"Exploded? Really exploded?"
The goblin with the green letters "Meikawa Kuzi" on his head poked his head out from behind the wall and looked at the elite skeleton soldier with a face of disbelief, whose bones were shattered by the bomb.
"Damn, there's something there. Didn't Gas notice that you were so awesome? How did you do it? Hidden props?"
[Burning Chest Hair] asked in surprise from the side, his green face turned red due to the firelight in front of him.
"What gas? Don't give me weird nicknames. My name is Sylvanas! Queen of Darkness!" Sylvanas said in a loud voice:
"I just told you about the tactics yesterday, but you didn't listen at all. Those are not hidden props, they were made by me myself!"
"Pull him down. You did it yourself. It was someone else's idea. If someone else did it for you, the most you can do is give him money and kill a few dire wolves."
Umekawa Kuko said from the side.
"I spent money to buy shit, okay? I also provide the raw materials!"
Sylvanas was very dissatisfied with Umekawa Kuko's daily disruptive behavior.
"Hurry up and finish it, then go out and talk slowly."
Arthur said something, interrupting a new round of quarrel between the two.
After hearing what Arthur said, everyone stopped talking. Several people were on full alert and walked towards the skeleton of the elite skeleton soldier that was still burning.
After all, there is still equipment to get.
Sylvanas was concentrating on holding the short bow, and the arrow was placed on the short bow.
The fire in front of me has become much smaller, because there is really nothing to burn.
The five people carefully entered the scene of the explosion. It must be said that the power of the explosion was quite impressive. A small hole was blown in the floor. The skeleton fell to the ground. The armor on the body was slightly damaged. The weapon was a chain hammer, which looked... Still in good condition.
Hoe He stretched out his hand to pick up the chain hammer. As soon as he touched it, he smelled the aroma of meat.
Hoe He was stunned for a moment and took his hand back. Half of his fingers were almost cooked.
"Um, that's the only bad thing about not feeling pain..."
Chuhe muttered to himself, but no one paid him any attention.
After You Hohe tested the authenticity of the physical laws of this "game" in advance, Arthur pulled out his dagger, and then picked out the equipment scattered on the ground with the sword. As for the breastplate worn on the skeleton, that We can only wait for him to cool down a bit before returning to collect them.
Other players also followed Arthur's example and began to use weapons to pick up equipment that might be scattered.
"How about the arrow I just made? Isn't it cool? I've already thought of the name, Explosive Arrow... Huh? This one didn't explode?" Sylvanas was talking, using the arrow on the short bow Ya, poked something in the fire nearby.
Umekawa Kuzi turned around and saw that the sword in his hand was so frightened that he dropped it to the ground. He had time to shout:
"Don't poke!"
"boom!"
The fire rose into the sky again.
[85945][65685]The two Lich graduates looked at the scene of fire in the crystal ball and looked at each other:
"Have we defeated the black-armored goblins? We have graduated?"
"Seems to be… "
———
Round columns are arranged in pairs, the floor is covered with tiles, and it is even clean enough to reflect the exquisite dome murals on the roof.
Behind rows of long tables in the spacious hall, a formally dressed employee sat, either a goblin, a beastman, a succubus or other underground creature.
On the background wall behind these employees, it says -
[Smile on your face, service in your heart—Winterfell Talent Market]
Under this huge background wall, Sherlock was sitting in front of a table with the words [Human Resource Consulting ⑨] written on it, holding a notebook in his hand and looking at it carefully.
Opposite Sherlock, there sat a werewolf with heavy dark circles under his eyes, wearing formal work clothes and a bow tie, sitting there hunched over with an expressionless face, not saying a word.
"Ugh... Are these the information of all the lichs who applied for jobs? Are there any official recommendations? Ones with better value for money? Ones with better service?"
Sherlock spread the book on the table and asked.
The werewolf in front of him looked at Sherlock's notebook spread out on the table with a numb expression, and then opened a page.
Above is the resume of a lich, with a skull mugshot in the upper left corner and the following:
", female, graduated from the Intermediate Lich Vocational and Technical College. She was known as the campus beauty during her time in school. She has first-class skills and excellent service. Her monthly salary is 500 magic stones. If you pay, you can see more benefits."
Sherlock looked at the big skull, then looked at the monthly salary, then registered the recruitment requirements, wrote the word "negotiable" in the salary column, stood up and left.
Sherlock did not continue to stay in Winterfell, but returned directly to the eternal kingdom dungeon.
When the players saw Sherlock returning to the dungeon, they swarmed around him again, chattering and clamoring for this service and that service.
Sherlock expressionlessly connected their broken legs, broken arms, and severed heads.
Soon the goblins dispersed chattering and went about their business.
Sherlock looked around. There was a fire burning in the blacksmith shop. Simba was hammering away at the equipment. Outside the blacksmith shop, three people were queuing up, waiting to strengthen their equipment. All of them looked solemn and silent. There were people beside them. Anyone who passed by and said something louder would be glared at by them.
There was also a wooden sign erected next to the blacksmith shop, which read in several Chinese characters:
[Take care of your equipment and don’t make any noise]
Over at the carpenter's house, Mufasa was stirring a large pot with a spoon.
There were also several players surrounding the door, knocking on their shields and shouting loudly:
"Hurry up, hurry up! I'm so hungry that I can hardly lift bricks!"
Compared to the quietness in the blacksmith shop, the players in the carpenter house seemed a bit unscrupulous.
"I-I know, I'll be fine soon!"
Compared to his tough cousin Simba, Mufasa appears to be much gentler.
At the training ground, although there are many players gathered there, there are not as many students in Moros as there used to be.
Those players teamed up with each other to trade and chat.
Because of the appearance of the dungeon [School of the Undead·Training Ground], the equipment of these players suddenly became richer. Although not many players successfully conquered it, every time they successfully conquered it, they brought more than a dozen of them. piece of equipment back.
Most of the equipment is much better than the standard equipment made of diamond, and the most rubbish ones are of green quality or above.
In addition to using these equipment to improve their own equipment, most players choose to sell the remaining equipment.
Sherlock didn't care whether they sold it or not. Anyway, they armed themselves and saved themselves a lot of equipment money. Why not
The construction of the dungeon has also been proceeding in an orderly manner in the past few days. According to the tasks released and Sherlock's plan, the players dug out several more spaces along both sides of the central avenue.
These spaces are the living areas and storage for miscellaneous equipment that Sherlock plans to prepare for players who will enter the dungeon in the future.
The dungeon cannot always be the first test, there will always be only these one hundred people, and Sherlock's ambition will certainly not stop here.
In fact, since Sherlock learned that the location of the ancient ruins had been roughly determined a few days ago, he had already been planning many things.
Including upgrading the core of the dungeon, recruiting more players from other worlds to build dungeons, and forming more powerful armed forces to realize your ideals.
Of course, the promotion in the different world is-[Game Second Test].
Although the trailer for [Game 2 Test] has not yet been released, Sherlock has already begun to conceive of the copy.
Back to more realistic things.
If he wanted to open up the entire living area just by relying on these 100 players, Sherlock didn't want to wait, nor was he willing to wait.
What we have to do now is to dig a few spaces so that players who will be summoned later can have a place to sleep and go offline.
As for the improvement and beautification of the living area, that can only be done after the staff is expanded and new players are summoned into the dungeon.
Sherlock looked at the players who were busy trading and setting up stalls in front of him, thought about it in his mind, and then returned to the core hall of the dungeon.
After letting Blue display the current area map of the dungeon on the core, Sherlock started planning again.
A new area was quickly planned on the map, next to the originally planned living area.
"Bru, let players give priority to exploring this area starting tomorrow."
"I understand, Lord Sherlock."
Just as Blue finished speaking to Sherlock, Sherlock heard a commotion outside.
"What? Arthur and the others were wiped out by the group?"
"Did the bladder bomb test succeed?"
Sherlock looked outside and saw five goblins walking out of the portal.
It's [Arthur] [Umekawa Kuko] [Sylvanas] [Hoe] and [Burning Chest Hair].
The other first-test players saw them and immediately gathered around them.
"I never dreamed that I could be ganked by my teammates in this way. I can't help it anymore. I will definitely post a message to blast you to death."
The surrounded [Umekawa Kuko] shouted at [Sylvanas], fell back, and went offline.
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