"Barbarians?" Lü Luo's understanding of this word was still in the category of people who made fire by drilling wood and eating people. He really couldn't relate it to transcendents.
[Barbarians are those who have no organization, no team, and no boss. They start with a knife and rely on picking up equipment.
They are usually the worst transcendents in the wasteland. Other than having an exit visa, they have almost no strength. It can be said that they are almost useless.]
"It shouldn't be difficult for transcendents who have an exit visa to find a job, right? Why would they become barbarians? "
[Have you forgotten that the Wasteland Alliance is inside the wall. The Alliance is a society ruled by law. Your Circle studio, isn't it to divert the conflict between hunters and ordinary people?]
The Observer's hint made Lü Luo immediately understand. These barbarians should be the transcendents who violated the laws of the wasteland but didn't die.
They had a stain on their bodies. The hunters didn't want them, the formal enterprises of the Wasteland Alliance didn't want them, and the mercenary industry couldn't accommodate these people. So they became barbarians.
Usually, these people could only be short-distance mercenaries, temporary helpers to make up the numbers. They were rarely involved in the real core business.
Lv Luo pondered in his heart. Weren't they just lone rangers? Why did they have to make them sound so pitiful?
But when he really came to the area where the barbarians set up their stalls, he found that these people were more than just miserable.
People crowded, stalls crowded. These barbarians were like aunties in the market selling their own things.
"It feels more chaotic than the market. This is too much!"
Every area of the Siping District was fixed. Although the area of individual stalls wasn't small, there were too many people!
Not only lone rangers, but also societies, companies, and various organizations would occasionally have some dirty goods. They would also ask people to set up stalls here to test the waters.
So the area where the lone rangers set up their stalls was very crowded. From time to time, there would be quarrels and fights.
As for the saying that some lone rangers were very strong, and that they could be very powerful alone, there might be some in the entire wasteland, but at least there wasn't any here.
The highest level of humans was only level seven, but there were many level eight mutants. Humans often had to face mutants whose level was higher than their own.
The only way humans could survive in the outside world was through teamwork, and teamwork was the only way to survive.
Humans weren't the only ones who grouped together. Many xenogeneics did the same.
Just think about it. What would happen if a First Grade lone traveler ran into a Second Grade mutant? That was basically a situation of certain death.
In an environment where the Mutants had high individual combat power, and there were more people in a group, it would be against the survival logic of the wasteland if a lone traveler did better than a group.
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"Young man, what are you buying?"
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"Little brother, what do you want? I have all kinds of good stuff here. "
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"Little brother, don't look at his stuff, it's all trash. Look at mine, it's a new Dark Corrosion Iron Rod, it's such a good weapon embryo. I'll give you a discount, six thousand. How about it?"
Lü Luo stared at the iron rod in the man's hand, somewhat puzzled. Dark Corrosion? He seemed to have some impression of it, but he couldn't remember.
[Dark Corrosion is an item unique to the outside world. It's something that has been corroded by dark energy. It has conductive and removable properties, and can be given to an alchemist to create stronger equipment or weapons.
However, you, who have the Fused, are the strongest alchemist in the wasteland. Unless you're an idiot, I don't think you'll go look for an alchemist.]
Lü Luo looked at the first hint with a smile, but when he reached the end, his face stiffened. This Observer, why did he always want to label him as an idiot?
"No need, I'm just looking around." Lü Luo waved his hand at the stall owner and left.
There were some scattered people selling Dark Spirit Stones on the road, but most of them were small pieces, probably only a few grams in weight.
The price was indeed much cheaper than the store, about seven hundred.
However, these Dark Spirit Stones were relatively rough, with some mud and sand, so it was difficult to dig them out.
The area of the stall wasn't small, and there were many types of Dark Spirit Stones. Lü Luo wasn't in a hurry to make a move. 2-44, 8-51, 13-2, 17-7, he had already memorized these stalls.
Their Dark Spirit Stones were relatively clean, and the size was also relatively suitable. Even if he couldn't find a more suitable one, Lü Luo could go back and buy it.
As for being cheated, if he was still cheated by the Observer, then he was really an idiot.
[Warning, suspected high energy reaction. Host, please wait, let me take a look again.
Stop, can't you listen to me properly? Really.
Don't panic about the mixed hair stall on the left. First, pretend as if nothing happened and look at the other stalls. Then, follow along.]
Lü Luo's acting skills were unquestionable. He immediately followed the Observer's hint and followed the few stalls to the stall owner with mixed hair.
Why was he called mixed hair? Because this guy only had a few strands of hair on his head, and they were all dyed in various colors, like a leaky rainbow chicken nest.
[That Dark Spirit Stone, the actual weight is about ninety-one grams. There are mud and dust inside, so it's estimated to be more than one hundred grams. Find a way to get it.
There should be something good in the stone. Judging from the energy reaction, there's a high probability that it's a companion creature of the Dark Spirit Stone.]
"A companion creature of the Dark Spirit Stone!"
Lü Luo didn't ask what the good thing was. Three years of undercover experience quickly made him enter gangster mode.
He stood in front of the stall and grabbed the relatively large Dark Spirit Stone. He weighed it and shook off some of the dust on the Dark Spirit Stone.
"This stone, it's not small!"
The mixed hair looked at Lü Luo like a gangster who dressed decently. Other than being a little handsome, nothing else was worth mentioning.
Moreover, Lü Luo's appearance and expression didn't look like someone who was buying something. Instead, he looked like someone who was looking for trouble.
The mixed hair's mind was very active. He guessed that someone wanted his stall, and Lü Luo was an actor who was deliberately invited to cause trouble.
Hmph! He had seen many people like this, so he wouldn't fall for it. The mixed hair smiled and said,
"Hey, hey, hey, brother, don't throw it around. It won't be good if you drop it. This is quite expensive."
Lü Luo casually tiptoed and put his hand in his pocket to hold the piece of wood that he had just dug out.
"Toothpick."
[Consumed one energy point to undergo a fusion change: Wood Chip – Toothpick.]
Lü Luo took out the toothpick and bit it in his mouth. He acted like a gangster to the fullest. He pretended to be a gangster and casually asked,
"Stall owner, how much is the stone?"
"690 per gram. It's cheaper than them."
The mixed hair raised his eyebrows and looked at Lü Luo. Act, continue acting. I'll act with you. I'll tell you the truth and follow the rules. Let's see how you're going to find trouble.
[Although this mixed hair looks like he's smiling, he's very hostile towards you. The few hairs on his head are all standing up.]
Lü Luo said as he weighed the Dark Spirit Stone and smiled disdainfully.
"Just this? 695？ The mud on it is more than the dust on your face. Are you trying to scare me? "
Lü Luo's arrogance was very annoying. Although the mixed hair was angry, he was still unmoved.
Hmph! As expected, he's here to find trouble. Fortunately, I have discerning eyes!
"Hehe, this little brother, don't be so rash. Who doesn't have some dust on their goods when selling stones here?
How about this, I'll take a loss. 690 per gram. If you want it, take it. If you don't, please put it down. "
It was rare for the mixed hair to say the word 'please'. His tone was slow and soft, but he wasn't like this usually.
If they weren't at the stall, Lü Luo's family tree would probably have been cursed out by the mixed hair. There was no other way. It was too hard to get a stall.
Lü Luo held the Dark Spirit Stone in his hand and didn't put it down. He casually glanced at a bronze cat statue in the stall.
He did this action twice and then pretended to be very casual.
"There's too much mud on your broken stone. I don't even know how much I'll lose. It's not interesting.
How about this, 620 plus that bronze cat statue. I'll take it. "
[Good fellow, using a diversion tactic to divert attention. This mixed hair is probably going to faint from you.]
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