This game is too cruel

The forum channel of the game's official website has a lot of team-building posts early this morning.

[Thanos Guild invites team formation]

[Initiator: Jie Jiezi]

[Main content: To go gold mining in the Weir tribe, each person needs to carry more than 10 kilograms of salt, and the travel expenses are at your own expense. The specific distribution of benefits will be discussed in detail during the team formation process. 】

[Estimated team members: 10 people (those who have passed level 6 of Molka mainland language will be given priority)]

Jie Jiezi is considered a high-level player. As soon as his team invitation was released, many players applied. As a result, the quota was quickly used up.

But it doesn't matter, the Weir tribe is in that direction, and everyone can go there whether or not they form a team.

Winter is coming to an end, and many tribes are already suffering from hunger. When they go out to hunt, they will accidentally encounter this group of gold-mining players along the way.

At this time, players who can speak the language of the Molka continent will directly come forward and ask the primitive savage they encountered if they would like to be hired. With less salt and dried meat as a deposit, they could dispatch a large number of warriors from their own territory to hunt in other people's territories.

When the players set off, there were only a few dozen or so people.

By the time they got closer to the Weir tribe, the number of people had increased to several hundred.

Players use salt to seduce nearby tribes. These tribes are like donkeys being led to the slaughterhouse by carrots. These scattered warriors only discovered this situation in panic when they arrived within the Will tribe. Just when they didn't want to lose any salt and were about to exit from here, the level 6 Morka player found their leader.

"I know you are scared, but don't be scared yet."

"The heads of the Weir tribe are worth more salt than your hunting. If you kill a few more Weil tribe members, your tribe's salt problem this year or even next year will be solved. If you feel that you can't finish the salt, you can use it to exchange for food. .”

"What are you afraid of? It's just taking advantage of the twilight and darkness to kidnap a few people from the Weir tribe. Go at night. It's dark and windy. Who can see who it is? Let's do it together. The Weir tribe can't guess who is kidnapped. The black hand."

"The first ten people who turn in slaves from the Will tribe to us will be rewarded with three times the salt, and the first one hundred people will be rewarded with twice the salt..."

In order to unify the measurement of salt, players specially made many measuring cups out of wood. About ten grams per cup, three times the salt, which is 1 grams per person.

The price given by the great Lord 677 is 5 crystal coins per head.

It is known that 1 crystal coin can be exchanged for 10 grams of salt.

Even if the price given by the players triples, they will still make a profit.

As for the natives, they have been coaxed by the players' words and feel that what they said makes sense. Although the Will tribe is scary, it is very profitable to avoid the undead warriors and catch others!

Winter is coming to an end.

Chief Weir, who was ready for a big fight, first discovered that the gods in the holy land suddenly ignored his prayers, and then he was horrified to find that the abilities of the undead warriors of the Weir tribe had disappeared.

Just as he was trying to awaken the gods with more sacrifices, bad news came that the Weil tribe members were constantly disappearing. The new year has just begun, and the Weil tribe, which has been drained from the bottom of the cauldron, is ushering in dire days...

At this time, the Snow Wolf and Qiu Niao tribesmen who had signed a prostitution agreement with the Nuwa tribe had already come to work.

The reason why it was so early was because they sent warriors to secretly explore the tribe's situation in advance. The Nuwa tribe, like the statues of gods in their tribe, still stood firm despite the attacks of the two powerful tribes.

It’s okay if it’s not destroyed.

They tightened their belts and went hungry this winter. They came to work before winter was over. In fact, they also had the idea of ​​catching the autumn wind.

I'm hungry!

When the time comes, the Nuwa tribe can just give them some food. They don't choose anything, and they are willing to turn the food into debt and give them two extra days of work.

The Qiutiao Clan Chief and the Snow Wolf Clan Chief looked at each other and knew what each other was planning.

They arrived just in time to catch the Nuwa tribe's meal.

The smell of cooking meat wafted in the air, and the rich marinated buns mixed with the smell of meat wafted out, making the two hundred or so people at the door swallow their saliva.

"It smells so good." "What are they eating?"

"This smell is so bad, I can't hold it in my mouth anymore..."

The hungry tribesmen of the Snow Wolf Tribe and the Autumn Bird Tribe couldn't help but pick at the cracks in the city gate of the Nuwa Tribe, trying to see what was going on inside.

Seeing this, the two clan leaders shamelessly shouted inside, "Lord, Lord! We are here to work and pay off our debts, Lord!!"

The guards on the city wall who heard the sound immediately informed that Lu Qiqiu had arrived in front of this group of hungry natives with sallow faces and skinny muscles.

Work is an excuse,

It’s true that you want to eat for free.

Lu Qiqi could spot the little ones in this group of people at a glance, and then had two large pots of flaxseed paste cooked for them.

The paste is cooked very soft.

With the addition of flaxseed oil and salt, it tastes pretty good. Not only did it fill the hungry stomachs of these indigenous people, but the warm temperature also drove away the cold.

But people

Always greedy.

Although flax seed paste is also very good, other foods in the air smell better.

Especially when Gou Sheng stood next to Lu Qiqi holding a big sweet potato. The roasted sweet potato had a brown skin and opened it gently, revealing the golden inside. The heat and aroma hit his face.

In front of so many people, he gnawed sweet potatoes without any scruples.

Doing mukbang in front of a group of hungry people is so powerful that it makes these working people's eyes go straight!

The two clan leaders couldn't help but swallow their saliva and asked: "Lord, what is this?"

"The tribe's special food, sweet potatoes."

Lu Qiqi said, patting the boy who was already as tall as himself, "It's time to go to morning classes, don't stay here."

"Oh."

Gou Sheng left obediently.

In the eyes of the people of the two tribes, what they saw was that the sweet potatoes were getting farther and farther away from them.

That thing looks so delicious.

I can't believe how happy they would be if the lord of the Nuwa tribe gave them a taste.

"Lord Lord."

The two clan leaders thought about the current situation and looked over sheepishly, "Our tribe has time, winter has not completely passed yet, can you lend us some food?"

Lu Qiqi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, "Have you two clan leaders forgotten that the debt you owe us now has been extended to 20 years later?"

"It's okay. You can continue to use the things you borrowed."

The two clan leaders are already in a state where they have plenty of debt and no worries.

But it was impossible for Lu Qiqi to accept this proposal, "Two patriarchs, you have lived for 20 years, can you guarantee that you can live for another 20 years?"

Given the conditions and levels of primitive tribes, very few people can live to be 40 years old.

"We have already suffered a loss by asking you to work for 20 years to pay off your debts." (End of Chapter)