First Among the Foreign Races, the Flying Clipper
About three days ago, Connie had mentioned the situation of the alien race's first two live streams during a meal.
At the time, Connie used only two words to describe the rules for the alien disaster relief livestream, and how to get on the leaderboard:
"What a weirdo!"
During the first live broadcast of acid rain, unlike the humans' resilience, the alien races competed on whose refuge territory had the largest usable space and the largest area; whoever did so would be among the top ten.
For this reason, the various ethnic groups at that time used their unique abilities to Eight Immortals.
The kobolds' giant castle and the lionmen's forced expansion of their territory with giant logs were both attempts to secure a top-ten ranking in the live stream.
As a result, when the second blizzard came, the conditions for the competition among the alien races changed again. This time, it was not about area or temperature, but about the number of kills that no one had imagined!
In this blizzard weather, whether you kill humans, aliens, or even your own kind, it will count towards your kill count.
The White Robed Kobold at the time broke into the top ten of the live stream by killing his own people, and successfully attracted more than 95% of the alien races to watch the live stream! Because of this battle, the name "Su Old Devil" spread throughout the alien races.
Now, after seeing all the notifications from the game during the third disaster, Su Mo smiled and acknowledged Connie's horrified expression at the time.
"It feels like the game is biased against these alien races!"
"While the selection criteria are perfectly normal for humans, comparing shipbuilding capabilities to other races is just making things difficult for them!"
Humans have a shipbuilding history spanning hundreds or even thousands of years. As long as civilization continues uninterrupted, replicating a decent ship is not difficult.
But for these alien races who have lived on land for generations, memories related to ships account for less than 0.1% of their understanding, including their inherited memories.
This led to the fact that most alien races, after learning the rules of the sea, did not think about building ships first, but about swimming!
Normally, there's a raft where we can rest, and once we're rested, we can go swimming in the sea, pushing the raft along.
Even after killing all the humans, they could still steal their ships to go to the New Continent; this was the "little scheme" that all the alien races had planned.
But now, the rules of the game are forcing all the alien races to find a decent ship as soon as possible.
Otherwise, as this round of Ocean Disaster progresses, it will become increasingly difficult for top-30 teams to secure a place in the top 30 and win rewards.
"However, if the rules are really like this, it would be even easier to lure these ambushing alien races over."
"As long as we start a live stream and let all the alien races know that the Golden Haired Lion King owns a huge ship, and that anyone who owns this ship can immediately enter the live stream and receive the rewards."
"Holy crap, with Connie's ever-growing talent for swearing, plus taking advantage of this disaster to stir up more hatred, are these alien races going to take the bait?"
Connie was included in the Hope and even made it onto the leaderboard and started a live stream.
This unexpected event, which had not been anticipated at all, immediately made Su Mo stand up excitedly and pace back and forth in the Captain's Cabin.
The previous plan, which relied on feigning weakness, had two inexplicable flaws.
First, how exactly did Su Old Devil manage to get 500 kilometers away from the depression in just one night, and in this very direction?
Secondly, does Su Old Devil really have no other options? What if they fight to the death? These two logical flaws are fine if we don't think about them too much, but if those idiots like Cursed Tiger tell the spies among the humans, it will definitely cause big problems in no time.
But now, if Connie were to carry out the plan instead, things would be completely different! Who says we alien races can't build ships? We, the Lionmen of the Oreo God Clan, are just that awesome!
I don't care if your logic is sound or not, I'll just smash this ship in your face, and you'll have to believe it whether you want to or not!
"Goodness, it seems like this move to win over Connie was the right one!"
"Now let me see what kind of rotten boats these alien bastards are sailing!"
Having figured out the whole plan in an instant and feeling that there were no loopholes, Su Mo was in a great mood and clicked into the disaster relief page through the chat panel.
Just like last time, this time the live stream added ten more seats, reaching 30 live stream rooms, which made the whole page no longer empty.
Below each live stream, the game thoughtfully displays its current popularity.
The most popular live stream right now is Lei Hou's, one of the Five Great Royal Clans, with a whopping 137,500 views.
The second-ranked member is Huadiao Dog, the last of the Five Great Royal Clans, with a popularity score of 84,600.
At first glance, the number of viewers on human disaster relief pages is completely different from that on other pages.
However, if we consider that only the chieftain of each race in the wasteland has a core, this number becomes reasonable.
Ignoring the other streamers below, Su Mo went straight to Lei Hou's live stream.
After a moment of blurring, the Game Panel slowly disappeared, revealing an observation perspective similar to that of a live disaster relief broadcast.
With the viewpoint in the sky, Su Mo tried to control the rotation of the viewpoint and saw the entire view of this dark body of water.
This time, the observation range was expanded to 5 kilometers, a tenfold reduction compared to before.
The most noticeable change is that at the edge of the sea, a thin veil of black mist obscures the view.
Furthermore, this black mist moved along with the Thunder Monkey's boat on the water.
It effectively blocked all avenues for exploiting bugs!
Instead of immediately switching to the streamer's perspective, Su Mo curiously observed the scene in the deep sea while glancing at the leaderboard on the right side out of the corner of his eye, checking the current rankings.
There are six rankings for the alien races: firepower, defense, speed, comfort, number of people, and size.
Each of these six lists has 100 points. In the previous ranking announcement, Hope ranked first in five categories except for the number of people, and achieved an excellent score of 500 points.
And now the Thunder Monkey is not bad either, occupying the first place in three lists: firepower, defense, and speed. It is also eighth in comfort and tenth in size, with a total score of 330 points, making it the undisputed No.1 among the alien races.
After taking a look around and discovering that Cursed Tiger, Yuan Pig, and Crystal Dragon were also watching the live stream, Su Mo gently shook his head and turned his gaze downwards.
As the most low-key race among the royal family, the ship that was rapidly moving forward on the sea was also extremely inconspicuous.
The entire ship was gray-black, like a ghost in the night, and its speed was at least 10 knots, or even faster!
The boat has a slender shape with a sharp, protruding bow, like a rhinoceros horn, which makes it easier for the boat to lift its head in the waves.
The gradually tapering, rounded stern blends harmoniously with the graceful bow, soaring high into the sky.
The small freeboard, minimal superstructure, and long, sharp, curved scissor-shaped bow of the Leihou ship allow it to cut through the waves in this deep sea.
Su Mo is familiar with this type of boat; in fact, he might even say he knows it well.
These were the mainstays of opium transport back then – clipper sailing ships! This type of ship not only improved the stability of the vessel, but also made full use of the sails, allowing the ship to sail almost close to the water's surface. Its underwater shape was designed to minimize resistance and increase speed, making it arguably the fastest type of sailing ship.
Surprised that Lei Hou possessed such technology and could build such an advanced sailboat, Su Mo switched to the anchor's perspective.
But the next second, after seeing the scene that was cut off, Su Mo's surprise quickly faded, and his face instantly turned gloomy.
The Thunder Monkey King in the center of the picture is not tall, only about 1.3 meters.
His physique is somewhat like that of a chimpanzee on Earth, except for a small amount of silvery hair in the center of his forehead, which makes him look like a human from the pre-apocalyptic era who has not yet fully developed.
From his eyes, Su Mo could see a gleam of wisdom unlike that of other alien races. Although it was still far inferior to the elite among humans, it was probably no weaker than that of ordinary humans!
Standing at the bow of the ship, watching dozens of alien beings flood into the live stream every second, the Thunder Monkey King had a big smile on his face and kept chattering away.
"Hello everyone, welcome again to our Thunder Monkey Race's live stream. What you see now is our Thunder Monkey Race's most powerful warship."
"Thunder!"
"This ship embodies the hard work and dedication of our Thunder Monkey Race. I believe everyone can now see the Thunder's sailing posture at sea. Here, I welcome friends from other races to team up with our Thunder Monkey Race. Our coordinates are..."
To be fair, this Thunder Monkey King's professional skills were quite good, but the reason why Su Mo's face darkened was also very simple.
Through the bow of the ship, Su Mo could see that among those working on the ship were not only ordinary thunder monkeys, but also many real human figures mixed in! These humans were all emaciated, and it was obvious without even looking that they hadn't had a proper meal in the past two months.
Their status was not that of collaborators like human spies; perhaps a more apt description would be slaves, a term that has practically disappeared from the earth!
Yes, every human being in sight was treated like a slave, forced to work by the whipping monkey overseers behind them.
Heavy chains could be seen on their hands and feet.
It was these shackles that made every human being seem to have lost their soul, working numbly on the ship like a walking corpse.
Even though the Thunder Monkey King's voice was extremely loud, it didn't make them raise their heads even slightly.
"Hey, I see this Thousand Green Nine Claw Chicken friend asking here, why are there humans on our ship? Ah, that's a good question!"
"Let me ask you, what's the cost of hiring one of your chicken friends every day!"
"Hey everyone, look, hiring a chicken means we not only have to spend 10 jin of meat a day, but also provide the employee with three meals a day, and even protect the employee's safety. Otherwise, if the employee dies, we will have to compensate with 500 jin of meat."
"Of course, I know this price isn't high. If someone is strong in combat or has other special talents, it can be considered cheap. But have you all thought about this: what do we need to spend to hire a human to do the work?"
"Great, I see some clever friends have already pointed this out in the comments section."
"These humans, as numerous as ants, only need half a pound of food a day. Friends, just half a pound! With such a small amount of food, you can get a very good source of labor. And most importantly, rest assured, we don't need to worry about whether these humans will be dead or alive, healthy or sick tomorrow."
"All you have to do is throw them some leftovers from your meals every day and make them work. If they die, just throw them away. Hahaha, they're the perfect tools!"
When it came to the "use" of humans, Thunder Monkey King became animated, talking at length about how the Thunder Monkey clan had made rapid progress in productivity by employing humans during this period.
From ordinary tools to the reclamation of farmland and the cultivation of crops, people used human markets to obtain meat.
These methods, which ordinary alien races might not be aware of, were discovered and successfully used by the Thunder Monkeys, whose intelligence surpassed that of other alien races.
Even the blueprints for this clipper sailing ship, and its construction, were the result of the efforts of these human slaves.
"Here I appeal to all my friends: if our plan succeeds this time, we can kill these humans, but not all of them. We can raise a group of them and have them continue to work for us. This way, our chances of surviving the natural disaster will not only be higher, but we will also have more time to do other things."
After speaking for more than half an hour, Thunder Monkey King stopped after summarizing his thoughts. His mouth was dry, so he picked up a fruit next to him and started eating it.
At the same time, under his earnest guidance, the chat area began to become harmonious. All the alien races suddenly realized the truth, and a flood of words of gratitude emerged.
Many other races even started clamoring to simply replace the meat used for trade with humans, and then calculate the price based on the human's physical condition and health level according to the meat price.
As soon as this argument was put forward, it was immediately agreed upon by dozens of alien races. Even the Thunder Monkey King in the scene nodded repeatedly and continued to echo it.
"They say there's strength in numbers, so this idea of treating humans as cargo is quite clever. We Thunder Monkey Race didn't think of that before. Thanks for the addition, friend."
When he said this, Thunder Monkey King's expression was very serious, but a very slight smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
No one knew that the alien race that had just proposed using humans as commodities was a subordinate race of the Thunder Monkey Race.
No one knew that the agreement of these alien races was also secretly won over and bought by the Thunder Monkey Race as "online trolls"! For these ordinary alien races with an IQ of no more than 80, their cognition is very easy to manipulate, and it is clear that the Thunder Monkeys have already figured out some tricks.
All it takes is to plant a seed in their minds and slowly brainwash them. Once they arrive in the New Continent, the Thunder Monkey Race will take control of the slave Trading Market due to their initial advantage, thus consolidating their position.
Even if there are still human survivors, the Thunder Monkeys can secretly contact these survivors and directly sell people for huge profits.
These things were unknown to ordinary alien races, but for the Thunder Monkey King, who had conquered such a vast territory and emerged victorious in the third catastrophe, they were perfectly clear.
However, before this "Thunder Monkey King" could continue to speak and stir up trouble, a conspicuous comment suddenly appeared in the comments section, which was full of positive reviews.
It contains only three characters, and it is a national treasure of Chinese culture.
However, the meaning it conveyed made Thunder Monkey King extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh? I see that the Golden Haired Lion King in this speech seems to have a different idea. Let's see what his doubts are!"
Come back at six o'clock, you know what I mean!