I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

The farmer seemed a little confused. Candles are not common in the Kingdom of the Night. A candle can usually be used for a week in an ordinary farmhouse. Most of them follow the law of life at sunrise and rest at sunset. At this point, the candle is about to blow out and go to sleep. people.

"Brother, can I borrow a fire?"

The old eggplant was holding a few branches that he had picked up. Since they were obtained from rotten leaves, they were still a little damp and had a rotten smell.

The farmer hesitated for a moment, looked at the candle again, and finally let the old eggplant enter the house to light the fire.

By the light of the candle, the old eggplant has a little clear view of the house. The roof of the wooden house is covered with straw. It will become very damp when it rains, and it may even leak. There is no difference between this house and the door. A hearth for lighting a fire, a wooden bed in the room, no tables, chairs, cabinets, candles on the hearth, so simple that the old eggplants don't know how they live.

He didn't speak either. This situation cannot be changed overnight. To improve people's living standards, it is necessary to develop productivity.

The current problem in Rimu Town is the lack of productivity, and at the same time, it will be troubled by monster attacks in the Black Forest. If the monsters can be defeated, the Black Forest can be opened up, and new cultivated land can be cultivated, then the productivity will increase, and it is possible to change the living conditions here.

The old eggplant took some trouble to light the branch, and the fire ignited, brightening the room and illuminating the woman and child on the bed.

The fire flickered in their eyes, and disappeared as the old eggplant left.

The old eggplant has no time to sigh with emotion, the fire is about to go out.

He and the other players hurriedly started the fire with branches and grabbed some dead leaves. Soon, a bonfire was lit on the edge of the field.

The players cheered one after another, and the expressions on their faces were all excited.

No boy can refuse a straight branch, and no boy can refuse this branch with a fire on it.

But now there is still a problem, that is, the burning of the branches is very unstable, at least the violent burning of the torch is necessary to ignite the forest.

It's not a dry autumn now, and the Black Forest itself is quite humid, so you have to think about it if you want to burn it to your heart's content.

The old eggplant now feels that it is not necessarily a good thing if the game is too real.

In other games, just picking up a piece of wood is a nuclear torch, which can burn for hundreds of hours without going out.

But in [The Cage], the torch even had to be made by oneself.

If the monster is defeated later, those spoils will probably have to be stripped by himself?

Normal torches are generally thick wooden sticks wrapped around strips of cloth and fixed, and then poured with gasoline or the like, and can continue to burn after drying.

But where did the cloth come from now?

The old eggplant scratched his head and quickly turned his attention to the other players.

"What do you want to do, burning people is not fun."

The person he was looking at took two steps back subconsciously.

"No, isn't the clothes on our bodies just cloth? When we die and come back to life, the clothes on our bodies are all intact, which means that this is our initial equipment."

The old eggplant felt that he had discovered Huadian.

"If we drag all the clothes and go to die, will the equipment disappear with it?"

The players looked at each other.

A real capitalist will not even let himself go when he is ruthless.

"I'll try it first."

In the spirit of leading by example, the old eggplant immediately took off his clothes and ran towards the forest naked.

After a while, the clothes didn't change much, only an old eggplant, wearing the original clothes, ran back quickly and asked excitedly.

"Well, are the clothes still there?"

When the players saw the clothes in their hands and the old eggplant in the clothes, the whole riot broke out.

They took off their clothes one after another, ran on the field naked, one by two rushed into the forest, looking for various ways to kill themselves, and then crawled out of the mud, one piece of clothing became two, three, Soon there was a good crop of clothes in the fields.

Although the quality of these clothes is not much better, they are better than the clothes of ordinary villagers. Not to mention, it is good to have an extra piece of clothing when it is really cold.

Old Eggplant didn't deal with these clothes, and planned to distribute them to others after dawn tomorrow. He picked up a few clothes, tore them into strips, wrapped them around wooden sticks and tied them in knots. Since there was no gasoline, he had to just burn them like this.

Leading a group of players, with torches in hand, the old eggplant quickly returned to the flower bush where he knew where the vines would come from even with his eyes closed.

Only this time, the old eggplant did not rush in, but illuminated the wriggling bushes with torches.

"go to hell!"

With a cry, he threw the torch into the flowers.

If it is a game, it is indeed just a game, but in the virtual reality, these monsters have indeed killed him countless times. This kind of personal hatred has become the driving force for him to fight at this moment.

With the old eggplant's shout, countless torches were thrown into the flower bushes. Even though the Black Forest was damp, under the burning of so many torches, the flower bushes were gradually ignited.

The twisted vines tried to struggle, and the flower bones that could devour human flesh all disappeared in the flames.

Seeing the fire spread, the old eggplant felt that his soul had been sublimated, and an unprecedented pleasure rose in his heart.

This is the joy of revenge, the joy of human beings finally defeating nature, and the shock of their soul being released.

He grinned a somewhat ferocious smile, which was extremely horrifying under the cover of the firelight.

Then, the old eggplant found that the fire seemed to be burning here.

"Run, run quickly!"

He turned and ran.

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===713. Farming talent engraved in genes===

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The fire continued until the morning, and throughout the night, Sunset Town was shrouded in an orange-yellow dusk.

The smoke from the mountain fire shot straight into the sky, blocking the moonlight.

Many townspeople came out of the house. They looked at the burnt black forest. The flames froze in their eyes, and the originally dull eyes seemed to have a moment of brilliance.

For thousands of years, no one has been able to do this.

Even if the mountains are set on fire, those black forests will grow back quickly, they will invade the fields, and they will release all kinds of terrifying monsters. As for the magic tide, there are only a few people who can survive every time the magic tide comes Well, the biggest disaster in the world has no concept in many people's cognition.

However, things seem to be a little different now.

The townspeople are well aware that although the flames can temporarily burn the forest, after a while, the vegetation will cover them again, which is just a futile operation.

However, a little bit of hope was kindled in their hearts, hoping that these weird people could really wipe out the Black Forest.

In the early morning, after a break in the middle, the old eggplant went online again. He saw that a large area of ​​the forest had been burned, and only the charred wreckage was left with a stench. The flames were still spreading around, but the damp black forest had already made the fire smaller. It is estimated that After a while, the fire will subside completely.

Of course, they can add more fire to the old eggplant.

Coming to the ruins, this piece of woodland far exceeds the farmland area of ​​the entire Rimu Town before. Old Eggplant came to the vicinity of the flower bushes based on his memory. He found that the wreckage here looked a little different, and it seemed that it had not been completely burned by the fire.

He also found a problem.

That is the long sword from before, and the armor in the flowers has also been melted by the high temperature of the mountain fire, and it has penetrated into the soil a long time ago, and I can't find it anymore.

"I didn't expect this one."

The old eggplant was a little lost, but he soon cheered up again.

"We can clean up here first, reclaim it, plant some fast-maturing crops, and solve the food problem first."

Old Eggplant ate a bowl of instant noodles before going to bed, and he didn't eat anything in the game. Both virtual and real stomachs were a little hungry.

I just don't know how the crops are growing in the Kingdom of the Night, whether there are three crops of rice that are harvested three times a year, but since magic exists, there must be magic plants and the like.

The old eggplant even thought about whether there would be magical plants that could attack, such as pea shooters, corn machine guns, and nest melons.

In short, he and other players first borrowed a hoe and plowed the scorched land.

It has to be said that the talent of farming is really engraved in the genes. Old eggplant, a young man who grew up in a city, even felt satisfied and comfortable after working with a hoe for most of the day.

Just a little tired.

By noon, the old eggplant had cleaned up almost one-third of the land.

He decided to go to Lu Jian to ask for credit.

After picking up the wreckage of those flowers, Old Eggplant and a few players returned to the town and came to the gate of the baron's mansion.

"Open the door, open the door, we brought back the corpse of the monster."

The old eggplant knocked on the door and shouted.

After a while, someone opened the door.

The old eggplant remembered him, this is Stone, the detective of the abandoned city.

Although I don't know how he came to the Kingdom of the Night, but since everyone is here, the old eggplant will not pursue it, and treat it as an easter egg.

"We cleared the burnt forest and got these back."

The old eggplant held the scorched vine in his hand and threw it to the ground.

Stone looked at these vines, and it was indeed not something that normal plants could grow.

After thinking about it, he called Lu Jian.

"They want rewards."

Stone said that everything should be asked for by Lu Jian.

When Lu Jian saw the vine, to be honest, it was not very useful for their research, but since he said he would give resources, he would do what he said.

Lu Juan asked them to wait, went around to the other side of the room, and took some tattered and rusty weapons.

Then, he wrote text on it.

[Can cause effective damage to trees]

[It's easy to cut off the limbs of monsters]

[The protective effect is amazing, it can resist the claws of monsters]

Those crooked weapons seem to have changed, but they don't seem to have changed.

Lu Juan moved it to Old Eggplant and the others.

"That's it?"