"It looks like this disaster really had quite a serious impact, especially over in the Southern Fire Domain."
Aboard the North Star Command Ship, in the central dining hall.
After browsing the lively World Channel for a while, Cui Lu smacked his lips and set down his chopsticks with a sigh.
Nearly eight hours had passed since the disaster information was released at noon, yet the chaos still showed no sign of calming down.
It had to be said: although Three Cold Springs was merely a green, second-level disaster, its impact was even more severe than the purple, fourth-level Punishment Disaster, the Sea Splitting Earthquake.
It was enough to make people wonder whether the game had assigned it the wrong level.
"Captain Cui, rest assured. The Red Flower Gang only planted wheat and potatoes. We definitely won't end up like those territories in the south!"
"Same here. Hehe, our Shenwei even planted quite a bit of corn!"
"Corn and potatoes? You two really prepared well. Fire Phoenix Valley only planted wheat."
"In my opinion, as long as you don't get greedy and plant rice, any drought-resistant, disaster-resistant crops will do."
The four people seated at the same table were all good at reading the situation and keeping things lively. They hurriedly picked up the conversation, refusing to let the atmosphere grow cold.
As the Tian Yuan Alliance was bound to secure a place for itself in the Wasteland in the future,
the Alliance was not entirely without standards when selecting allies. The Alliance Handbook they had distributed was more than fifty pages long, and nearly twenty of those pages described the Alliance's rules.
There was one rule marked in red that all four remembered very clearly.
Those choosing to join the Alliance had to guarantee in advance that no unresolved