Dungeon Player

Lang Mie felt that he might not have woken up, and his mood was a bit up and down.

Not long ago, he was standing in the portal reception hall, dreaming of becoming a great lord in the future and being transformed into an evil upper-level demon covered in pustules.

But not long after, he was endlessly harassed by numerous goblins and kobolds. Not only were these people unaffected by the whispers of the ancient gods, but they were also full of nonsense like lunatics.

Until a thousand fully armed greenskins who were not affected by the ancient gods appeared. After a period of massacre, Lang Mie swelled.

With two thousand followers of the ancient god, they marched towards the north gate of Winter City, and then... nothing happened.

The group in the camp, the greenskins and a few kobolds who looked like evil spirits to Lang Mie, didn't even know how to use the airship's magic cannon, so they were killed with a single charge. Everything was in disarray, just when Lang Mie thought that no one would finally come to him, laughing and talking some nonsense that he couldn't understand.

From the airship, a large wave of greenskins suddenly descended one after another. They were shirtless, smiling, picked up weapons, and joined the battle again.

Is it reinforcements? Probably, it will be over once they are all destroyed.

The second wave, kill; the third wave, kill; the fourth wave, kill; the fifth wave...

Wait, something is wrong! Although that airship looks big, you can understand it if you say three or four thousand people, but how can it accommodate so many people? Are there 10,000 people here and there?

As shirtless greenskins continued to appear like a tide, the fighting power of the ancient god believers began to become less and less. Lang Mie saw that something was not right and chopped down a "Waaaa ——!" After the goblins rushed past, Lang Mie took the participating ancient god believers and began to fight and retreat, trying to escape from the battlefield.

But those greenskins with green heads rushed over excitedly, and many of them came for Lang Mie. It was obvious that they knew that Lang Mie, who was wearing fine armor, was the commander.

Lang Mie could only lead the werewolf troops and use the werewolf's fast running characteristics to leave the battlefield. As for the beastmen he brought, they were all left there and were swallowed up by the seemingly endless green-skinned monsters. There they shouted:

"Hurry up! The boss is running away!"

"Stop chasing the BOSS! You definitely won't be able to catch up. Just kill the mobs! It's all equipment!"

"Hit the legs first! What are the archers doing? Shoot the legs!"

"Grass mud horse! Which archer shot me! I was shot through!"

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Afterwards, Lang Mie could no longer be heard, because he had already escaped. He quickly returned to the portal hall of Winterfell with the hundreds of panting werewolves who participated, and then organized all the people who could organize With his strength, his mission is to guard the portal, which is currently the only source of troops, before the core of Winterfell's dungeon is completely transformed.

However, the speed of the ancient god's believers in replenishing their troops was not as fast as those of the greenskins. Lang Mie was no longer as relaxed as he was at the beginning. He was already convinced that the group of people outside the north gate, although they were not good at it, were outnumbered. There were too many, endless and not afraid of death, and they were not affected by the whispers of the ancient gods. If he were not convinced that they were not from the ancient gods' camp, Lang Mie would even feel like he was fighting against the ancient gods' army!

What Lang Mie didn't expect was that not long after he ran back, the mighty green-skinned army had already rushed over in a noisy manner.

Lang Mie clenched the weapon in his hand. No matter what, he would persevere and defeat these terrifying greenskins!

For the ancient gods!

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When the players' large forces were fighting fiercely with the believers of the ancient gods, the guild group of the first test players had already followed the instructions on the map and arrived at the [Winterfell Bearer] Kindergarten, and began to follow the instructions on the family portrait. Photos begin the search for Yoda's child.

In fact, this is not a difficult thing.

After all, Yoda's children, with their permed bald heads, big gold chains, green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right, are still very conspicuous.

Mainly because the head shape is more conspicuous.

It didn't take long for the players to find twenty of Yoda's children and arrange for people to carry them all back. From Yoda's wife, they got a small card with one hundred thousand magic stones.

As for the twenty little goblins who were brought out, their condition has improved a lot.

The first test players completed this series of tasks easily and returned to the camp. They happened to see the players chasing the troops of Lang Mie, and some people were cleaning up the battlefield. After looking at the forum, they knew It turns out that there was another wave of monster siege battles just now, and it was the Werewolf, the little BOSS who seemed to be the most powerful, who personally led the team.

Now that the BOSS has been defeated, the BOSS has retreated to the portal hall.

Without further ado, the first test bosses handed over the magic stone cards to the rune magic array, and then joined the army to conquer the BOSS.

Just like defeating the kobold Kramow, first clear the small ones, and then focus on destroying the wolves. After all, the equipment on a BOSS like this will eventually be auctioned. Look at the huge three-pronged weapon on the airship last time. The halberds are still piled in the warehouse. Blacksmith Simba inadvertently revealed that when the furnace is ready, the trident will be reforged into new equipment.

Under the fierce influence of the equipment on Lang Mie, the players' enthusiasm increased, and then they launched another fierce attack towards the portal hall of Winterfell.

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Sherlock walked in the dark room, and the upper demon's vision allowed him to clearly see all the arrangements in the room.

A huge rune magic circle was placed in the center of the room, and the walls were covered with strange symbols and marks of evil gods.

"It seems that this is the first stronghold of the believers of the ancient gods." Sherlock squatted down and studied the rune magic array carefully.

"These arranged runes look expensive, tsk tsk, I didn't expect that the believers of the ancient gods are richer than us." Blue said sourly.

"That's because someone is supporting them." Sherlock said as he stood up, turned slightly, and looked behind him.

A figure stood behind Sherlock with an octopus-like face. That was the octopus ball.

"Sherlock..."

Octopus Maru looked at Sherlock in the dark and made a resentful voice:

"Why don't you lie there like the other lords? Then I can slowly torture you."

"So it's you?" Sherlock looked surprised.

"Is it weird? Sherlock, it's still too late for you to kneel down to me and beg for mercy. I will plead with the Ancient God for you, but a high-ranking demon like you probably won't be forgiven. After all, it's you who the Ancient God hates the most. The so-called superior devil of the new era, and I will take your place in the near future. I am the real superior devil!"

Octopus Maru showed a crazy look, and the beard-like tentacles on his chin spread their teeth and claws.

"It's quite strange." Sherlock thought about it and asked:

"When I was in school, I thought you were quite good. I didn't expect you to do such a thing. To be honest, it made me look at you in a different light."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a huge amount of magic filled the whole room, and then the whole room made a loud noise, as if it had been torn apart by a strong wind, and debris flew everywhere.

The original three-story hut suddenly turned into a ruin.

Sherlock, on the other hand, stood on the ruins completely intact. In front of him was Octopus Ball, which had begun to gradually transform.

"Die, Sherlock!"

(PY's "Second Divine Kingdom" has a biological supporting character leading the protagonist, and the showdown between the nine-year compulsory education and the ninety-nine-year compulsory education looks like this.)

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