I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 717 - 717 716. Abundant Harvest of Grain_1

Chapter 717: 716. Abundant Harvest of Grain_1 Chapter 717: 716. Abundant Harvest of Grain_1 The second batch of beta test recruitment qualifications had everyone on tenterhooks.

Even though it had only been three days since the first closed beta test began, with the promotion from various beta testers, [Cage] had already become the benchmark for a new era of games.

The quality of a game can not always be reflected by the advertisements from the manufacturers or the evaluations from the media.

But the word of mouth from players is undeniable.

A game that receives mixed reviews and a game showered with praise appear differently in their attractiveness to players.

Not to mention, Lu Ban had never let anyone down before.

The excellent quality of Night of Summoning Spirits itself was something to look forward to.

If anything, Night of Summoning Spirits left people with a lasting impression of being stunning and, more than that, a feeling of unfinished business.

It was like giving everyone a delicious and fragrant cookie, beautiful beyond words, but the problem was that it could be eaten in one bite, not satisfying the hunger.

And [Cage], based on what the current beta testers have mentioned, was not just a cookie but a grand feast of seafood and meat, a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast that one could gorge on and probably not even get through half of it.

It was not just a game but a world.

In the three days of the closed beta test, the area of Night Country explored by the players was just a small town with a few hundred residents and the surrounding forest area, not even larger than a moderately large university campus.

In this world, players could do whatever they wanted.

Some worked the fields, laboring every day, waiting for the harvest.

Others took up arms, hunting in the forest, starting from the stage of “every monster in this forest has killed me” to later taking on four-legged creatures with only their bare skin and a broken sword.

There were also those who used their expertise to plan the farmland or assist the Baron’s Mansion in reorganizing and preparing some production building tools.

Old Eggplant was now in a state of expectant anticipation for the harvest.

In fact, the crops he had sown had already matured twice, and now the third cycle was about to reach maturity as well.

The crops of Night Country truly opened Old Eggplant’s eyes.

This wheat-like crop had sprouted overnight just after being sown, and by the next morning, it had already turned into lush young seedlings.

By the second day, visible green ears had grown out from between the branches.

On the third day, while Old Eggplant was still figuring out how to harvest, the crops had matured.

That evening, they enjoyed bread made from these ingredients.

The taste of the bread was not very good, but it wasn’t too terrible either.

In this era, many loaves of bread were not only made from subpar flour, but also mixed with inedible substances like sawdust, making them taste like chewing on wax at best.

For Old Eggplant, these loaves couldn’t really provide any nutritional benefits to his body, but they could alleviate hunger in the game to some degree.

And for those who lived off the mountains and rivers, this bread was truly a godsend.

The villagers quickly finished dividing and consuming the food, and at the same time, the players obtained more seeds from Lu Ban and continued planting.

Less than nine days since the Night Country had passed, and the town had already accumulated a considerable amount of food. If things continued like this, at most in a month, Sunset Town would be able to store enough food for the winter.

Old Eggplant felt the joy of a bountiful harvest.

He began to understand why his grandparents’ generation enjoyed farming so much; even when their children were well-off and they could enjoy their old age, they still liked to work the land.

When one sees a bountiful harvest and the storehouse is full of food, the feeling of happiness is incomparable to anything else.

Not to mention that all these were grown with their own hands.

Of course, Old Eggplant also encountered some problems.

For instance, having too much grain while most of the villagers of Sunset Town were used to consuming as much as they grew; the only places to store the excess were under their beds or in their stomachs, as there were no proper granaries in the town.

Another example was that the villagers’ houses were made of wood, and the only mud-built structure was the ancient Baron’s Mansion, which was built who knows how many years ago. The town’s civil engineering was essentially at the level of pure manual craftsmanship, with a strong spirit of dedication but not quite suited to the structural requirements of modern buildings. If they wanted to build houses, they would probably have to start by making the tools.

Fortunately, there were still some leftover broken weapons in the town, and with the players’ ingenious ideas, they finally managed to bring over some wood and temporarily erect a place to store grain.

While standing in the fields, smiling goofily at the golden wheat ears, Old Eggplant suddenly felt the sky turn a bit darker.

He looked into the distance and realized that the deep purple storm that had previously loomed over the Black Forest had vanished.

In its place were thick and gloomy clouds.

Those clouds, spreading from the other end of the horizon like the deep volcanic ash of a volcanic eruption, obscured the firmament.

Between those clouds, crimson lightning flashed, as if ready to swallow the world whole.

“Is this the Demonic Tide?”

Old Eggplant was suddenly reminded of the scenes he had seen in “Magic Tide,” the immense standalone storm bringing with it piercing cold winds, accompanied by countless grey-white Winter Wolves rushing forth, destroying everything in their path.

Despite having experienced such a hopeless scene in movies, and having seen such hordes of monsters charging forward in various games and films, the reality of standing before such a majestic power made Old Eggplant feel an instinctual shiver.

A violent Gale Wind blew, causing the wheat ears to sway. The players looked curiously in that direction, while the villagers, for once, showed an expression other than numbness or the joy of eating their mundane bread.

It was fear.

“Is this the Demonic Tide?”

Cui Siter looked out of the window; the sudden change in the weather was certainly not a cause for celebration in this Foreign Domain.

He had been to the Night Country before, and his previous mission was also to experience the Demonic Tide, though it was when he had just become Chosen by Gods, and it was the [Mortal] difficulty. At that time, Cui Siter and a few Forest Rangers and Mages defended a stronghold close to a human town and were not on the front line of the fight against Demonic Beasts like Lu Ban.

Even so, Cui Siter had witnessed the terror of those Demonic Beasts. Humanity struggled even against the few monsters that slipped through the net; swords were broken, shields were penetrated, and only the Blood Moon painted the earth in red.

“No, according to the observations of the Kingdom’s Chief Mage, the next Demonic Tide should be at least half a year away, and the Blood Moon has not yet risen. This is probably just some weather Pollution caused by the migration of a collective of Demonic Beasts.”

Joester lifted his head from the documents. He stared for a moment and pondered for a while.

“But we better be prepared, as the Demonic Beasts themselves lack Sanity and are quite chaotic. It’s very possible they will cross the forest and attack here.”