The three of them continued to search for interesting transaction information on the bulletin board. The Mage Guild had opened the rune language for some time, which gave many adventure teams new goals.
The demand for runes has increased significantly, and exchange of runes and equipment with grooves account for less than half of the list.
Now one No. 8 rune can be exchanged for two pieces of gold equipment of level 10 or above. Even with the explosion rate of Mo Bei's team, they can't afford to exchange it.
Recently, they only got two first kills in a row before getting a few good items. They didn't encounter powerful elites or bosses, and gold equipment was rarely available. It can be seen how tempting the gray-black stones are.
Most teams are still not confident that they can get the Divine Word equipment, because the probability of whiteboard equipment with more than one slot appearing is about the same as gold equipment. So if you get runes, of course it's practical to exchange for a few more pieces of gold equipment.
Mo Bei felt that the countess must have been having a hard time recently, and he didn't know if he would have a chance to see her after entering the black wasteland.
If there is no buying and selling, there is no killing. . .
Several camp guards suddenly came to Exchange Cross, posted a few announcements on the bulletin board and left in a hurry.
The job transferees started talking about it after seeing it, and then left one after another.
The entire trading cross actually seemed a bit deserted, with only the sound of parchment blowing in the wind, as if it was the Great Depression.
With the news that the Mages Guild had brought back Tristram, the entire camp began to make tight arrangements.
A large number of job-changer teams and camp guards entered the Stone Wilderness, preparing to occupy Rakanihue's lair and then establish a Stone Wilderness teleportation station.
The respawn points of BOSS are generally relatively fixed, but if they are killed immediately after rebirth, after a few more visits, their bodies in hell will probably find a way to change their respawn points, so they can't keep sending them away.
Watching one adventure team after another heading towards the teleportation array, Mo Bei felt itchy in his heart. Tristram is now a good place to collect treasures and level up.
But you can't always grab every advantage. It would be too tiring to be a human being like that.
In fact, he was still thinking about the reward that had never been promised, and he felt that those old men in the Mages Guild would never have sex for nothing, right?
But now those old men and Kasha, the reward-distributing NPC, are probably too busy. Naturally, he is too embarrassed to hang out in front of others.
So the three of them went to the village of Blountar. The Harvest Festival was only a few days away, and they wanted to help make some preparations.
In previous years, farm work in the fields has basically stopped at this time, but this year, because some cold-resistant crops have been replanted, the villagers are still busy. Therefore, if the patrol team has enough time, they will stay in the village to help.
There are many women washing vegetables for pickling by the well in the village, and Milor's mother Kelly is also among them.
Milor and Perona immediately stepped forward to help fetch water, and poured a basket of crisp turnips that had just been pulled out of the ground into a large wooden bucket filled with water, and washed them carefully.
These turnips will be grown, small and tender, and will be extremely delicious after pickling. Mo Bei swallowed unconsciously when he saw them.
Seeing the men in the village busy in the fields, he immediately took off his shoes, rolled up his trousers and joined in.
The Harvest Festival lasts for ten days, which is probably the longest festival Mo Bei has ever seen. He had heard before that some ethnic minority festivals would last for several months, but he never had the chance to experience them.
The adventurers had been in the wilderness for more than half a month. In order not to miss this annual event, the festival was extended as long as possible.
On the day before the Harvest Festival, the villagers have begun to bring the delicious food and drinks they have made to the camp. People from dozens of villages rushed to the camp on wooden trucks pulled by pack animals, and even lined up in a long line at the entrance of the camp, waiting for resettlement.
The camp set up countless tents in the main square, allowing people to fill the square with food and drinks, and even set up stoves to cook or barbecue on site. The pub will also bring out some of its treasures to celebrate this festival that everyone has been looking forward to all year.
In these dark times, people's anticipation for the festival has only increased.
The more difficult the days are, the more a pause is needed for people to relax, and the suffering seems to be less long.
Some people regard it as a sign of the end of the year, celebrating that they and those they care about can return to camp. Some people are looking forward to getting together, while others just want to share some pure happiness, such as food and wine.
Milor said that this year's Harvest Festival was not as lively as in previous years. Mo Bei thought it was just in time for the passage to Tristram to open. Judging from the time, many people were probably still rushing on the stone wilderness. But he doesn't think it's his fault. It's not because the plan can't keep up with the changes.
The festival officially started on the second day. Although it was not as lively as in previous years, the large square of the camp was filled with people near noon.
The joyful and noisy atmosphere and the aroma of food filled the entire square. People held wine glasses in one hand and put their other hands on each other, singing and dancing amidst the music.
Milor and Perona held each other's arms and walked back and forth in the crowd. Perona pursed her lips and her big dark blue eyes were bright, which was her unique happy expression.
They wanted to win over Mo Bei before, but how could Mo Bei, an otaku, do this? . . Now when he fights, his steps are still nimble, but when he dances, he wishes he could trip over himself.
At this time, he could only stand on the sidelines holding a big cup, keeping a smile on his face that made him not look embarrassed, and looking around.
Suddenly, he looked through the crowd and his eyes were attracted by a flash of red on the other side of the square, which was Akali's iconic red hair.
He found Akali standing alone at the table with food, a little embarrassed on her face. When had this tough girl, who always had a heroic appearance, shown such an expression?
"Akali!" Mo Bei squeezed through the crowd and waved to Akali.
"Why aren't you with them?" Looking at Alvin and Ned jumping around in the crowd, he was curious as to why Akali was standing alone.
"I can't..." Akali looked a little embarrassed.
"What a coincidence! I don't know how to do it either." Mo Bei looked a little relieved to find someone of the same kind, thinking that this girl might be timid sometimes.
"...How about we compare notes?" After the two stood silently for a moment, Akali suddenly said.
"..."
Why did you suddenly put up a flag during this big holiday? ?
He was scared.
If you don’t rely on equipment, you can’t defeat it!
People in this world are physically stronger, and most people start practicing all simple fighting movements from a very young age. The most common game that children play together is to beat them with wooden sticks. Anyway, they are very resilient and cannot be beaten.
It can be said that Akali has had few opponents since she was a child. Mo Bei grew up playing with firecrackers and marbles. He knows how to kill him, but he is too weak in real-person PK. He has never really fought with others. Over the shelf.
He only came into contact with real combat after coming here. The three months in the training camp can only be considered an introduction at best. Now he can fight Akali at 4 or 6, which is already very good.
Just as Mo Bei and Akali were standing quietly together enjoying the festive atmosphere, they heard a sound that made him grit his teeth.
"Hey! Hozik! He's the little guy you kicked off. He grew up really fast. The battle ax I took out at the Trading Cross that day made me very jealous!"
"Hahaha, it's really him! It's rare to see such black hair."
"She's just too small. She doesn't seem to be as tall as the red-haired girl next to her."
Three bear-like barbarians passed behind Mo Bei carrying a pile of food. They were chatting privately, but with their voices they were simply announcing loudly.
Akali glanced at Mo Bei in surprise and burst out laughing. Feeling a little rude, he immediately covered his mouth, but his eyes still curled up beautifully.
Mo Bei is so angry, you three can't get through this, right? Why do you keep mentioning it in front of girls! You did it on purpose!
This team is the three strange flowers in the camp, the three barbarian brothers Rael, Hozik and Grob. The only team full of barbarians was three barbarians who specialized in taunting.
There are few people in the camp who can deal with them without negative emotions. Even Akara will go back to the small tent first when he hears their voices.
These three guys seemed to have come back from outside. Their armors were covered with traces of fighting. At this time, they were wandering around the main square. One of them had a huge roasted animal leg under his creaking nest. They ate while walking and went back to their cabin to rest, planning to have enough energy to fight again tomorrow.
As night fell, Mo Bei finally saw the bonfire rising in the center of the large square. The pine trees were built into a tic-shaped platform, and the entire tree trunks were placed around it. After it was lit, the fire quickly rose in the breeze of the night. The flames rose more than ten meters high.
The entire large square was illuminated by the firelight, and there was a scent of burning pine wood in the air. Everyone's interest became even higher and the real carnival began.
Mo Bei looked at the flames swaying in the air from a distance. At this time, he was standing in a dim street, which was even more silent against the noise on the other side of the main square.
Walking to a small wooden house, listening to the constant snoring inside, he carefully took out a bottle of black potion from the inventory.
Not sure about the accuracy of his throwing, he tiptoed to the house, threw the bottle in through the crack of the window, smashed it to the ground with a crisp "bang", then turned around and ran away.
"Accept the sanction of justice!!" Mo Bei turned around and made a shooting gesture towards the hut as he ran.
Not long after, a burst of screams of pain and agony came from behind.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhzik!!!!"
"It's not me! Ugh! It's really not me! Stop it! Run away! Let me go! Let me out!! Ahhhhhhh!"
"You still want to run! Grob! Tie him up!"
"Ouch! Ahhhhhh! Help!!"
