Dungeon Player

After a period of rest, Zhuo Genbao logged into the game again.

But this time when he logged into the game, he felt something extraordinary.

He felt that someone had grabbed his belt. He panicked and didn't know what was pulling on his belt. But after he calmed down, he felt that his body seemed to be dragged by something. exist.

Is it a beast? What about my little flying dragon? It won't be eaten by wild beasts, right?

Zhu Genbao felt even more panicked.

"Sand sculpture! Sand sculpture!"

As if he noticed that Zhuo Genbao had become more conscious, the little flying dragon next to him suddenly shouted.

Hearing the cry of the little flying dragon, Zhu Genbao felt a little relieved. Fortunately, the little flying dragon was still there. What was that thing pulling him? Little flying dragon?

Zhu Genbao wasn't very clear. He wanted to wake up, but couldn't. Although he could hear the sound, his consciousness still couldn't control his body.

He felt his body being placed on a bed, and something sniffing him next to him, maybe it was the little flying dragon.

Just when Zhu Genbao was trying his best to sense the world around him, a strange liquid was suddenly poured in from his throat.

Jugenbao feels like drinking a large glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice without adding any water.

The unique and stimulating taste made Zhuo Genbao wake up a lot.

"Are you awake?"

The sound of someone speaking came to his ears.

Zhuo Genbao slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a huge wolf head.

A gray wolf opened its amber eyes and stared at Zhu Gen Bao.

Zhu Genbao was startled. He reflexively wanted to jump up, but his body had not recovered yet and he could not use any strength at all.

"Don't worry, this gray wolf won't do anything to you."

Just when Zhua Genbao was worried that he would be bitten to death, the man next to him said to him.

It was a hunter wearing animal skins. He was sitting on a chair in front of Zhuo Genbao's bed. Because of the huge gray wolf, Zhuo Genbao did not see him immediately.

The man looked about forty years old, with a full beard, a weathered face and deep eyes. He looked like a slovenly reclusive master.

At least judging from their appearance, guys who look like this in TV dramas are masters who hide their secrets.

"Where is this? Where is my little flying dragon?" But now is not the time to care about the appearance of the NPC. Zhuo Genbao immediately realized that his little flying dragon was gone. He had clearly heard the cry of the flying dragon just now.

"If you're looking for this guy, he's here."

The man pointed to the place behind him and looked over. There was an iron cage there, and in the cage was a naked little flying dragon without scales.

"Sand sculpture... sand sculpture... Nah! Nah!"

The little flying dragon seemed to see the look in Zhuo Genbao's eyes and immediately shouted loudly.

The first half of the sentence is shouted to Zhuogenbao, and the last few sentences are shouted to the hunter.

But the hunter didn't seem to care about Xiao Feilong swearing at him. He looked at Zhuogenbao and said:

"From where I found you, it was obvious that you had fallen off the cliff, and there were a lot of roasted crows next to you. If you don't mind, I'd like you to tell me what exactly happened. I feel sorry for you and your The little flying dragon is not interested, I just don’t want anyone to disturb my life.”

The hunter said so.

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A tall tower located in a bustling city.

A man with a white beard, wearing a magician's pointed hat and a cloak decorated with five-pointed stars, stood in front of a crystal ball and said with a very humble expression:

"Please believe me, Lord Magister, I have locked the position of the flying dragon, and I was just a little bit close to catching his child."

There was a gray mist in the crystal ball, and a chaotic and vague sound came from the clouds:

"I once trusted you, but you let me down so much. In my opinion, you are not just a little bit close, but a complete failure. A guy who doesn't know where he came from can disrupt our plan and steal Without our goal, you are no longer useful, and I will find someone to take over your job."

"Wait a minute, Lord Grand Mage, please believe me and give me another chance. I will definitely find the guy who took away the flying dragon. I will catch him and send him to you personally."

The magician said this in an unusually humble tone.

But the man in the crystal ball called the Magister doesn’t seem to believe him:

"I've given you enough chances."

The crystal ball dimmed.

"No! No! No! Listen to me, listen to me..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice seemed to be stuck all of a sudden. His body began to turn an unnatural black color, and began to rot from his fingers.

In almost ten seconds, his whole body turned into a pool of black blood.

There is only the wizard's pointed hat on the bloody water, as well as the magician's cloak, a set of keys, plasticine for children, diapers, a Superman brand chewing gum, [See you or leave Cafe] birthday coupons... and it still proves , there once was a person.

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"What, Zhuang Bao was taken away by the flying dragon?"

"What? The flying dragon is still building a nest near here and laying four eggs?"

"What? There was also a little flying dragon hatched from an egg, and Zhuo Genbao fell off the cliff with the little flying dragon?"

"What? Zhuan Genbao and Xiao Feilong were rescued by a hunter hiding in the forest. The hunter also brought two gray forest wolves with him?"

"What? Do you even have photos of the hunter, the small house where the hunter lives, the forest wolf and the layout of the room?"

Lancelot could no longer conceal his inner shock. Do these people completely regard themselves as fools?

"No, no, to be precise, it's not a picture but a drawing. The picture is on the forum, and then we draw it based on the picture, but it's almost the same. After all, there are a lot of people learning sketching."

Ou Chimai said this in front of Lancelot.

A player nearby quickly took out two pictures and handed them to Lancelot in front of him.

Lancelot took it and then held up the picture. One of the pictures was a scene of a room, with a small flying dragon in a cage in the middle.

The second picture shows a man with two huge forest wolves squatting beside him.

Obviously this is what the players just said, the hunter who captured the root treasure.

"Laslot, look and see if you recognize him? Can you tell Her Majesty the Queen and take us there for rescue?"

The leopard-headed Lingchong on the side said to Lancelot.

"Yes, yes, we want the little flying dragon too, please take us there quickly."

Although the people of Victoria in front of him looked expectantly, Lancelot could not help them because he did not know the person in the picture at all, and there was a question mark as to whether he really existed.

It seemed to Lancelot that Zhuogenbao had disappeared. How could he convey this information back so accurately?

But these people showed too many miracles, including two or three.

While Lancelot was looking at the picture, a passing town resident suddenly glanced at the picture in Lancelot's hand and said:

"I know this man. He is the captain of the kingdom's guard, but he was wanted two years ago. He was posted all over the street before. His paintings look very similar. Are you also looking for this fugitive?"

"What kingdom? Do you know where this guy is?"

When the players heard that someone knew the information, they immediately asked excitedly, but the person who recognized the hunter in the picture quickly shook his head:

"How do I know where he is? If I knew where he was, I would have gone to report and collect the bounty. As for the kingdom, you yourself are standing on the territory of the kingdom, led by the current King Tudou II. The Kingdom of God.”

What the person said, then walked away, seemingly no longer intending to communicate with the players.

"At least we gained something, right?"

Lancelot shrugged his shoulders and quickly put the pictures away:

"I know the valuable information you provided, and I will report it to Queen Liluo as soon as possible. As for the missing Zhuogenbao, he is not only your companion, but also my comrade. I will do everything possible to find him Yes, don’t worry.”

After Lancelot finished speaking, the players nodded in disappointment and left.

"Let me just say, this mission must be an adventure mission. It is impossible for us to find the mission location so casually."

"That's a flying dragon cub. You can catch it and keep it as a pet, or you can find it and raise it to be a mount or something. Just thinking about it makes me feel awesome. I also want to have this mission."

"Then let's find the whereabouts of the captain of the guard. He is now with Zhuogenbao. Doesn't finding him mean that we have found Zhuogenbao?"

"There are three dragon eggs over there. Maybe we can steal three eggs by climbing up the cliff."

"I agree, I agree, let's go."

The players left in high spirits.

Although Lancelot didn't know what happened, he still decided to tell Queen Victoria about the picture in his hand and what happened. The Queen would decide what to do.

As for the previous flying dragon, they will of course continue to look for it. After all, this is an order issued by Her Majesty the Queen, and as a knight, they must complete it.

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The Merchant Alliance's cooperative business party was held in a gorgeous manor.

As the largest neutral organization in the entire underground world, a merchant alliance formed purely for the purpose of making money, of course they have a wide variety of cooperative merchants all over the entire underground world.

Whether it is the dungeons established by noble demons or the small tribes living in the wilderness, they have established more or less cooperative relationships with the merchant alliance.

Of course, not every cooperative merchant has the opportunity to enter this dance scene. The merchants that can enter here must be very influential, have certain strength, and have a very close relationship with the merchant alliance. For example, Lord Sherlock, the lord of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon.

"Ah! Lord Sherlock, I finally see you! I have often heard of your name when I was at the headquarters, but I have never had the chance to see you. I am really honored to see you."

In front of Sherlock, there was a very fat goblin who took off his hat and said excitedly to Sherlock with a punk-style bald head.

"This is the official in charge of diplomacy at the Merchant Alliance Headquarters. Basically, all compensation and rewards given to you are handled by the diplomats at the Merchant Alliance Headquarters."

Nicholas stood next to Sherlock and said to Sherlock.

Sherlock was attending the party with Evelin at this time, and there was a black crow standing on his shoulder, and behind him was a black dragon dog egg dressed in a secretary style.

Nicholas, as his inviter, had been introducing Sherlock from the beginning. All relevant personnel at the scene, mainly officials from the Merchant Alliance and some other important raw material suppliers, would interact with Sherlock in the future. Related, after all, Sherlock wants to build a factory at the crossroads stronghold, these are indispensable.

Sherlock nodded to Nicholas, and then stretched out his hand towards the goblin in front of him:

"It's nice to meet you. I'm sorry that I caused you trouble due to various things before. I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future."

Evelin, who was standing next to Sherlock, looked nervously at the big shots around her. She had also worked in Winterfell and was considered a member of the Merchant Alliance, and these figures he only met with colleagues in the legend. I had only heard about it in our chat, but now I was standing in front of me alive. This feeling was really difficult to describe in words.

But if it were Master Sherlock, it would be understandable to do this, Evelin thought.

After a series of introductions, Nicholas took Sherlock to the cafeteria area nearby, and then said to Sherlock:

"Sir Sherlock, I will go to the Merchant Alliance Headquarters to report my work later. You can have something to eat here or stroll around. I am very much looking forward to the party dance between you and Miss Evelin."

"Nothing, just go and do your business."

Sherlock said with a smile to Nicholas, while Evelin beside him was already blushing, party dance? Never rehearsed.

Nicholas bowed politely to Sherlock and then left the ball.

Sherlock looked around casually, then reached out and picked up a fried black clod. There was a bean paste-like filling in the middle of the clod, which looked like a very delicious snack.

Sherlock casually picked up a snack and stuffed it into his mouth, followed by the second, third, and fourth...

Goudan quickly walked to the edge of a wooden barrel. The words "Bloody Chrysanthemum Tea" were written on the barrel. There were also disposable cups. However, Goudan did not take the disposable cup, but faced it. The water outlet of the wooden barrel opened its mouth, then turned on the faucet, and poured tons and tons of water.

"Sir Sherlock, tell us quickly, who is your real target? Is it the president of the so-called Merchant Alliance? Or some other person?" the parrot standing on Sherlock's shoulder asked with sharp eyes.

"Do you know something?"

Sherlock, who was eating snacks on the table, asked the parrot.

"Sure enough, I guessed it right. It is impossible for a great person like you, Lord Sherlock, to participate in such a boring dance. You are the man who pushed the phoenix to the ground and beat it! Sure enough, this is our first place to conquer the world. 1 step, right?”

Parrot suddenly said excitedly.

"Pineapple Dog Egg Phoenix."

While eating, Sherlock said to the people around him:

"Go find Alexander and tell me when you find him."

"Alexander? Is Sir Sherlock the same photo of the superior devil you showed us last time? To be honest, Sir Sherlock, if you allow me, I can kill him directly. That kind of sissy superior devil, I just need One blast of fire will do it.”

The parrot said on Sherlock's shoulder.

"I don't mind if you can do that."

After Sherlock finished speaking, the parrot spread its wings and quickly flew towards where the crowd gathered.

Goudan did not move, but continued to open his mouth, aiming at the wooden barrel filled with bloody chrysanthemum tea.

Despite this, his eyes looked around very flexibly, and he was obviously looking for the man named Alexander with his eyes.

Evelin knew about Alexander, but she really didn't have a very deep impression of Alexander. After all, she had only met him once or twice, when she was working in Winterfell. It had been so long now, how could she still remember it so clearly? .

But Evelin couldn't say it directly, after all, she was pretending to be Pineapple, the black cat.

Evelin quickly walked towards the edge and started looking for Alexander according to Sherlock's instructions, at least to make a show of it.

Not long after Evelin left, Blue said in Sherlock's mind:

"Lord Sherlock, why are you suddenly looking for Alexander? Have you had enough of that guy making little moves behind your back?"

"He seems to know a lot about Rocky Langkaimi. I'm just curious, so I want to ask him in person."

Sherlock said to Blue.

"If that's the case, you can definitely write to Alexander. After all, he is the heir to the Northern Principality, so it should be easy to find him."

"I have already tried every possible method. I even wanted to invite him to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon as a guest, but there was no reply."

Sherlock said to Blue while holding the snacks on the side.

"Is he so bold? He didn't even reply to your letter. If I were him, I would definitely apologize to you immediately."

It's better to say this with a tone filled with righteous indignation.

Sherlock ignored Blue's words and looked in the direction Evelin left:

"It seems Alexander is also on the move, let's go."

Sherlock patted the black dragon dog's eggs next to him and said this.

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