Chapter 47 Wasteland Five-Person Team, Start!
Lu Wenwu was not particularly surprised by the appearance of three non-human intelligent beings.
I just sighed that I was lucky enough to run into three of them in one go.
After he went back last time, he specifically asked Liu Ming for some special information to study.
In the previous life, there were the immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and monsters from China on Blue Star, the magicians and fantasy creatures from the Western world, and even the elves and demons that were frequent visitors to the book.
The existences in countless myths, legends and fantasy stories all exist on this blue planet.
This is the tiny difference from the Blue Star in Lu Wenwu's previous life.
This is a planet where the tradition of spiritual practice and the path to eternal life have never been interrupted.
When the system selects players, there is no restriction that they must be real people!
Any intelligent life is possible.
However, only ordinary people of E level will participate in the auditions for the initial dungeon, starting from the lowest level and working their way up.
If you have some cultivation level before entering, you will be directly assigned the identity of a player, and will be matched into dungeons based on your own cultivation level at the beginning.
Don't think this is a good thing.
A high starting point means no benefits from low-level copies.
Apart from the ancestral skills, magic spells, magic tools and other items, the rest is completely penniless.
Even bringing in magical weapons that are not produced by the system will increase the difficulty before matching.
As for completing attribute points?
Sorry, no such good thing.
If you come in at level 11, you will not be given any of the attribute point rewards for the previous levels.
When you reach level 12, you will only gain five points from the first level.
Not to mention other equipment, props, spirit coins, rare items, etc.
It is precisely for this reason that, unless the contaminated area is truly out of control, countries will choose to train extraordinary people without player identities in advance, in order to quickly improve their strength in a way that is similar to killing the chicken to get the eggs.
Let’s get back to the topic.
When Lu Wenwu proposed to form a team, the Northeastern fox girl was the first to express her opinion.
"Hey, bro, I really want this little piece of yours. We absolutely have to team up! Give me your WeChat number later. If you can get out alive, keep in touch."
Sister Xiaohonghong, no! Brother Hong said with a heroic look on his face.
By the way, she also threw a coquettish glance at Lu Wenwu.
I have to say, if the big fox lady was a mute, Lu Wenwu would really be madly moved.
As for now, he just wanted to clasp his fists and shout, "Damn it, big brother!"
"Amitabha."
The old monk at the side was chanting Buddhist verses with a look of compassion on his face.
"Very good, very good. I am willing to advance and retreat together with all the donors."
"Ah, I can do anything. Anything is fine with me."
Anthony, the vampire dressed as a college student, still had that shy smile on his face and nodded slightly.
As for the succubus Kassan
She lowered her head so low that Lu Wenwu was afraid she would suffocate to death.
Judging from the rise and fall of her chest, she seemed to have nodded just now.
At least the system's team interface currently displays [5/5]
[Team formation successful, team main quest progress shared, current number of people - 5]
[Dungeon mode changed, current mode is - Teamwork]
[Warning: Teammates are protected by system rules, please do not maliciously harm each other]
The team was formed, and the tense atmosphere among the five people gradually eased.
Especially the succubus Kashan.
At least the [Caution] and [Slightly Fearful] in her status bar had disappeared without a trace.
[Extreme tension] also turned into [tension].
I really don't know why such a weirdo could appear in Succubus.
Lu Wenwu could only attribute it to the diversity among intelligent creatures.
He took a quick look around and said quickly, "There are no mission instructions, so time shouldn't be too tight. Let's follow the rules and introduce ourselves first, starting with me."
Wasteland, a distorted wasteland.
Rumor has it that this place used to be a beautiful meadow with emerald green grass, and above it was a clear blue sky and large white clouds.
Under the reflection of the bright sunshine, the sweet water as transparent and shining as crystal condenses into a lake, like a gift from God.
However, no one alive today has ever seen it.
To them, the sky is gray, the clouds are dark red and brown, the ground is basically bare, and the water in the wild is turbid and cannot be drunk directly.
The herds of cattle and sheep of the past have long since disappeared.
The deformed creatures created by pollution and radiation form communities that roam this wasteland.
No one remembered what this place was called, so they just picked the most popular name as a nickname.
The ones who are still alive only remember that the first generation of survivors who died out more than a hundred years ago kept repeating one word over and over again.
Wasteland.
This is a deadly hell and also a hunting ground for the strong.
The wasteland humans, who have long forgotten what farming is, make a living by hunting deformed creatures.
It is said that beneath this sand there was once a magnificent city, buried with a large number of products from the past era.
If you can find some valuable products, you can go to a large gathering place to exchange them for purified drinking water and get purified food made from plant powder.
Even if you can't find the treasure, staying in this dangerous area with high radiation and pollution for a long time will increase the possibility of becoming an evolver.
The occasional lucky break further confirms this.
Although most of the brave wasteland scavengers died from radiation, mutation, pollution, and aberration attacks.
But this place still attracts countless wastelanders.
At this moment, there are several fearless wasteland scavengers who are walking unwaveringly towards the depths of the distorted wasteland, carrying the despair unique to wastelanders, as well as an almost imperceptible trace of hope.
"Great God of Evolution, please bless us."
The weathered man in the lead tightened the dirty scarf around his neck, wiped the cloudy lenses of his goggles, looked up at the dim sun in the sky, and murmured softly.
"Old John, we've been walking for three whole days. Are you sure that the picture is real?"
A thin, withered fellow pursed his cracked lips, his voice extremely hoarse.
"It's not too late to turn back now. If we save some more water, we'll have enough for two more days."
Old John was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He instantly became angry. "Damn it! I told you Takeda! I found this in a map book that is at least a hundred years old! It's a map from the old times! Do you understand the old times?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Old John, the great archaeologist from the Giant Bone Collection Area." Takeda was already accustomed to this. "Forget it, I don't have the resources to buy water when I go back anyway. This is a miserable life. Even if I die, I'll be at peace."
"I have a feeling we're almost there."
Just as the two were trying to find joy in their misery, a "human" covered in an inhuman shell spoke.
If Lu Wenwu were here, he would definitely feel familiar.
This person looked exactly like the contaminated person he had met before.
"I can feel the power of the Great God of Evolution guiding me, not far away." The evolver pointed in a direction with his hand that had turned into a pair of pliers.
Old John's eyes lit up, and he strode forward: "Haha, praise the great God of Evolution! Boys, we're going to get rich!"
The thin Takeda shrugged his shoulders and silently gripped the samurai sword at his waist, which, according to his deceased father, was passed down from the old times.
As for what is a samurai?
Takeda is too lazy to care about such trivial matters.
He is not an archaeologist.
He only cares about whether he can have a full meal next time, or whether he can have a bottle of pure drinking water.
After drinking the worst grade-three drinking water for years, the thirty-year-old Takeda feels that he is not far from returning to the heaven of the great god of evolution.
(End of this chapter)
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