Chapter 110 Sir, I Want To Borrow Some Seeds From You

Mission: Devil Moth Hunt (Repeatable)

Introduction: Devil Moths have built a nest in the greenhouse ruins, where it has things like fusion batteries or emergency reactors. Those are the things we need the most at the moment.

Requirements: Bring back 1 Devil Moth corpse

Reward: 1 Silver Coin

Mission: Devil Moth's Cocoon (Repeatable)

Introduction: Devil Moth's cocoon is a good thing. We can use their silk to weave cloth and make clothes or armor. And it is said that the pupa inside seems to be edible.

Requirement: Bring back 1 Devil Moth's cocoon

Reward: 5 silver

Mission: Clearing the first floor of the greenhouse ruins

Introduction: We need to open up the road to the underground of the greenhouse ruins, and 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.

Old Brother Mole led a group of players who had just finished battling with Devil Moths and returned from the direction of the greenhouse ruins, singing the triumphant song of victory, and pulling the five vehicles full of spoils.

"Sparrows that had satisfying sex~ are sleeping naked on the antenna pole~"

"Pig bones, bring them to marinate, but I forgot to wash the eggs~"

"What the fuck, what song are you singing?"

"Yeah, what the hell are you singing? 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~"

"Fuck, who can sew this mole's mouth up?"

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

"No! Ah, ah, ah! I've made a contribution to the administrator! I've bled for the outpost! You can't do this to me~"

It turned out that the number of Devil Moths was not truly unlimited. If they couldn't be wiped out in one go, then the players would try to clear them out the second time. If the players couldn't wipe them out the second time, then they would repeat the mission until they could kill all the Devil Moths.

In the last two days, eighteen players formed a "531 formation" according to Brother Mole's strategy and divided into two teams to attack in turn, killing and wounding a large number of Devil Moths in the narrow passage.

Some of the Devil Moths were burned, and some others were stabbed to death by cold weapons.

Interestingly, these Devil Moths did not seem to have entirely inherited the habits of moths; they appeared to have evolved a special practice similar to hive consciousness.

When the number of moths dropped to a certain level, these insects suddenly gave up their suicidal attack and retreated to the nest to protect the cocoons. And under the cover of the shadows, they began to attack the players who had entered their nest.

This sudden change had caused some impact on the tactics and formation of the players..

According to Old Brother Mole's understanding, the devs had most likely found out that they were abusing "the glitch" and using it kill the spawn monsters, so they adjusted the server parameters.

But it was not a big problem.

The remaining Devil Moth on the first floor was no longer enough to form a deadly threat.

The strength type players were still in the front row, and the agile type players were doing damage in the back. A group of people quickly harvested the Devil Moth cocoons near the exit of the passage, picked up the bodies of Devil Moth near the exit, and returned home with rich spoils.

Although they paid the price of one death and one severely injured, compared to the gains of the trip, the loss was not worth mentioning at all.

More than a hundred Devil Moth corpses were piled up into a hill, and there were more than a hundred football-sized cocoons. If it wasn't for a group of Devil Moths that swarmed up behind them, they would have been able to take a little more.

Coupled with the few psychoid leaves harvested from the planting unit, the total income from the mission reached 841 silver coins!

Which was 41 silver per person!

Of course, it was definitely impossible to divide the money equally. Human life and equipment loss were all costs. But no matter what, everyone could still get more than 33 silver coins at least.

This was so much better than making bricks.

The group passed through the east gate.

After exchanging goods from the outpost, Iron Axe Wu and a few native people who had just come out just happened to see the Devil Moth corpses and a pile of moth cocoons on the wooden cart, their faces quickly filled with shock.

Of course they knew what those were.

Especially in summer, when psychoid leaves grew most luxuriantly, this thing was simply the god of death on the wasteland, and no one was able to survive on its path.

However, why did this thing appear in Qingquan City?

And where did the psychoid leaves come from?

This damn weather was already several degrees below zero. Didn't the moths here need hibernation?

"They can even kill the Devil Moth..."

"Incredible! How did they do it?"

"They came from the east... East, where Devil Moth lives."

"We'd better stay away."

The tribe members with shofar potatoes on their shoulders whispered, but Iron Axe Wu, the leader of the tribe, had other things in mind.

Along the way from the northern part of the River Valley Province, they had gone through countless dangerous battles to get here.

In one of the most dangerous battles, his father and uncle were both killed in the struggle to escape from the guns of the slave traders' slave teams.

There were more than fifty young and middle-aged men in the tribe originally, but now, there were only around twenty left, and the rest were old and weak women and children who had not even been weaned.

Now that there were strong people who were willing to protect them, it was time to seize the opportunity and recover the number of their tribe members.

However, the problem now was that due to the previous series of heavy losses, the number of women in the tribe who could bear children far exceeded the number of men who were fertile, and many of them were still related by blood.

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

And these powerful warriors seemed to be the best choice.

Recalling the long conversation between the elders of the tribe and him last night, Iron Axe Wu didn't say a word on the way back.

After instructing the tribe members to store the food they had exchanged, he returned to the outpost alone and found the ruler here at the door of the nursing home.

"Sir."

Chu Guang glanced at him. "What's the matter?"

Iron Axe Wu lowered his head and said in a nervous voice. "I want to borrow some seeds from you."

Borrowing seeds?

Strange, this nomad knows how to farm?

Chu Guang thought it was interesting and said with a smile. "Unfortunately, we don't have any seeds. I'm afraid I can't help with this. Besides, the snow is so heavy outside, and the soil is already frozen. Even if you get the seeds, I'm afraid you won't be able to plant them."

Iron Axe Wu scratched the back of his head. "No, sir. You may have misunderstood what I meant. What I want to borrow from you... is not that kind of seed, but that kind of seed."

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

Iron Axe Wu didn't dare to delay and explained quickly. "It's, it's human seeds."

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

What the hell?

Either I heard it wrong or I misunderstood it.

What does he mean about borrowing human seeds? !

Noticing the change in the expression on Chu Guang's face, Iron Axe Wu was dazed for a moment, not understanding why Chu Guang would have such a big reaction.

But he continued to lower himself and pleaded sincerely. "Our tribe has lost many men in the battle a few days ago, so we urgently need fresh blood. We dare not ask for your bloodline, but only hope that you will allow the unmarried young women in our tribe to stay in your camp for a few days."

"We won't let you help us for free. In exchange, we are willing to donate a camel skin and a dagger to the father of each newborn."

Hearing this, Chu Guang finally understood what this guy meant.

Come to think of it, this kind of practice was not shameful to those people.

For large and prosperous tribes, in addition to the intra-tribe marriage, they would also attack other people to obtain slaves, and reproduce offspring through slaves. Small tribes that were not prosperous could only rely on the stronger force and get fresh blood from them.

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

Besides, even if I want to help, I have no ability to help.

Chu Guang had read the instruction manual of the culture chamber before. He remembered very clearly that the genetic factors of these clones seemed to make it very difficult for them to impregnate a woman.

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

Especially the mutants sequence, the genetic factors could not be stably passed down to the next generation at all, and even its function was directly castrated due to chromosomal abnormalities.

Besides, Wasteland Online was a fun-oriented game that focused on leisure.

Without thinking about it, Chu Guang decisively refused on the players behalf.

Family friendly game?

Iron Axe Wu was confused and didn't understand what Chu Guang meant.

However, looking at the expression on Chu Guang’s face, he did not seem satisfied with his proposal.

After thinking about, he kind of understood it. After all, they were wanderers from the wilderness.

Even out of fear of disease, this leader would not allow the young labor force of his own tribe to waste their vigorous energy on foreign women.

"I'm sorry for making such an abrupt request." Iron Axe Wu bowed his head with regret and shame on his face, and after expressing his sincere apology, he turned around and returned under the curious eyes of the surrounding players.

The players whispered to each other quietly.

"What were they talking about?"

"I don't know."

"Farming! I heard Dear Administrator mention 'Seed'! I know that word!"

"All you know is farming."

...historical

Late night.

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

The flames flickered in the snow.

The refugees sat around the campfire, played flutes made of animal bones, sang songs, and ate thick broth and dark scones, celebrating the end of the journey and praying for the newborn.

Although the players were curious, they did not approach, but just stood on the wall and watched from afar.

"What kind of tune are they playing?"

"I have never heard it before. Maybe it's the BGM of the alpha 0.5 version. Didn't they say that the new version will focus on the development of human-computer interaction systems. But I didn't expect that the development team would be this incredible. Even the refugees in the wasteland have their own background stories."

"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 still want to play it?"

"God damn it, can you not ruin all the nice things? "

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

"Thank you, I don't want to know this, so please stop."

It was not just the players who were curious.

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

Unexpectedly, these refugees actually had their own unique culture.

These settings could be updated on the official website for those non-testing players to pass the time and satisfy their cravings.

But what should I call these people?

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

"This tune is surprisingly good."

"Would you like 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 can pass through, the audio can be recorded by the frequency of the vibration of the object."

"You even have this ability?! "

"Yes, as long as it is within the range of several hundred meters. I can also remove the audio noise."

"...... Then you can record it."

It was not bad to record this song as the original soundtrack of this game, and then upload it into the database of the official website. It could be used to describe the customs of the wasteland.

After 12 midnight.

Chu Guang returned to the shelter with Little Seven in his arms, then turned on the system and checked his Administrator Allowance.

In the past half a month, he actually saved 222 points.

"Two advanced blind boxes, two intermediate blind boxes, and two primary.. I'll draw it right now."

It just happened that all the lollipops were almost finished.

There was no point in saving points. There were daily tasks to do every day. Now the number of players has increased. If he was lucky, he could save more than ten or twenty points a day. Even if he was unlucky, he would still get seven or eight points a day.

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

Light blue light flickered.

The wall on one side of the resident lobby shook slightly, and as the alloy door opened, the reward from the blind box was delivered along the conveyor belt.

From the two primary blind boxes, a bag of 500g white sugar and a bag of 500g salt were obtained, and a box of antibiotics and a therapeutic syringe were obtained from the intermediate blind box.

All in all, it was not bad, and even Chu Guang himself was a little surprised that he was so lucky. Although there were no syringes that could add buffs, the sugar, salt and medicine were all good things.

As for the advanced blind box...

To be honest, it was a bit unlucky.

"A mechanical compound bow with sight. It seems to have a motor on it, and it can also be equipped with batteries. But there is no special arrow?"

Chu Guang couldn't shoot arrows, so he decided to leave the bow to the players.

"And what is this... a grenade?" Chu Guang picked up a silver-white orb from the conveyor belt, but after checking for a long time, he couldn't find the pull ring.

He threw it up lightly in his hand, and weighed it, but still couldn't figure out how to use this thing.

Seemingly unable to watch Chu Guang making a fool of himself, Little Seven, who was quietly squatting aside, reminded weakly.

"Master..."

"That's not how you use that thing."

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