Chapter 104 Winter Is Coming, Humans Strike Back! (First Update)

After closing the outermost stone door to block the cold wind from pouring in, there was finally no biting cold wind in the corridor.

Going all the way down, after closing the second door, Sumo could clearly feel the temperature of the shelter rising.

Until I walked into the door and opened it, a warm feeling hit my face.

Compared to the minus seven to eight degrees outside at this time, the four to five degrees in the shelter is simply a kind of enjoyment.

After looking at the third child who was still sleeping soundly, Sumo walked to the ventilation duct in the breeding room and looked up for a while.

The whistling cold wind flows down from the ventilation ducts. The temperature in the breeding room is obviously lower than that of other rooms, even lower than the living room.

However, the temperature is dropping, and the plants in the medium show no signs of frostbite.

"This culture medium is simply an artifact. At this temperature, it can also firmly absorb sunlight, lock in the internal humidity and temperature, and give each seedling the best growth environment."

After touching the tomato seedlings that had grown more than a dozen large leaves and the cabbage seedlings that had covered a large area, Sumo clicked his tongue in surprise.

With the nourishment of big and small sparks, according to this growth trend, the cabbage in the culture medium does not need to lift the seedlings at all. Sufficient sunlight and nutrients are completely sufficient for their growth.

"In more than ten days, I should be able to pick a few cabbages and try them. It is estimated that the garlic will take another twenty days."

After fiddling with the garlic sprouts that had been pushed aside by the cabbage, Sumo pulled off a few particularly "obtrusive" and "eye-catching" cabbage leaves, and happily walked out of the breeding room with them.

Now the cabbage in the middle has not grown yet, and the outer leaves are not old either. Chop it up, add oil, and stir-fry it to give it a unique flavor.

The north wind mixed with the drifting snow was blowing outside, and it was impossible to get out. Somo was very leisurely and went to the supply room to find rice to steam.

"Well, there is no place to put these treasure chests after they are opened for the time being, so I will put them aside until the day when the trading secret realm opens, or when there is room to put them, I will open them all at once!"

Looking at the treasure chest wall, Sumo sat comfortably on the stone bench and admired it.

There is basically no shortage of urgently needed supplies in the base now, and there is no need to unpack them immediately. If something new comes out, it would be a waste if there is no place to store it.

There are only a few days until the trading secret realm is opened, so you can wait until the trading time and open a large number of boxes.

Moreover, this naturally luminous wall can also be used as a lamp at night.

While the rice was steaming in the pot, Sumo picked up the water cup, rinsed his mouth and wiped his face, then scooped out some water and poured it over the culture medium. The rice was just steaming.

Move the rice steaming pot aside, pour a little oil into the pot to heat it, chop the cabbage leaves into the pot and stir-fry for a few times, add some seasonings, and a fragrant green stir-fry is freshly cooked.

This weather, this smell, this heat and warmth steaming from the ground pot, Somo is so happy that he wants to take off.

After asking Sanxiao to wake up, he stir-fried the rice into the stir-fry, stirred it a few times, and then poured all the remaining soma into his basin.

A simple breakfast, so satisfying.

After arriving in the wasteland, the first meal of fresh vegetable leaves had a natural 200% bonus in taste. It was so delicious that people bit their tongues.

After finishing the meal and washing the pots, Somo didn't want to stay in the living room for a second longer in this weather, so he moved several glowing wooden boxes to the bedroom and plugged in the electric blanket.

Small and large sparks fluttered along with the heat, and they lay quietly on the two corners of the small bed, feeling the steaming heat of the electric blanket under their bodies, and their comfortable little eyes were squinted together.

Seeing that no one was playing with him, Oreo also ran over and made trouble by jumping up and down on the bed.

"Okay, we will go out later today. It will be too cold. If you go out, your dog's head will freeze off!"

Hearing the cold, Oreo shook his dog's head disdainfully, walked to the breeding room with great arrogance, and then walked back arrogantly, showing that he was not afraid at all.

Seeing this arrogant little look made Somo happy.

He stood up, forced Oreo into his arms, lifted the quilt, and lay down in Somo.

"Hiss, it's so comfortable. There's no hot water to soak your feet in this weather. It's really comfortable to have the quilt to warm your feet!"

Huskies' cold resistance makes Oreo more active in this kind of weather. On the contrary, humans, in this kind of weather, have stiff hands and feet and have difficulty moving, and outdoor activities require a lot of calories.

Lying on the bed, Sumo decided to take a look at the chat panel before the system's eight o'clock harvest arrived.

Concentrating his thoughts, the blue display screen appeared in the middle of his field of vision.

After clicking on the world chat channel, a ripple flashed across the screen, and streams of information began to scroll quickly across the screen.

As Somo's eyes focused, the scrolling began to slow down, and gradually reached a speed acceptable to the human eye and then stopped changing.

"Hey guys, it's so cold. Are there any good friends in the basin? My choice of high mountains this time is really a classic, it's freezing me to death!"

"I'm in the basin. The snow has turned into rain. Hey, I've picked up half of the basin so far this morning. I boiled it and tried it. It's drinkable!"

"The water problem has finally been solved, but do you have enough firewood there? I wore a sweater when I came here. It was so cold!"

"Just take it one step at a time. If you really can't, get more plant fiber. Don't get out if you pile yourself in the middle."

"This damn weather will continue for more than ten days, and after the disaster, the snow won't disappear immediately. If you don't get more supplies now, will it be possible to go out after it snows?"

"Yeah, that makes sense, but it's a pity that it's a waste of food to go out and work now. We've almost killed all the mutants around us."

"Eh? I heard that a few days ago, thousands of people from three shelters joined forces to fight a group of more than 200 centaurs, and they won. I wonder how much supplies more than 200 centaurs can explode! Envy!"

"What are you envious of? Do you know how many people died? More than 500 people. We were five against one, and we almost didn't win. These beasts are really powerful."

As more information is browsed, the chat panel seems to remember personal preferences.

When browsing, when the player shows psychological fluctuations, a prompt will be deliberately popped up to ask whether to block similar messages.

For example, there are still some people crying poor on the world chat channel, and there are even people who work as beggars, begging others to give them some food and daily necessities.

I don't know what kind of thoughts these people have.

Obviously, he has hands and feet, but he doesn't go out to find a way. He just squats in the shelter and does some useless work, trying to trick some passers-by players who are kind-hearted and give him things.

After looking at it, Su Mo made a slightly disgusted expression, and a prompt popped up immediately. After he clicked yes with his mind, this kind of begging information disappeared instantly, and was completely isolated by the game panel.

As for the remaining advertising information, Su Mo looked at them one by one with interest.

"Dead Fire Sea Shelter is recruiting veteran 2D players. Male players with high body fat (at least 22% or more), who are able to endure hardships and are not afraid of fatigue, are required. Once hired, we guarantee at least 300g of food and 200ml of clean water every day. The treatment is excellent. If you need to join near XX location, please contact me quickly!"

"Fasal Club is recruiting players with combat awareness. We don't require your physique and height. As long as your combat power is good enough, after joining the shelter, we will guarantee half a pound of food a day, including at least 100g of meat. The specific location is XX. You can pay attention to it within 200 miles."

"Tats Temple is recruiting players with life skills. As long as you have a skill and can make a lot of basic items, you can join us." Come join us, we have enough fighting power to ensure your safety, and we also have enough food to ensure you get through this cold winter. As long as you are willing to work for a long time, we are waiting for you at position XX! "

"Flying Tiger Shelter, currently located at position XX, we have already detected a group of about 150 Tauren nearby. Are there any other large shelters at the same location? We can cooperate to attack them. At that time, we will distribute the spoils according to the contribution. If we take them down, we will have enough supplies for the winter!"

The advertisements posted by each shelter are very interesting. Su Mo took a look for a while and found that Fassal Club was one of the three shelters discussed by individual players in the world channel.

The other two shelters that cooperated with them suffered heavy losses after this battle, and one of them had less than 40 people left.

So, the three shelters were merged together directly. The treasure chests and meat cut by more than 200 centaurs were enough for them to survive this cold winter.

"More and more fantasy races are targeting humans, but at the same time, some powerful shelters can also eat up small races that have not yet developed their power. In the wasteland, only constant killing can survive."

After flipping through the pages twice, Su Mo suddenly had a clear understanding of the current human form.

Because the Western shelters only recruited elites in the early stage, when they encountered these fantasy races in the early stage, they were able to rely on their strength to attack and annihilate them before these races developed.

On the contrary, these shelters in the East were tied up in the face of these fantasy races because of their uneven strength and the fact that they were too powerful to be eliminated. They were far behind the West and were currently in a precarious situation.