Chapter 443: Fields Full of Hope

The sudden natural disaster was exactly what the rancher wanted, but as Sklar said, Theoden was actually a very "merciful" king.

At least he didn't pretend to shed a few crocodile tears, then go to put out the fire with a fan, or chop the burnt cattle and sheep into stuffing, wrap it in pancakes and eat it again.

The Green Forest Army is doing this, and with Kailan's tacit approval.

It must be said that people who are full still eat better than those who are hungry.

This is certainly not because of the nobility or inferiority of blood or soul, nor is it about justice or evil. It is purely because their different ecological niches determine the roles they must play on a specific stage.

If a one in a million miracle really happens, and Kailan and his twelve leaders really accomplish something great with the support of Chaos, his children and grandchildren may have the opportunity to become the new Theoden.

It's very simple. Just give them a few hundred years so that they can have enough food to eat like the Devalu family.

Taking into account the population expansion and the development of productivity over time, it may not take a few hundred years.

If Urgos, the Everhungry Claw, hadn't burned the world to ashes or returned it to the Stone Age after influencing everything...

The raging flames of war are still spreading towards Dusk City, and it will take some time for the dice of fate to settle.

However, all this chaos and curse seems to have nothing to do with the Quemu Territory, which is blessed by the Holy Light.

Perhaps out of awe for Her Highness the Saint, or perhaps out of fear of the divine power of the Son of God, the ratmen in the Wanren Mountains suddenly restrained their infiltration into Quemu Territory, and even withdrew several nests in this area.

[One leaf tells the coming of autumn] I feel quite lost.

He felt that he was almost about to grasp the legendary "main line", but the main line flew away like a kite with a broken string.

"The ratmen who invaded Quemu Territory suddenly retreated. We found traces of the boss's presence in the empty lair, but nothing was left inside."

"Later, we learned from the NPCs that the Campbell Duchy's army was fighting a coalition of Stillwater, the Green Forest Army, and the Skaven, and that they were suspected of having the support of the dwarves. A reasonable analysis suggests that the withdrawn Skaven troops might have gone to deal with the Campbell people."

"...Of course, I personally tend to think that the dog planner hasn't finished the subsequent plot yet, so he made this seemingly reasonable, but actually unreasonable arrangement."

Official website forum, pioneering communication section.

Yiyezhiqiu updated the latest progress of investigating the traces of rat people's activities in the post.

As one of the few technically proficient players in "Cataclysm OL", his posts have always been very popular.

After all, most people can only skim through the plot, and few can immerse themselves in the game world like him, connecting the clues found in the game world with reasonable logic to unearth the hidden tasks and rewards behind them.

However, having said that, because his posts were too technically demanding, most people who copied them couldn't understand them. They just felt good for their eyes, but their brains hadn't reacted yet.

Therefore, the vast majority of players who leave messages here are not here to copy others. They are either here to get 666 or 999, or they are begging the shit planner to come in and cut some corners, otherwise this crappy game will be unplayable.

Gou Shi: "Be content, you've already had enough gaming experience! How much more do you want?! (Angry)"

He gulped down the chemical pool: "Exactly! The idiot planner let you get so much public beta content for free. You're really losing out!"

Yiyezhiqiu: "You can't say that. In name, I'm a self-funded tester. It's better to say that he's freeloading on me than that I'm freeloading on him. (Slant eyes)"

Directly opposite is the pig: "Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

What is face? "How shameless!"

Pig-Headed Knight: "That's right! Isn't it appropriate not to chop it off? (Angry)"

Tauren Warrior: "Why are you making such a fuss? If they're going to chop you off, shouldn't they chop you off too? (Sweat)"

Suddenly, Wan: "..."

“…”

…

Only God can see all the causes and effects.

Sometimes things that seem unreasonable may not really be unreasonable, it’s just that the cognition of ordinary people varies.

As a T0 player, Yiye Zhiqiu's knowledge is obviously not low, but it is impossible for him to imagine that the Wheat Field Village right under their noses is actually inhabited by the empire's "nuclear weapons".

There's no way around it. The name Gunter is too common, and Steingrabe isn't a very prominent surname.

He and his "sword energy" are too niche in the entire Os continent.

Although he achieved legend with his sword, it wasn't his swordsmanship that made him a demigod. Rather, it was the simple morality and chivalry in the hearts of the people of Osland, and the legend he built by responding to expectations with his strength.

In other words, if he is good at using guns, he would be a gun master.

And if one day, he suddenly realized the essence of faith and supernatural power, and that Saint Sith was not just any "person", but all the people who believed in Him...

Then his domain will no longer be just a limited domain, but will become the whole world.

Not only that, he will also transcend himself, will hear another voice in his heart, and thus condense into a godhead -

Just like what the Emperor, Gutav and Lint Isaac had experienced in the past.

At the same time, in a corner of Maitian Village, Quemuling’s first “Rock Hotel” was finally launched.

The mud-gray walls are plain yet full of a solid texture, just like the tall chimney and its simple name, bringing the warmth of home to travelers staying here.

The two-story building was not very high. The first floor was a large hall that could accommodate more than 20 tables, as well as a spacious kitchen, utility room, bathhouse, and a small number of guest rooms. The second floor was entirely occupied by guest rooms. Although each room was narrow, they were well-equipped and could provide adequate shelter from the wind and snow during the journey.

It just stood quietly by the road, like a sturdy farmer, holding the first ray of smoke rising from the wheat field village towards the travelers.

As one of the key projects of local professional gamers, this project can be said to have condensed the creativity and sweat of many players.

After all, they all agreed that not only should the hotel be built well, but it should also have an authentic feel!

This will test their understanding of architecture and architectural history, and also their understanding of the game "Disaster Online" and Rye Village.

Standing in front of the completed hotel, [Cowardly and Strong] touched his angular jawline and spoke in a crunching voice.

"Don't you think this name is dirty?"

He looked at him in confusion, looking uncouth and dull.

"What's so dirty about this?"

He smiled timidly and stubbornly, "Rock...delay...hehe...you know it, brother!"

Brother Tumu was silent for a long time, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay brother, stop talking, I understand you!"

Gou Jianqiang was stunned. He didn't expect his grandson to react like this, and he immediately became anxious.

"What the hell?! I haven't used it before, I was just joking, don't take it seriously!"

Brother Tumu looked at him with concern.

"Don't explain. No normal person would think of that. You just have a fucking vivid imagination, don't you?"

Gou Jianqiang: “@#%!”

In the eyes of others, their hardworking and charming ancestors hugged each other excitedly because they had accomplished another amazing "big project".

I don’t know why, but the two holy spirits hugged each other and rolled into the mud on the side.

Old Hank was the first to react and said something with a sudden inspiration.

"Maybe a couple!"

This makes sense!

The Saint Lady didn’t say that the holy spirits that came back to help them were all grandfathers. What if there was a grandmother?

The tangled white bones instantly turned into white arms in his eyes.

The mother who was taking care of the child nearby also reacted immediately and quickly blindfolded the child.

"Don't look blindly!"

The few "fake" players nearby who were carrying translation crystals were laughing so hard that their stomachs hurt.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

These NPCs have such rich imaginations!

In this way, Wheatfield Village finally had its first hotel, and this village with a strong rural flavor finally had some of the atmosphere of a fantasy RPG.

It doesn’t matter whether there are guests or not, what matters is the atmosphere!

Just as the players were overjoyed with their masterpieces, Gunter was also deeply moved by the enthusiasm of the villagers. He hadn't expected them to value him so much, to the point of building such a large house for a complete stranger with just a promise!

Although it was built by the Holy Spirits, considering that the Holy Spirits are the ancestors of the villagers of Wheat Field Village, rounding it off is roughly equal to the number of living villagers.

Looking at these generous people, Gunter couldn't help but think of Greystone... and the Greystone before the people there "died".

This burly man, who was over two meters tall, felt as if sand had entered his eyes for a moment.

Not just out of gratitude.

More importantly, he saw hope!

"Everyone, thank you for thinking so highly of me. Although I have nothing to offer you in return, I want to show my appreciation... At least let me treat you to a meal!"

Looking at Gunter with a serious expression, Old Hank grinned and said.

"How can a mercenary like you know anything about cooking? And where do you get the ingredients?"

When Yulien heard this, he quickly argued for his master.

"That's not true! Even though my master's cooking isn't delicious, it's still enough to fill your stomach! Besides, there are monsters in the forest. If we kill one or two, we'll have enough food."

The villagers around him were immediately amused when they heard what the young man said. No wonder when the young man first arrived, he slurped down the watery oatmeal porridge. It turned out that he had eaten too much game.

Although it is enviable, it does not stop them from making fun of the poor.

"How can it be that simple? Cooking requires more than just meat. You can't just boil it in plain water, right? That would be shabby."

"Exactly! Don't even mention you have money. The market here isn't even open yet. Even if you have money, you wouldn't know who to buy from!"

"Oh, by the way, the greens in my garden have just started to grow. How about we have a feast?"

"What a great idea, haha! I remember that the potatoes in Old Hank's field seem to have produced tubers as big as bird eggs! I haven't eaten stewed potatoes in a long time!"

"Shh... My mouth is watering. We've been eating oatmeal for so long! It's time to improve our food... Wait, how the hell do you know how big the potatoes in my field are?"

"Hey, I accidentally touched it last night. Don't worry, you didn't steal it. I put it back!"

"Only the dead would believe you! Don't even think about touching my potatoes. I'm saving them for making wine!"

That being said, Old Hank was obviously not a stingy person, and he had planted quite a few. In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided to dig some out for everyone to satisfy their cravings.

Just like that, with everyone talking at once, Gunter's original proposal to treat everyone to a meal turned into everyone just scraping together some food.

When he came to his senses, Gunter realized with a laugh and tears that he had not repaid the favor at all, but instead owed more and more...

On the other side, people returned to their homes and picked up whatever they could. Those who had nothing also picked up a basket of tree bark with red faces.

It's a pity that no one in Quemu Territory eats that stuff anymore. Everyone appreciates his kindness, but there's no need to throw the food into the pot...

In just half an hour, a pile of various fruits and vegetables appeared in front of the Rock Hotel.

Cabbage is the main ingredient, along with some wild vegetables and berries, as well as potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Before this year's harvest, these things were almost all the belongings of the villagers in Maitian Village.

However, on this day worth celebrating, they took out these things without hesitation.

It wasn't a celebration to show off, or even just for the strangers carrying greatswords. They were celebrating more for themselves, or to comfort the gods who were watching over them - their lives were back on track, and they would soon say goodbye to the past.

A month ago, when the green shoots just emerged from the ground, many people were thinking about this in their hearts.

Gaunt's hotel was just an excuse, and I was lucky enough to arrive just in time...

Just as people were talking and making plans for the party, their charming ancestor seemed to have finally finished his work and climbed out of the mud pit.

The thin skeleton arm was raised high, and his stubborn cry was heard.

Earthy yet strong: "Wait, you guys want to have a feast?! Take me with you! I'm your dad!"

It’s a pity that no one can understand his creaking sound except himself.

Fortunately, a "mountain man" who was said to be able to understand the language of the dead happened to pass by nearby, and the clever villagers found him.

Faced with this big, silly man with a crystal ball hanging on his chest, the villagers eagerly asked him for advice on the wisdom of their ancestors.

Facing those pairs of fiery gazes, [Lighter] certainly would not ignore everyone's kindness and insisted.

"He said he was going to donate a big fat pig!"

There is no other reason.

He wants to eat!

Although undead players cannot enjoy the delicacies of the human world, pseudo-human players can!

Not only this inhumane player swallowed his saliva, but also the villagers of Wheatfield Village who listened to the wisdom of their ancestors.

There's pork?!

Everyone was instantly excited when they heard this.

Cowardly yet strong: "@%#!!"

Looking at Brother Gou Jianqiang who was surrounded by his grandchildren, [Unfashionable and Dumb] lying in the mud sighed.

"Never mind...at worst, I can just buy one from Beifeng City and spend some money to get it here using the teleportation array."

The brick kiln was about to open.

Just treat it as a treat for everyone, and come and take care of our business in the future...

…

Preparations for the banquet began quickly, and the atmosphere in the Rock Inn was as lively as the flames in the fireplace.

In the end, the players brought not only several big fat pigs, but also more than a dozen barrels of specialties from the Nightmare Land, as well as several professional players who are passionate about cooking.

Among them is the Demon King's personal chef, Fish Cake Juice, as well as some new faces who have only recently joined the game.

The players set up large iron pots at the entrance of the hotel. Some were killing pigs, some were chopping vegetables, and some were giving bad ideas and making trouble... The atmosphere was as lively as a festival, and it looked so lively!

Although there are no task rewards or achievements to be rewarded, happiness itself is the best reward.

Not all players are hardcore players who pursue numbers. There are also a considerable number of players who are driven by fun.

It wasn't just the players who were bustling with activity; the NPCs were just as lively. Due to their different species, they even looked more like human beings than the players.

It’s not the first time that players of “Catastrophe Online” have lamented that artificial intelligence is becoming more and more advanced.

He is even more humane than humans.

"Brother Gaunt! Congratulations! We finally have a place to drink in our village!"

Looking at the bustling hotel entrance, old Hank, who had just dug potatoes from the ground, smiled and patted Gunter's shoulder. Although his heart was bleeding, he also sincerely wished this wandering brother a happy life in the future.

Although he had no intention of living a peaceful life, Gunter still appreciated the farmer's kindness and nodded in thanks.

"Um...thank you!"

"Hey, what are you thanking me for? We'll be a family from now on!" Old Hank smiled and patted his shoulder hard again.

It’s strange to say, this guy’s body is too strong, and he feels like a rock when he is hit.

Looking at his master's "awkward" expression, the young man named Yulien couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

His master was not an emotional person. Not only did he rarely smile along the way, but even his expression rarely changed.

It was the first time for him to see his master laugh so many times in one day.

Even if those smiles are a little unnatural, they are like people who go swimming in the river for the first time, standing by the river and repeatedly testing the depth.

But no matter what, it's a good start.

As the Sword Master's adopted son and apprentice, Yurien was sincerely happy for his master...

On the other side, the banquet was almost ready, and the hotel lobby was packed with nearly two hundred people.

A mere twenty tables could not accommodate all the villagers of Wheatfield Village, especially the brothers from the Salvation Army who came over after smelling the aroma and brought a wild wolf they had killed yesterday.

In order to accommodate as many people as possible, all the tables and chairs in the village were moved to the entrance of the Rock Hotel. Those who didn't get a seat didn't care and simply squatted on the roadside and waited.

Anyway, they are used to eating this way.

At the same time, an enticing aroma was spreading from the hotel kitchen.

I saw a tall and strong "mountain man" holding a shovel as big as a spade, stirring up the wind and clouds in a huge iron pot.

His ID is [Authentic Chef], and he wears a proper chef's hat on his head. Although the hat looks funny on his head, it does not hinder his skills!

I saw the milky white soup bubbling in the pot, and the pork was stewed until it was soft and tasty. Although the sauerkraut floating in it was different from the traditional sauerkraut of the Ryan people, the taste was not inferior to the latter, and was even obviously better!

There is no other reason.

Just because he poured half a bottle of pepper into it!

Although spices are not a rare commodity in the necropolis with ancient trees of life and night elves, they are a luxury item in the Dusk Province that even the lords may not be able to use.

If this was a competition, he'd already won!

The intoxicating aroma soon attracted the ancestors of Wheatfield Village, and a group of skeleton soldiers whose names were pronounced "Holy Spirit" also squeezed into the kitchen, creaking and shouting.

"The feast is about to begin! The feast is about to begin!"

"Hurry, hurry, save a seat for us. I'm the oldest, so I'll be the head table!"

"Ahhh! Time to eat, brothers!"

They are all skeleton soldiers who contributed to the construction of the hotel. Although they have received the favorability of the mysterious NPC greatswordsman and martial arts secrets as rewards, it does not stop them from being greedy and wanting to join in the celebration party!

Can’t eat?

It doesn't matter!

The solutions are all thought up by people, and they have other ways to increase their sense of participation!

Seeing these guys swarming towards the bubbling big iron pot, the [Authentic Chef] was immediately frightened and quickly waved a spoon to drive these guys away.

"Go away! Get out of here! You haven't even eaten enough to digest your food, go sit at the same table with the offerings!"

It was a separate table with some fruits and bread on it, not far from the door of the hotel.

By the way, this is not a tradition of the locals themselves, but was taught to them by the players. They said that their ancestors liked this, and placing rich offerings can be used to commemorate the souls of the ancestors.

There is no need to waste the offerings after the memorial service, just give them to the children!

Making children happy was also something our ancestors loved to do!

As for who specifically had the wrong taste, that's unknown. After all, where there are necropolis players, players' sudden inspiration and the necropolis' "evil spirit" are inevitable.

not to mention--

The acolytes actually encouraged them to do so, and it was said to be a way to strengthen their faith.

When there is a clear object of faith, the power of faith and cohesion are directly linked.

The skeleton soldiers who were driven away felt aggrieved at first, but then they thought that sitting at the same table with the tribute seemed to be a unique experience, so they happily did as they were told.

In reality, they have never sat at the tribute table!

Looking at the kids who were almost crying with greed, [Cowardly and Strong] teased them with the cakes in his hand.

"Little boy, do you want to eat? Hey, call daddy and let him hear it!"

The child said nothing, but just stared at him stubbornly.

Unfashionable and dull: "Are you stupid? There is no translation crystal here, how can he understand a shit?"

And isn’t this generational status declining? !

Cowardly yet strong: "Fuck, that was sloppy!"

In the end, Comrade Gou Jianqiang, who had a bad taste, gave the pastry in his hand to the child.

There were also chocolates and sugar cubes that he secretly brought from the teleportation array...these were all specialties of the Janna continent.

Looking at the children's joyful scramble and clumsy expressions of gratitude, his mouth was grinning as he experienced the pleasure of being an ancestor.

That’s great.

In reality, it would take at least a few hundred dollars in red envelopes to make the children so happy, right?

He felt more satisfied in his spiritual world than ever before, and seemed to have found the correct way to use ghost money.

Although the power of the game world cannot be brought to the real world, the resonance between souls can be transmitted to each other through these simple and pure feelings.

On the other side, Gunter was also attracted to the kitchen by the aroma he had never smelled before.

Looking at the golden leaves tumbling in the pot and the soft and tender chunks of meat, he asked curiously.

"What's this?"

[Authentic Chef] looked back and saw that the mysterious swordsman with a story written on his face had noticed him, and he was immediately excited!

Hidden mission!

Legendary secrets!

There are also hidden achievements!

His mind was now full of these things, and he stuttered in his excitement.

"Authentic, authentic sauerkraut stewed with authentic big fat pig!"

Gaunt was stunned.

"…What is that?"

Authentic chef: "All, all are authentic!"

Gaunt: “……?”

The authentic chef was so anxious that he scratched his head.

He didn't know much Imperial language to begin with, and the crystal ball was not at hand. He racked his brains for a long time but could only come up with these two sentences.

Seeing that he didn't seem very smart, Gaunt didn't make things difficult for him and found a reason for him in his mind.

I heard that the mountain people in the Wanren Mountains rarely communicate with the kingdoms below the mountains. Maybe this guy usually communicates with dwarves, so it is normal that he only knows these two sentences in the Imperial language.

However, Gunter felt very emotional when he thought of this. It had only been a short time, and the villagers of Wheatfield Village were able to eat pork.

only……

Where did this pig come from?

He had seen the newly built pigpen in the village, but he had never seen pigs being raised in it?

(End of this chapter)