"Won?"

"Lost!"

The two sides of the barrier are completely different.

red square.

Fan Fuzheng, who was dressed simply, was ecstatic, running and jumping like crazy.

From time to time, he would punch the air to release the unsuppressed excitement in his heart.

Blue square.

Lermontov, who was dressed luxuriously, sat on a stool, his face full of indescribable bitterness.

Looking at the tall ladder erected in the center, he felt as if he had climbed out of the well and suddenly saw the sky.

"Actually, even if you agree to my contract, your wooden planks are not enough to complete the structure in half an hour."

Somo walked closer and while explaining, he really had a lot of doubts in his mind that needed to be answered.

However, this Lermontov was free and easy. He did not complain when he heard this. Instead, he stood up and shook his head gently:

"It's okay. Even if I can finish my plank, I most likely won't think you can succeed."

Like an artist, Lermontov doesn't have many fanatical emotions similar to those of ordinary people on his face.

At this time, there was only admiration and admiration on his face.

"And I will not leave my territory. The Northern Alliance still needs me."

"Great Northern Alliance?"

Sure enough, this Lermontov was of extraordinary origin.

Dragon Flag, Snow Kingdom, Golden Eagle, and Temple of Conquest, this is one of the four major territories recognized by mankind in the eight years of wasteland, located in the four directions of the New World, southeast, northwest.

Coupled with the Adventurers Alliance created by Su Deben, they form five major forces.

The Northern Alliance is the predecessor of the ‘Snow Country’.

Because of the massive earthquake that occurred in the wasteland three years ago, the temperature in the northern part of the New World dropped sharply, turning it into a desolate ice field.

The loose grand alliance could only push all the way to the center, eventually absorbing countless central territories to form the Snow Country.

but

"How many people are there in the Northern Alliance now?"

"According to statistics at the beginning of the month, there were about six million people."

Facing the recognized strongest man in mankind, Lermontov answered seriously, clearly knowing the pros and cons.

No matter how many groups or gathering places humans on Earth are divided into, they still have to unite in the end if they want to survive.

The Northern Alliance may also be indispensable for the help of this Su Shen.

"Six million people"

Sumo secretly calculated in his heart that the future had once again undergone tremendous changes under the wings of butterflies.

Because of the conflict between Ten Thousand Paths and the appearance of the Blue Star people, the war did not break out.

When the loose Northern Alliance was in the ruins of the future, it gradually increased its population to five million after experiencing a protracted war with the aliens for half a year.

But now, the war has not broken out, but the population is even larger.

Everything has changed dramatically.

"Are you short of supplies? Has manufacturing production resumed? How do you plan to develop next? Are there any powerful aliens around you?"

Faced with Somo's series of questions, Lermontov was not surprised.

In the only five minutes of communication time, think quickly and answer quickly.

Whatever he knew and understood, he spoke out without hiding anything at this time.

Due to the opening of the route, the area of ​​the New World expanded.

Rather than fighting to the death right now, most people prefer to continue dormant.

Therefore, although the major forces brewed many weapons in the deep sea, they still did not choose to trigger a large-scale battle in the end.

Without this war between humans and aliens that changed the course of the wasteland.

The recovery of technology and production will be much faster than in the future ruins.

Lermontov did not know the specific quantity of supplies from the alliance, but gave a similar number.

Two months.

The existing supplies can last at least two months.

Save money on food and clothing, and reuse the land to plant crops with short growth cycles, so that they can last until the autumn harvest without much problem.

The progress in the recovery of manufacturing industry is also very obvious.

Factories of various sizes have been set up in the past two months, producing items of all sizes.

Although they are all low-end manpower production lines, they have finally formed a scale.

"Next, we plan to continue to stockpile supplies, gather survivors, and build strong disaster-resistant buildings to survive as many waves of disasters as possible, so that the overall route level of the players can be improved."

"As for the alien races, there are both big and small, but they are all in peace so far."

"The most difficult thing for us is actually a Blue Star city hundreds of kilometers away. They claim to be an academy satellite city called Yelu City, with a population of at least three million people."

"Academy, Yelu City?"

Sumo was refreshed and finally found out the location of the academy city in the New World.

However, before he could ask for more details, Lermontov's figure became illusory.

The five minutes for communication are almost up!

"Although I lost today's knockout round, I will be envious of others for a long time, but I still thank you for letting me see the new upper limit of architecture. I would like to ask, is this an ability given by the route?" Lemon

Toph was a little hopeful, but also a little scared.

He somewhat wanted to hear Somo say "yes", but he was also afraid of Somo saying "no".

If it is the ability to route, it means that the architecture of human beings on earth still has not progressed.

If not, then he, a top designer who is almost a Grand Slam winner, is too

"Unfortunately, this is not part of the capabilities of the route."

"It's a new structure I developed, which I call the 'Skyscraper'!"

"Skypole?"

Lermontov was slightly stunned, muttering this new term, and slowly disappeared into the arena.

At the last moment, Sumo vaguely saw a smile that refused to admit defeat on his face.

Not convinced?

Then pray that you don’t run into me again next time, otherwise I will definitely give you a hard time.

Sumo smiled secretly and turned to look at Fan Fuzheng on the other side who had finally calmed down.

"Lord Su, I'm sorry, I just lost my temper too much."

"But to be honest, even now, I still feel like I'm dreaming."

Fan Fuzheng looked stunned.

This win not only means that he can continue to participate in the next knockout rounds, but can also be directly transported by the game to the Su Shen territory that countless people want to go to.

What kind of luck is this, it is even more exaggerated than pie falling from the sky.

"Don't be nervous. I think you belong to a small or medium-sized territory. It's not easy to reach level ten."

Somo comforted him and gently patted the other person's shoulder with his right hand.

It was extremely lucky for him to be able to recruit a talent from the architecture department to the territory for nothing.

"But if you go back, you have to be careful about the teleportation quota."

"I understand, I understand everything."

Fan Fuzheng nodded repeatedly, knowing in his heart the temptation of being transported directly to the territory of human Su Shen.

There are three quotas. If anyone knows about this, it will definitely cause a bloody storm.

There are even some jealous people who might kill themselves if they don't get this quota.

"Don't worry, the territory I am in was created by one of my comrades, and he will never stop me."

"They are my wife and children"

"Of course you have to bring it. Doesn't the game give you three places? Don't worry, as long as you are diligent and not lazy, you can find a suitable job to support yourself in my territory."

Of course Sumo is happy with the current shortage of people.
To be continued...