[ Mission: Nomads from the Wilderness.]
[ Briefing: A group of unidentified nomads came from the north, no matter what purpose they have, we must be prepared. ]
[ Explanation: Players within 30m of Manager will automatically trigger the task, and they can enter the recruiting state by following Manager with a "Weapon". ]
[ Reward: 1 silver coin. ]
...
Wetland Park North.
A group of ragged refugees stopped.
The burly man walked to the front of the crowd, raised his head with neither humble nor overbearing eyes, and looked at Lucius standing in front of the north gate of the Wetland Park.
"We didn't mean to offend, we just wanted to go to the lake and get some water."
From the footsteps and respectful eyes of others, it can be seen that this person should be their leader.
Lucius glanced slightly at the crowd following him. There were about sixty or seventy people... maybe seventy or eighty people, including some children, the elderly, pregnant women and even babies.
It is unlikely to be a predator. In terms of property, these men had two cows, a bull, two calves, and eight camels loaded with luggage and supplies.
In terms of weapons, there are only five guns that can be seen, and the rest are bows and arrows, short crossbows, shovels, axes, hoes and even wooden sticks.
It only takes one charge to crush this mob, and these supplies will undoubtedly be his spoils.
The only question is whether to continue to be a person. Behind him are nearly fifty players with guns on guard.
Lucius did not order to attack, but looked at the group of refugees who came from afar.
"The front of you is my territory. You can continue south along the elevated highway out of the city, or leave here north."
There was a commotion among the crowd. A look of embarrassment appeared on the man's face.
"We need fresh water, without it our livestock will die of thirst."
"The city has everything you need, and besides, the ground is full of snow. There are Split-Claw Crabs on the east and south banks of Lonia Lake, so it's not a good place to get water."
"The water in the city is frozen, and we don't have enough fuel to melt the snow. As for the Split Claw Crabs, they are no more terrifying than the monsters in the city."
The old man beside the man took a step forward, lowered his eyebrows and begged, "I beg you to show mercy, we will not disturb you."
If everyone told the truth, the world wouldn't be what it is now.
The expression on Lucius's face was indifferent, weighing gains and losses in his heart. If this group of people is allowed to camp by the lake, it is hard to say whether they can be driven away smoothly.
Maybe their next step is to cut trees to build camps, pile up soil to resist fortresses, and even take over their relatives from afar. In the end, there are more and more refugees, and those expelled become aborigines instead.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland, it can even be said to be quite common, and it often ends in bloody conflicts.
But think about it another way... These people are the labor force, and they can take up positions that players are unwilling to do, or are too lazy to do..And they have a wealth of hunting experience and knowledge of surviving in the wasteland, which may allow his players to learn some interesting things. Overall, the opportunities outweigh the risks.
Lucius raised his chin and looked at the man in front of him.
"I still say that, the land in front of you is our territory, every tree and even every piece of soil here is ours."
"But out of mercy, I now give you two choices. Either accept our placement, abide by our laws, and camp at the designated location. Or, get out of here."
The man glanced apprehensively at the group of heavily armed soldiers behind Lucius, and said cautiously.
"I need to discuss it with my clan."
Lucius nodded.
"I'll give you ten minutes."
In fact, it didn't take ten minutes at all.
Several ragged refugees gathered together, and after some discussion, the man finally stood in front of Lucius again, offering his shotgun with both hands.
"We are willing to accept your placement."
Lucius didn't expect that he would hand in his weapon on his own initiative.
But think about it too. After all, he had already said that the park in front of him was his territory. It is also reasonable to enter someone else's territory and ask for shelter, and surrender the gun. Hunting bows and crossbows are permitted to remain.
Lucius placed this group of people a hundred meters outside the east gate of the outpost, and set aside a piece of land the size of a basketball court, allowing them to cut down wood in the area and set up their homes here.
There was a trench and a wall between the two sides, plus a buffer distance of 100 meters, Lucius was not worried that they would cause any storms.
What's more, there is Popo squatting on the roof. If there is any movement, I will know it immediately.
"What's your name."
The man answered with a thick voice.
"Iron Axe, my lord."
"Iron Axe?"
"Yes, my lord, that is what my people call me. When I was six years old, I used an ax to chop off the skull of a predator."
Lucius's expression was a little subtle.
"Your name is very unique, but it is not convenient for us to communicate, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings. In this way, from now on, your surname is 'Wade', 'Iron Axe' is your first name, and the combination is Iron Axe Wade."
Although it is still a mouthful to read, it is not a big problem to use it.
These nomads have no culture, and they are not as good as the survivors in the settlement. You can't expect two doggerels to come out of their mouths.
If I give him a name that is too literary, he may not even understand what it means.
"Thank you for giving me the name, I will be Iron Axe Wade from now on!"
For the Lord in front of him to give him a name, this burly man has no objection, and is even a little flattered. In the tradition of their tribe, only the fathers can give names to the younger generation.
Now the whole group of me live under the fence of others, relying on others to make a living, this lord gave him a surname, which undoubtedly means a kind of acceptance and protection. At least in his understanding, this is a good thing!
Seeing Iron Axe Wade nodding, Lucius continued.
"Our laws are very simple. Fighting, stealing, murder, coercion, and intimidation are all prohibited. You are free to go to the lake to get water, but you must not interfere with those who fish there. Except for your camp, the woods Trees are not allowed to be cut down without my consent, if you need wood, you can get it from outside the park.”
"In addition, useful parts and metals collected by scavengers, as well as prey or other useful things can be exchanged for things in our warehouse."
"But remember, only from 6:00 to 7:00 in the evening every day, you can send people to send trading materials to our warehouse, and you are not allowed to step through our gate at other times."
"The rest of the specific terms, I will send my servants to you later. Speaking of which, are your people literate?"
Iron Axe Wade nodded quickly.
"Several old people in the family know a little bit, and I can do a little bit too."
"Very good," Lucius nodded his head looking at this hulking man, "You can learn it when you have time, it will be good for you."
...
After settling the refugees who wandered from other places, Lucius dismissed the conscripted players, and each sent a silver coin to let them do their own work.
These refugees were also very honest and did not cause trouble for Lucius. After drawing the boundary, they used axes to chop trees there and concentrated on setting up camp.
For the standards of their camp, Lucius did not make very strict requirements, only emphasizing the two aspects of hygiene and security.
That is, it is not allowed to defecate anywhere, which provides a breeding ground for bacteria to multiply. All excreta must be stored centrally and transported to designated locations for dumping. Lucius also asked for the same for the survivors who lived in brick kilns.
In addition, the fence of the station must not be higher than two meters. If a house is to be built in the future, the building must not be higher than the east wall of the outpost.
However, these rules are actually a bit redundant for these refugees. Not to mention walls and toilets, they are already very satisfied if they can sleep in a place where there is no air leakage and do not freeze the children. In this way, the two sides passed the night peacefully.
In the early morning of the next day, the group of refugees got out of the temporary shacks and continued to work.
The men consciously took their fellows to fetch water from the lake, dug wells with shovels, cut down trees with axes, and continued to build huts with the collected materials.
Women and the elderly stay at the garrison, tending the animals, or mending clothes, repairing broken tools, setting up cauldrons and preparing lunch.
The players watched curiously for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back their curiosity, and took the initiative to communicate with these natives.
At first, these natives were a little scared, but then they gradually realized that these people were not malicious, and gradually they became less worried.
Although the two parties did not understand each other's language, they could still understand each other's meaning with a few hand gestures.
For example, gestures that even a monkey can understand - I want to trade "This" for "That" with you.
Having said that, there is also a small episode. Combining the posts and comments on the official website, Lucius discovered a very interesting phenomenon during his secret observation.
These players are actually pretty smart. After discovering that "Wasteland OL" has indeed created a language, they have mastered the two most basic nouns "You" and "I" very early.
Then it is not difficult to learn high-frequency words such as "Hyena", "Air-dried meat", "Wood", "Prey", and "Fish" that often appear in tasks.
When some veteran players hear NPCs talking about it, they can guess what the NPCs want to express.
As for more difficult verbs, adjectives that appear less frequently, and modal particles in special contexts, relatively advanced and obscure grammar, etc., they are rarely used in daily communication, and how to pronounce some parts Translation, the sophisticated parties among the players did not reach a unified consensus.
In fact, it is a very long process to fully master an unfamiliar language. This cannot be done by a "Big guy" writing a few papers out of nothing.
Especially the mastery of a system usually requires the two civilizations to reach a consensus on certain objective things, behaviors, and even deeper philosophical concepts during long-term contact and exchanges.
The more developed a civilization, both materially and spiritually, the wider its vocabulary and the more flexible its grammar.
Their language even contains many nouns, verbs, and adjectives that low-level civilizations don't understand, and the difficulty of deciphering is naturally even greater. However, if it's just daily communication, it's not as difficult as imagined.
Maybe in a few years or more than ten years, maybe there will be players who can talk to the natives without the help of translation tools... If someone is really so bored, they don't take the exams for the fourth and sixth grades, and come to learn the language in the game The words of the birds.
Lucius hasn't decided yet whether to help them or not, so he decided to take advantage of the closed beta stage to observe before making a decision.
After understanding the trading intentions of these players, these refugees also took out their good things.
They have air-dried meat, which includes meat from hunting hyenas, beef from slaughtered livestock, and camel meat. In addition, they also have furs of various animals, as well as some leather goods such as slings and scabbards made by themselves.
However, what surprised the players the most was that these natives actually had such good things as cow milk and camel milk! It's so cool to unlock two recipes at the same time!
"Brothers! You can trade furs with these people! And can buy cow milk and camel milk!"
"Three kilograms of croissants can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried hyena meat!"
"One kilogram of croissants only costs 3 silver coins... What the hell?! That is to say, 3 silver coins can be exchanged for 1 kilogram of air-dried hyena meat! Buy it in the NPC warehouse, 3 silver coins can buy 600g, right?!"
"Change the hyena meat for the ass! Haven't you eaten enough yet? Oh, I haven't eaten camel meat in reality. I'll go to the warehouse to change something first, and I'll try it for two silver coins!"
"This pot of camel milk is only a little bit...it smells so fishy, can I drink it?"
"Alpha version 0.5 is awesome! Planner Dad is invincible!!!"
"These natives also sell leather goods and iron products! But... I feel that the quality is not good enough."
The natives looked at the blue coats in bewilderment. Although they couldn't understand what they were saying, they felt that those people seemed very excited.
If so, it's a little more expensive... It should be fine, right?
...
Players quickly brought the news to the official website.
After a while, Brother Tomorrow, who never disappoints, summed up a strategy.
It is the most cost-effective to exchange coarse salt for air-dried meat. 100 grams of coarse salt can be exchanged for air-dried meat made from one kilogram of hyena meat.
The former only costs 2 silver coins in the NPC's warehouse, while the latter costs 5 silver coins to buy in the NPC's warehouse!
However, this method can only be used to swipe supplies, and it is not realistic to use it to swipe money.
First of all, the buying and selling prices of NPC warehouses are different, and the difference between the buying and selling prices of the same item can even reach 1:10.
The air-dried meat in exchange is either eaten by oneself or sold to other players at a low price. It is impossible to dump a large amount of warehouses for cash.
It is actually impossible to sell to other players. Once the news spreads, there will be no information difference, and it is naturally impossible to make money by using the information difference. Who will be the one to be taken advantage of?
Another unrealistic reason is that the price of goods in the game changes due to changes in supply and demand.
Not long after Brother Fang Tomorrow's post was posted, the "Bug" of collecting materials was fixed by an invisible big hand.
Later, another player took 100 grams of coarse salt and wanted to exchange meat with the natives who came from afar, but the other party refused.
They no longer lack salt, and their first need is to be full. As for camel milk and cow milk, they still need to save some to feed the babies in the village, at least not for now.
The only things that can be traded are furs, leather goods, and some gadgets that don't have any attribute bonuses, but are just beautiful.
The players didn't have many silver coins in their pockets, not enough to squander them at will. Besides, the leather goods and clothes made by these natives were not as good-looking as those made by Shuri Hut.
"Skin" without attributes, of course, appearance is more important! The trading boom that had just heated up has come to an end for the time being.
[ Mission: Nomads from the Wilderness.]
[ Briefing: A group of unidentified nomads came from the north, no matter what purpose they have, we must be prepared. ]
[ Explanation: Players within 30m of Manager will automatically trigger the task, and they can enter the recruiting state by following Manager with a "Weapon". ]
[ Reward: 1 silver coin. ]
...
Wetland Park North.
A group of ragged refugees stopped.
The burly man walked to the front of the crowd, raised his head with neither humble nor overbearing eyes, and looked at Lucius standing in front of the north gate of the Wetland Park.
"We didn't mean to offend, we just wanted to go to the lake and get some water."
From the footsteps and respectful eyes of others, it can be seen that this person should be their leader.
Lucius glanced slightly at the crowd following him. There were about sixty or seventy people... maybe seventy or eighty people, including some children, the elderly, pregnant women and even babies.
It is unlikely to be a predator. In terms of property, these men had two cows, a bull, two calves, and eight camels loaded with luggage and supplies.
In terms of weapons, there are only five guns that can be seen, and the rest are bows and arrows, short crossbows, shovels, axes, hoes and even wooden sticks.
It only takes one charge to crush this mob, and these supplies will undoubtedly be his spoils.
The only question is whether to continue to be a person. Behind him are nearly fifty players with guns on guard.
Lucius did not order to attack, but looked at the group of refugees who came from afar.
"The front of you is my territory. You can continue south along the elevated highway out of the city, or leave here north."
There was a commotion among the crowd. A look of embarrassment appeared on the man's face.
"We need fresh water, without it our livestock will die of thirst."
"The city has everything you need, and besides, the ground is full of snow. There are Split-Claw Crabs on the east and south banks of Lonia Lake, so it's not a good place to get water."
"The water in the city is frozen, and we don't have enough fuel to melt the snow. As for the Split Claw Crabs, they are no more terrifying than the monsters in the city."
The old man beside the man took a step forward, lowered his eyebrows and begged, "I beg you to show mercy, we will not disturb you."
If everyone told the truth, the world wouldn't be what it is now.
The expression on Lucius's face was indifferent, weighing gains and losses in his heart. If this group of people is allowed to camp by the lake, it is hard to say whether they can be driven away smoothly.
Maybe their next step is to cut trees to build camps, pile up soil to resist fortresses, and even take over their relatives from afar. In the end, there are more and more refugees, and those expelled become aborigines instead.
This kind of thing is not uncommon in the wasteland, it can even be said to be quite common, and it often ends in bloody conflicts.
But think about it another way... These people are the labor force, and they can take up positions that players are unwilling to do, or are too lazy to do..And they have a wealth of hunting experience and knowledge of surviving in the wasteland, which may allow his players to learn some interesting things. Overall, the opportunities outweigh the risks.
Lucius raised his chin and looked at the man in front of him.
"I still say that, the land in front of you is our territory, every tree and even every piece of soil here is ours."
"But out of mercy, I now give you two choices. Either accept our placement, abide by our laws, and camp at the designated location. Or, get out of here."
The man glanced apprehensively at the group of heavily armed soldiers behind Lucius, and said cautiously.
"I need to discuss it with my clan."
Lucius nodded.
"I'll give you ten minutes."
In fact, it didn't take ten minutes at all.
Several ragged refugees gathered together, and after some discussion, the man finally stood in front of Lucius again, offering his shotgun with both hands.
"We are willing to accept your placement."
Lucius didn't expect that he would hand in his weapon on his own initiative.
But think about it too. After all, he had already said that the park in front of him was his territory. It is also reasonable to enter someone else's territory and ask for shelter, and surrender the gun. Hunting bows and crossbows are permitted to remain.
Lucius placed this group of people a hundred meters outside the east gate of the outpost, and set aside a piece of land the size of a basketball court, allowing them to cut down wood in the area and set up their homes here.
There was a trench and a wall between the two sides, plus a buffer distance of 100 meters, Lucius was not worried that they would cause any storms.
What's more, there is Popo squatting on the roof. If there is any movement, I will know it immediately.
"What's your name."
The man answered with a thick voice.
"Iron Axe, my lord."
"Iron Axe?"
"Yes, my lord, that is what my people call me. When I was six years old, I used an ax to chop off the skull of a predator."
Lucius's expression was a little subtle.
"Your name is very unique, but it is not convenient for us to communicate, and it is easy to cause misunderstandings. In this way, from now on, your surname is 'Wade', 'Iron Axe' is your first name, and the combination is Iron Axe Wade."
Although it is still a mouthful to read, it is not a big problem to use it.
These nomads have no culture, and they are not as good as the survivors in the settlement. You can't expect two doggerels to come out of their mouths.
If I give him a name that is too literary, he may not even understand what it means.
"Thank you for giving me the name, I will be Iron Axe Wade from now on!"
For the Lord in front of him to give him a name, this burly man has no objection, and is even a little flattered. In the tradition of their tribe, only the fathers can give names to the younger generation.
Now the whole group of me live under the fence of others, relying on others to make a living, this lord gave him a surname, which undoubtedly means a kind of acceptance and protection. At least in his understanding, this is a good thing!
Seeing Iron Axe Wade nodding, Lucius continued.
"Our laws are very simple. Fighting, stealing, murder, coercion, and intimidation are all prohibited. You are free to go to the lake to get water, but you must not interfere with those who fish there. Except for your camp, the woods Trees are not allowed to be cut down without my consent, if you need wood, you can get it from outside the park.”
"In addition, useful parts and metals collected by scavengers, as well as prey or other useful things can be exchanged for things in our warehouse."
"But remember, only from 6:00 to 7:00 in the evening every day, you can send people to send trading materials to our warehouse, and you are not allowed to step through our gate at other times."
"The rest of the specific terms, I will send my servants to you later. Speaking of which, are your people literate?"
Iron Axe Wade nodded quickly.
"Several old people in the family know a little bit, and I can do a little bit too."
"Very good," Lucius nodded his head looking at this hulking man, "You can learn it when you have time, it will be good for you."
...
After settling the refugees who wandered from other places, Lucius dismissed the conscripted players, and each sent a silver coin to let them do their own work.
These refugees were also very honest and did not cause trouble for Lucius. After drawing the boundary, they used axes to chop trees there and concentrated on setting up camp.
For the standards of their camp, Lucius did not make very strict requirements, only emphasizing the two aspects of hygiene and security.
That is, it is not allowed to defecate anywhere, which provides a breeding ground for bacteria to multiply. All excreta must be stored centrally and transported to designated locations for dumping. Lucius also asked for the same for the survivors who lived in brick kilns.
In addition, the fence of the station must not be higher than two meters. If a house is to be built in the future, the building must not be higher than the east wall of the outpost.
However, these rules are actually a bit redundant for these refugees. Not to mention walls and toilets, they are already very satisfied if they can sleep in a place where there is no air leakage and do not freeze the children. In this way, the two sides passed the night peacefully.
In the early morning of the next day, the group of refugees got out of the temporary shacks and continued to work.
The men consciously took their fellows to fetch water from the lake, dug wells with shovels, cut down trees with axes, and continued to build huts with the collected materials.
Women and the elderly stay at the garrison, tending the animals, or mending clothes, repairing broken tools, setting up cauldrons and preparing lunch.
The players watched curiously for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back their curiosity, and took the initiative to communicate with these natives.
At first, these natives were a little scared, but then they gradually realized that these people were not malicious, and gradually they became less worried.
Although the two parties did not understand each other's language, they could still understand each other's meaning with a few hand gestures.
For example, gestures that even a monkey can understand - I want to trade "This" for "That" with you.
Having said that, there is also a small episode. Combining the posts and comments on the official website, Lucius discovered a very interesting phenomenon during his secret observation.
These players are actually pretty smart. After discovering that "Wasteland OL" has indeed created a language, they have mastered the two most basic nouns "You" and "I" very early.
Then it is not difficult to learn high-frequency words such as "Hyena", "Air-dried meat", "Wood", "Prey", and "Fish" that often appear in tasks.
When some veteran players hear NPCs talking about it, they can guess what the NPCs want to express.
As for more difficult verbs, adjectives that appear less frequently, and modal particles in special contexts, relatively advanced and obscure grammar, etc., they are rarely used in daily communication, and how to pronounce some parts Translation, the sophisticated parties among the players did not reach a unified consensus.
In fact, it is a very long process to fully master an unfamiliar language. This cannot be done by a "Big guy" writing a few papers out of nothing.
Especially the mastery of a system usually requires the two civilizations to reach a consensus on certain objective things, behaviors, and even deeper philosophical concepts during long-term contact and exchanges.
The more developed a civilization, both materially and spiritually, the wider its vocabulary and the more flexible its grammar.
Their language even contains many nouns, verbs, and adjectives that low-level civilizations don't understand, and the difficulty of deciphering is naturally even greater. However, if it's just daily communication, it's not as difficult as imagined.
Maybe in a few years or more than ten years, maybe there will be players who can talk to the natives without the help of translation tools... If someone is really so bored, they don't take the exams for the fourth and sixth grades, and come to learn the language in the game The words of the birds.
Lucius hasn't decided yet whether to help them or not, so he decided to take advantage of the closed beta stage to observe before making a decision.
After understanding the trading intentions of these players, these refugees also took out their good things.
They have air-dried meat, which includes meat from hunting hyenas, beef from slaughtered livestock, and camel meat. In addition, they also have furs of various animals, as well as some leather goods such as slings and scabbards made by themselves.
However, what surprised the players the most was that these natives actually had such good things as cow milk and camel milk! It's so cool to unlock two recipes at the same time!
"Brothers! You can trade furs with these people! And can buy cow milk and camel milk!"
"Three kilograms of croissants can be exchanged for one kilogram of dried hyena meat!"
"One kilogram of croissants only costs 3 silver coins... What the hell?! That is to say, 3 silver coins can be exchanged for 1 kilogram of air-dried hyena meat! Buy it in the NPC warehouse, 3 silver coins can buy 600g, right?!"
"Change the hyena meat for the ass! Haven't you eaten enough yet? Oh, I haven't eaten camel meat in reality. I'll go to the warehouse to change something first, and I'll try it for two silver coins!"
"This pot of camel milk is only a little bit...it smells so fishy, can I drink it?"
"Alpha version 0.5 is awesome! Planner Dad is invincible!!!"
"These natives also sell leather goods and iron products! But... I feel that the quality is not good enough."
The natives looked at the blue coats in bewilderment. Although they couldn't understand what they were saying, they felt that those people seemed very excited.
If so, it's a little more expensive... It should be fine, right?
...
Players quickly brought the news to the official website.
After a while, Brother Tomorrow, who never disappoints, summed up a strategy.
It is the most cost-effective to exchange coarse salt for air-dried meat. 100 grams of coarse salt can be exchanged for air-dried meat made from one kilogram of hyena meat.
The former only costs 2 silver coins in the NPC's warehouse, while the latter costs 5 silver coins to buy in the NPC's warehouse!
However, this method can only be used to swipe supplies, and it is not realistic to use it to swipe money.
First of all, the buying and selling prices of NPC warehouses are different, and the difference between the buying and selling prices of the same item can even reach 1:10.
The air-dried meat in exchange is either eaten by oneself or sold to other players at a low price. It is impossible to dump a large amount of warehouses for cash.
It is actually impossible to sell to other players. Once the news spreads, there will be no information difference, and it is naturally impossible to make money by using the information difference. Who will be the one to be taken advantage of?
Another unrealistic reason is that the price of goods in the game changes due to changes in supply and demand.
Not long after Brother Fang Tomorrow's post was posted, the "Bug" of collecting materials was fixed by an invisible big hand.
Later, another player took 100 grams of coarse salt and wanted to exchange meat with the natives who came from afar, but the other party refused.
They no longer lack salt, and their first need is to be full. As for camel milk and cow milk, they still need to save some to feed the babies in the village, at least not for now.
The only things that can be traded are furs, leather goods, and some gadgets that don't have any attribute bonuses, but are just beautiful.
The players didn't have many silver coins in their pockets, not enough to squander them at will. Besides, the leather goods and clothes made by these natives were not as good-looking as those made by Shuri Hut.
"Skin" without attributes, of course, appearance is more important! The trading boom that had just heated up has come to an end for the time being.
