Dungeon Player

Because of Morgan's words, the atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly solidified, and the expression of Nicholas, who was sitting in the host position, suddenly changed. He looked at Morgan seriously:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Morgan, this joke is not funny. You are imitating the lines from the play "The King of Kung Fu", right?"

"No, in fact, before I came here, I had already applied to the Devil Committee to fight the city-to-city battle in the underground city of the Eternal Kingdom. Of course, I also used a little bit of personal connections during the process. I believe that soon, Lord Sherlock will You will receive a notification from the Demon Committee, and the battle will be officially authorized to proceed legally and compliantly. By the way, what I applied for is a death battle. After I win, I will take away all your wealth and all your children. People, I will not kill them, I will torture them and make them pay for what they have done.”

Morgan said fiercely.

"I don't understand very well, my people..." But Sherlock frowned, and he looked back at the players behind him who were unable to speak because of the pressure:

"What did they do to make you hate them so much? I remember we were fighting Samael. To some extent, we even saved your brother. Andrew should be your brother, right? According to my investigation, yes so."

"Andrew? It doesn't matter what happens to him. I'm talking about you, Sherlock. What I want is you!"

Morgan stood up, opened his hands, and shouted loudly.

The beastman pushing the cart suddenly let out a "Woo?!" sound, and immediately covered his face with his hands. The cloudy pupils exposed from between his fingers revealed shock, excitement and anticipation.

"You he……"

Goudan looked at Sherlock and then at Morgan, then lowered his head, nodded, and then said:

"I'm sorry, I will move my little nest today."

"In order to cause unnecessary misunderstandings, I need to clarify that you are here for the legacy of the great demon Luo Jilankaimi, right? One thing I have to tell you clearly is that even if I am killed, the great demon Luo Jilankaimi will be here." You can’t take away the legacy of Kirangkaimi.”

Sherlock followed and said:

"In addition, since you are betting everything on you to fight me to the death, even if the Devil Committee does not approve your application, I will agree to your request for a fight to the death. My people and I will The Eternal Kingdom dungeon is waiting for you to attack! By the way, can you tell me the specific number of your property in advance?"

"Wait a minute, Lord Sherlock is across from the Eternal Fire Dungeon! It's up to us in Winterfell to mediate this matter."

Nicholas said nervously, he was still trying to defuse the powder keg that was about to explode between Sherlock and Morgan, but it was obviously impossible to succeed.

"The one I will fight against you will not be the Eternal Fire Dungeon, but my own dungeon. I have purchased a nearby dungeon in advance, and I will use that dungeon to defeat your Eternal Kingdom Dungeon! "

Morgan stood up, took out two tickets, and placed them in front of Nicholas and Sherlock's table:

"This is my ticket for tomorrow's performance. I hope you two can come to support me. Goodbye. See you on the battlefield, Lord Sherlock."

Looking at Morgan's unceremonious departure, Nicholas showed an expression of disbelief:

"Morgan... really likes performing..."

He then remembered Sherlock, who had agreed to fight with Morgan, and he quickly said:

"Lord Sherlock, although I know that you and your people are very brave, but for such fearless casualties, you should appeal to the Demon Council. Other dungeon masters and upper-level demons will also agree with your appeal. This This kind of barbaric war should definitely be condemned!"

Nicholas said excitedly, but Sherlock obviously did not agree with his point of view. Sherlock waved his hand and said:

"Don't worry, Nicholas, our eternal kingdom dungeon will never refuse any challenge. Of course, I also hope that this matter will not involve you and Winterfell. You just need to watch."

"Lord Sherlock..."

Nicholas said worriedly, but Sherlock had already raised his hand:

"Don't try to persuade me. I can't refuse such a good thing if it comes to me. That's all. I'll go back and prepare for the war."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he led a group of players, Goudan and Xueba out of the living room, leaving Nicholas alone standing there with a confused look on his face.

Good thing?

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The news about the imminent war between Eternal Kingdom Dungeon and Morgan immediately aroused public opinion on the official forum.

You can see various titles on the forum:

[The Ogre version is not over yet, we haven’t even beaten the pineapple, so we are going to open a new version? 】

【City battle system is coming soon! Two dungeons are about to collide! 】

[Victor Pig, just watch with envy as we experience the new content crazily! 】

[Which player from the Victoria camp is this? I want to make a crazy complaint. Everyone, come with me to the customer service Black Dragon to complain! Line up! 】

[As a player from Victoria, I just want to say: How do I switch camps? 】

Among these many titles, one title was lost in the waves.

[I am A Fei, weapon proficiency level ten]

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A Fei was lying in the darkness, his breathing even and his body motionless.

The swordsman with a mustache stood in the darkness and looked at A Fei lying on the ground. There were countless questions in his heart that he could not understand.

Why is this guy named A Fei, who is obviously severely disabled, but able to have such a strong will? No matter how hard the training is, he can complete it. Even if he suffers multiple fractures in his body due to training, he doesn't feel anything. He even broke out of his body more than once, and the magic treatment alone had to be carried out more than ten times a day.

It feels like Ah Fei has no feelings at all, but this is impossible. In fact, during the battle with each other, Ah Fei obviously reacts to the damage of the weapon and other perceptions, and this is also The minimum requirement for a warrior is that if you don’t even know whether the weapon has hit you, how can you fight?

The hell-like training on earth made Ah Fei's skills improve by leaps and bounds. He was not afraid of death, pain or fatigue, and he could even smile every day. The swordsman master felt that his life had been in vain for these decades, and even felt a sense of fear for Ah Fei.

After a short training, the swordsmanship master has already seen the results. Ah Fei's combat skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Now he can even knock down the guard standing next to him with his bare hands. If this Ah Fei was given a weapon, the guard might be dead!

Of course, A Fei will definitely be seriously injured.

But none of this was important. What was important was that he saw the infinite possibilities in A Fei. In the future, he would most likely stand out and become famous all over the world, and he was his apprentice!

The mustache swordsman master quickly calmed down. If possible, he would like to wake up A Fei now and continue the class, but no one can force A Fei to do what he doesn't want to do, not even him. He can only wait. As he slowly woke up, it was almost time.

A Fei in front of him slowly sat up, just as the sword master predicted.

"Damn it, the Eternal Kingdom is so exciting and awesome. I really wish I could participate. When I finish this set of tasks, I will go and kill Arthur!"

Ah Fei muttered as he stood up, and the swordsman master was used to the strange soliloquies he often made. He threw a long sword that he had prepared in front of Ah Fei. The long sword has been sharpened.

"A Fei, you started to change the goal of training today. You have only one goal." The mustache swordsman master was trembling with uncontrollable excitement:

"Use all your methods to defeat me!"

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Free City of Victoria.

The busy camp has been built in a decent manner, with houses made of wood and stone arranged neatly along both sides of the roads.

Most players are a bit obsessive about construction. Coupled with the daily patrols of the three hamsters, it is a bit difficult for the players' buildings to violate regulations.

After more than a month of development in the camp of 5,000 people, most of the players have relied on their hard-working hands to use their own houses.

Unlike the Eternal Kingdom dungeon, which uses the ground to activate its tension, Victoria's players have more land that can be used. Now, basically everyone has a small house of tens of square meters, and it can be expanded in the future, and the Eternal Kingdom underground city Living in the city is not so relaxed, which is probably a benefit for Victoria players.

On the outskirts of the camp, Edward Scissorhands was lowering his body as low as possible, hiding in the woods, and nervously observing everything in front of him.

Edward Scissorhands has never been more worried about whether the forest will be cut down one day, not because of environmental protection, but because he is worried that there will be no trees to cover him.

He is not the only one who has such worries. In the field of vision, an elf without a green character on his head is scolding a group of players who are cutting down trees. It seems that those players have cut down trees beyond the original limit. Then he led the players to other logging areas.

But these are not the focus of Edward's observations. His focus is to record the map of Victoria!

In the past few months, Edward Scissorhands has not made the slightest move, taking it back from where it was deflated! This is his creed!

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