This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 287: A conscious person usually has good luck, whether it is an NPC or a player
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"Dear Manager, I am willing to dedicate my farm to the new alliance!"
In the living room.
Standing in front of Chu Guang, Old Brown lowered his head respectfully and placed his wrinkled right hand tremblingly on his left chest to show respect.
Chu Guang glanced at him quite unexpectedly.
Good guy.
Are you so aware?
Hearing that Brown wanted to see him for something, Chu Guang thought he was here to ask for the grain and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but he didn't expect that he was here to surrender.
"Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"
Of course because I want to live——
But wise old Brown naturally wouldn't say that.
The expression on his face was slightly straightened, he raised his head with a solemn and solemn expression, and said in a measured voice.
"This is your speech, dear manager."
Chu Guang recalled his speech carefully. He couldn't remember exactly what he said that day. He only remembered that he advertised his "nuclear soda" at the end.
Seeing that Chu Guang didn't speak, Old Brown continued.
"...Your impassioned speech at the celebration enlightened me, who was stupid, and made me feel deeply ashamed of all my past actions. I did many things I shouldn't have done in order to survive. , I can’t argue that all this was involuntary, I just hope that this way can alleviate my sins.”
"A new world with equality and no oppression is also what I hope for."
When he said this, Old Brown's face was full of piety, but his heart was filled with bitterness.
In fact, he not only wants to live, but even if the new alliance does not want his farm, he will soon be unable to run it.
During the previous wave battle, Vault 404 requisitioned almost all the biomass oil from his warehouse, and after the war, they showed no intention of returning it.
Of course Brown was too embarrassed to ask for it.
After all, without those blue coats, let alone the farm, his head might have been hung on the bone-chewing tribe's chair, and there would be no chance for Tidal Wave to take action.
But this is borrowing food and oil, and his warehouse is already empty enough for rats to run away.
Yesterday he asked his butler to do some calculations and found that he had lost nearly 10,000 chips in just the first two months of the year. When he thought that he still had to support more than 200 slaves and more than 40 servants, he felt My head hurts like it's about to split.
This is still the beginning of the year.
What if I still get it at the end of the year? ? ?
Especially now, a new alliance has been established to include the entire area from the North Fifth Ring Road to Yumu District into the restoration area, and his farm is exactly within this range.
What is supposed to come finally comes.
Old Brown was not surprised at all by this result, but was relieved.
At least I don't have to be awakened by the sound outside the house in the middle of the night, and I don't have to face the sunshine of the next morning in fear.
He has had enough of this kind of life!
Until Vault 404 comes to free the slaves, he offers his sinful farm to the Great Alliance.
And this is currently the only way he can retain his last dignity.
After listening to Old Brown's impassioned speech, Chu Guang smiled in his heart, but he didn't believe a single punctuation mark of his nonsense.
But this guy can be so self-aware, which saves him a lot of time.
"I'm glad you think so, but we are not the kind of unreasonable people. We will not take your farm, it is your property. As long as you are willing to abide by our order and recognize our rights in the rehabilitation area Sovereignty, you can continue to operate it under our supervision."
Brown was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't understand what Chu Guang meant, so he whispered in a trembling voice.
"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."
Compared with the alliance manager in front of him taking over his farm, he was more afraid of the other party saying politely to him that he couldn't do it.
The new alliance took over the farm, which meant that he still had a way to survive.
He was really scared. The blue jacket said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That’s the end of calling me a bastard!
Reading the fear that gradually emerged in Old Brown's eyes, Chu Guang immediately guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said to ease the atmosphere.
"It literally means that as long as you abide by the laws of the alliance, free all slaves, hire employees in accordance with the minimum wage standards and labor treatment we stipulate, and fulfill your tax obligations, you will be protected by the law."
Free all the slaves?
Brown said with a wry smile.
"Sir...you should take my farm away. There are lots of land everywhere in this wasteland, but without slaves, they are just a pile of useless soil. You can't expect food to come from the ground on its own. Jump out."
People are always dissatisfied.
It seems that if we give employees two more days off and let them get off work on time, the day will collapse.
Can’t farm without slaves?
Joke!
Chu Guang felt that he needed to settle a score with him.
"How many slaves do you have?"
Old Brown didn't dare to hide anything, but he really didn't have the habit of counting how many slaves he had every day, so he said cautiously.
"About two hundred..."
Chu Guang continued.
"How many fields?"
Old Brown continued.
"The actual planting area...is about more than 500 acres."
More than five hundred acres?
There are so many?
Chu Guang looked slightly surprised.
He had previously estimated based on the map that the actual planting area of Brown Farm was only about one hundred acres. Unexpectedly, it was five times more than his estimate?
This error is a bit outrageous.
However.
This matter can be considered later, as the process of liquidating the acres has not yet begun.
"Don't you think it's a waste to have more than two hundred laborers cultivating 500 acres of land?" Chu Guang said sadly, looking at Brown who was unaware of it.
Waste?
Brown's face was filled with confusion.
He didn't feel the waste at all.
Slaves do not need to be paid, they just need to be fed. The food the slaves ate was also cheap. After planting the food, they could scatter a handful of green wheat on the ground, or find a corner to plant some potato chips, which was their ration. What they couldn't finish could be sold to scavengers at a low price.
Sell the slaves directly when they can no longer work, or take them out for disposal.
"If I were you, I would sell the slaves, use the money to buy a few tractors, equip them with planters and harvesters, and save some money to build a water tower and irrigation canal for the farm. It's only five hundred Mu of land, more than twenty people are enough! Give them some wages and bonuses, and they will work harder than slaves, and even treat the farm as their own home."
"Can't farm without slaves? This kind of thinking is very problematic!"
Old Brown was stunned for a moment by what Chu Guang said.
After a while, he whispered something.
"...Sir, 200 slaves can only be exchanged for 200,000 silver coins at most. Is this enough money to buy the things you mentioned?"
He didn't know how many silver coins or chips it cost to buy these equipment. He just thought that the administrator's algorithm was quite casual.
Chu Guang said with a slight smile.
"It may not be enough, but it's not much worse. Considering your sincerity in joining the alliance, we are willing to provide you with a loan with a negligible interest rate to help you upgrade your agricultural tools and survive the initial transformation period. ."
"Don't worry about repaying it. We will distinguish between personal and corporate debts. This is not Boulder City. Even if you go bankrupt, you will not become a slave. As long as the accounts are normal, at most the remaining assets will be auctioned."
Old Brown walked out of the reception room in a daze, thinking about it for a long time without understanding.
He was already prepared to lose the farm and just hoped that the manager could leave him some property for retirement, but he actually got a loan?
And you can continue to run your own farm.
He was filled with confusion.
After all, it seems that I still made a profit?
That's outrageous.
For such a self-conscious feudal lord, Chu Guang did not embarrass him, and even encouraged him with a few words and personally sent him to the door.
It is Grandet's behavior to hold all the property tightly in the palm of your hand. Reasonable allocation of resources is what alliance managers should do.
What Chu Guang needs is not a farm, but to ensure the production of food and industrial raw materials in the territory. If Old Brown is willing to take the initiative to welcome the new order, he can certainly give him a decent ending.
If propaganda tools are used properly, Old Brown's deeds may also become an example for those small feudal lords outside the recovery area.
Looking at the figure disappearing at the edge of the park, Chu Guang rubbed his chin and thought.
"...the new alliance needs its own publicity department."
How about just imitating the Sound of Boulder City and creating its own radio station belonging to Dawn City?
Chu Guang's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was necessary.
What is it called doing good deeds without leaving a name?
That’s called an honest person!
You can't always let others talk the wrong way.
Wastelanders in Boulder City and even the entire southern area of Qingquan City have the right to know the truest New Alliance and Dawn City.
In short, he has to find a few people who can brag and regain the publicity position that he has been neglecting!
……
The next day, a working group sent by the New Alliance entered Brown Farm and, with the assistance of guards, liquidated the assets of Brown Farm.
The main things that need to be calculated are slaves and land.
One is about principles and the other is about taxation, both of which are top priorities. As for Old Brown's personal property, Chu Guang had no intention of taking it away from him.
As long as it is within the territory of the new alliance, it will be the same regardless of who hands it.
Old Brown was quite cooperative with the working group that came to transform himself, but when he saw who the person was, he was dumbfounded.
"Hello, Lu, Luka... sir."
When he went to the outpost last winter, he didn't recognize this face. It wasn't until he later inquired about the situation at Jiujiu Farm that he learned that Luca was a slave who escaped from him.
When he first heard about this, Old Brown broke into a cold sweat on the spot.
He still remembered that he was so angry that he almost killed the guard who let Luka go without permission. However, considering that this might make things worse, he thought about it and finally decided not to do it.
Looking at Luca standing in front of him, Old Brown was so nervous that he felt like fish on the chopping board.
He even began to regret that he did not pack up his belongings and run away.
But Luka didn't make things difficult for him, he looked at him calmly and said.
"Hello, Mr. Brown."
"Following the orders of the administrator, I am Luca who is here to supervise the transformation of the farm. We will take the slaves here to the Long-term Farm for study and transformation, and the commissioner will evaluate the price and give you a one-time Compensation."
"After this, I need to make sure that everyone here has obtained free status, please remember, everyone. Unlawfully restricting personal freedom is a felony, and you are now a citizen of the new union, I hope. Keep this in mind."
He has been reborn. As for the past, Luka no longer wants to pursue it anymore, and it has no meaning.
Besides, this is the task of the manager. Luca, who feels he is more loyal than anyone else, will never let his personal feelings get involved.
The Brown Chicken nodded like it was pecking at rice, with a flattering smile on its face.
"I promise you! I will do my best to cooperate with your work!"
Luca nodded.
"That's best."
Twenty guards in black coats entered the Brown Farm in two lines with uniform steps.
The serfs standing next to the shack looked at these people blankly, confused about what was happening in front of them.
They don’t know yet that their destiny will change dramatically.
The farm guards standing around the wall cast envious glances at the rifles on the backs of the guards.
"No wonder they can defeat the people of the Bone Chewing Tribe... With this equipment, I feel like I can have a chance with Boulder City."
Although they have never been to Boulder City, the uniform formations and uniforms, as well as the long and shiny bayonets and rifles on their backs, are already the limit of what they can imagine.
At this time, someone continued.
"I heard that the most capable people are not this group of people."
"Is there anyone better?"
"Those blue coats are all awakened ones! These ones in black coats are just guards to maintain order."
Are they all awakened? !
How is that possible!
Not many people believe this.
One or two hundred is more or less acceptable, but they are all awakened ones. This is too exaggerated!
After all, awakening requires more than just hard work. It also requires talent. Many people never awaken until they die, and many people suddenly awaken after just one life-or-death experience.
"By the way...Old Brown surrenders, what will happen to us?"
"Probably disband on the spot. If I were the manager of the new alliance, I would not allow such a large uncontrolled armed force to exist on my territory."
"But they didn't pay attention to those mercenaries?"
"It's different. A mercenary is a mercenary, but a slave owner's guard is another matter... In short, there is a difference."
"If it is really disbanded, I will join the army. I will sacrifice my life for whoever I work for. I won't do anything else anyway."
"Come on, are you such a poor and crooked person? Can you pass the physical examination?"
"Haha!"
Listening to the unscrupulous laughter of his companions around him, Liu Wuyue's face was filled with resentment. He not only hated those blue coats for taking away the farm, but also hated these people for being indifferent to the fate of the farm. They were simply unworthy of Brown's kindness to them!
This is not loyal at all!
Finally, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"We gave them so much tribute, and now they want to take the farm from our hands? Even **** hands are not such bastards!"
A few years ago, he finally transformed from a slave into a guard and became a person with a name. Now he can finally ride on the heads of those slaves and dominate. As a result, someone actually told him that they were free. ?
What a joke!
He doesn't want that!
The older guard glanced at him.
"Bloody Hands... Those packs of jackals come to us to fight in the autumn wind. We give them much more food than we give to the blue coats."
Liu Wuyue said stubbornly.
"But at least they didn't take away our farm!"
The older guard shrugged.
"Maybe, but what does it have to do with me? This is Old Brown's farm, neither yours nor mine. Maybe he made some deal with the new alliance, and it was a sum of money or some other promise. But whatever that is, it has nothing to do with you or me."
He still has a good impression of the new alliance.
Unlike most of the guards here, he is a wanderer from the wasteland from the east. He is not a guard who was promoted from a slave. He does not work for Old Brown out of loyalty, but purely to make a living.
He has met many slave owners along the way, but this is the first time he has seen an idealist who is willing to return freedom to people.
Although he had never met the manager, he was deeply impressed by the kindness of this adult.
Maybe he will join the army later.
As the other guards said, anyone who sacrifices his life is willing to sacrifice his life. Anyway, he can't do anything else except pull the trigger. It is better to leave the bullets to the predators and alien species.
Liu Wuyue was so angry that he couldn't speak. Seeing that a conflict was about to happen, Liu Jiuyue, who was standing next to him, quickly went up and gave him a hand.
"Forget it, brother, don't be impulsive."
Fighting in front of the guards is not a good idea.
This is already the territory of the New Alliance.
As the leader of the farm guards, Liu Zhengyue's mood at the moment was also full of complexity.
He felt that Old Brown was simply scared out of his wits by those blue coats.
Maybe the people in the new alliance have no intention of caring about them at all, and they don't look down on their palm-sized place at all. It's all because of old Brown's own cleverness that led to such a result.
What's more, they have been providing food to those blue coats. Those people are not going to kill the donkeys, right?
But it's useless to say anything now.
Their masters have dedicated the farm to the new alliance, and their only consolation is that they can continue to farm the land.
It's just that there are no more slaves to call upon.
Grain drying field.
All 217 slaves were brought here and stood in two rows in the open space, looking blankly around them, as well as the guards carrying rifles on their backs.
They didn't know that these people were here to save themselves, or even what was happening outside the wall.
They watched Old Brown walk up to them.
This man, who had always been bossing them around, used a polite tone for the first time today, looking at them like they were human beings.
"The new alliance has been established. Thanks to the great administrator, you are free from now on! I am no longer your master, and you are no longer anyone's slave."
"Live well in the new era."
"It's all over."
After saying this, Old Brown hurried away. Soon the working group led by Luca took over the place and started working with the cooperation of the guards.
Many slaves recognized Luca, but the changes in him made all slaves afraid to recognize him.
However, Luka did not put on any airs with them. He walked up to them patiently and promoted the thoughts and will of the administrator to them.
And the only personal item he carried——
Loyalty!
It is the managers who saved you, so you must remember and stick to your loyalty!
After hearing these words, the originally anxious slaves all breathed a sigh of relief.
For most of them, loyalty that can be explained in one sentence is far easier to understand than equality and salvation.
Seeing that these people finally understood the administrator's painstaking efforts, Old Luca finally showed a happy smile on his face.
In any case, backward production relations must be abolished.
In the recovery zone of the New Alliance, human freedom will be protected by the law, and this is also Chu Guang's promise to those who support him.
217 serfs and 41 servants will automatically obtain the status of wards and go to the Long-term Farm to undergo transformation ranging from one to six months.
During this period, the new alliance will provide them with food and educational opportunities, and their obligation is to learn at least one skill that can make a living.
Whether it’s working on a sewing machine or moving bricks and **** screws, you must at least find a job that you can do well.
In addition, they also need to learn the laws of the new alliance and accept new ideas.
When the transformation is completed, everyone will automatically obtain the status of a new alliance resident and decide their own future.
Of course they can continue farming.
But no longer for others, but for yourself.
……
Chu Guang originally planned to go there in person to incorporate the Brown Farm, but unfortunately he had something more important to do, so he entrusted it to Old Luca.
Today is the third day of the establishment of the new alliance. At 8:00 am in the wasteland time, the first batch of European emperors who have qualified for the closed test of the Beta0.1 version are finally online.
Chu Guang temporarily placed the newly produced culture cabin in Shelter No. 117.
Because there is no independent room suitable for placing the sleeping cabin on the B4 floor, and it involves the core area of the shelter-the terminal that controls the server.
This is a function that belongs to "developers", and it is naturally impossible for Chu Guang to open it to players.
Although there is no more space in Vault 404, there are still 100 "luxury single rooms" available in Vault 117.
In the bug correction of the Beta 0.1 version, Chu Guang changed all the 500 rooms in Shelter 117 into double dormitories. The maximum population of Shelter 117 doubled instantly, and can now accommodate up to one person. Thousands of people.
The first batch of players for the B-round test is tentatively set at 40 people.
At the same time, the exploration plan for Shelter 401 and reactor fuel rods is also in progress. Currently, this work is mainly carried out by the scientific research team led by Yin Fang.
In the square of Vault 117.
It was a noisy moment.
Most people put on the helmet with the mentality of giving it a try, but they didn’t expect that it turned out to be true.
All the expectations and worries were settled at this moment, and the joy and excitement bursting out was like being reborn!
Keep your voice down and I will say: "Hahahaha! Come in! I finally came in!"
Asian Pictures: "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me. All of you here are the ones who stand out among hundreds of millions of good brothers. Please speak tougher!"
Brother Ice and Fire: "Oh! Everyone, be tougher! Is the dog planner here? Light a cigarette for Ye Xin!"
Asian pictures: "Fuck, brothers are awesome!"
Luo Yu rubbed his face repeatedly.
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Qingfeng looked around blankly.
"The modeling is flawless and cannot be penetrated at all. There are also differences in light and shadow effects and temperature. This game... is too real!"
Wearing blue power armor, Chu Guang and his most loyal guards stood aside and quietly watched these cute newcomers cry, laugh, make noise and jump excitedly.
He has long been accustomed to the players' performance art and can understand their excitement, but the guards next to him are still somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Chu Guang coughed slightly and said softly in the communication channel.
"Freeze awakening syndrome, dormant time of more than two centuries... This happens occasionally, don't be too surprised."
The symptoms were made up by him, and no one can falsify them anyway.
Of course, the guards wearing exoskeletons had no doubts about what the administrator said. In their view, the administrator's will was the truth, and they all nodded loyally.
Not to mention it was an accident, there was no change in the expressions on their faces at all.
Same as previous versions.
Chu Guang gave these excited little players enough time to celebrate and let them fully vent their excitement.
At the same time, most of the veteran players who planned to do the "Pass on the Fire" mission stood on the edge of the hall and watched the newbies comment and make choices.
Most of them came here this way.
Even more exaggerated than these newcomers.
Watching the newbies making a fuss is one of the special features of the closed beta test server of "Wasteland OL".
"This new generation is no good," Tails, with his arms folded, shook his head in an old-fashioned way, "No one took off their pants!"
Sisi squinted his tail.
"What you said is dangerous."
The old players who recruit new players are mainly in the LV8~LV11 range, but there are also some "50% new players" who have just passed LV5 and come to take on apprentices.
Chu Guang did not strictly limit the level of the "Legend of the Fire" mission. He did not even restrict that he must be a professional combat player. The only requirement was to have a VM.
At the same time, since the corps system has been updated in Beta 0.1, many old players who plan to set up independent corps are also here.
However, the recruitment conditions of these big guys are usually more stringent than those of individual players, and they are mainly for like-minded **** players.
There are many ways to play "Wasteland OL".
Although we tend to recruit **** players who are capable, we do not "only" recruit **** players.
An overly serious server atmosphere will make the game niche, which is why Chu Guang has always emphasized on the official website that "Wasteland OL" is a "joyful MMORPG" that focuses on leisure.
Holding a wooden sign in his hand, he shouted excitedly with his big eyes and a loud voice. He looked very much like an old man picking up his children at the entrance of the kindergarten.
"The Death Corps is recruiting! We have the highest battle losses and the most medals. We will go wherever the danger is! The only requirement is to obey the command in team battles and not be afraid of death when fighting in a team. Professional firefighter Shui will take you to experience the most A real firefighting scene!"
I couldn't help but squirt while paddling on the edge.
"Is there anyone who advertises like this?"
Debt Big Eyes smiled.
"You know what der! Haven't you seen the eyes of those cute newcomers light up?"
The construction site boy and Brick raised their hands.
"I'm so jealous! Rather than having conflicts after joining the group, it's better for us to talk things through with the newcomers!"
On the other side, Brother Mole's "Skeleton Corps" and Commander Fountain's "Storm Corps" are also recruiting people, but neither of them are very open.
In terms of characteristics, there are some. The former is mainly equipped with German sticks, and the engineer shovel is given to the regiment. The latter advocates breaking things down into parts and allowing everyone to wear whatever they want.
Many newcomers have seen Brother Mole’s posts on the forum, especially when they heard that he is an unemployed painter, and some hard-core gamers have signed up with him.
Besides the Death Corps, the one who makes the most noise is undoubtedly Brother Mosquito.
This guy can be said to have performed performance art to the extreme. He stood in the square wearing fire-breathing equipment and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"The Burning Corps is recruiting! The T0 boss will help you show off and help you fly! The Corps has an air force and artillery, and now you can join the Goblin Technology with a 10% discount voucher benefit! There is no time limit for use!"
Commander Fountain: "Damn it, Mosquito, aren't you a professional life player?"
The fugitive mole in the canyon: "That's right! Why don't you come here to join in the fun! And that thing of yours is also called the Air Force?"
Makabazi: "That's right! That lousy plane of yours is more like an air force than I am!"
Stop talking nonsense: "???"
Ignoring everyone's complaints, Mosquito smiled and said: "Hey, who said I am a professional life player! Have you ever seen a professional life player who killed the BOSS for the first time?"
The Battlefield Atmosphere Team standing aside was the most dissatisfied with me, and they all rolled their eyes in unison.
This guy.
You just stole someone’s head, do you have the nerve to talk about it every day?
The mosquito coughed.
"No nonsense, I'm helping Lao Bai and the others recruit people. Originally we were going to call it the Ox and Horse Corps, but the name was too lame. We happened to play World of Warcraft together in the past, so we changed it to the Burning Corps."
It turned out to be some big guys from the cattle and horse herd.
Everyone stopped complaining about Mosquito Keng Mengxin.
Everyone can still see the combat effectiveness of the Cow Horse Team.
However, Lao Bai and the others did not recruit new recruits themselves, but asked Mosquito to do it for them, which was beyond the expectations of Mole, Quanshui and other players.
Did these hateful Europeans receive another hidden mission?
Not sharpening is too much!
In addition to the newly established corps, those merchant players who plan to trick the newbies into joining the group are also there shouting at them.
The noisy sounds in the square are endless, and the newcomers are confused to find out how these veteran players can be more noisy than them.
At this moment, a scream came from the crowd.
Unprofessional reaction: "Gan! Why is my nose flat?"
The surrounding players turned their heads to look at the door and were immediately happy.
Good guy.
A walking upright... Bajie?
The nose and ears are correct!
"Awesome, after the cat lady, are there pigs too?"
"Friend, can you eat pork?"
"Oh, the evil plan planned by the dog!"
"Hahahaha, brother, I have read your notebook!"
Unprofessional reaction: "%￥#@!"
Chu Guang, who was standing in the square, also had a surprised expression on his face.
Especially when he browsed the properties panel of this little player.
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ID: Unprofessional anti-steamed bun
Gene sequence: constitution system
Level: LV.0
——Basic attributes——
Strength: 5
Agility: 3
Physique: 7
Perception: 5
Intelligence: 5
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Talent:
Pig Man: Obtain the nose, ears and tail of a pig (messed up, the genetic similarity between pigs and humans is as high as 83%, but the fusion of the two is not as smooth as expected... Maybe next time I should Try a cat.)]
Accelerated recovery: Has a 133%~150% recovery speed bonus, and a 200% bonus to the hunger accumulation speed.
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Same as the previous Aoao sesame paste.
The player's sequence is not classified as a variant, but as a physical type. The attribute panel is also a standard template for the physical type, with 3 agility and 7 body types, and the rest are all with a baseline value of 5.
It must be the same.
After all, the claws of the lizard and the great white bear can be used at least, but the debuff of the callus hands and feet is that the fingers are not coordinated at all.
But pig trotters...
Besides braised in soy sauce, Chu Guang really couldn’t think of any other uses.
"Forget it, let the players figure out the specific gameplay."
Chu Guang coughed lightly, walked in front of the players, skillfully blocked the hand that tried to attack the chest, and activated the talent of psychic deterrence, forcing the naughty little players to instinctively retreat.
Wait for everyone to calm down.
In response to the expectant gazes, Chu Guang read out the opening remarks he had redesigned for the Beta version with a serious expression.
"Welcome back to the surface, lucky ones who are still alive! I am the manager of Vault 404 and the manager of the Alliance.
"I have two important pieces of news to tell you here. The good news is that the war is over, and the bad news is that our world has changed beyond recognition."
"However, the situation here is not as bad as you imagined. Thanks to the efforts of your predecessors, they united the indigenous people on the surface, defeated the barbarians who threatened us, and successfully established a Our first stronghold."
“According to the resolution of the highest level of the People’s Federation, the United Front for the Revitalization of Human Civilization has been established. We have formed a new alliance, and recovery districts will soon spring up like mushrooms after a rain, until we regain what we have lost one by one.”
“You are luckier than tens of billions of people to live in this new era. After celebrating the joy of being reborn, I need you to recognize the current situation as soon as possible, and then fulfill your oath under the banner of the People’s Federation—— ”
"Rebuild our home!"
In terms of settings, the players are old popsicles who have been dormant since the People’s League era.
Although the hibernation cabin does not have a freezing function.
After saying this in Chinese, Chu Guang recorded it and backed it up on the server.
From now on, new people will join the game every day, and it is impossible for him to be on site as a repeater every day.
Afterwards, Chu Guang will order trusted guards wearing six-type "heavy cavalry" exoskeletons to come here to complete the work on his behalf——
Replay his recording.
Or repeat what he said again.
The opening animation ended, and Chu Guang handed over time to the veteran players.
In the lively welcome ceremony, the newbies found their organizations one after another, holding the novice gift packs prepared by the managers with great anticipation, and prepared to step into this mysterious wasteland world to experience this 100% real world. How realistic can virtual reality games be?
With the care of old players, the record of fastest death set by the quitter should not be refreshed so quickly.
At the same time, the server's strongest combat team, the Cow Horse Squadron, was quietly approaching the eastern part of Qingquan City - an area that few people set foot on.
Standing on a half-collapsed tall building.
Holding the square length of the telescope in his hand, he looked at the vast forest scattered among the reinforced concrete ruins, his face full of shock.
"This is amazing..."
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(Thanks to the leader of "Di San Xian Gai Van" for the reward!! This chapter is still a little short of 10,000 words, so just think of it as making up for yesterday's work. I will pay back the updates I owed before, but I haven't saved the manuscript. It’s so uncomfortable T.T.)