"Watch your step, watch your step."
A little stone man shouted so angrily, holding a huge box in his arms. The box contained magic props used to build the portal.
Originally, as a service staff, he should always maintain a service attitude of serving with a smile, but now, he is angry.
"Fuck! I know you people in the Eternal Kingdom are difficult to take care of, but I didn't expect you to be so difficult to take care of. You just tolerate sleeping on me, and you still come to search my bag in the middle of the night? I will definitely file a complaint against you when I get back!"
The little stone man walked past Moros. He seemed to dislike Moros, who was looking forward to a bright future, for being in the way. He shouted loudly:
"Get out of the way! Stay out of the way!"
Moros was startled and quickly stepped aside.
Those players didn't seem to be angry about the little stone man, even if this emotion was the result of the beetle beast harassing them day and night for the past two days.
Moros has been used to the harassment of players, but this is the first time for these little stone people to encounter difficult players, let alone two days and two nights together, eating, drinking, and sleeping on the beetle beast, so it must be Well, we could still have a good chat at the beginning, but the next day we were chatted to death, and after that, it was already a fight.
Fortunately, we only have two days to travel. If we had one more day, the portal would be ruined, and the stone men working on it might just turn around and leave.
Fortunately, there are no ifs.
The Stonemen had already started working. They placed boxes of portal materials on the temporarily opened construction site, and then started construction.
This is a remote area outside the underground neutral city of Venice. It is already an unclaimed territory. Because there is no dungeon core to mark the territory here, the number of wild monsters here is relatively large. For a neutral dungeon as a settlement, For ordinary residents of the underground world, it is not a suitable place to settle.
Of course, no one cares about players building portals here.
The location of the farm is not far ahead. Because the boundaries of the farm have been controlled by barriers, players cannot enter for the time being. They can only build a portal outside.
Moros began to count the equipment he had brought, intending to prepare for the next battle.
Dagger, shield, and a simple piece of armor, nightgown, toothpaste, toothbrush, rabbit tooth slippers, yellow-skinned duck... and his favorite cartoon tattoo sticker.
Moros raised his head and his eyes became determined. He was very well prepared and believed that he could die peacefully this time.
"Moros, how are we going to get in next?"
"Moros, what should I do if the people inside use a barrier to block the farm?"
"Moros, you're just talking!"
"Moros, your crotch is broken!"
"Moros, you ma..."
"Pay attention to civilized language!"
"What the hell, what do those two people from Chang'an City want to do? Do you want to sneak away?"
"We have agreed to go together to find out the information. Anyone who escapes will be killed without mercy!"
"aaaaah—"
…
Just like usual, hundreds of warriors from the Eternal Kingdom dungeon gathered together, and the result was such a noisy scene. The noise between you and me was annoying.
But this kind of upset can't last long.
Moros had already taken firm steps towards the barrier.
When the players saw Moros' actions, of course they followed him immediately. No one wanted to miss the exciting plot or possible adventure missions. In their opinion, there must be a reason for Moros to follow him here. It can't be true. As Moros said:
"I have no worries. I am here this time to seek the true meaning of life. You don't need to protect me. I will break through myself and complete nirvana."
No matter how you listen to this sentence, it sounds like you are here to die.
Moros carried his dagger, shield, and armor, and put them down towards where the barrier was. The barrier was not completely covered. A sentry was built at an entrance not far ahead, and there were personnel guarding it. , those are three slime monsters wearing yellow safety helmets.
Three ooze monsters were sitting together chatting, holding some small wriggling bugs in their hands. The bugs had numbers engraved on them. It was a very popular card game. Two cards were played each time. Through combination, the player with the larger number of bugs can eat the bugs released by other players until there is no more cards, and the game is over.
But judging from their situation, the game should have just begun.
"What's going on with that guy?"
One of the ooze monsters "stood" up. Because he had no legs, his movements were like a puddle of mud falling from a chair to the ground. Then he regrouped amidst the jelly-like sloshing and became roughly upright. Fortunately, the yellow safety helmet on his head was very firm from beginning to end and did not fall off.
Safety in production comes first!
"Hey, what are you doing? This is a private construction site. You can't come in. Leave now."
The second ooze monster also "stood up" immediately, and the third ooze monster protruded a short stick from its body as a weapon for self-defense, but compared to the large number of Moros, Here, these three ooze monsters are really not enough to see.
Next to the sentry booths of the three ooze monsters, you can see several vertical signs -
[Accidents show no mercy, the alarm bells must sound forever]
[The accident is two changes and one return: the wife remarries! The child changes his surname! The property belongs to someone else!]
[Who is a hero and who is a good man, compare in labor competition]
[There are thousands of roads, safety comes first]
…
I have to say, the slogan is still very well written.
However, Moros did not see these slogans. He was already planning to fight to the death with the evil forces occupying the farm. He walked in front of the ooze monsters, and then planned to raise the dagger in his hand. He was about to He yelled, but heard the noise behind him.
"Hurry up! It's right in front!"
"Are you from the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon?"
"This should be the farm you are talking about, right? Are you three the staff here?"
"Can you tell us that this barrier is really related to Lord Mammon, one of the seven demon kings?"
"As a demon king, why does Mammon deal with ordinary farmers in the underground world?"
"Is there any special ulterior benefit to the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon's rescue in times of crisis this time?"
"Can you answer our interview?"
A large group of reporters rushed to the scene on a beetle beast.
The three ooze monsters suddenly became a little panicked. They looked around, and then said:
"Wait a minute, I'll call our foreman!"