Of course, Brother Madman and Brother Hammer didn’t know.
Just when they were worried and anxious about this sudden announcement, the changes caused by this announcement had already set off a violent storm throughout the wasteland.
“Damn it, we finally don’t have to be afraid of those damn pirates!”
“I support the metal aging disaster with both hands, otherwise it will be a problem for us to go to the New World.”
"Unfortunately, I just bought a pistol for self-defense some time ago, but it seems to be useless now."
"It doesn't matter if it's abolished, those damn pirates will lose even more!"
In the giant tree root sea area, the station is built on the outer edge of the bay.
Bao Lei was sitting in a small room with the plaque of 'Information Delivery Office', and from time to time he could hear the humans outside talking enthusiastically as they passed by.
The warriors sitting at the back of the room opened their game panels one by one and browsed the world channel. They could no longer see much of the previous anxiety.
There are only a few days left in the ultimatum issued by the manager of the sea station to everyone.
Three days ago, Bao Lei was still debating whether to run away directly.
It wasn’t until this morning’s announcement that the manager sent someone to deliver the latest order.
Never mind the damn pirates.
From now on, all hands must be focused on maintaining the safety of the inn. Outsiders must be able to understand who is the boss here and not have the slightest idea of trying to subvert the rules here.
No wonder he would do this. After all, after losing the protection of powerful guns, the gap between human individuals is rapidly narrowing.
When fighting, it is more about being brave and ruthless, and equipment is no longer the only factor that determines victory.
In this case, the best way to unite more people is to gather around you.
In fact, it’s not just the managers here who think so.
Some large and small groups that came from the deep sea also had the same idea as the managers of the Giant Tree Root Station.
Having lost the dominance of guns, it is difficult for them to threaten with force once their orders are refuted.
Since everyone's strength has returned to the same starting line, the next rules will indeed change.
Pirates?
That is just one of the countless threats that seems to be intractable, and it is not a major issue that must be solved now.
"There are really more and more scoundrels who are taking refuge in the aboriginal people. The aging disaster is coming. The first thing these people are worried about is the forces they are taking refuge in. How disgusting!"
Sitting next to Bao Lei The soldier on the rocking chair couldn't help but complain.
His name is Zhang Chao. As the former deputy leader of the Heavenly Sword Regiment in the Future Ruins, Sumo discovered him from the crowd in advance this time and arranged him to be with Bao Lei, the leader.
The two of them work well together, and they are both people with an overall view and a delicate mind.
“Don’t say that, everyone is their own master.” The other soldiers on the side responded with a smile.
“Just think of those aboriginal people as business units. They all look forward to eating. What will happen if they go bankrupt.”
“That’s right.” Zhang Chao nodded, He asked in return: "But what if it's a gathering place for us humans?"
"Then what can you do? Can you expect that they will choose to favor one side because they are all from Earth?"
"Don't think about it, you already have a conscience if you don't want to fish for law enforcement."
After Lao Wang recounted his tragic experience yesterday, the Communications Office mentioned the incident together in the evening correspondence.
The details of the experiment were not explained clearly, but the fact that one's own people were fishing for one's own people was a wake-up call to all the soldiers.
“I’ve seen it for a few days, and I’m afraid this station will start to be in chaos.”
The soldier lying on the ground doing push-ups interjected.
"If someone really goes to grab supplies, should we help the manager stop him?"
A sudden question interrupted everyone's browsing of the game panel.
Bao Lei, who was sitting in his seat, also turned his head and looked over, and the scene was somewhat silent for a while.
If Jushugen Station was established by Tianyuan Territory, it would be an asset of the territory.
No matter what, as long as someone dares to have such an idea, all soldiers will come forward without hesitation.
But this is the property of a strange manager, who wants to become the emperor of the country by relying on the support of the people below.
“We don’t care what he does, we don’t rely on his supplies for food.”
“That’s right, this old guy forced us to fight the pirates a few days ago.”
“Just wait, there will always be big forces coming here to make all his extravagant hopes become a dream.”
"The real migration wave is about to affect this area. We must prepare as soon as possible."
In the end, no one was willing to help the managers here to maintain order.
In other words, no one is willing to risk their lives to work for a stranger for free. Isn’t this stupid?
With the official release of the notice of the aging disaster, change has sounded the clarion call!
Ordinary people once could only endure oppression.
Even in the face of unreasonable sneak attacks by pirates, they can only hold their noses and hide.
Now, this biggest obstacle has disappeared, and the initiative to choose the future has returned to every player.
Go to the New World, join a territory, and choose a route.
The improvement in strength will be truly reflected. Players will no longer be able to reach dozens of levels in an instant with an ordinary pistol.
But having said that, on the eve of change, won’t there be riots in the deep sea?
This question lingers in everyone's mind, and the answer can only be found in the World Channel chat.
Deep sea, 7,900 kilometers away.
Tundra Sea.
This area of the sea with a thin layer of green plants floating on the surface is occupied by the tundra refuge.
There are two hills floating on the sea in the sea area, which have become the residence of the people here for most of the year.
It was early morning.
Many small fishing boats are still floating on the sea, catching greedy game fish and making final preparations for the upcoming great migration.
There are still unfinished migrating ships in the harbor, which are being built overtime.
Suddenly, the disaster warning was released suddenly, and everything seemed to have pressed the pause button.
Discussions began to sound on the fishing boat.
Various voices of concern also began to appear in the harbor.
And in a conference room on a hilltop.
Most of the people sitting inside had dark circles under their eyes, and different expressions could be seen on each face.
“Tell me, what should we do?”
Lu Yongyi had unconcealable fatigue on his face, and he couldn’t help but yawn as he spoke.
The state of high tension lasted for nearly a week.
Just yesterday, he led his men to surround a group of pirates who had wandered nearby, and successfully won the battle and captured hundreds of people.
Unexpectedly, before my butt was firmly seated, I suddenly received such news.
This is not a good thing.
In fact, the impact of the metal aging disaster on the deep sea is far more serious than the various situations that occurred when Sumo learned about the disaster in the future ruins.
For example, after the fog disaster in the future ruins, there is a metal aging disaster directly. There is no fog poison in the middle, and there is no fog that still blocks the transmission of medium and long radio waves.
And there are no pirates composed of indigenous people entering the deep sea and disrupting the relatively stable situation on a large scale.
Plus the most important chat channel.
That thing has been closed for several years, and it is impossible for humans to communicate with each other in the deep sea.
Naturally, strangers are guarded and cautious when dealing with each other, and they are not as unscrupulous as they are now. Even some ordinary fishermen have become pirates, which is simply outrageous!
Once Lu Yongyi opened his mouth, chatter broke out in the conference room and was quickly divided into two groups.
Radical, conservative.
The former believes that although there is no metal, there are other materials that can be used to make weapons, such as high-strength plastic.
The guns made with that thing may be scrapped in a short time, but it will not be reduced to no guns.
The latter believes that now we should immediately look for major human forces to join forces, even if some people have to be sacrificed.
Everyone must come together to survive this chaos.
Both views are actually similar.
The game limits mankind's most important weapons, which will only force more involution to develop weapons outside the rules.
The only difference is that one is resisting on his own and the other is resisting together.
Lu Yongyi arranged for anonymous voting, and in the end the radicals took up the majority and received 19 votes.
There are eight conservatives, but most people are still unwilling to join in the fun of the big forces that have gathered.
I heard that the ‘protection fee’ charged there is quite expensive.
Basically, the fee is based on an individual's three-month output. Given the size of the tundra refuge, it is estimated that it will be drained.
“In this case, all our migration ships that have not yet left the factory will be converted into armed ships, and weapons that do not rely on metal will be developed as soon as possible.”
"In addition, we were planning to go to the New World before making plans, but now I'm afraid we have to contact you in advance."
After a moment's pause, Lu Yongyi continued with a serious face.
“We must ensure that there is a place to receive us as soon as we arrive in the New World, otherwise we are likely to be attacked during the search.”
“If any of you have a good place to go, please report it directly to me. In the end, I will arrange a vote to decide where to go!”
This is said euphemistically, but it is the true thought in everyone’s heart.
Going directly to the New World as recklessly as before is really not feasible. The attacks from alien races alone are enough to drink a big pot.
Players who got there early indeed gained an incomparable advantage.
I just regret it
Looking out the window at the busy seaport and the warehouses filled with various supplies.
Without these half a year of cultivation, it is estimated that the number of human survivors would be difficult to maintain even one-tenth of what it is now.
At this time, a man sitting below wearing rimless glasses suddenly asked out of curiosity.
“Boss, I remember, didn’t Su Shen leave us his contact information before? In this case, why don’t we give it a try?”
I was suddenly awakened by this voice, no The new people who joined the tundra were shocked, but the old people all reacted.
Yeah, why did you forget this?
Although I haven’t seen any news about the human Su Shen in the past six months, I haven’t heard anything about what has become of the territory he built in the New World.
But everyone clearly remembered the promise Somo made at that time.
Just come, anytime.
"Ahem, it's not like I don't want to contact the fog. Doesn't it block radio transmission?"
A reason that is difficult to convince the public.
Looking at the doubtful expressions on many people’s faces, Lu Yongyi couldn’t help but have a headache.
But after thinking about it, he smiled and threw the question to the man who spoke before.
"Okay, Liu Neng, then I'll leave this matter to you!"
Tianyuan Territory, Hope Village.
The commotion caused by the sudden announcement of the disaster did not last long and subsided in about half an hour.
No way, there is no other way to deal with this kind of natural disaster except to scold the game.
What everyone should do now is not to continue complaining about how much trouble the disaster has caused.
What is more important is to find out how to continue to maintain the normal operation of the territory during a disaster.
As for the most important weapon, Lord Somo is not worried.
The reason is simple.
About two months ago, secret preparations had been made in the territory.
The ‘K21 high-strength molecular compound synthesis technology’ previously traded from the Red Spider Caravan.
This high-strength plastic has produced many finished products, and its strength is comparable to alloy steel.
Although the ignition point is only about 210 degrees, it is easy to become brittle and age quickly at low temperatures.
But it would be perfect for the current situation!
However, when it comes to the choice of weapons, he is not like the radicals in the Tundra Refuge, choosing to continue to make modern firearms.
The reason is simple.
Someone in Future Ruins did try to do this, but the result was very realistic.
This disaster is not a real natural disaster and is not under anyone’s control.
The game has made it clear that this time it will weaken the bonus that modern firepower weapons bring to individual strength.
You don’t need metal, replace it with plastic.
Is it true that with such an obvious bug, the game is so stupid that you can easily get stuck?
Regardless of any substance, as long as it is classified into the category of modern firepower weapons, it will be affected by aging.
So from the beginning, Somo focused on some simple cold weapons.
Knives, guns, clubs, and a shield.
The thirty days that are enough to deal with the aging disaster may affect the fighting in the territory.
"Number Zero, help me drive the motorcycle over."
A sweet voice came from my ear.
"Received!"
After the short-distance signal returned to normal, the off-road motorcycle had been equipped with a remote control module.
With the control of No. 0, it quickly stopped in front of the underground city gate.
Three days is not a long time.
Sumo decided to go to the Pumpkin Bunker as soon as possible and find the owner of the bunker who was sealed underground to learn more about the academy.
As for why we ride motorcycles.
Before Lu Kuan could figure out the cause of the explosion of the energy stone, all energy vehicles had been banned from driving within one kilometer of the village.
This kind of vehicle is comparable to a time bomb, so it is better to ban it for the time being.
"Let's go."
It's really easy to be a hands-off shopkeeper.
As the size of the territory grew larger and larger, Somo felt that he was becoming more and more free.
Putting Zero in his pocket, he found Oreo lying on the hillside basking in the sun and gave some instructions.
The motorcycle roared strangely, sending up unenvironmentally friendly black smoke and rushing towards the south.
Dealing with the academy is really exciting just thinking about it.
If you can really take advantage of the time when the aging disaster breaks out, go and remove the base for that college.
Good guy, you can really replace the shotgun of the territory’s research institute with a cannon!
(End of this chapter)