Dungeon Player

Chapter 180 The Terrifying Underground Forest (24, please vote for monthly recommendations)

[Replaceable capacitors for civilian magic terminals: Can I auction mine? 】

[The Netherworld of Soul: Underground Forest? ! I can lift a tree now! 】

[Mingshi Wu: This game is too unfriendly to handicapped players. We don’t want to shoot arrows at our companions. We hope that the shooting assistance function can be enabled. 】

[South Wind Goes North: Real Dog Planning, you actually forgot about it before, right? You just focus on playing games, right? 】

[Guanyue No. 2: I have a core. We have mana cannons. We have most of the parts. Why don't we do Gundam? 】

[Maso Riko: With the degree of freedom in this game, we can definitely make Gundam! 】

[Chee He: I want to be the pilot of Unit No. 1! 】

Players are very supportive of Sherlock's updates as always, but Sherlock is a little confused——

What is Gundam?

………………

Beast was sitting in his office, dealing with the piles of official documents in front of him.

Because of the attack of the Ancient God Legion, the workload of the beast continued to increase. A male beastman wearing an office worker's uniform walked in outside the door. The male beastman placed a cup of black tea in front of the beast's table and said:

"Senior, take a rest. You have been working for an hour straight! It's too hard. I have never seen you work for more than thirty minutes since I started working."

The beastman said this in a rough voice, extremely worried.

"No, I'm not tired. I can work for another ten minutes! You go out. Everyone in Winterfell is working hard. As the director of the office, how can I slack off!"

The beast said this loudly, and then said in a firm tone to the subordinates who cared about him in front of him:

"Get out! Don't disturb my work!"

The beastman walked out helplessly and looked back worriedly at the beast at work.

The beast continued to devote himself wholeheartedly to the work he loved, picked up the black tea, took a sip, then fell on the table and fell asleep.

The office is opened again.

The male beastman in OL uniform walked in quietly, and a dark shadow enveloped the beast in front of him.

The beastman stretched out his rough palm towards the beast...

Cover yourself with a blanket.

Document archiving.

Pack stationery.

Set the devil's 27 hours.

Quietly exited the room and closed the door.

Cheers from the employees came from outside the door:

"Let's go! Let's go! Go to the bookstore to study and relax!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, why are you shouting about something like this!"

"Sorry, sorry, let's go."

The voices of the employees outside gradually faded away, leaving only Beast lying on the table, still whispering a little.

…………

Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, Blacksmith Shop.

"boom!"

Blacksmith Simba hit the armor in front of him with a hammer, smashing the armor into another shape. The green kobold head in front of him shrank in fear.

Every time equipment is sent for recasting, although everyone knows that the recasting is 100% successful, they still inevitably feel frightened when watching Simba smashing it with a hammer in front of him.

As for asking other players who learned blacksmithing to help recast it, it was unrealistic. Not to mention that there was only one blacksmith furnace, and the skills of those apprentices were not good enough.

Beside the blacksmith shop, there was a huge trident. The gray magic power on it had disappeared, and it was just a trident.

Although Sherlock asked Simba to work hard to forge the trident into weapons and equipment that can be sold for money, there is no need to think about it before the big furnace is built. The current blacksmith shop furnace facility in the eternal kingdom dungeon is the place to do it. Less than this.

Simba was ringing the bell armor when he saw Mufasa coming towards this direction from a distance, holding a food box in his hand.

Simba hammered the armor in front of him into a size that the kobold could wear, then threw the armor to the kobold in front of him and said:

"After lunch break."

The players who were watching the study behind them and those who were queuing up at the door all dispersed with a roar, and no one dared to say a word in front of the blacksmith shop.

Mufasa walked to the blacksmith shop, placed the food box on the table, and said with emotion:

"That's great. Cousin, the people here are very obedient."

"It's because you are too soft that these guys will bully you." Simba took out a metal rod and put it in the furnace to heat for a while, then looked at the food box, which contained concrete:

"There is no food today."

"There's nothing I can do about it. That black dragon cub is so edible. After a while, someone came to me asking for food to feed the black dragon cub. The cub doesn't want to eat dirt and is a very picky eater."

Mufasa sighed, Simba put the metal rod into his mouth, blew out a circle of smoke, then took another mouthful of concrete, and said with his mouth full of dirt:

"I can't help it. I don't know when I can eat black dragon meat."

"Huh? The lord doesn't seem to have raised the black dragon cub with the intention of eating it..." Mufasa looked at Simba in surprise:

"I heard that."

"No way. According to Sir Sherlock's bad character, he should be using the black dragon cubs as food reserves, right?" Simba looked very serious.

Mufasa was stunned for a moment, maybe because he felt that this topic was not appropriate, he then said:

"Ah, I heard some goblins discussing over there in my carpenter's house. It seems that they are going to the third underground forest recently."

"What? Underground Forest No. 3?" Simba was stunned for a moment, then showed a serious expression:

"Satan is above."

"What, what's wrong?" Mufasa saw Simba's expression and suddenly became curious.

"You have never been to the underground forest, right?" Simba took a sip from the metal rod and said:

"It's a really scary place there..."

"Gudong..."

Mufasa swallowed, then took out the black melon-seed bugs from his pocket, knocked them one by one, and shared some with Simba.

Simba said with slightly sad memories:

"When I was young, before I learned the skills of blacksmith, I was a hard-working lumberjack. In the underground forest, there was a peaceful and peaceful land. If I didn't cut down those trees..."

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Winterfell, the Lord's Office.

"Lord City Lord, why do you want to hand over the underground forest of the third area to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon to guard it? Although the ancient god army has advanced to the vicinity of the third area forest, with the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon in the 10th area before Judging from the performance, they will definitely cut down trees secretly!"

A young goblin employee said worriedly to the onion-headed city lord next to him.

"Young man, have you been to the underground forest, seen it, or heard of it?"

Onion Tou looked at the young goblin employee next to him with wise eyes and said.

"No... I haven't been there." The clerk looked at Onion Tou's expression and subconsciously realized that the matter was probably not as simple as he thought.

Oniontou took a deep breath and said:

"The underground forest is not so easy to cut down. You have to find the most evil and depraved people in the entire underground world to cut down the trees. Every year when we plan to cut down trees, we have to spend a lot of money to hire these social workers. dross."

"Is it the Whomping Willow? Or a Tree Man?"

The clerk asked speculatively.

"Of course not! It's something more terrifying than those! The trees in the underground world have a complete set of self-protection mechanisms."

Onion Tou had a look of horror on his face:

"That's an experience that an upright, sunny person will never want to recall in his lifetime, when you try to cut down those trees..."

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Underground Forest No. 3.

After the erected portal shone with light for a while, a goblin walked out of the portal with the green font "hoeing" on his head.

He was fully armed, holding a one-handed ax in his hand, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him with uncontrollable excitement on his face.

There is an endless forest, and at the top of the cave, there is a huge magic-made sunbeam that is providing light to the entire forest.

Hoe raised his hand, covered it for a moment, and rushed towards the nearest tree in front. With excitement, he raised the axe, intending to smash it down with the axe.

Suddenly a psychedelic feeling made him trance, and in his mind, a voice that seemed to come from the abyss appeared:

"If you want to chop down a tree, please answer first: Suppose the function kf(x)=4/(1+x), if f(a)=2, what is the real number a equal to?"

Behind Chue He, a group of players happily walked out of the portal, and then saw Chue He falling straight to the ground, eyes wide open, unable to move.

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