Chapter 899 The tenth natural disaster, the mist of thousands of illusions!
The selection of the high priest of the fishmen tribe 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 will be able to see many special scenes 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 may be buildings, or it may be flowers and plants. Trees, I also saw ferocious-looking beasts.”
He recalled, constantly pointing to the gray fog that appeared around the tribe, and one after another telling what would appear there.
Most of the gray fog that gathers around the fish-men tribe produces low-rise buildings, like ruins.
It sounds incredible, but standing opposite, the expression on Somo's face is getting weirder and weirder.
"Wait, 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.
Unlucky, a monster lair appeared, and I 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, humans developing overseas are simply not too comfortable now and do not need to worry about the impact of disasters at all.
Temporary factories have been built one after another, and more and more reserves are filling 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.
Is it because the game doesn’t want to see the big war at the end of the year?
Sumo guessed in his mind and looked at the high priest who was still nagging.
"Have you seen what happened around Hope Village?"
Yu Hai replied with the tide shaking like a rattle.
“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 It will become bigger, and a giant tree will appear there, and a new enemy will come, and it will be bigger than now."
"The war is about to begin, and the fight will be more cruel."
The further down the story goes, the more the fish becomes more and more blabbering.
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 point refreshes 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 directly fight against each other until we are exterminated.”
“The appearance of resource points may be a softer approach. It’s a stimulating way.”
Don't worry, 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 the fog dissipates, we can enter it!"
< br>The fish tide provides another important message.
This building, which contains some chip manufacturing equipment, will be 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 strategic value."
Sumo praised 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 is compiled, it will undoubtedly save the territory a lot of detours.
“Can I still continue divination? What conditions are required?”
Yu Haichao answered quickly.
“It takes time. There is an interval of thirty days between each divination.”
“But it is best to release it once every forty-five days, otherwise my body will bear a great toll. Pressure.”
After speaking, he carefully raised his head and secretly looked at the Lord's expression.
Expressing value is not just about being a licking dog showing ability and devoting oneself unconditionally.
Proving your 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 you tell a divination once in forty-five days?
Calculating this, wouldn't it be possible to divine eight times a year?
This ability is simply awesome!
Used well, it is completely comparable to the harvest from entering the ruins.
"Lord Lord."
"The tribe has prepared your sacred pavilion." Pointing to the rear, more and more fishmen walked out of the building and knelt on the ground, Yuhai Tide weakly Proposal: "These uncivilized little fish people need a period of time to accept their identity changes. The patriarch will make them clear about their mission. 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.
Compared with those old men in the workplace, he is more cunning, and he is not as stupid as he appeared in the previous message.
If someone who was ignorant before rushed over, I am afraid it would be really difficult to balance the relationship between humans and fishmen.
Now he understands the role he wants the fish-men to play, and his realization is still so profound.
Sumo 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, there seemed to be a vast ocean behind him.
Above the ocean, an invisible golden figure floated, exuding strong divine power.
"Poseidon. It's Lord Poseidon!"
"My Lord 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 Poseidon, your people fish 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!”
“.”
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 pious, Somo coughed slightly, and the golden figure behind him raised his hand and tapped forward slightly.
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 Yu Haichao's body.
Using virtual reality to disguise the scene of the arrival of Poseidon will not be monitored 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 has completely fallen into a state of confusion and ecstasy.
The improvement of the power belonging 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 was 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 power of the ocean that he can control will increase by twenty units, exceeding the previous upper limit.
This kind of magical skill can only change the upper limit of murlocs
"Your Majesty, your most loyal servant, Yu Haichao, the high priest of the Tut murloc tribe, will forever Follow you! ”
He fell to his knees deeply, his head almost buried in the soft soil.
When Yu Chenghai, the patriarch next to him, 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 the Tut fish tribe, one of your most loyal followers, Commander Yuliu."
"According to the arrangement before you left, the ancestor will remain until his death. He still devotes all his energy to plant research and population reproduction, and he left a lot of precious information to distribute to us branches to continue our research, hoping to help the lord again one day in the future.”
"The research results of our Tut tribe are now placed in the sacred pavilion. Do you want to take them away now?"
"Yu Liu?"
Suma was slightly surprised, thinking in his mind I can't help but think of the various arrangements in the Baisha ruins.
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 the 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.”
These things that will be completely castrated in the wasteland in the future will have no value at all. Difference.
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's eyes were opened all the way up.
At least every building in Yumen 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 build these decent concrete buildings according to my previous arrangements and confine yourself to suffer inside.”
< br>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.
Compared with the group of unruly people in the Fishman City, the current Fishman is so pitiful that it makes people feel heartbroken.
“Lord, we are already sending little murlocs to dig ditches around the tribe 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 patriarch 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 in dry land. I didn’t expect to suddenly arrive here and encounter a rare dry winter. This This has led to the current situation.”
"I know what the 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 buildings underwater, let alone study it. There is no machine that can be used in the water. If we want to continue scientific research, we must get used to these pains and come to the shore."
"And from the time you left to the present, we have been better than the hundreds of generations of fishmen. It felt much more comfortable when we first came ashore. These physical pains may seem serious, but in fact we have already gotten used to it, so you don’t have to worry.”
“That’s it”
I heard it wasn’t in the information. After learning the truth, Sumo suddenly felt a little admiration in his heart.
Only some fishmen can bear 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 the excellent qualities they possess.
A heart as solid as stone, with ambitions as strong as pines and cypresses.
Be hard-working and able to work hard without complaining.
If it were not 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.
When noon came, the fog became thicker again.
After seeing the sumptuous lunch prepared by the fish-men tribe, Sumo praised 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 considers himself to be very receptive to food, who would have thought that the murlocs could actually produce and sell their own food
Too scary.
No wonder their food consumption is much lower than that of humans, and their food requirements are also extremely low.
The ability to digest food hastily, excrete it, and then eat it and digest it carefully a second time.
I’m afraid only the famous Mu Ye from their universe, 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 he will come to discuss it with you in detail when the time comes."
When he got into the Neng car, Sumo said a few words 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 resource points to refresh.
In the early days of the heavy fog, Hope Village may not have enough time to take care of itself, so joint development will have to wait for a while.
"Lord, please rest assured that the fearless murloc warriors will guard the tribe and annihilate all foreign enemies who dare to come to provoke."
"As long as the expedition team we sent returns, the murloc tribe will continue to provide a steady stream of resources to stabilize the territory." Marine food resources.”
“I hope so.”
Sumo shrugged and put back the words that almost came out of his mouth.
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, the resource points are refreshed.
Who can say for certain whether some lucky person will find valuable resources in the wild.
The energy car started, and under the pious eyes of the fishmen, it drove towards the village.
When we stumbled all the way back to the Hope Village, the countdown on the game panel was almost reaching the end.
00:23:19
With only more than twenty minutes left, specific information about the disaster will be announced.
"Director, what's the situation, that group of murlocs?"
Chen Shen chased him out of the village. He had obviously discovered the "potential" of these murlocs a long time ago.
“It’s done, we’ll just integrate it according to the plan when the time comes.”
"Great!"
The 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 to launch 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.”
< br>"No problem!" Chen Shen nodded.
As Su Deben vividly described the details of his negotiations with the fishmen, the group walked along the village road to the slightly poor board room conference room and waited quietly 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 has appeared!”
"Let me see the tenth disaster is"
"Thousand Illusions of Mist, eh? What is this?!"
(End of this chapter)
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