"You mean... a new survivor stronghold popped up out of nowhere in Wetland Park? Right under our noses?"
The flame in the brazier flickered on and off.
The man as strong as a bear was sitting on a human leather chair, his chin resting lazily on his slightly clenched right fist, looking down at the servants under the steps with a blank expression, and finished listening to the report.
His name is "Bear", just like the gnarled muscles on his body, every inch of his cell seems to be born for violence.
Most marauders of the Bloody Hand clan do not have names, except for the clan leader, or the decree who is named by the leader.
According to the tradition inherited from the last century, the leaders of the Bloody Hand clan often only have one word in their names.
For example, he knows the first boss's name was "Snake", and he was blinded by "Eagle" and thrown into the subway, allowing the eaters to share the food. Later, the "Eagle" was torn off by the "Bear" in the middle, crushed its neck, hung it on a street lamp and lit it. By now the corpse was gone, only the ugly head was left which he used to put the brazier on. The law of the jungle is followed here, and the strong is king. And he is without a doubt the strongest. And the most vicious one at the same time!
The man crawling under the steps did not dare to raise his head, and whispered in a low voice, "There was a delay when the animals prepared their tribute to you. It was dusk when we set off again. There are different species looking for food in the city. We were afraid of hurting the tribute presented by the animals, so we took the route by Lonia Lake."
"I thought that the place was inaccessible, but I didn't expect to find traces of people there as soon as I entered. My partner and I searched all the way, and finally found a hidden settlement in a forest."
"How many people?"
The man's forehead was pressed against the floor tiles.
"No more than thirty people!"
Hearing this number, there was a trace of contempt in Bear's eyes, and he was not very interested.
Only thirty people. Excluding the old and weak women, adult men who can become combatants, half of this number is already very good.
This kind of survivor stronghold usually has nothing to do with oil and water. In other words, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a livestock.
Wait for a good day to send some young people over there, the old and young will be slaughtered, and both men and women will be captured as slaves. In winter, the road was blocked by heavy snow, so I couldn't go out, so I just closed the house to have some fun. If there is less meat, you can kill some for cooking.
"What about the tribute?"
"It has been delivered to your room!"
A smile finally appeared on Bear's impatient face. That smile made people shudder, and even the flame in the basin was a little bit in a daze.
"Very well, you step back."
The man asked quickly, "The stronghold by Lonia Lake..."
Bear waved his hand impatiently.
"Wait until I wake up tomorrow."
"Yes……"
The kowtowing man obediently responded, smiling wryly in his heart, but he didn't dare to complain.
When you wake up... I'm afraid it will be this time tomorrow.
...
Early morning.
On the street not far from Beit Street, Liszt, who ordered the caravan to stop and wait, glanced at the mechanical watch in his left hand.
It was a gadget he had just bought recently. Through the transparent case, you can see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as the gears rotating at a constant speed under the hands.
Not just time, this watch also integrates a series of functions such as compass, speedometer, geiger counter... Although most people who can afford this kind of "luxury" can't use them.
Liszt couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Maybe it won't be long before I can get a ticket to enter the upper class of Boulder City?
He has long been tired of the trade, especially over the years when the activities of predators, mutants, and aliens have become more and more frequent, so he has to spend more money on bodyguards and insurance.
Plus you have to deal with these country folks. Perhaps I should follow the example of those big shots in the inner city, hand over the business to low-level people, and use the free time to improve my taste.
How about a saying...
Ohh, right!
Class Leaps!
"Did no one teach these natives the concept of punctuality?"
The appointed time has passed two minutes. But the man didn't show up with what he needed.
Liszt couldn't help thinking in his heart, maybe he was already dead, after all, mutant leeches were not easy to deal with.
At this time, a figure appeared on the corner of the street.
"Lucius asked me to come. He said he had an agreement with you to sell you some blue mushrooms."
Yugin came out from the corner of the street and showed his hands, indicating that he was neither armed nor hostile.
Lucius had told him before that if he saw "President Li's caravan" appearing on Beit Street, he would tell him what he had said, and then take him to Wetland Park. If the other party refuses, forget it.
Liszt narrowed his eyes.
"What about others?"
"He can't come here," Yugin shook his head, "He has left Beit Street and is now living with his companions."
It took Liszt about three seconds to weigh the risks and rewards. Twenty kilograms of blue umbrella mushrooms were already worth the risk.
"Lead the way."
Yugin nodded cautiously.
"Please follow me."
...
Today, the average temperature outside the shelter has dropped to thirteen degrees, which is still a bit uncomfortable for the humid south.
The whizzing cold wind has already made people feel goosebumps.
The Shelter's jacket uses a special adaptive thermal material that feels like rubber to the touch, but is as light and soft as chemical fiber. In the range of 5 to 35 degrees, the performance of the material itself can be used to achieve heat insulation at low temperature and heat conduction at high temperature.
So this also appeared, some people can be alive and kicking even in the cold wind, but some lizards are so cold that their network is not good.
"This game really isn't real," Walker sighed softly, looking up at the sky and said, "I'm from the south, and the temperature is windy, so I don't feel like this at all."
"Take off your clothes and try!" Mr. Garbage was shivering from the cold, and was currently wrapped in a thick deerskin coat, jumping up and down to warm himself up.
Walker glanced at him like he was looking at an idiot.
"Why would I do this?"
Mr. Garbage: "%&@!"
Although the weather is getting colder, today is still a happy day for The Cowboy Team.
Just before going offline yesterday, their total deposits had reached 200 silver coins, which was enough money to buy the land. As for why it is not online during the day?
On the one hand, both Gale and Badass Bunny have to go to work during the day, and only have time to play games at night. Another reason is that according to Tomorrow's analysis, when the server is online during the day, it is nighttime, and it is impossible to go out to hunt. It is better to stay offline and save the character's "energy" in the server during the day.
During the day, it is the home field of hunter players!
"My dear manager, we want to buy a piece of land."
Coming in front of the manager, Tomorrow said respectfully, offering the silver coins he and his teammates had earned over several days with both hands.
"This is 200 silver coins. My teammates and I add up to a total of 20 square meters."
The players watching nearby cast envious glances at Tomorrow.
200 silver coins! Enough to buy two guns!
Reaching out to take the purse in Tomorrow's hand, Lucius nodded, then took out the small book and handed it to Tomorrow, saying in a businesslike tone.
"Plots purchased by individuals must be adjacent, the length and width must not differ by 3 times, and the shape must be square and regular. The plots purchased by a group can be combined for calculation. In addition, care must be taken during renovation and construction. It must not endanger the facilities in the base or affect other residents."
Normal people will not circle a strange shape, but after all, players can't think with normal people's thinking, and setting the rules in more detail is also to save time for themselves.
He will teach Popo this passage in a while. After all, it's troublesome to talk about it every time.
"Any location is okay?" If possible, Tomorrow wants to buy it directly at the main entrance, and connect it to the only exit of the resurrection point.
Lucius said, "Only within the scope of planning."
The main road leading from the sanatorium to the four gates is used for roads, and the open space at the main entrance of the sanatorium is also marked as a square... These are all written in a small notebook.
Tomorrow took the notebook and looked at it. Although he had expected it, he still felt a little regretful.
Sure enough, degree of freedom is a relative concept, especially in online games, it is impossible for the game team to allow players to take advantage of the loopholes. After all, there is more than one person playing in a server.
Even if someone takes advantage of the loophole, it can be fixed as a bug.
Sigh, I really want to play the stand-alone version of Wasteland OL. It must be so cool!
After some selection, The Cowboy Team finally chose a 30-square-meter piece of land closest to the main entrance of the nursing home.
As for why it is 30 square meters, it is because Mr. Garbage and Brother Mosquito also joined in just now.
Actually, Mr. Garbage couldn’t afford 50 silver coins at first, but Brother Mosquito lent him 40 silver coins, and counting his only 10 silver coins, it was just enough.
Mr. Garbage said with a look of emotion.
"Dude! Thanks a lot!"
"You're welcome, the monthly interest is 2 silver coins."
"Hey! There's still interest?!"
"Otherwise?" Brother Mosquito gave him a sideways look, and said with a chuckle, "It only charges you five cents of interest a month, that's enough. You can take it as a mortgage,"
Mr. Garbage: "MMP!"
Brother Mosquito: "What did you say?"
Mr. Garbage: "I said you are the MVP!"
Is this guy actually selling furniture? He also knows how to make gunpowder, bows and crossbows, and loan sharks...
Lucius listened with a strange expression on his face. He always felt that this person was very cruel, but he couldn't say anything.
Whatever he does in "reality" have nothing to do with him.
Anyway, I am just an NPC with no feelings.
"Master Manager!"
"Are you also here to buy land?" Lucius asked looking at the player in front of him.
"Uh, I want to buy it, but I haven't saved enough money and contributions yet," the player scratched his head embarrassedly, then remembered his purpose of coming, and said quickly, "A lot of people came from the south of the nursing home, ten of them look left and right!"
Lucius was slightly taken aback.
"So many people?"
And it came from the south.
Could it be...
"There are more than twenty cows! There are a lot of things on the back of the cow!"
Before the player could finish speaking, Lucius immediately picked up 5 copper coins from his wallet and threw them in his hand.
"Go to the warehouse to get 20 kilograms of blue mushrooms, and bring them to the south gate to wait for me."
The player accepted the reward, and respectfully took over the task.
"Obey! Manager!"
"You mean... a new survivor stronghold popped up out of nowhere in Wetland Park? Right under our noses?"
The flame in the brazier flickered on and off.
The man as strong as a bear was sitting on a human leather chair, his chin resting lazily on his slightly clenched right fist, looking down at the servants under the steps with a blank expression, and finished listening to the report.
His name is "Bear", just like the gnarled muscles on his body, every inch of his cell seems to be born for violence.
Most marauders of the Bloody Hand clan do not have names, except for the clan leader, or the decree who is named by the leader.
According to the tradition inherited from the last century, the leaders of the Bloody Hand clan often only have one word in their names.
For example, he knows the first boss's name was "Snake", and he was blinded by "Eagle" and thrown into the subway, allowing the eaters to share the food. Later, the "Eagle" was torn off by the "Bear" in the middle, crushed its neck, hung it on a street lamp and lit it. By now the corpse was gone, only the ugly head was left which he used to put the brazier on. The law of the jungle is followed here, and the strong is king. And he is without a doubt the strongest. And the most vicious one at the same time!
The man crawling under the steps did not dare to raise his head, and whispered in a low voice, "There was a delay when the animals prepared their tribute to you. It was dusk when we set off again. There are different species looking for food in the city. We were afraid of hurting the tribute presented by the animals, so we took the route by Lonia Lake."
"I thought that the place was inaccessible, but I didn't expect to find traces of people there as soon as I entered. My partner and I searched all the way, and finally found a hidden settlement in a forest."
"How many people?"
The man's forehead was pressed against the floor tiles.
"No more than thirty people!"
Hearing this number, there was a trace of contempt in Bear's eyes, and he was not very interested.
Only thirty people. Excluding the old and weak women, adult men who can become combatants, half of this number is already very good.
This kind of survivor stronghold usually has nothing to do with oil and water. In other words, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a livestock.
Wait for a good day to send some young people over there, the old and young will be slaughtered, and both men and women will be captured as slaves. In winter, the road was blocked by heavy snow, so I couldn't go out, so I just closed the house to have some fun. If there is less meat, you can kill some for cooking.
"What about the tribute?"
"It has been delivered to your room!"
A smile finally appeared on Bear's impatient face. That smile made people shudder, and even the flame in the basin was a little bit in a daze.
"Very well, you step back."
The man asked quickly, "The stronghold by Lonia Lake..."
Bear waved his hand impatiently.
"Wait until I wake up tomorrow."
"Yes……"
The kowtowing man obediently responded, smiling wryly in his heart, but he didn't dare to complain.
When you wake up... I'm afraid it will be this time tomorrow.
...
Early morning.
On the street not far from Beit Street, Liszt, who ordered the caravan to stop and wait, glanced at the mechanical watch in his left hand.
It was a gadget he had just bought recently. Through the transparent case, you can see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as the gears rotating at a constant speed under the hands.
Not just time, this watch also integrates a series of functions such as compass, speedometer, geiger counter... Although most people who can afford this kind of "luxury" can't use them.
Liszt couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Maybe it won't be long before I can get a ticket to enter the upper class of Boulder City?
He has long been tired of the trade, especially over the years when the activities of predators, mutants, and aliens have become more and more frequent, so he has to spend more money on bodyguards and insurance.
Plus you have to deal with these country folks. Perhaps I should follow the example of those big shots in the inner city, hand over the business to low-level people, and use the free time to improve my taste.
How about a saying...
Ohh, right!
Class Leaps!
"Did no one teach these natives the concept of punctuality?"
The appointed time has passed two minutes. But the man didn't show up with what he needed.
Liszt couldn't help thinking in his heart, maybe he was already dead, after all, mutant leeches were not easy to deal with.
At this time, a figure appeared on the corner of the street.
"Lucius asked me to come. He said he had an agreement with you to sell you some blue mushrooms."
Yugin came out from the corner of the street and showed his hands, indicating that he was neither armed nor hostile.
Lucius had told him before that if he saw "President Li's caravan" appearing on Beit Street, he would tell him what he had said, and then take him to Wetland Park. If the other party refuses, forget it.
Liszt narrowed his eyes.
"What about others?"
"He can't come here," Yugin shook his head, "He has left Beit Street and is now living with his companions."
It took Liszt about three seconds to weigh the risks and rewards. Twenty kilograms of blue umbrella mushrooms were already worth the risk.
"Lead the way."
Yugin nodded cautiously.
"Please follow me."
...
Today, the average temperature outside the shelter has dropped to thirteen degrees, which is still a bit uncomfortable for the humid south.
The whizzing cold wind has already made people feel goosebumps.
The Shelter's jacket uses a special adaptive thermal material that feels like rubber to the touch, but is as light and soft as chemical fiber. In the range of 5 to 35 degrees, the performance of the material itself can be used to achieve heat insulation at low temperature and heat conduction at high temperature.
So this also appeared, some people can be alive and kicking even in the cold wind, but some lizards are so cold that their network is not good.
"This game really isn't real," Walker sighed softly, looking up at the sky and said, "I'm from the south, and the temperature is windy, so I don't feel like this at all."
"Take off your clothes and try!" Mr. Garbage was shivering from the cold, and was currently wrapped in a thick deerskin coat, jumping up and down to warm himself up.
Walker glanced at him like he was looking at an idiot.
"Why would I do this?"
Mr. Garbage: "%&@!"
Although the weather is getting colder, today is still a happy day for The Cowboy Team.
Just before going offline yesterday, their total deposits had reached 200 silver coins, which was enough money to buy the land. As for why it is not online during the day?
On the one hand, both Gale and Badass Bunny have to go to work during the day, and only have time to play games at night. Another reason is that according to Tomorrow's analysis, when the server is online during the day, it is nighttime, and it is impossible to go out to hunt. It is better to stay offline and save the character's "energy" in the server during the day.
During the day, it is the home field of hunter players!
"My dear manager, we want to buy a piece of land."
Coming in front of the manager, Tomorrow said respectfully, offering the silver coins he and his teammates had earned over several days with both hands.
"This is 200 silver coins. My teammates and I add up to a total of 20 square meters."
The players watching nearby cast envious glances at Tomorrow.
200 silver coins! Enough to buy two guns!
Reaching out to take the purse in Tomorrow's hand, Lucius nodded, then took out the small book and handed it to Tomorrow, saying in a businesslike tone.
"Plots purchased by individuals must be adjacent, the length and width must not differ by 3 times, and the shape must be square and regular. The plots purchased by a group can be combined for calculation. In addition, care must be taken during renovation and construction. It must not endanger the facilities in the base or affect other residents."
Normal people will not circle a strange shape, but after all, players can't think with normal people's thinking, and setting the rules in more detail is also to save time for themselves.
He will teach Popo this passage in a while. After all, it's troublesome to talk about it every time.
"Any location is okay?" If possible, Tomorrow wants to buy it directly at the main entrance, and connect it to the only exit of the resurrection point.
Lucius said, "Only within the scope of planning."
The main road leading from the sanatorium to the four gates is used for roads, and the open space at the main entrance of the sanatorium is also marked as a square... These are all written in a small notebook.
Tomorrow took the notebook and looked at it. Although he had expected it, he still felt a little regretful.
Sure enough, degree of freedom is a relative concept, especially in online games, it is impossible for the game team to allow players to take advantage of the loopholes. After all, there is more than one person playing in a server.
Even if someone takes advantage of the loophole, it can be fixed as a bug.
Sigh, I really want to play the stand-alone version of Wasteland OL. It must be so cool!
After some selection, The Cowboy Team finally chose a 30-square-meter piece of land closest to the main entrance of the nursing home.
As for why it is 30 square meters, it is because Mr. Garbage and Brother Mosquito also joined in just now.
Actually, Mr. Garbage couldn’t afford 50 silver coins at first, but Brother Mosquito lent him 40 silver coins, and counting his only 10 silver coins, it was just enough.
Mr. Garbage said with a look of emotion.
"Dude! Thanks a lot!"
"You're welcome, the monthly interest is 2 silver coins."
"Hey! There's still interest?!"
"Otherwise?" Brother Mosquito gave him a sideways look, and said with a chuckle, "It only charges you five cents of interest a month, that's enough. You can take it as a mortgage,"
Mr. Garbage: "MMP!"
Brother Mosquito: "What did you say?"
Mr. Garbage: "I said you are the MVP!"
Is this guy actually selling furniture? He also knows how to make gunpowder, bows and crossbows, and loan sharks...
Lucius listened with a strange expression on his face. He always felt that this person was very cruel, but he couldn't say anything.
Whatever he does in "reality" have nothing to do with him.
Anyway, I am just an NPC with no feelings.
"Master Manager!"
"Are you also here to buy land?" Lucius asked looking at the player in front of him.
"Uh, I want to buy it, but I haven't saved enough money and contributions yet," the player scratched his head embarrassedly, then remembered his purpose of coming, and said quickly, "A lot of people came from the south of the nursing home, ten of them look left and right!"
Lucius was slightly taken aback.
"So many people?"
And it came from the south.
Could it be...
"There are more than twenty cows! There are a lot of things on the back of the cow!"
Before the player could finish speaking, Lucius immediately picked up 5 copper coins from his wallet and threw them in his hand.
"Go to the warehouse to get 20 kilograms of blue mushrooms, and bring them to the south gate to wait for me."
The player accepted the reward, and respectfully took over the task.
"Obey! Manager!"
