Gamers of the Underworld

"This feeling... is the source of strength for the king of darkness! The original creation of the **** of all things..."

The dog's egg in the middle of the round table, looking at the erect from the dragon in the big hole, shouted.

Sherlock frowned, then asked a few players behind him:

"What do you mean?"

Losing the shackles of the Sherlock pressure, he said:

"The dog said that this dragon is his aunt."

“Why do you want to ask us questions in the summer? Are we joining the story?”

Asked on the side of the burning chest hair to ask Meichuan Coolzi.

"This game is completely interactive and interactive. It has been almost three months since I played. I am not surprised at all."

Meichuan Coolzi said very calmly.

Several goblins chat with a kobold, and naturally no one cares. After all, there is a living dragon in front of them.

The huge eyes slammed, then gradually moved away, and then it was a loud bang.

A wall of the entire assembly hall was cleaned from the left to the right by a dragon and a paw.

This time, everyone can thoroughly see the dragon outside the office.

A dragon covered with black scales, the light from the exposed head and upper limbs was visually observed, about a hundred meters long, the lizard's head, around the outline, covered with a circle of spines, Compared with the round and obese dog eggs, the dragon in front of me really interprets what is called scorpion and terror.

Outside the building, you can hear a scream of horror.

"Grass... really carving, it’s more than hanging the dragon of "The Right to Tour"..."

Sylvanas looked at the dragon in front of him.

"Don't mention "The Right to Tour" with me, and I will come to me."

Although Meichuan Coolzi is also looking at the dragon in front of him, and is still crazy screenshots, but the mouth is not slow.

"Speaking of "The Right to Tour", do you know the third season of "Western"?"

The burning chest hair also followed.

"Know, there is a source."

Arthur also said.

"what are you guys saying?"

Hehe also looked at the dragon and asked confusedly.

Four goblins and a kobold whispered in a whispering chat, while enjoying the plot without hesitation, and the dragon's realistic modeling.

All the people are waiting, the expression is serious, and even a lot of beasts, werewolves, and so on, the younger brothers brought by the demon lords, all show more or less fear of the dragon, but only the Sherlock The five subordinates who came here are not afraid at all.

Even if others don't pay attention, it's a bit difficult to tell the truth.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, Sherlock was still sitting on the chair and looked calm.

"First, I want to explain a bit." Sherlock put one leg on the other leg, crossed his hands on his knees, and then said:

"How do you prove that this black dragon cub is your child?"

"Hey."

"father!"

Seeing the intimate interaction between the big one and the two black dragons, Sherlock frowned:

"So, I have to show my attitude. I have not stolen your child. As I said before, your child has stolen my private vault. He is serving a life sentence in my place. This is his cover. The claw confesses the sin and repents."

Sherlock took out a piece of paper, and then the piece of paper drifted to the dragon outside the building under the influence of magic.

"Of course, I know that our rules have little binding effect on your dragons, but I think this kind of thing should be more like the opinions of the parties. Why don't we ask the black dragon cubs?"

The head of the dog's egg suddenly shrank back and threw up his own wings, shouting excitedly.

"Ah! The time is ripe! The evil dark son should return to the abyss..."

The dog’s words have not been finished yet, and the dragon outside has coughed up two scorpions and said loudly:

"What to say, you are a black dragon, a black dragon."

When the dog egg heard the words of the dragon outside, he stopped, and the dog egg meditated. The paw patted the dog head on the side of the dog:

“Can you say it again last time?”

"Ah?" Hehe was suddenly stunned by the dog's egg, but immediately reacted, and said with emotion:

"The Abyss Army is approaching, the horrible disaster is about to sweep the entire underground world, the dog's egg, the Lord of the Dark Flame, the eternal omnipotent dragon, the king of the Kobold, we need your strength! Please give me the power of the Kobold Let me serve you forever! Is that right?"

"I don't go, father." The dog's egg firmed his eyes and looked at the dragon in front of him.

"What nonsense! Just because these goblins are willing to be your slaves, are you going to stay in this place?" the dragon shouted angrily.

"Father! I have grown up! I should have my own life! Create your own legend! Let me stay here! I will never tell my mother!" The dog yelled and shouted, in the dog egg In the eyes, full of tears.

The dragon was silent, and looked at the dog's egg with a dignified look. His breathing was a little heavier, and his nostrils spewed a little hot breath. He said:

"If this is the case, then there is no way to do it. It is also okay to do the wrong thing. The next time you steal someone else's small treasury, don't you find it again. Do you know it safely? I will go out for a few years and come back to pick you up. Hey, the child is really no way, right, you just said, don’t tell mom, or you won’t let me out next time. Call it... Mr. Sherlock? Well, trouble you to take care of my children, Black Dragon崽 崽 eating is slow, you don’t want to remind, children are more afraid of loneliness, need someone to accompany you, you just spend 24 hours a day to accompany them. Then I am gone, baby is awkward.”

After the dragon finished, he thumped his wings, and the hurricane that was set up made the venue a mess, and many people could not even stand.

The figure of the dragon has gradually drifted away and will soon be invisible.

"Well, the matter of the Black Dragon Cub is solved, is there anything else?" Sherlock sat in the chair, pulled his own windbreaker, and blew the dust on his shoulder, so he asked.

"There is another little thing, the lords of the Lord!" The onion heads were held on the table with both hands, solemnly saying:

"Businessmen's alliance, I hope to temporarily hire the strength of you, we may face it, an unprecedented crisis!"

............

Thirty minutes later, in the main office of the Winter City.

"The urban master, why not let the eternal kingdom dungeons compensate us for the loss? The lord himself suggested that some humanitarian compensation can be properly carried out." The old orc, carrying a cup of flame mountain mud, placed it on the head of the onion. At the table, there is a burning bubble in the flame mountain mud.

"The son of the Grand Duke Alexander and I mentioned this Sherlock adult, although it is not very clear about the relationship between the Sherlock and Alexander, but this time as an opportunity to make a good relationship with the Sherlock Lord. The choice, the most important thing is..."

Onion head city owner, leaning on the chair, took a sip of the flame mountain mud in his hand, Shen Sheng:

"Most of the demons will be afraid of Longwei, but those goblins and kobolds have no fear at all. The lord is not easy."

The onion head squinted:

"The next step is a very difficult time for the Winter City. We will show it to him. He will help us in the future. After all, everything can be unknowingly traded."

"I understand, the Lord of the City."

The old orc said nod.

............

At the same time, in the Office of the Archaeological Panel of the Ancient Relics No. 85.

"Mr. Lockheed, you are late, the meeting is over."

The beast carried his own sleeping green tea, frowned, and looked at Sherlock in front of him.

"I know, I am just going to confirm one thing."

Sherlock walked alone to the beast's desk and saw a bunch of documents. He took one and asked:

“This is the report of today’s archaeological conference? So, is that true?”

The beast looked nodded seriously.

"I know."

With his documents, Sherlock walked out of the office, outside the office, waiting for his servants.

And on the file that Sherlock is holding, the black font says -

[No. 85 Archaeological Discovery Document of Ancient Relics: Whisper of Ancient God]

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