"Don't think it's expensive, the cultivation of these things itself requires some special environment, as long as it's not a Xiwei thing, it's very expensive here. In the same way, if you live in an area, it is very convenient to cultivate and collect these things, and the price will naturally not be very high. As a result, many people will return to their home regions to participate in the tournament during the simulation battle. "Mo Ran definitely didn't know about this kind of thing, not to mention, even if he knew, it would be impossible for him to return to the earth to compete, because the earth had not entered the sight of the Protoss at all, and naturally he would not deliberately recruit for the simulated battle on the earth.

Mo Ran smiled reluctantly, said goodbye to the boss and walked around casually. In the food area, Moran saw a lot of strange food, and some Xiwei people stayed here. Mo Ran looked at the very strange food, and among them was a plant that seemed to be a man-eating flower, suspended in mid-air, and several purple-red buds with sharp teeth were constantly biting at the air around them. Mo Ran curiously reached out to check on it.

"Drunken Spinning Top, an evil creature that grows on the battlefield, the flower buds can be used as a first-aid medicine, and the toxicity is four thousand millimeters. It takes a long time to grow, and its rhizome is one of the many top-quality ingredients that accompany the meal. And the price is as high as more than 2,000 points.

"Who would dare to eat this kind of thing!" Looking at the drunken spinning top suspended in the display window and constantly biting the air around him, Mo Ran couldn't help but feel a chill. "What, does the young man want to buy it?" Compared to the old Protoss boss before, the boss here is younger, but looking at his smile, Mo Ran doesn't feel any good feelings, more like a profiteer selling his goods.

"This thing can be pre-ordered, as long as 400 win points, you can order this drunken spinning top, the price remains the same, as long as you have enough win points to continue paying. Its value lies not in its edible, but in its medicinal value. Mo Ran didn't mean to stay here, he just looked at this flower as if he had only seen the cannibal flower in the picture before he took a look here, and he didn't want to buy it.

Regardless of the boss, Mo Ran just looked ahead, and soon he saw some of his more common foods, which he had seen in the simulated battle. Of course, the price of these foods also made Mo Ran secretly staggered, it seems that if he wants to survive in the future, he can only keep finding people to practice, and he can only be people of the same level. Of course, there is also a nutritional paste here, but the nutrients needed need to be prepared by yourself, and the price is not low.

"If you don't win, maybe even the nutritional paste will feel delicious in the future!" Mo Ran thought to himself, there are not many types of food on the earth here, most of them are some vegetables and a small amount of cultured meat.

On the other side of the food area is the supplies area, where Mo Ran saw a lot of high-tech products, and Mo Ran quickly found the latest personal terminal equipment. Thinking of the equipment that Wanliu used in the dismantling factory before, Mo Ran just went up and took a look. Of course, the price did not disappoint Mo Ran, and the winning point of more than 3,000 made the vast majority of people prohibitive.

"What, you have a crush on this terminal?" Sitting at the back of the shop was a burly middle-aged Protossman. He didn't look at Mo Ran directly, he was looking at a screen in front of him, what was in it Mo Ran didn't know, but this device really made Mo Ran a little excited.

"Well, can I make an appointment?" Mo Ran stretched out his hand and asked on the delicate personal terminal, he only had about six hundred victory points left in his hand, if she could buy this terminal and give it to Wanliu, she should be very happy. Seeing the introduction of the product, Mo Ran also felt that this terminal was worth it.

"Three thousand six winning points, one less winning point will not be sold." The boss glanced at Mo Ran with slanted eyes, and then said word by word.

Hearing the boss's words, Mo Ran felt that the smile on his face was also a little stiff, it was really that each boss had a different personality. Mo Ran withdrew his hand and glanced at the delicate terminal again, compared to the simplicity and rigidity of the other terminals, this terminal was very delicate and powerful.

"If you don't have a winning point, just look at the one over there, the one over there is cheap and practical." The boss didn't look up, put his eyes back on the video in front of him, and ignored Mo Ran. Mo Ran opened his mouth and didn't say anything more in the end. He had seen the terminal over there before, but this boss seemed to be too serious and didn't find out that Mo Ran had already arrived.

With a sigh, Mo Ran went to other shops again. It's just that he didn't see the terminal that made his heart flutter.

After buying a little simple food, Mo Ran just went back. He also had to wait for more than ten seconds at the door, and then he returned to the room.

Mo Ran gave the finch tongue to Wanliu and then returned to his room. Fortunately, there is a certain amount of cleaning equipment in the room, but what makes Mo Ran sad is that the water here is charged with Shengdian, and after paying more than 100 Shengdian for water in the dormitory, Mo Ran cleaned himself well. And the smart butler in the room appeared behind the door after he closed the door.

"What do you have to do to win?" Mo Ran wiped his head with a towel and asked the housekeeper.

"Just lie down in bed and tell me about the mock battle you're going to play." The housekeeper is a mechanically synthesized girl. At least it's much better than the sound of the metal ball of the Protoss.

Mo Ran lay directly on the soft bed, and this feeling made Mo Ran not want to get up again. "Then let's enter the simulation battle!" Mo Ran whispered. The next moment, a screen appeared in front of Mo Ran, with four options on it, corresponding to different levels of battle, and under each level, the rewards and punishments for victory and defeat were remarked. "There's also an option to watch the game. For newcomers who are not familiar with the rules, it is best to learn about a battle by spectators. The butler said gently.

"How are you going to watch the battle?" Mo Ran asked. Then the butler made a demonstration on Mo Ran's interface, and he soon saw a lot of rooms, among which the battles between the littoral ships were the most, after all, the base was huge, and there were also a small number of destroyer formations at the same time, while there were only one or two battles at the commander level. Mo Ran couldn't help but click in and watch.

However, both sides appear by number, and it is not known who is fighting. After all, everyone's combat style is different, and if the name is known, it is always bad to be targeted in life. At the same time, the number of people watching the battle also appeared. Mo Ran is Ninety-Seven, and there are still some people below who are commenting on the current battle.

But the number will always be with them.

"If the Seventeenth sends three littoral ships to penetrate from the right flank and attack from the flank, the battle will be much more favorable." A commander watching the battle whispered.

"Didn't you notice that there was still a fleet of destroyers on the other side that hadn't moved? If that destroyer rushes to encircle your fleet, you can wait for it to collapse! The other commander whispered.

And Mo Ran and they stood in a place that could overlook the entire battlefield, and Mo Ran's image was also a figure wearing a black cloak, only on the chest with the counting symbol of the Protoss, ninety-seven.

Mo Ran listened to these people's discussions, and then observed the battle below. "Matches here can only be watched by people at the commander level, which means that people of higher rank can watch the battle of people of the same rank or lower rank. However, lower-ranking personnel cannot watch the battle of higher-ranking personnel. The butler's voice sounded in Mo Ran's ears.

Nodding his head, he already knew the rules. Then he couldn't help but change his perspective and came to the direction of the fleet perspective of the twenty-seventh. Compared with the virtual realism of the previous simulation battle, Mo Ran now feels like a bystander, and of course his thinking is clearer.

It didn't take long for the battle between the two sides to end. The battle of the commander alternate is a battle between two space-class warships, which is much larger than the battleship formation, but this kind of battle is also the most test of the commander's ability to control the battlefield, and it will even be accurate to the battle of each littoral ship.

When the battle is over, a long list of rankings is revealed, and Moran is the last one. Of course, if a new commander candidate comes in, then he will naturally not be ranked last.

Just when Mo Ran was still thinking about such a simulated battle, he received a message.

"Commander Sixty-Seven challenges you to whether you agree or refuse. If you agree, you'll immediately enter the battlefield, and if you refuse, you'll deduct 30 victory points from your opponent. After opening the message, Mo Ran heard such a voice.

Although I am not familiar with the rules of the battlefield, I think it should be similar to the simulation battle designed by Wanliu, but the scale of the simulation battle here is much larger and more complex.

The 67th is in the middle of the pack, with seven wins and three losses. The record is still very good. However, what Mo Ran didn't know was that most of the newcomers would be challenged because they were not familiar with the rules, and there were also few simulated newcomers of space-class warships, most of whom would be targeted by the old men and win points from them.

"Do you want to make a bet?" The voice of number sixty-seven came.

Mo Ran had no reason to refuse, but he didn't know that there was such a thing as a bet.

"On top of the wins you've won, add more wins. If I lose, I'll hand over 200 win points. Of course, if I win, you give me 200 points. Sixty-Seven said with a smile. Seeing that the other party agreed, No. 67 was naturally happy, he didn't expect the other party to agree to the battle so easily, after all, most people would choose to refuse in the first battle, and hand over thirty victory points, this trick was unpleasant.