Dungeon Player

Chapter 145 Chapter 140 Lao Xia’s shameful title (34 please give me monthly votes)

In the black mire, several swamp murloc heads poked out of the holes.

Sherlock looked at the swamp murlocs one by one, as well as the players who were rummaging around in the small swamp.

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

Several players have already asked these questions to these swamp murlocs.

Xianyu stared at the goblins and a handful of goblins who were running around unscrupulously in the swamp murloc gathering place.

The goblins and a small number of goblins, after searching repeatedly for a long time without finding anything good, simply began to collect the swamp mud.

The player closest to Xianyu said this:

"You are too poor. You can't even make a box for us to knock on? Forget it. Let's pack some mud and go back to see if we can sell it."

As for the players who tried to communicate with the swamp murlocs, the only replies they received were in murloc language such as "waah ah". Those murlocs who could speak the common language of the underground world saw the players acting so recklessly. The way he was rummaging around in the habitat was so frightened that he could no longer speak, and even if he could speak, he wouldn't be willing to do so.

The only one who can still communicate smoothly is Xianyu.

"Oh, your village is really beautiful, beautifully decorated, and very suitable for living."

Sherlock looked at the bare surroundings, except for the swamp holes and only mud and stones, and said this.

"Although this place is beautiful, it is not our home. Our home is the more beautiful and larger swamp ahead! But now, it has been occupied by those nasty monitor lizards!"

The swamp fishman Xianyu said loudly:

"No matter what, we must defeat the giant lizards! Drive them away!"

"Well, don't worry, all the 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 cave, putting his head in, and then sticking his head out with a muddy face and shouting:

"Quick! Who brought the tools? There is something under the hole!"

"Silly! Just dig with your shield! See if there are any bipedal birds down there!"

Several players quickly gathered around, picked up their shields and started digging. Other players also began to follow suit, digging caves where swamp murlocs lived.

Because of Blue and Sherlock, they were unable to directly attack the swamp fishmen, but that didn't mean they couldn't change the landscape here.

The goal of the players was not to kill the murlocs, but to search for as many things as possible. Now that they heard that there was something in the hole, everyone rushed to start digging.

Xianyu stared at him dumbfounded. He raised his hand and opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Sherlock had already raised his hand and said:

"Please don't get me wrong. They don't want to dig up your home and loot everything inside. How could the people in our eternal kingdom underground city do such a thing? They are just checking whether your house is It’s just solid, please don’t worry too much.”

After Sherlock said this, the players who were about to dig out the swamp mud with their shields were stunned for a moment, and then someone threw their shield and shouted:

"Are you kidding me? They won't even let me dig in the mud, and they won't let us turn over the houses of the swamp fishmen? Aren't we the heroes of the underground world?"

Just as he finished speaking, Sherlock opened his hands to the salted fish:

"You see, that's what happened."

While using coercion to control the nearby players, he asked them not to do strange things to the swamp murloc's home, while also reminding those players——

A new "plot" begins.

"We will build an outpost nearby to facilitate our transit, and strengthen the defense here, building walls and trenches to defend against the monitor lizards that are everywhere."

More and more players nearby heard the news that the plot was starting here and rushed back here.

"Wait a minute, Lord Lord, do you want to build a branch base here? But this is our home." Before the salty fish finished speaking, Sherlock nodded and said:

"Of course it's your home. This was and is here, and we can't say what will happen in the future, but we have no intention of occupying your home here. We just hope that we can have a temporary resting place here, a relatively safe place. After all, those Monitor lizards are not easy targets to deal with. You must be prepared for a long-term battle. The underground world is so dangerous. Who knows what other dangers there are besides those monitor lizards?"

"I understand. Our tribe is quite happy to provide a temporary resting place for your warriors. However, monitor lizards will come here occasionally. Although there are not many, there is no way for us to guarantee absolute safety." Xianyu Diandian The head said so.

"That's no problem. In order to take care of the weak, we will definitely work hard to help you and clean up those giant lizards." Sherlock clenched his fist and said righteously.

But just as he finished speaking, a roar from far to near suddenly came from above his head, and the roar carried a soul-stirring pressure.

Only for swamp murlocs.

As for the players, they can't say anything about being coerced and controlled by Sherlock. They are all in "story" mode.

Xianyu quickly ran to the door of the "village", held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked up.

In the underground world, there is naturally no sky above the head, but there is also a height of hundreds of meters and nearly a thousand meters, and a huge figure suddenly passes over Xianyu's head.

While Xianyu was still looking at what was above his head, a black dragon with a body length of 150 meters suddenly landed on the ground. Then the huge beast lowered his head with contempt. His eyes looked at Xianyu.

"What is this, a group of swamp murlocs taking over my little swamp?"

The black dragon made a low, hoarse sound and bared its sharp teeth at the salted fish.

Xianyu swallowed a sip of saliva, but looking at the black dragon in front of him, he still bravely pulled out his weapon, but his innate fear of the dragon's power made his clenched hands tremble slightly.

At this moment, a tall figure rushed over and stood in front of Xianyu. It was Sherlock!

In Xianyu's eyes, this majestic upper-level demon stretched out his huge demon flesh wings and shouted to the huge black dragon in front of him:

"Get out of here quickly! You 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 Terminator of Karmic Fire, the Tongue of Judgment, the Lord of Hell, the owner of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, and the great Demon Lord Sherlock! I didn't expect you to be here!"

After the black dragon finished speaking these words in one breath, he lowered his head, looked at the inside of his wings, and after looking at it for a while, he said:

"I will not give up this small swamp! You humble swamp murlocs, don't expect the superior demon and his goblin army to help you every time. I will come back. Next time, I will let this place, Turn into ruins!”

The black dragon deliberately prolonged the last few words, then raised his upper body, flapped his wings, and left under the enthusiastic eyes of the players and the trembling eyes of other swamp murlocs including Xianyu.

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

"Go! People of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon! Go after the black dragon! Don't let him escape!"

Sherlock had just finished shouting, and all the players around him rushed out like crazy.

"Ah——! It's a black dragon!"

"The reins of the black dragon!"

"Damn it, does that dragon look familiar?"

"Yeah, it seems to be the black dragon that appeared due to a bug a few days ago, right?"

"Didn't you say it was an NPC? Why did it become a BOSS?"

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

"I didn't expect the production team to be so mediocre. Lao Xia's title is so shameful."

"Lao Xia, my husband is so handsome!"

"The production team's plot is too shoddy. The models are good. Can't the lines be polished and polished? If I can't write the lines well, why don't I crowdfund them on the forum? Otherwise, I can do more battles. It's too perfunctory. Got it!"

…………

Most of the players obeyed Sherlock's order, or in other words, obeyed the plot arrangements and ran out to search. However, there were also one or two hundred players who stayed in the swamp murloc village, seemingly still waiting for someone to come. There is no other drama, some people are just hanging out.

"It seems that things are more troublesome than I thought. There are actually black dragons wandering around. It seems that relying only on the temporary garrison is no longer able to make my men and horses fight bravely." Sherlock revealed. With a regretful expression, he then said to the salted fish beside him:

"If there are no leather products and bipedal birds as rewards, they will not be able to slay the dragon properly. Salty fish, what do you think?"

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