Of course, Brother Madman and Brother Hammer don’t know.

Just when they were worried and anxious about this sudden announcement, the changes caused by this announcement had already set off a violent storm throughout the wasteland.

"Damn it, we finally don't have to be afraid of those damn pirates!"

"We support the metal aging disaster with both hands, otherwise it will be a problem for us to go to the New World."

"Unfortunately, I just bought a pistol for self-defense a while ago, but it seems to be useless now."

"It doesn't matter if it's abolished, those damn pirates will suffer even more losses!"

In the giant tree root sea area, a station is built on the outer edge of the bay.

Bao Lei was sitting in a small room with a plaque that said 'Information Delivery Office', and from time to time he could hear humans outside talking enthusiastically as they passed by.

The warriors sitting at the back of the room all opened their game panels and browsed the world channel. They could no longer see much of the anxiety they had before.

There are only a few days left for the ultimatum issued by the manager of the sea station to everyone.

Three days ago, Bao Lei was still debating whether to run away directly.

It wasn't until this morning's announcement that the manager sent someone to deliver the latest order.

Never mind the damn pirates.

From now on, all hands must be focused on maintaining the safety of the inn. Outsiders must know who is the boss here and must not have the slightest idea of ​​trying to subvert the rules here.

It's no wonder he would do this. After all, after losing the protection of powerful guns, the gap between human individuals is rapidly narrowing.

When fighting, it is more about being brave and ruthless, and equipment is no longer the only factor that determines victory.

In this case, the best way to unite more people is to gather around you.

In fact, it's not just the managers here who think so.

Some large and small groups that came from the deep sea also had the same idea as the managers of Giant Tree Root Station.

Without the dominance of guns, it is difficult for them to threaten with force once their orders are refuted.

Since everyone's strength has returned to the same starting line, the next rules will indeed change.

pirate?

That is just one of the many threats that seems to be intractable, and it is not a major issue that must be solved now.

"Nowadays, there are really more and more scoundrels who seek refuge with the aborigines. When the aging disaster strikes, the first thing these people worry about is the forces they seek refuge in. It's disgusting!"

The soldier sitting in the rocking chair next to Bao Lei couldn't help but complain.

His name is Zhang Chao, and as the former deputy leader of the Heavenly Sword Regiment in the Future Ruins, this time Sumo discovered him from the crowd in advance and arranged him to be with Bao Lei, the leader.

The two of them work well together, and they are both thoughtful and considerate people.

"Don't say that, everyone is his own master." The other soldiers on the side responded with a smile.

"Just think of those aboriginal people as corporate entities. They are all looking forward to eating. What will happen if they go bankrupt?"

"That's true." Zhang Chao nodded and asked, "But what if it's a gathering place for us humans?"

"Then what can you do? Can you expect them to choose one side more because they are all from Earth?"

"Don't think about it. If you don't fish for law enforcement, you already have a conscience."

After Lao Wang narrated his tragic experience yesterday, the Communications Office mentioned the incident together in the evening correspondence.

The details of the experiment were not explained clearly, but the fact that one's own people were fishing for one's own people was a reminder to all the soldiers.

"I've seen that within a few days, this inn will probably start to fall into chaos."

The soldier lying on the ground doing push-ups interrupted.

"If someone really goes to grab supplies, should we help the manager stop them?"

An unexpected question interrupted everyone's browsing of the game panel.

Bao Lei, who was sitting in his seat, also turned his head and looked over, and the scene was somewhat silent for a while.

If the Giant Tree Root Station was built by the Tianyuan Territory, it would be an asset of the territory.

No matter what, as long as someone dares to have such an idea, all soldiers will come forward without hesitation.

But this is the property of an unfamiliar manager, who wants to become the emperor of the country by relying on the support of his subordinates.

"We don't care what he does, we don't rely on his material support for food."

"That's right, this old guy forced us to fight the pirates a few days ago."

"Just wait, there will always be big forces coming here to make all his extravagant hopes become a dream."

"The real migration wave is about to affect this area, and we must prepare as soon as possible."

In the final analysis, no one is willing to help the managers here to maintain order.

In other words, no one is willing to risk their lives to work for a stranger for free. Isn’t this stupid?

With the official release of the warning about the aging disaster, change has already sounded the clarion call!

In the past, ordinary people could only endure oppression.

Even if faced with unreasonable sneak attacks by pirates, they can only hold their noses and hide.

But now, this biggest obstacle has disappeared, and the initiative to choose the future has returned to every player.

Travel to a new continent, join a territory, and choose a route.

The improvement in strength will be truly reflected, and players will no longer be able to level up dozens of levels with an ordinary pistol in an instant.

But having said that, on the eve of change, won’t there be riots in the deep sea?

This question lingers in everyone's mind, and the answer can only be found in the world channel chat.

Deep sea, 7,900 kilometers away.

Tundra Sea.

This area of ​​the sea, with a thin layer of green vegetation floating on the surface, is occupied by a tundra refuge.

There are two hills floating on the sea in the sea area, which have become the residence of the people here for most of the year.

It was early morning at this time.

Many small fishing boats are still floating on the sea, catching greedy game fish and making final preparations for the upcoming great migration.

There are still unfinished migrating ships in the harbor, and they are working overtime to build them.

Suddenly, the disaster warning was released suddenly, and everything seemed to have pressed the pause button.

Discussions began to sound on the fishing boat.

Various voices of concern began to appear in the harbor.

And in a conference room on a hilltop.

Most of the people sitting inside had dark circles under their eyes, and different expressions could be seen on each face.

"Tell me, what should we do?"

Lu Yongyi's face showed unconcealable fatigue, and he couldn't help but yawn as he spoke.

The state of high tension lasted for nearly a week.

Just yesterday, he led his men to surround a group of pirates who had wandered nearby, and successfully won the battle and captured hundreds of them.

Unexpectedly, before my butt was firmly seated, I suddenly received such news.

This is not a good thing.

In fact, the impact of the metal aging disaster on the deep sea is far more serious than the various situations that occurred when Sumo learned about this disaster in the future ruins.

For example, after the fog disaster in the future ruins, there is a metal aging disaster directly. There is no fog poison in the middle, and there is no fog that still blocks the transmission of medium and long radio waves.

Moreover, no pirates composed of indigenous people entered the deep sea and disrupted the relatively stable situation on a large scale.

Plus the most important chat channel.

That thing has been closed for several years, and it is impossible for humans to communicate with each other in the deep sea.

Naturally, strangers were treated with caution and caution, not as unscrupulously as now.

Even some ordinary fishermen have become pirates, which is simply outrageous!

After Lu Yongyi opened his mouth, chatter broke out in the conference room and was quickly divided into two groups.

Radicals, conservatives.

The former believes that although there is no metal, there are other materials that can be used to make weapons, such as high-strength plastics.

The guns made with that thing may be scrapped in a short time, but they won't be reduced to having no usable guns.

The latter believes that now we should immediately look for major human forces to join forces, even if some people have to be sacrificed.

Everyone must come together to survive this chaos.

The two views are actually pretty much the same.
To be continued...