I created the world

"I bestow upon you the power of the underworld. You can appoint officers in the underworld. You can judge and judge dead souls. Before the god of death ascends to the throne, you will be in charge of the operation of the underworld."

Aiagos and the others understood Chen Luo's identity when they were possessed by the power of the underworld. They all knelt down respectfully, "I would like to obey the oracle."

"Everyone is responsible."

"Yes."

The wings behind the three of them fluttered at the same time, and they had already cut through the night sky, and flew to the judgment platform on the other side of the Styx River and sat down respectively.

At this time, a large number of ordinary dead souls entered the underworld, and they became confused. They didn't know where they were or what to do.

One by one, the dead souls stood here and looked around, looking up to the sky, there was only a dim sun.

The sky was gray, and they couldn't see through the layers of fog, which made them feel extremely small.

And when they looked forward, they saw the towering gate of the underworld, and the huge three-headed hellhound standing on the black steps, which made them instinctively feel a very dangerous atmosphere.

At this moment, a dead soul had just passed through the gate of the underworld. It seemed that he was frightened by the three hellhounds. He let out a scream, turned around and ran out in horror.

The six giant eyes of the hell three-headed dog showed a fierce light at the same time, and the head in the middle suddenly spit out a long tongue, and shot it out like lightning, engulfing the fleeing soul, and then quickly rewinded, killing the dead soul. Swallowed into the stomach.

"Death to those who retreat!"

The dead souls who saw this scene trembled in fright. At this moment, they fully understood that after entering the gate of the underworld to accept the trial, they still have a chance to enter reincarnation.

But if it is swallowed by the three hellhounds, it will really be dissipated, and the dead can't die anymore.

But many people were still frightened by this scene and began to mess around. The dead souls below were originally extremely huge, and these frightened ghosts immediately caused a large-scale commotion.

The hell three-headed dog roared at the same time with its three huge mouths, aiming at the chaotic place, it spewed out crimson flames.

All the dead souls touched by the flames wailed mournfully, and were quickly burned to nothing.

"Line up, the chaos will die!"

The roar of the hell three-headed dog is at the entrance of the underworld.

After seeing its horror, all the dead souls fell silent one by one. They quickly formed a neat team and began to enter the gate of the underworld in an orderly manner.

Even the voice of speaking is gone, lest the hell three-headed dog will say again, "The speaker dies."

Millions of dead souls neatly did not make the slightest sound, the situation looked very strange.

When a dead soul passes through the gate of the underworld and reaches the River Styx,

When they wanted to cross the River Styx on the ferryman Charon's boat, most of them were rejected and asked to swim across by themselves.

Only special dead souls are eligible to take the ferryman's underworld boat when they enter the underworld.

Otherwise, these millions of people can be transported by only one ferryman.

The dead souls have no choice at all. If they don't cross the Styx, they can't accept the trial, and they can't enter the reincarnation. They can only stay in the underworld forever, and eventually dissipate little by little, becoming a part of the underworld.

Ever since, countless dead souls jumped into the river Styx and began to swim vigorously to the judgment platform on the other side of the river.

But the Styx River seemed to be calm, but in fact the waves below were turbulent, and the dead souls who jumped into it could not swim very far before being washed away by the turbulent waves.

But the dead souls have no other choice, they can only jump into the Styx one after another, struggling in it, hoping to get a chance to go ashore.

Chapter 242 Goblin History Handbook

"Time to arrange trolls and goblins."

Chen Luo saw the underworld start to operate normally in the air, and nothing else happened, so he returned to the Western Fantasy World and appeared on a slightly barren plain.

In front, there are more than a dozen barren mountains in a row.

The reason why it is called barren is because there is almost no green vegetation here, and even if there is, it is sparse and looks very desolate.

The sound of tinkling iron tools digging for ore came from more than a dozen mountains. These sounds gathered together and echoed in the silent valley seemed extremely harsh.

Entering through the passage at the bottom of the mountain, you will find dizzying tunnels, caves and lava pipes scattered inside the mine in a network shape. The terrain inside is extremely complicated.

At this time, Chen Luo turned into a human image, and was slowly walking into the mine without being affected by the complicated terrain inside, and walked directly towards the destination.

What he came to find at this time was the Goblin's ancestor King Zhan, that is, the player who chose the ability to become the Hulk in the Marvel world, and then ran to fight Hulk on the streets of New York.

After re-entering the world of Western Fantasy, Wang Zhan still chose goblins, but after entering, he found that all the goblins had become slaves of trolls, and it had been hundreds of years.

Wang Zhan almost vomited blood out of breath. Seeing that the race he created had become a slave, he was in a good mood.

But he didn't have any good solutions. Apart from the number and clever mind, the goblins were completely crushed by the trolls in terms of physical fitness, and they didn't have any superpowers.

Although there are a large number of goblins, they have long been divided up by the major clans of trolls and scattered in different places. They dig mines, build houses and territories for them day and night.

This also made it impossible to gather all the goblins to fight against the trolls.

To make matters worse, the average life expectancy of goblins is only around 70 years old. After hundreds of years, the previous generations of goblins have died, so that all goblins have been slaves since birth.

This makes them even think that they are born slaves, born to work for the trolls.

Ideological slavery is far more terrifying than physical slavery.

The first step Wang Zhan came in was not to think about how to resist, but to change the thinking of the goblins first.

It may not be effective for ordinary people, but Wang Zhan has the title of ancestor and has a halo of charm. It took a few years to become the leader of 10,000+ goblins in this mine.

In the beginning, Wang Zhan made a lot of simple manuals about the history of goblins, bypassing the supervision of the troll overseer, and secretly circulated them in this place called Buya Mine like an underground worker.

Of course, this "Goblin History Handbook" has been beautified and distorted to a certain extent. The general idea is that goblins, trolls, and elves are all creatures created by gods. Goblins are loved by gods and endowed with wisdom higher than the other two races.

Just as their civilization was highly developed, they established the first kingdom of goblins, beat trolls and elves, and became the overlord of the Alvin continent at its peak. They were jointly attacked by evil trolls and cunning elves, and finally became slave.

I have to say that the educational effect of this brochure is very good.

In just a few years, Wang Zhan unified the thinking of goblins.

Then, he started the second step.

In addition to being clever and clever, goblins also have ingenuity and ingenuity in making tools, which is difficult for other races to match.

Wang Zhan brought in the design drawings of some mining tools in the real world, and the goblins didn't even need to explain, just relying on the rather sloppy design drawings he drew, they were able to understand the above things and imitate them.

Not only do they possess mechanical talents, but they also seem to be naturally interested in these delicate things.

Overjoyed, Wang Zhan immediately brought in the real gunpowder formula and some more lethal chemicals.

As expected, the goblins quickly learned and made them.