Dungeon Player

Moros sat on the steps in front of his house in despair. Although his film was completed, it was still some time before it was released. It mainly needed some packaging and promotion. The premiere address could not be careless. For the time being, he chose In a cinema under construction in the old town of Winterfell.

The cinema was built recently because Lord Sherlock planned to make money from the movies that players filmed for Moros.

But the movie is not useless at all. When Moros returned to his home with the completed movie and wanted to give it to his fiancée so that he could change his mind, he suddenly discovered that his wife had already passed away. I left home, and there was a divorce certificate at home.

Who knows, how did he get the divorce certificate when he was not at home?

Moros wanted to go to the relevant departments of the Merchant Alliance to inquire, but when he saw a letter left by his wife, he gave up the idea.

[I'm working as a mistress for the son of the owner of the magic stone mine. Don't disturb me, you poor man! 】

Ah...my lost love, my lost marriage...

Moros raised his head, his throat ached with bitter wine, tons, tons, tons, tons...

"Damn, this is really a big deal! Arthur has united with several other guilds. I heard that even several alliance guilds in Chang'an City have joined forces. Several major guilds have temporarily ceased war for this territorial mission. I’m going to the farm to defeat the Demon King Mammon!”

"It's amazing, but it's also true that a portal is so expensive, and Lao Xia has to charge extra. Without a joint effort, just going to the farm will be a problem."

"Isn't it? Demon King Mammon is definitely dead this time!"

As usual, these warriors in the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom were still saying terrifying words as if nothing had happened. Mammon, one of the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, was already dead in their mouths. If it were in the past, Moros would definitely say "cowhide" in his heart, and then act as if nothing happened. But now, an impulse ignited in Moros' heart, and he suddenly took out the wine bottle in his hand. Throw it away, then stand up and shout to the goblins not far away:

"Where is the farm you mentioned?! I want to go with you too!"

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Arthur's plan went very smoothly. Although there were many conflicts between guilds, they were conflicts in the game after all, and there was no real irreconcilable hatred in reality. At critical moments, everyone could unite together. , for example now.

If you want to complete the mission of this farm, help the farmer regain his farm, and obtain the first free guild territory, this is obviously something that cannot be accomplished by relying on a certain guild in a short time. The distance problem alone has already put everyone at risk. Stumped.

Joining forces to build a portal directly connected to the dungeon of the Eternal Kingdom is the best choice for everyone.

No one dares to say that they have no chance to complete this task.

After paying the fee for the portal and paying for the hard work of connecting the portal to Lord Sherlock, the players quickly organized dozens of people, bringing with them the installation master of the portal and those who strongly requested to follow them. Moros.

By the way, Moros is on leave. The process for requesting leave is as follows:

"Lord Sherlock! I have completed the divorce procedures."

"Are you divorced? Hmm, it's good. Ah, I mean, please don't be sad and think about the good things. You have more experience and can work well now, right?"

"Yes, Lord Sherlock, in order for me to serve you better, please allow me to follow your servants to the farm to fight against the Seven Demon King Mammon. Only in this way can I get a qualitative improvement!"

"Is this it? You are probably the one who is heartbroken, in pain, and desperate to die, right? If I force you to stay here, obviously you won't have the heart to work hard, so just follow them to the farm. By the way, be that person. NPC on the side."

"NPC?"

"You just need to send out some tasks, act and engage in plots, and just follow my instructions. It's not much different from the tasks you did before."

In this way, Moros successfully asked for leave, went to the farm, and then acted as Lord Sherlock's NPC there.

Wait, if you think about it carefully, it doesn’t seem like you’re on vacation?

However, Moros just changed his mind and did not take this matter to heart. Instead of worrying about whether to take a holiday or not, he should be more concerned about how to temper himself in danger!

Moros, who was swinging on the Beetlemon, thought so.

"Moros, are you divorced? Do you want me to help you assassinate your wife? No, it's your ex-wife."

"I'm really convinced. Lancelot and Duke Guinevere got married some time ago, and now Moros and his wife are divorced. This game has even updated the NPC divorce system, but no players are getting married?"

"It's possible to get married. Just go to Winterfell and find the Merchant Alliance to notarize it. You can also ask Lao Xia to preside over the wedding."

"Lao Xia is hosting the wedding? Don't tease me. I'm afraid the fee doesn't start at 10,000 magic stones."

"Lao Xia needs money for everything, except for charging us breathing fees."

"Shh, don't talk. If Lao Xia hears it, you will really be charged for breathing!"

The players were chattering on the Beetle Beast without any sense of tension before the battle, as if they were traveling instead of facing Mammon, one of the Seven Demon Kings.

But this is their characteristic. No matter how big things happen, they can remain so optimistic. This is the warrior of the eternal kingdom dungeon.

When will I be as brave as them?

Moros couldn't help but cast his gaze into the distance.

Everywhere you look, beetle beasts can be seen, queuing up to pass through the underground passage in front.

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The blond George sat in the prison with dull eyes. Outside the prison, a turtle was staring at them intently.

So far, the person who has come to guard them has changed from a black dragon to a black cat, to a parrot, and recently to this turtle, no, it's an old turtle.

As for the personalities of these four guards, the blond George already fully understood them.

Among them, the black dragon often plays with a glowing magic prop. It is foldable, lightweight, and makes a buzzing sound. Sometimes the sound is small and sometimes loud. The black dragon will get angry and beat the magic prop from time to time. Shout a few words:

"Hey, are you smart? Don't you know there is 98K over there targeting you?"

"Help me! Help me!"

"It's OT! It's OT! Damn it! T!"

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Damn! Heal with the evil pen!"

"Hide the skills! Hide the skills! Damn it! The output of the evil pen!"

Conversations like this. Of course, blond George couldn't understand these words. He only knew that the black dragon looked very angry.

As for the black cat and the parrot, these two guys have to be counted together. The black cat and the parrot often get together to chat, and they don’t know who is on duty.

The most serious one is this old turtle. As long as the old turtle is on duty, let alone trying to escape, even if he speaks a little louder, he will be glared fiercely by the old turtle.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, the blond George and the others did not have much strength to escape.

His originally handsome face had become dull after this period. Without sunlight for a long time, his original face turned pale, and the beard on his cheeks was also full of vicissitudes of life.

As for the health situation? I soaked in strange liquids every day, so I didn’t have to worry about hygiene. I just couldn’t take a shower after soaking, and every time I was soaked in liquids, I would be taken to a strange world. In that world, There are towering buildings, girls wearing miniskirts, and even schools where you can study every day. What a wonderful experience.

But when he was about to be admitted to a famous university, he was discovered to have outstanding e-sports talent, and he spent 20 hours out of the 24 hours a day training in e-sports. Not only that, as a substitute e-sports As a member of the team, he could only eat after the regular team members, not to mention eating their leftovers. During training, there were not even seats or chairs, so he had to stand for e-sports training.

This is not the most tragic thing. The most tragic thing is that in the most critical game, he lost the game for his own reasons. From then on, he endured endless violence on the platform called the Internet...

This is just an example. Every experience of being locked in that magic machine is different, but no matter what kind of experience it is, the result is the same, that is, after happiness, extreme tragedy, or simply A life of unbearable pain right from the start.

After being tortured continuously, when you open your eyes again, you will return to the eerie dungeon of the eternal kingdom.

Based on the knowledge that the blond George had learned, he vaguely guessed that such repeated behavior was probably extracting the magic power from his soul and gaining strength through strong emotional ups and downs, because only when the emotional fluctuations are the greatest, Only in this way can the magic power of the soul be extracted, but for the demons, they can also use violent hands to extract it directly, which will cause people to lose their lives.

But Sherlock didn't seem to use such cruel methods.

However, this is not a kindness to the blond George. The more times he enters magic props, the weaker the blond George's power becomes. Until now, he can't even feel the presence of magic in his body. .

Without his magic power, his strength will be greatly reduced. Whether he will be able to pick up weapons and go to the battlefield to kill enemies in the future is a question.

no! This can't go on like this!

The blond George's eyes became serious. He looked at the black cat and the old turtle who were taking over their shifts outside. The black cat stretched out its claws and scratched the old turtle's shell. With a playful expression on his face, he looked in front of him. During the scene, the blond George couldn't help but think of the word "office violence".

By the way, this word was also learned in a fantasy, and this vocabulary is related to a certain fantasy life he had.

The opportunity has come. This black cat guard has never been very serious. He just needs to open the prison door, knock out the black cat, and escape!

Planned to perfection.

After the blond George finalized the plan in a short time, he was ready to implement it.

But the prison door in front of him suddenly opened, and then the black cat stood at the door, shouting at him and the people behind him:

"Everyone, come out. You are no longer of use. You can go back to the ground now. Get in line."

Of course, the blond George couldn't understand. His eyes narrowed, his heart skipped a beat, and then he rushed towards the black cat Pineapple——

He shouted with a sad face:

"I just came out, don't drag me in, I don't want to play e-sports!"

(I recommend the novel "Mortal Blood Eternal". One of my readers found me. He wrote it, which has 100,000 words. After reading it, it was very good.)