Out of all the villagers available, why choose a Baby Villager?
He knew this mechanism had a cooldown; bread couldn't produce them infinitely. There had to be a break.
The fact that a Baby Villager could trigger anything at all was truly surprising.
The bullet chat was also stunned by this development.
"Oh my God, what am I seeing!"
"Lord, please tell me this is an illusion!"
"Forget the Lord. This move feels more like something a priest would do."
"Maybe it's divine guidance. You know, the Old Man likes to drop oracles in obscure places!"
"Dark humor... a priest in a church?"
"This Spartan has a bright future. As expected of Mark's servant!"
"Simply terrifying!"
After the initial shock, most people weren't that surprised.
It seemed stereotypes had already formed; nothing was strange if it happened to Mark.
After a brief observation, Mark spoke up.
"Yes, it must be special guidance from God."
He didn't have any strange hobbies; he genuinely believed it was a divine sign.
After evolving into Spartan Warriors, they were no longer like ordinary villagers. They possessed a certain degree of logical thinking and reasoning.
Though not as powerful as other players, they were no longer 'Nitwits' and could communicate and think.
Mark didn't believe a Spartan Warrior would do something so meaningless and time-consuming.
"What are you doing?"
Sure enough, after asking, the warrior immediately responded.
"He says he's hungry and needs carrots to accelerate his growth!"
Standing tall, the Spartan Warrior answered respectfully.
Turning to the Baby Villager, light emanated from his body after eating the carrots—the growth acceleration was successful.
Mark was pleasantly surprised.
Villagers truly were the foundation of a chunk's survival!
Besides fighting and working, they could trigger hidden benefits he never would have expected.
Just like how cows and sheep could grow by being fed wheat, it was the same for villagers. However, Mark wouldn't have known when he would have figured that out on his own.
The Spartan Warrior could inform him directly!
He praised the warrior and gave him two extra loaves of bread.
Having received an oath of loyalty, the warrior spoke again.
"My Sovereign! I heard your allies encountered a special visitor. I think you should go see for yourself!"
A special visitor?
Curious, he headed to the designated area.
It turned out Ronan Mountwell had found a guest, and they were talking in the workshop area.
He could see that Jett was already there, standing beside Ronan Mountwell. In front of them was a grey-haired old gentleman.
Wearing a long robe and holding a staff, he gave off a mystical aura.
[SYSTEM: WANDERING MAGE]
"Mark, you're here too!"
Seeing Mark, Jett greeted him and introduced the guest.
"This is a mage who happened to wander here. Ronan found him, but he'll be leaving soon."
"Ronan helped him out, and he said he'd use his knowledge to help us!"
"Look, that's what he and Ronan made together!"
Following Jett's finger, Mark saw a new worktable.
It was made of wood with various pixelated tools hanging from it.
What amazed him was the finished product sitting next to it.
"Am I seeing things? Those are bullets!"
7.62x39mm rounds.
They were exactly the right fit for the RPK light machine gun he was holding!
After his recent adventure, his ammo was mostly spent. He had thought he wouldn't be able to use firearms for a long time.
Another surprise?
"This is a Firearm Worktable. It can craft guns and ammo using only iron and gunpowder!"
"The mage only knows a few recipes, but it's enough for us!"
With this worktable, they could produce ammo indefinitely!
Furthermore, they had obtained new clues regarding SlashBlades with the mage's assistance.
"The next weapon is called Muramasa. It's related to Proud Soul values and Refine counts. We need to discuss forging more with Oakmoor when he gets back."
Ronan Mountwell muttered to himself.
They had finally found a new path for the SlashBlade. Now they didn't have to run around like headless chickens anymore!
According to the Wandering Mage, there wasn't just one evolution path for SlashBlades; Muramasa might just be one of the limits.
Besides the forging aspect, the evolution path itself needed to be discussed with Oakmoor.
Thinking of this, Ronan Mountwell frowned again.
"It's been so long since he left with Soren Park. Oakmoor hasn't been back for days."
He knew they had to return to the chunk, but this was taking far too long.
They didn't know what the situation was with Galen Yu, or if Soren Park was up to no good, especially with the Fourth Crisis looming.
Zombies spawned even during the day now, so most players didn't dare leave their bases.
Fearing an accident, Ronan Mountwell looked toward the Wandering Mage.
"Mage, sir, one of my companions has been gone for a long time. Could you use magic to summon them back?"
"Summoning magic?"
After a moment of thought, the Wandering Mage nodded.
"I can, but such magic is extremely taxing. I will not be able to provide any further help, and I must leave immediately after."
Nothing was more important than their people, and they already had the Firearm Worktable.
The Alliance was thriving and no longer feared zombies. They couldn't think of anything else they lacked, so they agreed after a brief discussion.
Magic gathered at the staff, and soon it reflected the desperate faces of Kira Oakmoor and Soren Park, surrounded by a horde of zombies.
The blue ripples grew denser, and the two figures gradually appeared.
The blue ripples grew denser, and the two figures gradually appeared.
"We're back?!"
Looking at the changing scenery, Kira Oakmoor's expression was one of bewilderment.
He was just about to carve a path of blood; how did he suddenly end up home?
"Welcome back, Soren Park and Oakmoor!"
Ronan Mountwell greeted them and briefly explained the situation, feeling very happy.
"It's a good thing we met the Wandering Mage. It's too dangerous out there!"
The specifics of how they met could be discussed later; as long as the people were safe, it was fine.
"My work here is done. It is time for me to depart."
"In exchange for the help you gave me, I'll give you one final warning. These zombies are very unusual. If you are lucky enough to survive..."
"And advance to a Small Chunk, there are dragons there. You must deal with them with the utmost caution!"
He briefly described the Small Chunk scenario, which was similar to what the Black Mage had said.
Beyond the surprise, Mark's heart was filled with joy.
As they watched the Wandering Mage leave, Jett's eyes were full of envy.
"Such power... if only he could become our servant!"
Unfortunately, such a powerful character had his own pride and wouldn't submit easily.
Given the current circumstances, Jett felt lucky enough just not to be looked down upon.
"Hahaha! It's precisely because he is strong that his help has made us even more formidable!"
Mark laughed out loud, but his mind was on something else.
Defenses were set, the Firearm Worktable was acquired, and the Spartan Barracks could now be built.
Even the SlashBlades had new clues. All the best items were in their Alliance!
"We are growing stronger by the day. How do we compare to Galen Yu now?"
With a boastful and arrogant tone, Mark asked Soren Park.
"Soren Park, didn't you just get back from Galen Yu's place? Tell us about it!"
One could hear the intent in Mark's voice; he wanted to show off his strength to the world and assert his dominance.
Before seeing Galen Yu's chunk, Soren Park might have agreed, but after witnessing it with his own eyes...
Soren Park's expression became very strange.
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