RoleplayNovel Chapter 105 The Plan Has Changed
Chapter 105 The Plan Has Changed
In the abandoned underground hall of the city, the firelight flickered.
Big Ox and Birdsong and Fragrance pushed several fully loaded wheelbarrows, striding arrogantly over the wooden fence at the camp entrance.
The entire camp was drawn by the commotion and gathered around.
Lynn walked to the car and ran his hand over the thick, ancient logs. His fingertips could clearly feel the residual magic deep within the wood.
It seems that as my level increases, my abilities in certain areas are also gradually becoming stronger.
He then glanced at the several sacks of underground associated minerals gleaming with a faint light beside him. These were the strategic materials most urgently needed for the heavy industry and infrastructure construction of the stronghold at present.
"Five hundred Maple Leaf Coins, plus one thousand Credits," Lynn offered the official buyback price.
Huh? Upon hearing this number, Da Niu's breathing visibly paused for a beat.
This huge sum of money is enough to buy dozens of sets of fully armed standard equipment, or even to directly set up a sizable armed patrol team.
Although this money needs to be split equally with Birdsong and Fragrance, half of it is still a considerable sum.
An uncontrollable gasp erupted from the camp. The newcomers who missed this "trade" were so excited that their eyes turned red, wishing they could immediately pick up their pickaxes and dig underground for three days and three nights.
Ignoring the commotion around him, Lynn beckoned Elliott and the Royal Hook Pirate to him.
The supplies were allocated on the spot as public resources. The young foreigner was so excited that he was incoherent when he held those few pieces of high-hardness ore. The material science bottleneck that had plagued machine tool blades was solved, and precision machining finally became possible.
The pirate with the imperial hook, his eyes gleaming, directed the civil engineering team to carry ancient giant logs to reinforce the load-bearing walls of the core area.
Birdsong and Fragrant Flowers, carrying the bag of coins they had just received, was about to step forward and report to Lynn the caravan manager's warning about "footsteps" before he left.
Just then, the ground beneath their feet made a strange noise without warning.
A violent shaking swept through the underground space of the abandoned city, dust fell from above, and the gears of ancient machine tools vibrated loudly.
This is definitely not an ordinary crustal movement.
The players in the camp did not rush blindly; they quickly gathered together, crouched down against the wall, and cautiously scanned their surroundings.
"Don't run around, first confirm the location of the epicenter."
Wangliang grabbed the newbie who was about to rush into the passage, his face serious.
"This level of tremor could be either an earthquake or a high-level monster forcibly breaking through the ground. If the front lines have already been fortified, rushing in now would only cause trouble for the NPCs."
"Hey, Da Niu, what do you think?"
Birdsong and Fragrance calmly analyzed, "If it really is the footsteps the manager mentioned, this commotion is too loud. The terrain near the ant cave is complex. If it were a large monster at the end awakening, the noise should be accompanied by a continuous roar, not this kind of structural collapse."
"Whatever it is, go take a look first, but don't just step on it."
Da Niu patted the sword at his waist and quickly gave orders to his several small teams.
"One group conducts remote flank observation, the second group advances with shields, and the third group guards the respawn point passage. If something happens, don't rush into a direct confrontation; first observe the size of the monster and its movement logic."
Unbeknownst to them, this little follower who once accompanied the climbing snail has gradually formed its own small team.
The players advanced in an orderly formation, demonstrating a level of tactical coordination far more mature than when they first started playing.
When everyone arrived at the end of the passage, the expected horde of monsters did not appear.
What lay before them was a perfectly sealed dead end.
The enormous creature that caused the tremors in the abyss was clearly beyond the realm of reason.
Its mere passing by or turning over completely overwhelmed the already fragile Ant Hole landscape. Thousands of tons of rock collapsed structurally, utterly blocking the passage to the city in the forest.
Da Niu slammed his fist against the hard rock wall. Looking at this scene, he did not feel fortunate, but instead fell into deep thought.
"It's sealed off."
Da Niu wiped the dust off his face. "With a collapse of this magnitude, even with explosives, it would take half a month to dig through. It's impossible to break through in the short term."
"That's a good thing."
Birdsong and Fragrant Flowers looked at the bottomless crack and said, "I was worried that our expanded defenses wouldn't be long enough. Now we've physically isolated the threat at its source, so we can at least develop safely for a while."
However, this sense of relief did not last long.
"Boss, something's not right," Big Goose suddenly said, pointing to the pile of rocks ahead.
Through the tiny cracks in the collapsed stone wall, wisps of purple miasma, carrying a pungent odor, slowly seeped outwards, just like a living thing.
The big shot is closest.
The one-handed sword in his hand, forged by Sind, would immediately develop a visible layer of dark red rust whenever it came into contact with miasma.
"Damn it, this can't break!"
"Damn it, the purple one is poisonous!"
After saying that, he quickly put the sword away.
Immediately afterwards, several players in the front row who had inhaled the mist began to cough violently.
A real burning sensation came from their lungs, and their strength began to drain uncontrollably along with the pain. It was an indescribable state of physical weakness that forced them to retreat repeatedly.
The agent, the little snail, and the goose standing in the back row exchanged glances, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.
As one of the first players to arrive in Rainbow Village and Pearl Harbor during the initial test, they once rescued Pio's son by traversing the green fog, and also thwarted Bolton's poisonous green fog plot with their own bodies in Pearl Harbor.
At that time, as an outsider, my body was almost completely immune to that green toxin.
But now, this miasma from the deep underground abyss is truly damaging their physiological functions.
"Snail, do you remember that time in Rainbow Village?"
The agent lowered his voice, sounding somewhat puzzled, "We didn't react at all to that green poisonous fog. This abyssal fog can actually harm us directly; these two are probably not even in the same dimension."
"really."
The little snail squinted, staring at the flowing patterns of the purple mist.
"This fog seems to be directly eroding body tissues. If the poisonous gases on this island are categorized, then our previous understanding of poison resistance attributes may have been completely misled by the developers."
Although the monster was blocked by tons of rocks, this pervasive ecological assimilation was far more deadly than sharp claws and teeth.
If air pollution isn't addressed, this underground city will eventually become a dead zone.
"Downward exploration has come to a complete halt."
Lynn turned around and issued a new camp strategy to everyone: "From today onwards, the workshop's primary task is to develop gas masks with filtration systems. The civil engineering team is preparing to seal off unnecessary ventilation openings and construct an internal circulation ecological zone."
Upon hearing these words, the newlyweds who were covering their mouths and noses and backing away suddenly brightened up.
Instead of being alarmed by environmental degradation, the new goal of farming ignited their passion.
"I knew this game wouldn't let us sit idle! I thought it was going to be a defense game, but it turned into a survival and infrastructure-building game. The developers really know how to play!"
"An air filtration system? That's a pretty demanding requirement. Do we also need to develop a matching oxygen generator? Is the workshop's research team short-staffed? I studied environmental engineering, so I'm familiar with these kinds of internal circulation systems!"
"Stop dreaming, let's think about how to make gas masks first! We don't even have basic rubber right now, we're relying entirely on this bundle of ancient wood, the manufacturing difficulty is probably off the charts."
The players chattered amongst themselves, preparing for the upcoming biohazard infrastructure boom.
Unbeknownst to anyone, behind that thick, collapsed rock wall, the purple mist grew increasingly dense. A thin, viscous liquid seeped from a crack in the rock and dripped into a puddle on the ground.