The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

The Hundred Herbs Garden could only expand its hunting range, extending beyond Siegel's territory.

Then, he encountered a second-tier magical beast.

You can't beat him.

The Hundred Herbs Garden can only take people and hide from second-tier magical beasts to hunt first-tier magical beasts.

At this rate, it won't be long before all players become Tier 1 Dragonblood Warriors.

The goblins' side.

The goblin squad leaders were terrified by the extra Tier 1 Dragonblood Warriors.

They couldn't understand it at all, so they could only work desperately, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Ordinary goblins simply couldn't withstand the kobolds' meat soup and clubs; in just three days, more than half of them succumbed.

But the goblins can only perform simple, repetitive tasks for now.

For example, moving bricks, digging soil, and carrying things.

Technical tasks, such as brick-making and wall construction, still require skilled workers.

However, this can also initially liberate players.

This allows players more time to focus on development and leverage the advantages of highly skilled personnel and Earth knowledge.

Player Camp has entered another period of rapid development.

The goblins carried baskets of pyrite into the player camp.

The players then created a sealed device using pottery jars, placed pyrite inside, and subjected it to high-temperature dry distillation.

The resulting product was then roasted in open ground and smelted in a blast furnace, thus simultaneously yielding sulfur and iron.

The sulfur was collected, and the iron was initially forged by the goblin craftsmen before being handed over to one of the players who was passionate about blacksmithing.

This player also occasionally teaches the goblin craftsmen, helping them improve their skills.

The goblin craftsmen couldn't understand the words, but they could read them.

The goblin craftsman adopted this player as his godfather.

Unfortunately, this player couldn't understand the goblins' speech.

Meanwhile, a funny little thing happened on the Dragon Wings forum, which was created by players themselves, in the past few days.

The bizarre actions of people like those with copper heads and belts were posted on a forum by a brick-moving expert.

Previously, players could understand the situation simply by listening to descriptions without recording them.

Now that the video has been released, they are not only shocked themselves, but also want to share it to shock others.

This caused the brass-headed leather belt to quickly gain wider recognition and become a minor celebrity.

The game "The End: Under the Wings" also benefited a little from the popularity of the celebrity "Copperhead Belt".

The number of reservations jumped to 50,000.

The forums spontaneously created by players were flooded with people waiting for the second batch of tests.

The price they paid was that the copper-headed belts and several people were looking for brick-moving experts.

Unfortunately, it wasn't found.

……

In the game.

As time went on, several blast furnaces sprang up from the ground, billowing thick smoke.

Large quantities of pyrite were processed and thrown into it to obtain iron ingots of excellent quality.

Then, these iron ingots were forged and carburized to make weapons such as spears, armor, and longswords.

On the goblin side, small brick houses were built, and the goblins moved into four-person dormitories.

They have also learned a lot and are now able to do most of the repetitive tasks for the players.

This gradually gave players more time.

Some players have even started farming, animal husbandry, carpentry, and making gadgets.

The polar bear was one of them; she transplanted the fruits she had eaten and the plants she liked to the player's camp.

In just over ten days, the player camp has surprisingly become a commercial entity.

However, it is still in the stage of bartering.

On this day, the principle of "caliber is justice" summoned the original five people who had established the camp to the center of the camp.

Five kobolds stood in front of the two-meter-tall goblin armor.

"Players are gradually realizing that this is a pure sandbox game."

"Caliber is Justice" sighed and pointed to two goblins exchanging items nearby.

"As you have seen, iron tools developed productivity, goods became surplus, and commerce began to emerge."

"Players don't want to take responsibility for operations; they just want to get freebies. Now they're urging me to develop a currency."

At this point, the idea that "the standard is justice" became increasingly troublesome, but he could only continue.

"And the goblins, I originally planned to distribute them according to the agreed-upon method of spoils distribution."

"That is, one-third of the camp and two-thirds of the players, with each person having seven."

"As a result, most players didn't want them at all, thinking that goblins were useless, and asked their camps to help raise them."

"The line is justice," he muttered, clutching his head and pouring out his grievances.

She really regrets setting up this camp.

Those players are like old men; they only want to play what they like.

She's like a babysitter to the players; if she doesn't handle things well, she has to take responsibility.

She has no time to do the things she likes.

Have you all come up with a solution?

The war commander leaned against his armor and asked.

"We do have goblins, but we're just asking for your opinions."

"Caliber is justice" nods.

"I plan to take back ownership of the goblins from the camp and implement a goblin contract system."

"Players who need it can contract goblins at high prices to share the cost of the goblins."

"Caliber is Justice" looked behind him and saw a polar bear fiddling with a potted plant.

"After all, there are always players like White Bear who enjoy planting crops and tending to their fields."

"She's going to create mushroom fields around the camp, which should help me get rid of 25 goblins."

"Holy crap! Using goblins as farmland? Great idea!"

Listen, the copper-headed leather belt couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

After some thought, the others also agreed that the plan was feasible.

"Of course."

"Justice is justice" smiled smugly.

"But without currency, how do you calculate the fees?"

The herb garden raised a question.

"The problem lies in currency!"

When this issue was brought up, the voice of justice faltered again, and a headache started to return.

"Boss! Get the currency issue sorted out quickly."

Just then, a player carrying a wooden birdcage passed by, seemed to have heard something, and shouted at the "Justice is Justice" slogan.

"Get lost! All you do is rush me. I haven't even gotten the gunpowder done yet."

With veins bulging on his forehead, the man, who was known for his righteous indignation, turned around and started yelling at the player.

"It's alright! Boss, we can accept gunpowder as currency."

The player wasn't annoyed and left with a smile.

"Ugh!"

"Caliber is Justice" sighed and turned to look at the three warriors.

“This camp was set up by you, me, and the polar bear. You have a share in it, so you have to help me.”

Can I withdraw my shares?

Raise your hand if you are from Baicaoyuan.

He had just set his sights on a magical beast, intending to spend some time taming it as a pet, when he was summoned by the "Justice is Right" tactic.