The wasteland night was always filled with a unique kind of beauty.
In this wasteland world, so different from Earth's environment, there were not only the sun and moon, but even stars.
Under such a night sky, it was impossible to imagine that a blizzard would arrive in just over ten days.
After eating and drinking his fill, Su Mo rarely put on his equipment, brought Oreo along, and walked outside Shelter Number Two.
The more news the Kobold Warlock revealed, the heavier the urgency weighing on Su Mo's heart became.
According to the Kobold Warlock, all the kobolds had been sent into this world at the same time as humanity.
But unlike humanity's forced arrival,
the kobold race had sensed a calling and descended of its own accord.
Most importantly, when all the kobolds descended, they were already carrying a massive amount of supplies—enough to establish themselves in the wasteland.
The two-person team he had encountered in the ruins, as well as the six-person team he had run into afterward, were both resource scouts sent out by the kobold tribe.
Their job was to scout out resources and report back to the tribe.
Unfortunately, both teams that had come from this direction had run into Su Mo.
Exploring the location of the kobold camp and finding the place where they were mining saltpeter had to be moved up on the schedule as quickly as possible.
Especially according to the Kobold Warlock's description, the two locations were estimated to be at least sixty kilometers apart.
That team had walked for nearly an entire day before reaching the area around Su Mo's shelter.
At such a distance, judging by human foot speed, making a round trip in a single day was simply impossible.
Therefore, all his hopes could only be placed