I Am the God of Games

Chapter 25: Frost has arrived

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The frost and fog season has not yet arrived, but the weather is getting colder day by day.

Angra, who was walking in the town, looked at the extremely clear sky and subconsciously sighed.

When the frost and fog season comes, the blue sky will not be seen for nearly three months.

The people in the small town did not stop because of the approaching winter, but became more and more busy.

Planting ling wheat in the farmland, building wooden houses, hunting for meat and fur, and building simple fortifications with wood in order to defend against undead that may appear outside the town. Every work here cannot be interrupted. Go hand in hand.

Fortunately, because of Angra and the existence of the lord game system, the time-consuming and labor-intensive tasks such as crop planting and residential building construction, now only need to let the old people who can't help with other tasks be there. Praying can be done automatically, liberating the few young and middle-aged laborers in the town, allowing them to do more important work.

"My lord, you are here." The old village chief came out of nowhere. After seeing Angra who was inspecting the construction progress of the dwelling, there was a gleam of joy in his cloudy eyes: "The last one The batch of wheat blessed by divine magic has been harvested."

"Good job, let's plant some other vegetables first before the frost and fog season comes."

Angra took out a small cloth bag, which contained the vegetable seeds he exchanged from the system yesterday.

The previous process on the farmland was basically:

Plant Lingmai → mature and harvest half into the granary for storage, and sell half to the system → 90% of the game coins obtained are used to buy new seeds → plant Lingmai.

Such an invariable cycle.

The stored game currency is used to buy new farmland and build wooden houses.

It's just that the number of wheat seeds sold in the Penguin Farm store is limited every day. When the snowball rolls to a certain level, Angela finds that even if all the wheat seeds sold every day are bought up, it will not be able to satisfy the existing fields.

To increase the number of wheat seeds sold, it seems that the first thing to do is to upgrade the penguin farm, and to upgrade the penguin farm, one must first increase the lord level and the prosperity of the territory on the main page. In short, at present, it is a rather distant goal.

Originally, Angra complained a little about this, thinking that it was too stingy for the system store to only sell such a few things.

But later he was relieved. Originally, the name of this system was 'Lord Game System' rather than 'Farmer Game System'.

Although it is normal for ordinary people to equate fields with rations, even if they spend a whole day tending the fields there, for a lord like him, agriculture is just a part of the territory.

After the only granary in the town was filled with wheat, Angra began to think about using the field to grow some vegetables.

For the residents of this poor town, it is quite happy to be able to eat enough every day, but Angra is also a nobleman, and he can bear it with only dry food these days, but if he wants to eat for the whole frost fog season Maifan, he felt that he would definitely go crazy...

The old village head solemnly took the small cloth bag from Angra's hand.

A few days ago, when he saw the wheat that had only been planted for a few hours and matured, the old man burst into tears with excitement, and even the original deep wrinkles seemed to be reduced a lot.

For Angela who created such a miracle, the old man changed his previous perfunctory attitude and became extremely respectful.

It's a pity that Angra tried several times, but failed to get the old man to change his concept to "it's not me who is great, but the god of games we believe in." Did not run away.

"By the way, can you still see undead outside the town these two days?"

Angela asked with concern.

At present, everything in the town is developing quite stably, but the undead wandering outside make Angela a little worried.

"Not yet." The old man put the small cloth bag into his arms like a treasure, and held his chest tightly, then he shook his head: "Except for the skeleton at the beginning, a few young people hunting around After patrolling for several days, I didn't see any undead."

"yes… "

Angela breathed a sigh of relief.

"Actually, Lord Lord, you don't have to worry too much about this matter. Vera has no experience, so she may be exaggerating... It is normal for the Kingdom Army to miss one or two skeletons when sweeping up the undead. Those weak undead are not small towns. The opponents of the hunters." The old man saw that Angra seemed to be very concerned about this matter, so he comforted him: "Especially this year, the Royal Army burned down even the forest in order to encircle and suppress the undead. They will withdraw their troops so reassuringly, which shows that they should Not too many undead escaped."

"Then will there be new undead coming out of the Valley of the Dead?" Angela asked.

"No. The undead will not leave the Valley of the Dead in the frost and mist season. At least I have never encountered such a thing in my more than sixty years of life, so don't worry, Lord Lord, nothing will happen."

"It would be nice if that was the case."

Angela sighed.

He is different from the old man. Although he does not have the rich life experience of the old man, he has the cheating device of the system.

And on the task panel with a very low sense of existence, a task of standing by and waiting for help suddenly appeared. Out of trust in the system, or the mysterious god behind the system, Angra felt that the existence of the surrounding area was enough to protect the entire town. Create menacing numbers of undead!

It would be nice to know when players arrive here. Angela thought in her heart.

The task requirement of standing firm and waiting for help is to wait for other players to arrive. In this way, there must be people with fighting professions among other player believers... just like the guardian knights that many great lords will have around them.

Why doesn't this 'players are coming' prompt have a countdown like wheat planting...

While Angra felt very depressed about this, he suddenly shuddered.

The north wind was howling, and the weather seemed to be getting colder.

Angra raised her head, only to find that the sky, which was still clear just now, had been covered with thick clouds at some point.

Little white snowflakes are falling from the gloomy sky.

Frost fog season is here.