Chapter 879: Chapter 835: Is that your horse, or your wife?
_1 Chapter 879: Chapter 835: Is that your horse, or your wife?
_1 The main building of the racetrack, not to ntion in the Tang Dynasty over 1300 years ago, could not be built even in modern tis.
Because it is a pure wooden multi-tiered racetrack, sowhat like an irregularly shaped, not round nor square, ancient wooden Roman Colosseum.
A wooden structure that can hold tens of thousands of spectators, cheer and jump, and remain firm and stable, is impossible to replicate in reality.
However, in the virtual world, it’s quite simple; it’s just a matter of adjusting a parater.
Of course, in order to give the audience a strong sense of reality, Cloud Dream did not make the grandstands completely indestructible, but set a strength limit and added a “vibration feedback” function, so that the stands would shake along with the jump of the players.
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If a large number of players jump at the sa frequency, the stand will collapse.
The developnt team even set an achievent for this: [Passion’s Weight]
However, no celebrity jockeys have erged yet, so there’s no fan support, and this achievent has not been accomplished.
Most of the audience in the stands are gamblers who bet on the ga, and the percentage of players who are purely watching the horse race is not high.
The atmosphere is mainly created by NPC audiences.
However, star competitors will co sooner or later, and the developnt team has plans to speed up this process – they’ll start right after the New Year!
In the high platform in the middle of the racecourse, NPC [Capital Scholar] – the host of the Tang Dynasty, finished loudly introducing the last competitor and horse with a tin horn, and the NPC audience sent enthusiastic cheers.
Then Capital Scholar put down the horn, took a huge whip, swung it with all his strength, and then pulled it hard –
“Snap!!!”
The thunderous sound echoed through the entire racetrack!
Accompanied by the crisp whip sound, the well-trained racehorses rushed out of the starting line in an instant and started sprinting with all four hooves!
The host threw down the whip and picked up the horn again and shouted, “The race has begun!
The leader-Red Dust!
Riding-um….”
The host hesitated for a mont, then quickly continued, “The mysterious black horse that shocked everyone on its first appearance!”
It’s just an ordinary black horse, which can even be classified as a lower-class horse if placed on the racetrack.
But surprisingly, this “lower-class horse” took the lead on its very first appearance!
Red Dust bent over, galloped the horse and felt joy as the breeze brushed through his hair.
He couldn’t help but sigh, “Knowledge is indeed power!”
Although renting a top-level racer is impossible, knowledge can elevate an ordinary racehorse to a level that rivals that of a top-class horse!
What he originally wanted to study was the strong “poison” during the closed beta that made people “hot and itchy”, so uncomfortable as to strip off their clothes.
But sohow sothing went awry.
He wasted a lot of ti and a ton of materials, but still couldn’t replicate it.
Luckily, his study wasn’t entirely fruitless.
At least so by-products were born, such as the [Stimulant] he just fed the horse, which had the most obvious effect.
Once he confird the effect of this thing, he imdiately thought of horse racing.
Although the main task has not yet reached this point, it’s an open world, so it’s possible to play ahead of ti and get a bonus or sothing.
Judging that he had spent too much money on buying materials to study the drug, he needed to earn so back soon or he would not be able to go on.
Now that he had taken the lead, the host’s voice was filled with astonishnt and the whole audience cheered for him.
Red Dust suddenly felt like he was on top of the world, feeling elated.
However, this situation did not last long – halfway around the track, the racehorse began to sweat profusely and shake a little.
Red Dust felt this subtle change, he looked down and found the racehorse was turning its head to look at him while running.
“?”
Not only Red Dust was stunned, the audience and the host were too.
Every horse in the racecourse was running forward with all its strength, who had the leisure to glance around?
Not to ntion turning its head back!
However, this horse ran faster than anyone, and even had the leisure to look back at the jockey!
No one knew why.
But Red Dust had a hunch: ‘Does this an…
it needs another pack?’
But there is no space for feeding the horse a drug during the race.
It would be like cheating in plain sight.
Or gamble on nobody noticing?
While he hesitated, the competitors behind him caught up – because the stimulant was not a strengthening drug, the lead he had in the first place wasn’t much.
Just as he was about to be overtaken by the other competitors, Red Dust felt a sense of relief.
When everyone jostled together blocking each other, it was easier to act.
He quickly took off his gloves, spilled the drug on his hand, and supplied the horse with another treat.
After licking Red Dust’s hand, the black horse imdiately rallied, snorted loudly and started to sprint again, and began to overtake others!
After a brief chase, Red Dust has returned to first place!
The host once again sings praises, and the cheers of the crowd echo throughout the racetrack.
“Aweso!”
Red Dust raises his arm in response to the audience’s cheers.
The dark horse once again takes the lead by half a lap, then starts sweating again…
This ti, Red Dust is already adept, swiftly reaching for the dicine and letting the horse lick it off his hand.
The host, standing at a distance, doesn’t see clearly, but is shocked, “The leading jockey has once again cald his horse!
Encouraged by the jockey, his horse has astonishingly accelerated again!”
“Does this horse have limitless potential?!”
By the ti Red Dust reaches out to pat the horse’s head for the fourth ti, and the dark horse excitedly sticks out its tongue to lick his hand.
The players on the field and in the stands finally sense that sothing is amiss—
Do they really need to be this intimate, this hungry?
They have to cuddle and fawn over each other after each half lap?
Is it really your horse, or is it your wife?
By the ti they’ve gone two and a half laps, the horse again reaches its limit.
Red Dust is already prepared and reaches out his hand, thanking his lucky stars that he has plenty of his special concoction.
Up in the stands, many players finally notice the problem:
“Damn it!
He’s got sothing in his hand!
Where are the organizers?
Aren’t they going to do sothing?!”
“Damn it, he’s swindling my money?
Brothers!
Let’s get him at the finish line!”
“Hold on, I don’t think the rules forbid the use of stimulants, right?”
“What the hell would stimulants be doing in ancient tis?
Why would they ban sothing that doesn’t exist?”
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Red Dust’s friend is standing in the stands, surrounded by a large number of outraged players, trembling all over, afraid that soone will notice him cheering for Red Dust earlier.
Seeing a crowd of people angrily crossing the barrier and rushing towards the field, all he can do is silently wish Red Dust good luck.
— He also has half of his money bet on Red Dust.
The shocked voice of the host rings out again:
“Incredible!
This horse actually has the bloodline of a sweat-blood horse!”
“No wonder it has such strength, able to leave everyone in the dust!”
After the host’s reminder, the audience turns their attention to the special circumstances of the horse under Red Dust, and fantastic exclamations ring out across the racetrack again.
But Red Dust, on the field, is panicking.
This horse doesn’t have a sweat-blood horse lineage at all!
If it did, they wouldn’t have rented it to him for just a couple of silver pieces.
The reality is: After sprinting at full speed for two and a half laps, it seems the horse can’t take it anymore!
The sweat it shed over the past two laps has run dry, what it’s now exuding isn’t “sweat the color of blood”, but real “blood”!
His trousers are stained red.
And then, sothing even worse happens—the horse goes mad!
Without any warning, it slows down, turns around, and crashes headlong into the horse next to it.
The unprepared jockey is imdiately knocked down, the horse neighs as it falls, and the jockey is thrown off, rolling uncontrollably on the track.
Then onto the next horse!
Finally, on crashing into the third horse, it too is toppled over.
The track is only so wide, following the three severe collisions and falls, it imdiately results in a catastrophic chain reaction as horses and jockeys tumble all over the place.
If this were reality, they would all have to retire on the spot.
Thankfully the ga isn’t so brutal, the horse just needs so ti to recover, and then so ti to ease its fear of racing before it can compete again.
Shuihua, who has been trailing behind the main group since the start of the race, watches in confusion as the competitors in front tumble all over the place, a question mark slowly appearing above her head.
Under her control, her white horse jumps accurately over Lance’s head, unexpectedly snagging first place.
She is also one of the only three competitors to finish the race.
Victoria sits up from under the horse’s head, looks at the finish line twenty ter away, and can’t help but feel a bit depressed.
But when she thinks about how much money she’s going to make, she feels much better.
—The three of them bet on each other before the start of the race.
Victoria bet on Shuihua, so this round she made triple!
Whereas Red Dust not only lost everything, but also has to compensate the horse farm for the severely injured horse he rented, leaving him feeling utterly desperate.
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