the drone to Xiao Qi.
…
It was approaching dusk.
The market in front of the north gate was very lively.
There were people selling barbecue, performing mushroom eating, selling clothes, knives, and even "Goblin Bazookas".
It must be said that these players are all talented. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can create content and have fun.
The natives living nearby were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here.
However, they were embarrassed to get too close.
In addition, they were short of money and had no silver coins. After watching for a while with envy, they quietly left.
"The market of the blue coats is so lively."
"The clothes they make are so beautiful, and the people are beautiful too."
"I saw the shells of the split-claw crabs. They made scales with the shells of the split-claw crabs? Although it doesn't look very durable, they actually killed the split-claw crabs!"
"They actually grilled meat with charcoal. It's really luxurious."
"It would be nice to do business with them..."
"Yeah, children can't just drink milk. When they grow up, they still need to eat porridge or paste... Their yams are good, and they are much bigger than the ones we see in the north."
"I don't know if they need temporary workers. There are not many prey in winter. It would be nice if I could exchange my strength for some money."
"I want to save money to buy an axe. Their axes seem to be stronger than ours. They are made of steel... I have only seen steel tools in large survivor bases."
Sitting in front of the fire in the center of the village, the refugees ate flatbreads, drank hot camel milk, whispered quietly, and all of them had envy on their faces.
Those blue coats didn't need to pile up a big and high bonfire to keep warm like them, but used small torches dipped in black tar to light up the entire camp.
It's so rich!
But envy is envy.
The dignity of status is engraved in DNA.
They are already very satisfied to have a place to stay next to the stronghold of a big force and not be expelled.
At least the current life is quite satisfying.
Looking at the curling black smoke floating in the camp in the distance, Wu Tiefu, who was sitting with the tribesmen, fell into a long contemplation.
No words all night.
The next morning.
Wu Tiefu went to the outpost alone. After asking the guard on duty at the gate, he met Chu Guang who had just come up from the shelter.
"Respected sir, I have something to ask for your help!"
Again?
Chu Guang yawned.
"Seeds are not for loan, so let's not talk about this."
Wu Tiefu looked embarrassed and explained with his head down.
"I was abrupt last time. This time I came to you not for seeds."
Chu Guang looked at him curiously.
"Oh? You say."
Wu Tiefu didn't beat around the bush and said straightforwardly.
"My people want to set up a stall at the market at your north gate. I beg you to allow us to borrow a piece of land the size of a camel skin."
How big is a piece of land the size of a camel skin?
Chu Guang had never used such a strange quantifier.
However, the point is not the area.
"Setting up a stall, eh? What do you want to trade?"
Wu Tiefu continued.
"Some leather products, picked up parts, tools we made ourselves, and prey... I guarantee you with my head that my people will not cause you trouble. We just want to exchange some grains and potatoes to feed our children."
It's okay to use the head as a guarantee.
General survivor settlements are actually very reluctant to do business with refugees. After all, these wandering people usually have difficulty in bringing out any good things, and no one likes barbaric stall owners.
But if you look at the problem from another angle...
Chu Guang thought for a moment.
With an idea in mind, he looked at the patriarch in front of him and said.
"I can allow you to enter the market at the north gate, but you must abide by the rules we set. Such as ensuring that the business items are in line with public order and good customs, keeping the road in front of the stall clean and tidy, not obstructing traffic, prohibiting private fighting, prohibiting forced buying and selling, prohibiting private slave trading, prohibiting the sale of addictive drugs, etc."
"In addition, when operating a stall in our market, you must and can only use our legal currency. The quality of any goods sold must also be guaranteed. If a dispute occurs, everything is subject to the provisions in the terms and the arbitration results."
"The specific details are posted on the notice board at the north gate. If you can accept it, I will give you a stall."
Wu Tiefu nodded respectfully.
"We are willing to accept it, sir."
"I hope you have seriously considered the weight behind this "willingness," Chu Guang looked at him and said, "Then it's decided."
...
In fact, Chu Guang had considered carefully before allowing these nomads to deepen their exchanges with the players.
This was much earlier than Wu Tiefu's initiative to come to the door.
As long as it is managed properly, appropriate trade can promote the relationship between the two sides.
The players got benefits, the natives got rations, and I naturally stuffed copper and silver coins into the pockets of the natives.
This wave is of course a win-win situation.
Maybe it should be called a win-win situation?
After all, I won three times.
Evening.
The little players who went out to work returned to the outpost one after another with today's spoils.
Just when they were about to set up a stall at the north gate market to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that an NPC stall appeared at the north gate?
Aren't all NPCs doing business in the base?
Is it because the prosperity has increased, triggering a hidden plot?
In front of the stall, two NPC girls wearing animal skins and dressed in exotic styles sat on the ground, with a pot of charcoal next to them for heating.
Both of them were young, the older one was only in his early twenties, and behaved calmly and quietly. The younger one was about fifteen or sixteen years old, blinking her big eyes and looking around, full of curiosity about everything here.
They were probably sisters.
The light of the charcoal reflected on their wheat-colored cheeks, covering up their malnourished complexion, and looked rosy and shiny.
In front of them was a camel skin, on which were placed some colorful stone ornaments, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, holsters and other small items, as well as freshly slaughtered hyena meat.
And it was top-quality leg meat and tenderloin.
In addition, there are some freshly squeezed milk, which is placed in containers such as iron cans and aluminum cans. In short, there are everything on the stalls.
Although the players are not short of prey, they are still full of curiosity about the NPC that suddenly appeared in the player trading market.
"Why is this NPC in our market?"
"So cute!"
"Where is brother Mole? You know what I mean."
"Fuck! You only know the book, who is it if you are banned?"
"Uh, we haven't talked about the book yet."
"!!!"
"The tail feels so big!"
Chu Guang was also very curious about what these natives were selling, so he walked to the stall and took a look.
Seeing that the manager was coming, the players immediately made way and waited excitedly for the plot to be triggered.
Chu Guang looked at the two people and asked.
"What are your names?"
Just as the older one was about to speak, the younger one stretched out his arms and raised his hand to answer with great enthusiasm.
"My name is Qiuye!"
Chu Guang probably understood the naming style of this tribe. It is estimated that they named their names based on what they saw and what happened during the journey.
At least it sounds more normal than Iron Axe.
"Where's your sister?"
"Qiucao!"
"Puff."
Chu Guang almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.
But he managed to hold back.
"...What a good name."
Secretly observing the expression on the face of the administrator, the older sister whispered.
"Sir, my sister is still young and lacks discipline. If I offend you... please punish me, and please don't embarrass her."
"No, my sister is very cute."
After asking so many questions, it would seem stingy if I didn't buy anything.
Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall. Next to each item, there were Arabic numerals with wooden signs clearly marked with prices according to the rules he set.
These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly to make it easier for players to understand.
Very good, these refugees are very obedient.
It is not as "evil" as the rumors say.
Putting down a silver coin, Chu Guang picked a smaller plastic bottle.
"Try camel milk."
Qiu Ye: "Ah, camel milk is the bottle next to it-"
"It's okay, milk will do."
After that, Chu Guang took the plastic bottle and went to Ya Ya for identification.
The little girl wanted to chase after her to explain, but her sister, who was blushing and silent the whole time, held her back, shook her head at her, and whispered.
"We can't go through that door, run around in the market, or talk back to that adult, understand?"
"Everything here belongs to him, just give him whatever he wants."
Besides, he paid the money very obediently.
Although his tone may be a bit harsh, he is a benevolent ruler.
The little girl looked aggrieved.
She was obviously kind-hearted, but she was still scolded by her sister.
"Okay."
She said this, but she was still feeling anxious.
That is definitely not camel milk…
The sister smiled gently and touched her sister's head.
"Be good."
The players around were discussing the plot just now. Although some versions were outrageous, they also guessed roughly.
Especially when they saw that the manager had bought it, they followed suit.
"Give me a dagger set!"
"Which one is camel milk? I want camel milk! Eh? Is that how it's pronounced?"
"The one just now is gone!"
"What is this fruit? It looks black. Can it be eaten?"
"Who cares? Buy it and let Boss Crow try it and you'll know."