The selection of the high priest of the fish people does not only depend on the talent of communicating with the power of the ocean.
Similar to the previously developed Poseidon cells carrying special abilities, what the high priests need more is a magical cell carried at birth, which can give them a strange ability.
Divination!
When you turn on divination, you can see many special pictures that will appear automatically within a certain period of time.
The stronger you are, the longer you can maintain divination and the more things you can see.
Of course, divination is not without cost. Every time it is used, it will cause irreversible damage to the user's body.
In just over twenty seconds of snooping, High Priest Yu Haichao saw a lot of unexplained things.
"The gray fog is not a wall that blocks us. On the contrary, wherever it appears, many things I have never seen will be generated!"
"It might be a building, or it might be flowers and trees. I also saw a ferocious-looking beast."
He recalled, constantly pointing to the gray fog that appeared around the tribe, and one after another saying what would appear there.
Most of the gray fog that gathers around the murloc tribes is low-rise buildings that look like ruins.
It sounds incredible, but standing opposite, the expression on Somo's face became increasingly weird.
"Wait a minute, isn't this a random refresh of resource points?"
Except for this weird generation method, what Yu Haichao said is exactly the same as the logic of refreshing resources in the game.
If you're lucky, a "gold mine" may directly appear around the village and take off on the spot.
If you were unlucky, a monster lair appeared, and you had to abandon the village and run away overnight.
but
The game is so kind?
Want to create more opportunities for the New World to rise?
According to the information collected in the future wasteland, human beings developing overseas are not too comfortable now, and there is no need to worry about the impact of disasters.
Temporary factories were built one after another, and more and more reserves filled the warehouses.
In contrast, these humans and other alien races in the New World not only have to work hard to clear the snow, but also find ways to survive the next disaster.
Could it be that the game doesn’t want to see the big war happen at the end of the year?
Sumo guessed in his mind and looked at the high priest who was still chattering.
"Did you see what happened around Hope Village?"
The tide of the sea of fish shook like a rattle and replied.
"Lord, divination can only randomly see some things that will happen in the future, and it is not completely limited to me."
"It won't be long before the new continent under our feet will become even bigger. A giant tree reaching into the sky will appear there. New enemies will come, and they will be even bigger than now."
"The war is about to begin, a more brutal fight!"
The further down the story goes, the more the fish and the tide get louder and louder.
Sumo listened for a while and could only get some clueless information.
To sum up, it is not complicated. The general idea is that more strange resource points are refreshed, which will cause more and more local wars to occur.
"This is normal. The game definitely doesn't want to see us develop steadily, but it also doesn't want to see us fight against each other until we are exterminated."
"The appearance of resource points may be a softer way to stimulate."
It’s not bad, it’s better to have resource points than dry snow.
As long as one or two buildings from the civilized era can appear, even if they are ruins, it can bring a lot of help.
"Lord, I also saw the opening time of the black building next to the village."
"When this fog dissipates, we can go inside!"
The fish tide provides another important message.
This building, which contains some chip manufacturing equipment, was opened in the future wasteland at the end of Wasteland 2.
Now in the real wasteland, time has advanced a whole year?!
"Yes, yes, your divination is indeed of great strategic value."
Sumo praised him sincerely.
This is much more practical than those fancy witchcraft that require the power of the ocean to be released.
If it can be released multiple times and the information obtained can be summarized, it will undoubtedly save the territory a lot of detours.
"Can I still continue divination? What are the conditions required?"
Yu Haichao answered quickly.
"It takes time. There is a thirty-day interval between each divination."
"But it's best to release it once every forty-five days, otherwise it will put a lot of pressure on my body."
After speaking, he carefully raised his head and secretly looked at the lord's expression.
Demonstrating value is not just about being a licker showing off abilities and dedicating oneself unconditionally.
Proving one's own importance and irreplaceability to a certain extent is what a smart fish does.
But what surprised him was that after hearing this time, Sumo's face became even more surprised.
Can a divination be performed once in forty-five days?
Calculating this, wouldn't it be possible to divine eight times in a year?
This ability is simply awesome!
If used well, it is completely comparable to the rewards gained from entering the ruins once.
"Lord Lord."
"The tribe has prepared your sacred pavilion." Pointing to more and more murlocs coming out of the building and kneeling on the ground, Yu Haichao suggested weakly: "These uncivilized little murlocs need some time to accept their own destiny.
With the identity change, the patriarch will make their mission clear to them, do you still need to accept the worship ceremony they have prepared for a long time?"
"Okay, I know what you mean." Sumo nodded slightly.
This high priest is simply too good.
He is more cunning than those old men in the workplace, but he is not as stupid as he appeared in the previous messages.
If someone who was ignorant before rushed over, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to balance the relationship between humans and fishmen.
Now he clearly understands the role he wants the fishmen to play, and his awareness is still so profound.
Somo raised his hand and waved.
A blue light flashed in the air, and waves of waves sounded in the white mist.
In the eyes of all the fishmen, it seemed as if there was a vast ocean behind him.
Above the ocean, a golden figure whose face could not be seen floated, exuding strong divine power.
"Poseidon. It's Lord Poseidon!"
"By the way, Poseidon, I actually saw Lord Poseidon!"
"The supreme great man who brought us civilization, the towering giant who created the age of new gods, under the crown of the great sea god, your people Yu Chenghai will always be loyal to you!"
"The great being who protects us and allows us to survive and reproduce, Yu Haichao, the high priest of the Tut fish tribe, is willing to offer you our most devout faith!"
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The real pressure from ocean authority is rooted in the genes of every marine creature in the deep sea world.
Seeing that these fishmen were becoming more and more pious, Somo coughed slightly, and the golden figure behind him raised his hand and tapped lightly in front of him.
A faint blue light flashed and poured into the body of the high priest.
In an instant, the threat level on the system panel suddenly increased by 0.9%, quickly climbing to 9.1%.
The effect is that twenty units of oceanic power emerge in the body of Yu Haitide.
Using virtual reality to disguise the arrival of Poseidon will not be detected by the game, but using ocean permissions is a naked provocation.
But fortunately, the price is still acceptable for now.
"The sea. I feel more sea water embracing me. This."
Feeling the changes in his body, Yu Haichao had completely fallen into a state of confusion and ecstasy.
The improvement of the power attributed to the ocean represents a direct change in talent.
In the deep sea world, the number of water groups with the power of the ocean that he was able to establish contact with originally amounted to exactly one hundred groups.
After arriving in this strange wasteland, due to the restrictions of the world's pressure, there were only eighty-two regiments left.
But from now on.
In the future, the amount of ocean power he can control will increase by twenty units, exceeding the previous upper limit.
This magical skill can only change the upper limit of fishmen.
"My lord, your most loyal servant, Yu Haichao, the high priest of the Tut fish tribe, will always follow you!"
He fell to his knees deeply, his head almost buried in the soft soil.
When the clan leader next to him, Yu Chenghai, saw this, he also smashed his head heavily on the ground, making a small crater.
After a few seconds, the two stood up, their expressions even more respectful.
"Lord, the ancestor of Tut fish tribe, one of your most loyal followers, Commander Yu Liu."
"According to the arrangements you made before you left, our ancestor continued to devote all his energy to plant research and ethnic reproduction until his death. He left a lot of precious information and distributed it to us branches so that we can continue our research and look forward to one day in the future.
Help the lord again."
"The research results of our Tut tribe are now placed in the sacred pavilion. Do you want to take them away now?"
"Yu Liu?"
Somo was slightly surprised, and the various arrangements in the Baisha ruins could not help but appear in his mind.
The first Yu Yi to follow him was Yu Jiu. Except for Yu Si who died in an accident, the other eight fishmen all managed to survive until the war.
Before leaving, he just assigned different research tasks to these eight fishmen in order, and entrusted the institute to them to maintain continued development.
Now I didn’t expect that there would actually be results?
"Tsk."
"Plant research, take me to see it."
The value of these things that will be completely emasculated in the wasteland in the future cannot be any less.
Follow the high priest Yu Haichao all the way to the tallest building in the tribe.
Just like Chen Shen's first visit here, Sumo also had some eye-opening experiences as he walked up.
At least every building in Fishman City is equipped with a water tank inside, where fishmen can sit and work to avoid the risk of dehydration.
But now this murloc tribe is simply imitating humans.
"The living conditions of these ordinary fishmen are too poor. You should not exactly follow my previous arrangements and build these decent concrete buildings and confine yourself to suffer inside."
Many fishmen in the room have entered a semi-dehydrated state, and the fish skin is almost dry on their bodies.
And just like that, when I saw him coming, I had to lie down on the ground and kneel down devoutly.
Comparing this to the group of unscrupulous people in Fishman City, the current fishmen are so pitiful that it makes people feel heartbroken.
"Lord, we are already sending little murlocs around the tribe to dig ditches and fill in the snow. When the weather gets hot and the snow melts into rivers, the murloc tribe will be much better off."
The clan leader Yu Chenghai shrank his head.
"Before, these buildings were built in shallow seas with a humid climate. Ordinary fish people would not be short of water like this even if they lived on dry land. Unexpectedly, they suddenly arrived here and encountered a rare dry winter, which resulted in the current situation.
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"I understand what Lord Lord means, but there are many inconveniences in living underwater. Seawater is very corrosive, and the technology of the fishmen is far from developed to the point where they can build structures underwater, let alone study them.
If we want to continue scientific research without a machine that can be used in the water, we must get used to the pain and come to the shore."
"Furthermore, after hundreds of generations of murlocs since you left, we have become much more comfortable than when we first came ashore. These physical pains may seem serious, but in fact we have long been used to it, so you don't have to worry."
“So that’s how it is”
After hearing the truth that was not in the information, Sumo suddenly felt a little admiration in his heart.
Only some murlocs can endure this kind of pain, and that can only be attributed to individual cases.
But the entire fishman tribe is like this, which to some extent can illustrate their excellent qualities.
A heart as solid as stone, with ambitions as strong as pines and cypresses.
Hard-working and able to work hard without complaint.
If it weren't for the innate lifespan limitation that makes it difficult to pass on knowledge, and the shortcomings of IQ that limit creativity.
This group of fishmen may really be able to create a new era of science and technology beyond human research.
As noon came, the fog became thicker again.
After seeing the sumptuous lunch prepared by the fish-men tribe, Somo praised it with a few words of "satisfaction" and ran away with an excuse.
Su Deben wanted to stay for a meal, but after seeing what was on the plate, his expression changed wildly.
I can't do it without running.
Although he considered himself to be very receptive to food, who would have thought that the fishman could actually produce and sell food on his own?
horrible.
No wonder their food consumption is much lower than that of humans, and their food requirements are also extremely low.
This is the ability to digest food hastily once, excrete it, and then eat it and digest it carefully a second time.
I'm afraid only their universe, the famous Mu Ye, known as the King of the Wilderness, can withstand it, right?!
"When the disaster is confirmed, I will send someone to inform the fishman tribe."
"Village Chief Chen Shen has prepared a complete set of cooperation plans with the fish people, and will come to discuss it with you in detail when the time comes."
When he got into the Neng car, Sumo gave some instructions again.
What needs to be said in these few hours has almost been finished, and the rest can be left to Chen Shen to handle the follow-up.
If there are resources, refresh the points.
In the early stages of the fog, Hope Village may have too much time to take care of itself, so joint development will have to wait for a while.
"Don't worry, Lord, the fearless fishman warriors will guard the tribe and annihilate all foreign enemies who dare to come to provoke us."
"As long as the expedition team we sent returns, the fishmen will continue to provide stable marine food resources to the territory."
"I hope so."
Sumo shrugged and took back the words that almost came out of his mouth subconsciously.
The current territory is still more than 500 kilometers away from the ocean on the east coast of the New World.
Even if the expedition team does find it, it will be of no avail. The distance between the two sides is too far to establish a transportation route.
However, resource points are refreshed.
Who can say for sure whether some lucky people will find valuable resources in the wild.
The capable car started, and under the pious eyes of all the fishmen, drove towards the village.
By the time we stumbled all the way back to Hope Village, the countdown on the game panel was almost coming to an end.
00:23:19
Only the last twenty minutes are left before specific information about the disaster will be announced.
"Director, how is the situation with those fishmen?"
Chen Shen chased them out of the village, apparently having discovered the "potential" of these fishmen long ago.
"It's been done. We'll just integrate it according to the plan when the time comes."
"Very good!"
The few people following Chen Shen also became excited at the thought of hundreds or nearly a thousand more hard-working workers.
Especially Qiao Yuansheng, who has not yet come out of the shadow of the failure of the identity system, his eyes light up a little now, and he wonders what bad idea he is holding back.
"This gray fog should not be lethal. After the details of the disaster are announced, you can send veterans who are familiar with the terrain to mark the fog locations on the map and count the number and specific locations as soon as possible."
"No problem!" Chen Shen nodded.
As Su Deben vividly described the details of the negotiations with the fishmen, the group walked along the village road to the slightly poor board room conference room, and quietly waited for the last time to pass.
The fog appears at 8 a.m., with an interval of eight hours.
As the hour hand gradually points to "4".
In an instant, the game panel automatically popped up, and a familiar beeping sound began to sound.
"The announcement appears!"
"Let me see what the tenth disaster is"
"Thousand Illusions of Mist, eh? What is this?!"
This chapter has been completed!