Gamers of the Underworld

"Sherlock Master! You can be there, it's so happy!"

The owner of the gladiator, who had a big belly, received the Sherlock in the office with enthusiasm.

"The game is about to begin. Sherlock’s plan to eat chicken is really great. Everyone’s expectations are very high. Today’s attendance rate is over 50%. I have already more than 100. I have not seen such a high attendance rate in the year."

"The old business philosophy of the past, of course, is not suitable for use in the new era." Sherlock sat in a chair and said with a smile.

"What you are saying!" The poison man took out a uranium stick, heated it and put it on his mouth, while making a sizzling voice, he said:

"Sherlock, let's see your gladiators play."

"Reassured, they are ready."

Sherlock nodded and said with confidence.

In the dimly rested room, the magic-driven ceiling fan turns on the top of a group of goblins, kobolds, and even the Goblins.

Each of these people has a green quirky symbol on their heads. Unlike the general gladiators of the waiting field, this group of people is not reciting lines or relaxing their bones to prepare for the next fight.

They got together and chatted wildly.

"Sell and sell hanging, gods hanging, through the wall, self-imaging, the whole picture can fly."

"****, sell Nimabi!"

"How are you swearing?"

"Who is selling who I am hanging."

"When you get together, ask for a wave of positives. Don't be embarrassed."

"I am the young lady luoli, can you stop killing me after waiting? I want to eat chicken."

"Lonima, I see you look like a goblin, and the voice is like a rough man."

"Great luck to eat chicken tonight."

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In addition to the voice of the speech, there are many people who stand up and down, stand up and repeat, and others jump around and climb up and down in the lounge.

Grasping the root treasure is not talking or chaos everywhere, all his armor, like everyone else, has been taken away.

Waiting for the game of the corner, is to randomly transfer all the people using the portal to a huge scene, the light walks a circle that is as big as an hour, all the players are not equipped, only wearing pants, in one Looking for weapons and equipment in an abandoned building or scene, at the same time, every 15 minutes, there will be a stunned magical gas in the big scene. What the players need to do is stick to the shrinking coma. At last.

The only remaining gladiator can eat roast chicken.

Players will be happy when they hear it. This is not the peace elite of the dungeon version!

How can this game be missed?

However, for the effect of the program, 100 people in one game can only play three games a day.

The reason why only three games can be opened is because of the requirements of Sherlock, I hope to control the number of people. The reason is of course the limited number of gladiators.

On the other hand, it is because the North Underground World Arena is just beginning to play this kind of fighting, just one month before and after the preparation time, the venue is also one, plus ready to clean, etc., three games a day is already the limit. .

If the conditions permit, the arena can't wait for 100 games a day!

Grab the treasure, good luck, and received a response soon after signing up.

It was also the failure of the group to open up the wasteland. They caught the root treasure and they didn’t even push half of the copy. The time went over. After a full day of pushing the copy, the guild members unanimously decided to take a day off and then open up the wasteland. Played it.

"Ah? Grab the root treasure?"

Just as the catching root was waiting for the beginning, a goblin came and shouted at him.

Grab the roots and look back, the head of the goblin reads the words "burning chest hair".

"Breast brother." Grab the roots and stand up very politely.

Geng Genbao and Arthur had a copy of them, but the chest hair that was burning at that time was not in the personal situation, and the grasping of the treasure was to replace his position.

The title of the chest brother was heard at the time, and on the forum, it is also called the burning chest.

"I didn't expect to go with you for a round. The last time I saw you playing with Arthur, the strength is quite good!"

The burning chest hair smiled and said with emotion.

"No, Arthur let me."

Grab the root treasure and shook his head and said.

The chest hair in front of the eyes, although not as famous as Arthur, but the comprehensive strength and the degree of local tyrants directly to Arthur, it is a pity that the last black knight contest, Sylvanas, who took the bow and arrow, shot directly to the remote, otherwise, maybe Can also be tied to catching the root or Arthur.

"He let you, you will be killed in a few minutes? Haha, I am not taunting you, you are very strong, just playing with Arthur last time, the equipment gap is too big." Burning chest hair followed:

"I am similar to Arthur's strength, wait for me to try."

"Amount, I don't necessarily live to see your chest brother."

Scratching the roots and screaming, the burning chest hair patted his shoulder and said:

"After living in the finals, can't you meet? Come on, I am still very optimistic about you!"

"All gladiators are ready to enter."

Outside the noisy lounge, a goblin holding a magic megaphone yelled at the players:

"Everyone is lined up. In total, it is a portal. Enter the number at the beginning of the number plate. The number at the beginning of the number of digits is 0. It is time to seize the time."

After the man shouted, the person seemed to think of something and shouted:

"Weapons and equipment are not allowed to be brought in. There is an inspector at the door of the portal, and the contraband is found to be disqualified!"

The players lined up one by one.

Grab roots naturally followed the team. His number plate was 66. He quickly found the No. 6 portal, and behind other players, he walked past the arch-like contraband conveyor.

The so-called contraband, that is, weapons and equipment.

It is useless to catch the root treasure through nature. Other players are unlikely to possess any weapons and equipment. After all, it makes no sense.

However, when he walked to the front of the transmission, he saw the player who was walking along the 8th door with him. The aunt was a little abnormally bulging, and the roots were stunned. What stuff, the place can also pinch. When people control the size?

The No. 8 door player also noticed the grasp of the root treasure. He smiled and smiled. The corner of his mouth rose forty-five degrees. With the expression "I am blooming in the killing, also like the flowers in the dawn.jpg", the mouth is silent. Speaking of:

"Don't panic, bladder bombs."

Lying in the trough, is the bladder bomb not a weapon?

Grab the roots of the treasure, and I can't think too much. He has already been promoted by np.

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