On the other side, after calming down offline, Old Eggplant came online again and suddenly realized that he seemed to have been overlooking a problem.

That is, although those flowers will attack humans, they are essentially plants.

Even if they are a mixture of animals and plants, they are still a living thing after all.

All living things should be afraid of fire.

And that was the Black Forest. Theoretically, the players didn't need to protect the forest. They could just burn it down.

Lao Qiezi thought his idea made sense, so he discussed it with his former friends.

"Shit, why didn't we think of that just now? We are out of our minds."

"So the question is, where can we find fire?"

"That's a good idea. Let's go borrow some fire from the villagers and burn it clean!"

"This is the charm of the open world. When you can't pass the game in one way, there will definitely be another way to get through it!"

"If you set fire to a mountain, you will be jailed for life."

"Just burn it. It seems that this black forest was originally caused by the demonic tide. It should be okay to burn it a little."

"I used to burn straw a lot in my hometown, and the ashes from the burnt straw fell on the ground and could be used as fertilizer!"

Thinking of this, Old Eggplant immediately knocked on the door of the farmer's house in the town where the lights were still on.

At this time, the Kingdom of Night had already entered night, and the bright moon was hanging high in the sky, and it seemed no different from what it looked like on Earth.

But players who have watched "Magic Tides" know very well that the moon will be stained with blood on certain days. The red moon will bring endless monsters and sweep across the entire world. Even the magician can only sacrifice himself to barely fight against it and survive in the chaotic storm.

Fortunately, the moon is at least still silver now, so there is no need to worry about the coming of the demonic tide.

The farmer seemed a little confused. Candles were not common in the Kingdom of Night. A candle could usually be used for a week in an ordinary farmer's home. Most of them followed the rule of working from sunrise to sunset. At this point, it was almost time to blow out the candles and go to sleep to have children.

"Brother, can you lend me a light?"

Old Eggplant was holding a few picked up branches in his hand. Since they were taken from rotten leaves, they were still a little damp and gave off a foul smell.

The farmer hesitated for a moment, looked at the candle again, and finally asked Old Eggplant to come into the house to light the fire.

With the help of the candlelight, Old Eggplant got a better look at the condition of the house. The roof of the wooden house was covered with straw, which would become very damp when it rained and might even leak. There were no distinct rooms in the house. There was a stove with a fire at the door and a wooden bed in the room. There were no tables or chairs, no cabinets, and candles were placed on the stove. It was so simple that Old Eggplant didn't know how they lived.

He didn't say anything either. This situation cannot be changed overnight. If we want to improve people's living standards, it is necessary to develop productivity.

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

It took some effort for Old Eggplant to light the branches. The fire made the room brighter and illuminated the naked women and children.

The firelight flickered in their eyes and then disappeared as Old Eggplant left.

Old Eggplant had no time to lament, as the fire was almost out.

He and other players hurriedly used branches to start a fire and grabbed some dead leaves. Soon, a bonfire was lit at the edge of the field.

The players cheered one after another, with excited expressions on their faces.

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

But there is still a problem now, that is, the burning of branches is very unstable, and it takes at least the same level of intense burning as a torch to ignite the forest.

It's not the dry autumn now, and the Black Forest itself is quite humid, so you have to think carefully if you want to have a good burn.

Lao Qiezi now feels that games being too realistic is not necessarily a good thing.

In other games, any piece of wood can become a nuclear-powered torch that can burn for hundreds of hours without going out.

But in the [Cage], you even have to make your own torches.

If I defeat the monster later, I'll probably have to... take the spoils myself?

Normal torches are usually made of thick wooden sticks wrapped with cloth strips, then poured with gasoline or something like that, and can continue to burn after drying.

But where does the cloth come from now?

Old Eggplant scratched his head and soon turned his attention to the other players.

"What do you want to do? Burning people is not a good idea."

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

"No, the clothes on our bodies are made of cloth. When we die and are resurrected, the clothes on our bodies are intact, which means that this is our initial equipment."

Old Eggplant felt that he had discovered the highlight.

"If we take off all our clothes and go to die, will the equipment disappear with us?"

The players looked at each other.

A true capitalist will not even spare himself when he becomes ruthless.

"I'll try it first."

In line with the spirit of leading by example, Old Eggplant immediately took off his clothes and ran towards the forest naked.

After a while, the clothes did not change at all. Only an old eggplant, wearing the original clothes, ran back quickly and asked excitedly.

"How is it, are the clothes still there?"

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

They took off their clothes one after another and ran naked in the fields. One or two of them rushed into the forest, looking for various ways to commit suicide, and then climbed out of the mud. One piece of clothing turned into two, then three, and soon the fields had a bumper harvest of clothes.

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

Old Qiezi did not deal with the clothes and planned to distribute them to other people after dawn tomorrow. He picked up a few pieces of clothes, tore them into strips, wrapped them around a wooden stick and tied a knot. Since he had no gasoline, he had to burn them.

Leading a group of players and holding torches in his hands, Old Eggplant quickly returned to the bush where he knew with his eyes closed where the vines would fall from.

But this time, Old Eggplant did not rush in. Instead, he used the firelight to illuminate the wriggling flowers.

“Go to hell!”

He shouted and threw the torch into the flowers.

If you say this is a game, then it is indeed just a game, but in the virtual reality, these monsters have indeed killed him countless times. This personal feeling of hatred has become his motivation to fight at this moment.

Along with Old Eggplant's shouts, countless torches were thrown into the flowers. Even though the Black Forest was damp, the flowers were gradually ignited by the burning of so many torches.

The twisted vines tried to struggle, and the flower buds that could devour human flesh were consumed in the flames.

Seeing the fire spread, Old Eggplant felt that his soul was sublimated, and an unprecedented pleasure rose in his heart.

This is the joy of revenge, the jubilation of mankind's final victory over nature, and the shock of one's soul being liberated.

He grinned a somewhat hideous smile, which looked particularly terrifying under the light of the fire.

Then, Old Eggplant discovered that the fire seemed to be burning to this side.

"Run, run quickly!"

He turned and ran away.