Gamers of the Underworld

In the black muddy glade, one inside the pothole, the heads of several marsh fish people are found out.

Sherlock looked at the swamp fish people, and the players who were rummaging around in the small swamp.

"Hello, where is the village chief's home, do you know?"

There have been several players who have asked such questions to these marsh fishermen.

The salted fish squinted and looked at the unscrupulous Goblin who were running around in the swamp fishermen's gathering place and a very small number of goblins.

Those Goblins and a small number of goblins, after repeatedly searching for a long time and did not find any good things, simply began to collect the mud of the swamp.

The player who is the closest to the salted fish says:

"It's too poor. Don't even make a box to knock us out? If you forget it, decorate the mud and go back and see if you can sell it."

As for the players who tried to talk to the swamp fishermen, the only responses they received were "wow," and the fishermen who would say the idioms of the underground world, seeing the players like this. The look of taboos in the habitat is not too scary to say, even if it is said that it is not willing to say.

The only thing that can communicate smoothly is the salted fish.

"Oh, your village is really beautiful, and the decoration is beautiful, it is very suitable for living."

Sherlock looked at the bare, except for the swamp hole, where only the mud, the surrounding environment of the stone, was said.

“It’s beautiful, but it’s not our home. Our home is a beautiful and bigger swamp in front! But now, it’s occupied by those hateful giant lizards!”

The marsh fisherman salted fish said loudly:

"In any case, we have to beat the monitor lizard! Get rid of them!"

"Well, you can rest assured that all members of our eternal kingdom dungeon will help you and protect you!"

Sherlock said with a gentle smile on his face.

Behind Sherlock’s smiling expression, he saw a player squatting at the entrance of an empty hole in the ground, reaching in, and then shouting out his head and shouting:

"Quick! Who has the tools! There is something under the hole!"

"Stupid! Take the shield and dig it directly! See if there are any bipeds below!"

Several players quickly gathered around and picked up the shields and dug them up. Other players began to follow suit and dig the caves where the swamp fish lived.

Because of Bruce and Sherlock, they can't directly attack the marsh fishermen, but it doesn't mean they can't change the landscape here.

The goal of the players is not to kill the fisherman, but to search for as many things as possible. Now, when there is something in the hole, everyone is scrambling to dig.

The salted fish looked stunned on the side, raised his hand, opened his mouth, and did not speak. Sherlock had raised his hand and said:

"Please don't misunderstand. They don't want to dig up your home, and then bury the things inside. How can people in our eternal dungeons do something like this? They just check if your house is Sturdy, please don't worry too much."

When Sherlock finished this, the players who were planning to take the shield to dig the marsh mud stunned, and then someone threw a shield and shouted:

"Just kidding, even the mud won't let me dig, the home of the swamp fisherman will not let us turn over? Are we not the heroes of the underground world?"

His words were just finished, and Sherlock opened his hand at the salted fish:

"Look, that's the way it is."

He used the pressure to control the players nearby, so that they would stop doing some strange things about the home of the swamp fishermen, and remind the players.

The new "drama" started.

"We will build a nearby outpost that is convenient for us to transfer, and consolidate the lines of defense, build walls and trenches to defend the giant lizards everywhere."

More and more players on the side have heard the news of the plot here, and they are coming back here.

"Wait a minute, Lord Lord, do you want to build a sub-base in us? But here is our home." The salted fish has not finished yet, and Sherlock nodded and said:

"Of course it is your homeland. Here is the past, now, it is not good to say things in the future, but we do not intend to occupy your home here. We just hope that there can be a temporary rest and a relatively safe place. After all, those The monitor lizard is not a good target. To prepare for long-term battles, the underground world is so dangerous. Who knows what other dangers besides those giant lizards?"

"I know, our tribes are very happy to provide a place for your warriors to rest temporarily, but there are occasional giant lizards coming here, although not many, but we can't guarantee absolute safety." The head said so.

"There is no problem. In order to take care of the weak, we will try our best to help you and clean up the monitor lizards." Sherlock held his fist and said righteously.

Only he just finished, and suddenly there was a scream from far to near, and the screaming with a breathtaking pressure.

For the people of the swamp fish only.

As for the players, they can't be said to be controlled by the Sherlock pressure. All of them are in the "drama" mode.

The salted fish quickly ran to the door of the "village", grasped the hilt with one hand and looked up at the top of the head.

In the underground world, there is no sky at the top of the head, but there are also hundreds of meters high near the height of a kilometer, and a huge figure, swept through the top of the salted fish.

When the salted fish was still looking at what was on the top of the head, a black dragon with a length of 150 meters had already landed on the ground, then the big behemoth, lowered its head, with contempt The eyes looked at the salted fish.

"What is this, a group of swamp fish people occupy my little swamp?"

The black dragon made a low, hoarse voice, picking up sharp teeth against the salted fish.

The salted fish swallowed a slobber, but looking at the black dragon in front of him, he still bravely pulled out his weapon, but the fear of Longwei was born, and his clenched hand was slightly trembling.

At this time, a tall figure rushed over and stood in front of the salted fish, it was Sherlock!

In the eyes of salted fish, the majestic upper demon stretched out his huge devil's wings and shouted at the huge black dragon in front of him:

"Get out of here! You are this evil black dragon!"

The black dragon raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and looked at Sherlock:

"I know you, you are the inheritor of the seven sins, the end of the fire, the tongue of judgment, the ruler of hell, the owner of the eternal kingdom dungeon, the great demon lord Sherlock! I didn't expect you to be here!"

When the black dragon finished speaking these moments, he lowered his head and looked at the inside of his wings. He took a good look for a while before saying:

"I won't give up this little swamp! The humble swamp fishman, don't expect to have the demons and his Goblin army to help you every time, I will come back, next time, I want to make it here, Become a ruin!"

The Black Dragon deliberately dragged on the last few words, then lifted the upper body, swaying his wings, and left in the eyes of the players' fanatic eyes, as well as the salted fish and other swamp fishers shivering.

After the black dragon flew away, not long after, Sherlock lifted his pressure on the players and shouted to the players:

"Go! The people of the eternal kingdom dungeon! Go and follow the black dragon! Don't let him run!"

Sherlock just shouted, and the players around him rushed out with a madness.

"Ah-! It's a black dragon!"

"Black Dragon's reins!"

"Where is the dragon, is the dragon familiar?"

"Yeah, it seems to be the black dragon that appeared in the BUG a few days ago?"

"Isn't that the NPC? How to become a BOSS?"

"I don't know, but it's so good!"

"I didn't expect the production team to be so second, the title of old summer is shameful."

"Old summer, my husband is so handsome!"

"The story of the production team is too crude. The model is good. Can the lines be polished and polished? Can't you write a good line, don't you raise the crowd inside the forum? Otherwise, it's too much to fight. It!"

............

Most of the players listened to Sherlock’s orders, or listened to the plot arrangement and ran out to search, but there were also one or two hundred players left in the village of the marsh fishermen. It seems that they are still waiting. There are no other plots, and some people are hanging out.

"It seems that things are much more troublesome than I thought. There are still black dragons wandering around. It seems that I only rely on the temporary stationing place. There is no way for my people to fight bravely." A regrettable look, then said to the salted fish on the side:

"If there are no leather products and bipeds as rewards, they can't kill the dragons well. Salted fish, what do you think?"

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