Official website:
Fang Chang: "Unlock a new landmark in the north of the abandoned construction site, an abandoned department store, and there are a lot of gnawers inside! We basically cleared out the gnashers on the first floor, but when we entered the basement, the VM prompted that the radiation index in the current area exceeded the safety threshold.
Well, let me be blunt, there are probably good things in the basement. Are there any physical players? We are just one physical player away."
我我我!
Tail: "Tail too! Well, I seem to be of the agility type, but it doesn't matter, I can sneak attack! (｀ω′*)"
Fang Chang: "Sorry, I can't bring in new people. Let me talk about the requirements again. The physical attribute is 10 points, preferably more than 10 points."
ˆTail: “QAQ”
Irena: "My physical constitution is LV4, my main attribute is exactly 10 points, and my talent... forget it, just pretend I don't have it. (Funny)"
Fang Chang: “Brother, please read the private message.”
Trash picking up level 99: "Do you want a lizard? I may be resistant, whether it's radiation or poison!"
Ye Shi: "You should find a way to get out of the shelter first. (Funny)"
Trash picking up level 99: "Gan!"
Teng Teng: "I got up at four o'clock in the middle of the night to watch the PPT. I almost forgot to go to work. There are still a few things I don't understand. Wow, bald, this game is getting more and more difficult! (T ^ T
)"
WC is really a mosquito: "If you don't understand, just ask. The goblins want to know if the PPT you are watching is serious?"
：“(*?ω?)?╰ひ╯”
WCThere are really mosquitoes: “(?Д?*)”
●Today’s official website is still calm.
Except for a few guys 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 friends and placed them on the next batch of lists.
No beeping, just go ahead.
Wait until the Alpha0.6 version comes out and you can show your performance.
In fact, Chu Guang has always been curious. The forum of Wasteland OL is so punished every day. How come it has not been blocked until now?
The official website has been online for more than a month, and now it has almost exceeded 10,000 daily users, and there are also a lot of people.
That kid named Ye Ao must have reported it frequently.
However, it’s really of no use at all.
“That’s outrageous.”
Including being able to deliver the helmet to the player's doorstep without anyone noticing, if this is something that black technology can do, then this technology is indeed outrageous enough.
It’s almost like magic…
Chu Guang, who was leaning on the chair while playing with the ballpoint pen in his hand, clicked his tongue.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of the “morphological field” mentioned in that recording.
.
Xiao Qi, who was charging, raised the camera.
“What’s wrong, Master.”
Chu Guang thought for a moment and said.
“Have you ever heard of morphogenetic fields?”
“Is it the main research topic of Vault 404?”
“Huh?” Chu Guang sat up from his chair in surprise, looked at the wastepaper basket squatting in the corner and asked, “You know?”
"Master...as I said before, all the information Xiaoqi archived was obtained from you." Xiaoqi's voice sounded a little helpless.
All right.
Bai is happy.
But it’s an unimportant matter anyway.
Chu Guang leaned back in his chair, threw away the pen in his hand, picked up the mouse, played "Stars" in his inventory, and started a new round of sea watching.
…
Since equipping the "Hummingbird" drone, Xiaoqi's field of vision has expanded a lot.
The silver-white ball usually hovers quietly about 50 to 100 meters above the outpost, and no one will notice it at all.
If necessary, it can be moved and deployed around the park. As long as it does not fly more than three kilometers away, the signal is very good.
Through the VM device worn on his arm, Chu Guang only needs to swipe his index finger on the touch screen to drag the drone in the horizontal direction and redeploy it.
This feeling is almost like playing an RTS game from a top-down perspective.
The only pity is that players all have their own ideas, and he cannot select the blue man on the screen for micro-control.
Otherwise it would be just like an RTS game.
It was so fun to peek at the screen. Chu Guang, who was holding the VM, dragged the drone to the entrance of No. 76 Street. Players who were logging in the greenhouse ruins dragged the drone to the vicinity of the mutant tribe to see those
What are the green-skinned muscle guys busy doing?
Hmm, it seems to be quite busy indeed.
A few more corpses were added to the entrance of the village, but the strange thing is that apart from the overt and covert sentries, these muscular guys were not seen coming out of the village.
Where did these corpses come from?
Did it come out of thin air?
It’s a pity that the mutants’ strongholds like to use wood as a dome, and there are still some rags and clothes hanging in the corridors, so you can’t see what’s going on inside from a high altitude.
Perhaps?
Should I randomly select a small player to go in and give away his head?
It is not impossible to do so.
Until the drone’s power reached the bottom and triggered its automatic return, Chu Guang reluctantly put away the VM and returned control of the drone to Xiao Qi.
…
It’s approaching dusk.
The market in front of the North Gate is very lively.
There are stalls selling barbecue, some performing mushroom eating, some selling clothes, knives, and even "Goblin Bazooka".
I have to say that these players are all talented. Even if the game itself does not provide much content, they can still create content and have fun playing it.
The indigenous people living nearby were also attracted by the lively atmosphere here.
However, they were embarrassed to get too close.
Coupled with the fact that they were short of money and had no silver coins, they watched with envy for a while and then left quietly.
“The market for blue coats is so lively.”
“The clothes they make are so beautiful, and the people are beautiful too.”
“I saw the shell of the cleavage crab. They used the shell of the cleavage crab to make armor. It didn’t look very durable, but they actually killed the cleavage crab!”
“They actually use charcoal to grill the meat, what a luxury.”
“It would be great if I could do business with them...”
“Yes, children can’t just drink milk. When they are older, they still need to eat some porridge or paste... Their potato chips are pretty good, and they are bigger than what we see in the north.”
“I don’t know if they need day laborers. There aren’t many prey in winter. It would be nice if I could use my energy in exchange for some money.”
“I want to save money to buy an axe. Their ax seems to be stronger than ours. It is made of steel... I have only seen steel tools in large survivor strongholds.”
Sitting in front of the fire in the center of the village, the refugees ate flatbreads, drank roasted camel milk, and whispered to each other in low voices, with envy on their faces.
Those blue coats did not need to build a very tall bonfire to stay warm like they did. Instead, they used small torches dipped in black tar to light up the entire camp.
Simply too rich!
It's just envy.
His status is engraved in DNA.
They are satisfied if they can have a place to stay next to the stronghold of a big force without being expelled.
At least life is quite satisfying now.
Looking at the black smoke floating in the camp in the distance, Wu Tiexu, who was sitting with his tribesmen, fell into deep thought for a long time.
No words all night.
The next morning.
Wu Tieaxu went to the outpost alone. After asking for instructions from the guards on duty at the gate, he met Chu Guang, who had just come up from the shelter.
“Dear Sir, I have something that I would like to ask for your help with!”
Come again?
Chu Guang yawned.
“The seeds are not loaned out, so there is no need to discuss this matter.”
Wu Tiaxu looked embarrassed and lowered his head as he explained.
“I was abrupt last time. This time I’m not coming to you about the seeds.”
Chu Guang glanced at him curiously.
“Oh? You said.”
Wu Tieaxe did not beat around the bush and said straightforwardly.
“My people want to set up a stall at the market at your north gate, and 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 has never used such a strange quantifier.
However, the point is not the area.
“What do you mean by setting up a stall? What do you want to trade?”
Wu Tiexu continued.
"Some leather products, found parts, tools we made ourselves, and prey... I use my head to assure you that my people will not cause trouble to you. We just want to exchange some grains and potatoes.
Class, feed our children.”
It’s okay to use your head as a guarantee.
General survivor settlements are actually very resistant to doing business with refugees. After all, it is usually difficult for these wandering people to come up with anything good, and no one likes barbaric stall owners.
But if we look at the problem from another angle...
Chu Guang thought for a moment.
Having 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. For example, ensuring that business projects comply with public order and good customs, keeping the road in front of the stalls clean and tidy, not obstructing traffic, prohibiting private fighting, prohibiting forced buying and selling, prohibiting
The private sale of slaves, the sale of addictive drugs, etc. are prohibited.”
“In addition, operating stalls in our market must and can only use our legal currency. Any goods sold must also ensure quality. If a dispute occurs, everything shall be subject to the provisions of the terms and the outcome of the arbitration.”
“The specific details are posted on the notice board at the north entrance. If you can accept it, I will give you a stall.”
Wu Tieaxe nodded respectfully.
“We are willing to accept it, my lord.”
“I hope you will seriously consider the weight behind this ‘willing’,” Chu Guang looked at him and said, “Then it’s decided.”
…
In fact, Chu Guang thought carefully about allowing these nomads to deepen their communication with the players.
This was much earlier than Wu Tiaxu coming to the door.
As long as it is managed properly, appropriate trade exchanges can enhance the relationship between both parties.
The players got benefits, the natives got rations, and he stuffed the copper coins and silver coins into the pockets of the natives.
This wave is of course a win-win situation.
Perhaps it should be called a triple win?
After all, I won three times.
evening.
The young players who went out to work carried today's loot and returned to the outpost one after another.
Just when they were planning to go to the North Gate Market to set up a stall to do business, they were suddenly surprised to find that an NPC stall actually popped up at the North Gate?
Don’t all NPCs operate in the base?
Could it be that the increase in prosperity triggers a hidden plot?
In front of the stall, two exotic NPC ladies wearing animal skins were sitting on the floor with a pot of charcoal for heating next to them.
The two of them are not very old. The older one is only in his early twenties. He has a calm demeanor and is quiet and less active. The younger one is about fifteen or sixty-seven years old. He has a pair of big eyes blinking and looking around, full of curiosity about everything here.
They are probably sisters.
The light of the charcoal fire shines on the wheat-colored cheeks, covering up the malnourished complexion, making it look rosy and shiny.
There was a camel skin in front of them. On the camel skin were placed some ornaments made of colorful stones, scrap parts, iron daggers, scabbards, gun holsters and other small items, as well as freshly slaughtered hyena meat.
And it’s also the best leg meat and tenderloin.
In addition, there are some freshly squeezed milk placed in containers such as iron cans and aluminum cans. In short, there is everything on the stall.
Although players are not in short supply of prey, they are still full of curiosity about the NPCs that suddenly appear in the player trading market.
“Why is this NPC in our market?”
"so cute!"
“Where’s Brother Mole? You know what I mean.”
“Gan! You all know who’s responsible for being banned?”
“Well, we haven’t talked about the book yet.”
“!!!”
“The tail feels so big!”
Chu Guang was also curious about what these natives were selling, so he walked to the stall and took a look.
Seeing the manager coming, the players immediately made way out of the way and waited with great interest for the plot to be triggered.
Chu Guang looked at the two of them and asked.
“What are your names?”
Just as the older one was about to speak, the younger one straightened his arms and raised his hand enthusiastically to answer.
“My name is Qiuye!”
Chu Guang probably figured out the naming style of this tribe. He probably named it what he saw and what happened during his journey.
At the end of the day, it sounds more normal than Iron Ax.
“Where is your sister?”
“Autumn grass!”
ification.
Chu Guang almost couldn’t help but spray.
But I still endured it.
"……Good name."
Secretly observing the expression on the manager's face, the elder sister whispered.
"Sir, my sister is still young and lacks discipline. If she offends you... please punish me, and please don't embarrass her."
“No, my sister is quite cute.”
After asking so many questions, it seems stingy not to buy anything.
Chu Guang glanced at the things on the stall. Next to each product, according to the rules he set, the price was clearly marked with Arabic numerals on a wooden sign.
These numbers were taught to them by Chu Guang, mainly for the convenience of players to understand.
Very good, these refugees are very obedient.
It is not as "evil" as it is spread from person to person.
Putting down a silver coin, Chu Guang picked a smaller plastic bottle.
“Try the camel milk.”
Autumn Leaf: "Ah, the camel milk is the bottle next to it——"
“It’s okay, milk is fine too.”
After saying that, Chu Guang took the plastic bottle and went to find Crow Crow for identification.
The little girl wanted to catch up and explain clearly, 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 gate, we can’t run around in the market, and we can’t talk back to that gentleman, do you understand?”
“Everything here belongs to him, just give him whatever he wants.”
What’s more, they paid in a very obedient manner.
Although his tone may be a bit harsh, he is a benevolent ruler.
The little girl looked aggrieved.
I obviously have good intentions, but I still have to be scolded by my sister.
"All right."
As she said this, she was still panicking in her heart.
That is indeed not camel milk...
The elder sister smiled softly and touched her sister's head.
"good."
The players gathered around were discussing the plot just now. Although some versions were outrageous, they still had a rough guess.
Especially when the managers saw that they had bought it, they followed suit one after another.
“Give me a dagger sheath!”
“Which one is camel milk? I want camel milk! Huh? Is that how you pronounce it?”
“The one just now is gone!”
“What is this fruit? It looks dark. Can it be eaten?”
“Whatever, just buy it and give it to the crow boss to try it and you’ll know.”
This chapter has been completed!