novelraw Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Finding a way to cure Anna's malady is certainly possible.
Given the current conditions, we can only try one method at a time.
Whether Intermediate Insight or a more advanced Insight Spell can truly identify Anna's problem and provide a solution is just Su Nian's guess.
If he recklessly pours a large number of System Points into it and still can't solve the problem, then it's all over.
Because the Insight Spell doesn't enhance strength.
By then, he might not even have the ability to cross the sea with Anna.
Enhancing the Insight Spell is a last resort, but one thing is certain: he must quickly harvest these Sakura Island players without any mercy.
Leave a few honest ones to plant potatoes.
The rest should be blocked and killed, leaving none behind.
Su Nian held the petite and soft Anna in his arms, his chin gently resting on her head, his mind racing with thoughts.
The Dragon Nest quieted down, with only the faint sound of the wind to be heard.
A dragon and an elf sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, yet together enjoying the peaceful moment.
Outside the Dragon Nest, the sun set in the west.
The twilight gathered its long threads of thought, and dark red pupils gazed at the earth, reflecting in the Black Dragon's pale golden eyes, a hint of murderous red glinting within.
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"By the Emperor, it's the first time I've seen such a huge potato! It's astonishing!"
Jingtian Shang'er held a potato the size of a car tire, his face full of shock and bewilderment.
But he was, after all, a descendant of eighteen generations of potato farmers from Sakura Island, and the way he handled the potato, even the appreciative look in his eyes, spoke of one thing—professionalism.
"This kind of potato, can you plant it?"
Big Grey Wolf lifted Jingtian Shang'er by the back of his collar, as if holding a gas canister.
"Of course we can."
Jingtian Shang'er was very confident.
He carefully examined the potato's roots, stems, and leaves, finding that apart from its size, this in-game potato was no different from those on Blue Star.
"Then, good, you teach them to plant!"
Big Grey Wolf placed Jingtian Shang'er on the ground, waved his paw, and ordered the gnolls to drive the humans to the wasteland nearby.
"Lord Gnoll."
Jingtian Shang'er looked at Big Grey Wolf with some difficulty.
"Although I know how to plant this potato, I still need suitable land."
"Land?"
Big Grey Wolf turned his head to glance at him.
Clearing wasteland requires tools.
But the Black Dragon Master had said not to provide these humans with tools like hoes, otherwise, they would surely commit suicide.
Isn't living good? Why would they want to commit suicide?
Big Grey Wolf didn't understand, but he would unconditionally follow the Black Dragon Master's orders.
So he coldly said to Jingtian Shang'er:
"No land, then clear it."
"But, Lord Gnoll, we don't have farming tools, how can we cultivate the land?"
Jingtian Shang'er looked bewildered.
"You have hands."
Big Grey Wolf bared his menacing teeth, giving Jingtian Shang'er a cold answer, then viciously threatened:
"Don't negotiate, or eat shit!"
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Moments later, in the afterglow of the setting sun.
In the experimental field near the Dragon Nest, over a hundred Sakura Island players were laboring diligently.
Some were digging the ground with their hands and feet, while others used Water Ball spells to moisten the dry land, fetching water from a nearby stream when their magic ran out.
"Boss, I want to go home."
A yellow-haired player, his face covered in mud and sweat, was exhausted and hungry, his vacant eyes filled with despair.
"Ugh... find a chance... ugh... to commit suicide, if we don't farm, we'll eat ugh... eat shit... ugh..."
Yamamoto Nanjirou was digging the ground while retching.
In fact, he had nothing left to vomit, but his stomach still convulsed instinctively.
There were four or five other Sakura Island players in a similar state, aside from those fed Tyrant Stinkbug dung eggs during interrogation, the rest were those who tried to resist or escape.
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These monsters didn't plan to eat them, nor did they allow them to commit suicide. They were guarded even while farming potatoes, and even when going to the bathroom or fetching water, gnolls followed them. If they had suicidal tendencies, success was fine, but failure meant eating dung eggs.
The Sakura Island players, under the threat of dung eggs, could only bury their heads in the ground, as if returning to ancient times when humans didn't know how to use tools.
Around the experimental field.
A group of gnolls stood watchfully in a circle.
There were also many Blazing Rabbit patrols around.
It was mealtime, and the kobold chef, wearing a washed chef's hat, pushed a simple wooden cart with great flair.
Inside was delicious potato stew with lamb.
The gnolls lined up, each holding a wooden bowl, and every gnoll could enjoy a big bowl of potato stew with lamb.
As for the Blazing Rabbits.
They had their own food.
It was a very refreshing carrot soup and cabbage leaves.
The monsters leaned together.
They ate while watching the hard-working humans, pointing and discussing.
In the warm sunset, this scene was serene and beautiful.
If a bard were to pass by, he would surely write this scene into a song, spreading it far and wide, praising the thriving pastoral life.
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