Dungeon Player

Lang Mie brutally executed all the goblins, goblins and a few kobolds he saw.

But these guys are like bugs and rats, they are everywhere. Every once in a while, a wave of shirtless people come over, and they all run over on their own initiative, shouting as they run:

"Don't kill me! I promise not to laugh... Hahahaha! I can't help it anymore!"

"Grass Mud Horse! We have been training for so long and have said not to laugh!"

Of course, they were all ordered to be killed by Lang Mie.

Lang Mie felt as if he had been insulted, and it seemed that he was being insulted by the same group of people!

They all ran over shirtless and asked to be captured. After being captured, they asked to surrender. They claimed to be believers of the ancient gods, but they were not at all. They even wanted to obtain information from themselves.

The most hateful thing is that they always say inexplicable words and then laugh crazily. Even if their companions are killed one by one and Lang Mie uses the most cruel methods to deal with them, they still can't stop their laughter.

Those "hahahaha" laughter seemed like this group of people were taunting wildly, laughing at Lang Mie's ignorance.

Why are these people not afraid of death? They have killed hundreds of people, right? Why are these people immune to the Whispers of the Old Gods? Is it really magic? Why haven’t my thousand followers of the ancient gods come back yet?

Speaking of the thousand followers of the ancient god, Lang Mie was a little worried. They had been gone for so long, but there was still no news. Lang Mie couldn't help but think, could it be that all their troops were wiped out?

Wait, are those people who rushed in happily and tried to be captured before, are they all bait to release false information? There are not two thousand people outside, but an army of 20,000 people? !

Lang Mie couldn't help but become worried. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be an army of 20,000 that could rush over quickly to help near Winterfell, right?

But so many people who came one after another to die still made Lang Mie worried.

Fortunately, this kind of worry will soon be unnecessary.

Because after many attempts to obtain information, all failed without exception. Apart from seeing the vast number of believers of the ancient gods occupying the hall inside the portal, no information could be obtained.

As for the so-called tactical planning, it was discussed in the forum for dozens of pages without any explanation. The tactics of the keyboard strategists were really too unconstrained. In the end, I couldn't help but say:

"Why don't we try to attack directly? If we just use the three-step strategy, we'll be done with it?"

Everyone was stunned and decided to give it a try.

Subsequently, about a thousand players were gathered who were willing to participate in the group army battle, including hundreds of longbow or shortbowmen, as well as players in the front row holding shields, and players in the back row holding spears. , no matter what, it looks very similar to that.

But compared to the believers of the ancient gods guarding the portal hall in Winterfell, the number of people is still a bit small.

When Lang Mie saw an enemy coming, he quickly organized the surrounding forces and began to take the initiative to attack.

The players who rushed over from the street quickly drew their bows and arrows to fight back, but they were not very skilled in the use of bows and arrows. They could only draw one round of arrows, and most of them were shot. The arrows were deflected, and only a handful of arrows caused damage to the believers of the ancient god.

The main reason is that the players seriously underestimated the running speed of the ancient god believers, and they were not sure about the range of the bows and arrows. It is extremely unrealistic to change this kind of thing in a short time.

The believers of the Ancient God also rushed forward immediately.

Lang Mie looked at the almost overwhelming carnage in front of him and couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile. That's it, killing, bloodshed, mosaic!

The battle was completely over in less than an hour.

After the believers of the ancient god lost some of their combat power, they slaughtered the 1,000 inmates who were able to move freely in the magic whispered by the ancient god and were even able to fight for some reason. Then, with a wave of his hand, the wolf killer decided to He personally took two thousand ancient god believers and went to the camp at the north gate to have a look. If the thousand people killed in front of them were their last resistance, then Lang Mie would destroy those hateful laughing people in one fell swoop. Goblin goblins and kobolds!

The team of ancient god believers set off quickly, and along the way, they encountered many goblins and kobolds behaving strangely.

They would rummage around, look around in the trash cans, everyone was covered in weapons and equipment, and they would also drag the Winterfell residents who were standing on the street, caught in a nightmare, to alleys or shops on the side of the street. inside.

Especially when they saw two thousand people of ancient god believers approaching, they were not afraid at all. They even ran out to watch and shouted:

"Damn it, the NPC army is out!"

"Hurry up and post on the forum!"

"A new wave of welfare and equipment is coming!"

"Fuck! Is that the commander of the believers of the ancient gods on the forum? That's the werewolf! What an unexpected encounter with an NPC!"

For these goblins and goblins that jumped out, without exception, Lang Mie sent people to catch them and torture them to death one by one, but no matter how they tortured them, they still smiled.

There are even goblins hiding in shops and shooting cold arrows at the wolves on the streets.

Lang Mie really couldn't figure it out. If he didn't kill them, they should be thankful to God and thank Heavenly Father for his mercy. Why would he take the initiative to expose his position and jump out? Are you shooting arrows at yourself? !

Lang Mie caught the goblin hiding in the store, ignored the goblin's ugly face, and strangled his neck with both hands:

"Why! Why did you jump out and shoot an arrow at me! You wouldn't die if you were hiding. Tell me the reason! Why!"

The goblin held his breath, his bones made a cracking sound, and he still tried his best to maintain a smile and said:

"Fuck! Is the interaction in this game really that great? I thought I was just bragging. If not, I will post on the forum even after I die!"

Then he died.

"ah--!"

Lang Mie let out a howl of pain, then led the believers of the ancient god and rushed towards the north gate. He had to kill them all!

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In the gray magic of Winterfell, a tall figure was not affected by the whispers of the ancient gods. He walked on the streets of Winterfell and looked at a three-story building in front of him.

This is an area far away from the core hall of the Winter City dungeon and the main hall of the city. Unlike other places where the residents of Winter City who are trapped in nightmares can be seen everywhere, this place is deserted.

Sherlock stood in front of the building, walked around holding his chin, and said to himself:

"It should be right here."

"Lord Sherlock, you don't go to participate in such exciting battles on the front line, and do plot killings, plot animations, etc., but you have been wandering around Winterfell for so long. What are you looking for? Are you looking for the Winterfell bank? ?”

Blue asked confused.

"Look for the root cause." Sherlock said:

"So many believers of the ancient gods have appeared in Winterfell, and even the core of the underground city has been corroded. I don't believe that the ancient gods can still have so much energy in the sealed plane to directly affect the underground world."

"You mean, someone is planning this?" Blue asked.

"That's right, and the initial influence of the whispers of the ancient gods should not have appeared in the core of Winterfell's underground city. If it had begun to spread in Winterfell, those converted believers would use the abandoned sewers as their stronghold. , and even dug waterways to serve as their base of operations.”

Sherlock had already walked to the front of the building, then placed one hand on the door panel and said:

"Taking advantage of the ancient ruins No. 85 becoming a gap in time and space, connecting the plane of the Ancient God Legion, they attracted all the troops in the dungeon, and they began to attack the core of the Winter City dungeon. I guess No. 85 The ancient ruins probably did not accidentally become a space-time gap, but had been planned for a long time. They just passed the blame to the black dragon that appeared. Even if there was no black dragon, they would probably use other reasons to create the illusion of an accidental appearance. , so as not to arouse others’ suspicion.”

"Oh, let's put it this way, it really took a long time to plan, but with the strength to open the gap in time and space, and to be able to spread the whispers of the ancient gods in Winterfell without anyone noticing, I believe that the strength is very impressive." Blue said with emotion.

"Who knows."

A wave of magic came from Sherlock's hand. The magic shield outside the building in front of him swayed twice like water waves, and then disappeared. Sherlock opened the door and walked in calmly.

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