Greenwood City was snowing.
A blizzard swept across the entire city, leaving a boundless white expanse.
The whole city fell silent.
The thug factions were gone, the scavengers were gone, the drifters were gone, the survivors were gone.
All the thug factions had hidden inside defense works they had prepared in advance.
Although they had detected the extre weather days earlier and had prepared for a very severe storm,
the temperature drop of more than ten to twenty degrees Celsius in such a short ti still caused many thugs to die in the two days before the extre cold hit.
Even more scavengers, drifters, and survivors died.
Except for a few extrely clever survivors, basically everyone else died out within those two days.
Their bodies turned into ice sculptures, hidden in various corners of the city, life quietly withering away.
Yet many had faint smiles at the corners of their mouths.
It seed as if they were celebrating their release.
[Greenwood City Daily]
Date: Wasteland Calendar Day 52
Weather: Blizzard
Temperature: -27°C
Publisher: Wasteland Fate Press
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[Neighborhood News Section]
Quality: Rock
Danger Level: dium
Because of the extre climatic disaster — the Super Storm Clusters, the whole world has entered an extre cold phase.
This sudden extre cold disaster is an extrely brutal survival test for our city's citizens.
According to statistics, as of 6:00 a.m. today, the number of people in our city who froze to death due to the ultra-low temperatures has reached 4,125. Among them, the total number of deaths in the thug factions has exceeded five hundred.
The Big Gold Tooth Brotherhood's death toll has exceeded one-third of its mbers, ranking first among thug faction casualties.
According to predictions, this extre cold disaster may last a very long ti. All citizens, please prepare for the cold.
(Note: Outdoor temperatures are extrely low. Stay away from any tal railings and do not lick them with your tongue, this is very dangerous!!!)
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[Neighborhood News Section]
Quality: Bronze
Danger Level: dium
Iron Anchor Shipping Company has fallen into great trouble in the past two days. Because they were capturing an ocean leviathan, they did not prepare supplies to resist the extre cold in ti. The number of deaths from the low temperatures over the past two days has grown steadily.
And this number continues to rise as the low temperatures persist.
More critically, their fuel is almost exhausted and can only last at most three days.
Because of this, Carlos, chairman of Iron Anchor Shipping Company, is extrely anxious.
He wanted to contact Victor of the Burning Fortress, but communication with the Burning Fortress has been cut off due to the extre weather.
What worries him most, however, is that the deep-sea monster fish swept away by the storm two days ago still shows no signal fluctuations.
Now the sea surface has completely frozen over, which ans the spirituality creature they fought such a high price to capture is lost.
This has plunged Carlos into deep anxiety.
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[Neighborhood News Section]
Quality: Rock
Danger Level: dium
Yuan Lang, president of the Black Rock Caravan in the Northern District, has been unable to calm his heart since the day before yesterday.
He felt both extrely relieved and terrified.
When Vice President Zhou Yuan told him a severe cold disaster would arrive soon, he had doubts.
But long-standing trust in Zhou Yuan made him willing to prepare accordingly.
Only after this extre cold disaster suddenly struck did Yuan Lang deeply realize that it was his trust in Zhou Yuan that prevented the Black Rock Caravan's destruction.
Luckily they had made sufficient preparations for the cold in advance. Although things are very difficult now, at least there have been no deaths among them.
As far as he knows, the May Alliance, the Green Forest Parliant Alliance, and the Big Gold Tooth Brotherhood have already started to have mbers freeze to death, and the situation has beco very dire.
"Who exactly is that lord? How could he know this disaster in advance? Is he an angel of the Dawn God? But whoever he is, I will continue to follow him."
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Yu Yuan stared at the numbers in the newspaper, his expression grave.
Sigh~
He could only sigh; there was nothing he could do.
Although he had long known that under this extre cold disaster, survivors would be among the first groups to die, he still did not expect so many people to die in just two days.
Even more than five hundred from the thug factions died.
Those were thug factions!
This extre cold is absolutely a catastrophe capable of wiping out all life; its threat even exceeds that of the Promiz Virus.
Yu Yuan felt so pity for the dead, whether thug mbers or survivors.
"We still developed too slowly!" Yu Yuan murmured.
If only I had my current strength a month ago—no, not even a month, if I had this strength twenty days ago, or even half a month ago—he could have taken down the other thug factions.
Those thugs would not have died so uselessly in this extre cold.
Rember, those thugs were combatants! Even if their quality varied, their fighting ability far exceeded drifters and scavengers; with simple training they could have beco much stronger.
This made Yu Yuan, who was about to launch an invasion war, feel deeply regretful.
However, these thoughts were all he could do.
In just over fifty days he had gone from alone struggling to where he was now, a result of exhausting countless efforts and with help from Fate Cards.
"Not just Greenwood City. Because of this extre cold disaster, the world population has probably been reduced by more than 70%. And this is only the beginning. After half a year, even thug factions will be left only if they have strong strength and abundant supplies. Those who survive will be fewer than one in ten."
"Tomorrow is the end of Moss Cottage's Truce Period, so I should prepare in advance, go to the Black Shield Police Departnt and check things out, and just complete today's two-hour outing task..."
"Moss Cottage... as the first player I actively invade, and as a noble Blood Clan player, I hope you give so surprises!"
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"This disaster is truly an unexpected boon!" Baku said lightly as he looked at the raging blizzard outside.
Beside him, Habaar was gnawing on a piece of jerky. Despite the bitter cold, he wore only a single shirt, as if he could not feel the chill.
"Baku, why do you say that?"
"With the chanical Reforrs wiped out this ti, my greatest worry was that the Black Shield Police Departnt and the Aurora Animal Assistance Association would launch attacks on us. With our current strength we cannot resist those mutated creatures. Now it's different. With this blizzard as a barrier, this is the best ti for us to develop."
Habaar shrugged.
"Alright! But who knows how long this blizzard will last? Our survival supplies can only support us for just over two months. Is that enough ti?"
"Two months..."
"It's enough. I've already seen so progress in testing Blackfire. Although his body has been terribly chanized, his human consciousness remains. As long as human consciousness still predominates, I can pry open a crack.
And the old man is also analyzing Blackfire's body. Two months should be enough..."
Baku said calmly, but in his heart his greatest enemy was no longer the Black Shield Police Departnt or the Aurora Animal Assistance Association; it had beco the chanical Vanguard Society.
Because he knew that with Blackfire, Bloodbone, and those chanical Reforrs dead, the chanical Vanguard Society would not let this go.
Thug Prison would be their first target.
And that was the real reason he was thankful for this blizzard.
As long as the blizzard delays the chanical Vanguard Society's arrival, he would have ti to grow as quickly as possible.
Ti really was running out~~~
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