Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

Still holding a lovely ball of blue slime in his hand.

That seems to be the earliest individual of Momo's slime clan. All existing offspring are split and multiplied by her, which is of great significance.

With the increasingly abundant nourishment, Richard could feel that the size of Momo's group had expanded to an incredible level.

At least in the entire underground city, including the nine-story maze outside the city and even the wider area, Momo's children are everywhere.

The all-pervasive slimes have even become a major feature of the astral dungeon, and they have naturally and harmlessly integrated into the lives of the dungeon residents.

This is undoubtedly a good thing for Richard and the underground city.

After all, Momo's race is astral slime. The mutant slimes of this group will unconsciously absorb the astral magic and the primitive magic of violence that spill out from countless space cracks in the underground.

These two kinds of magic are often special. They cannot be completely controlled by the magic network. Occasionally, due to some magic tides, natural disasters similar to tsunamis will occur, endangering the lives of mage apprentices and newborns, and even destroying the magic of various races. architecture.

After having Momo's child body, the astral magic and original magic power were gradually absorbed by her ubiquitous child body and contained in the slime's gelatinous body.

Momo is Richard's bound summon, and Richard can directly sense these sub-bodies full of astral magic.

When needed, Richard can even directly call on the sufficient astral magic power to fill himself, and most of the power sources of the astral dungeon also come from astral magic power.

For Richard and Dungeon, Momo's sub-body is like a battery that can continuously and automatically recover, which is very easy to use.

Moreover, these energy-accumulating sub-bodies also have the ability to enchant equipment.

As long as the forged weapon is inserted into the slime, the strange internal digestion and corrosion of Momo's body will gradually form scratches on the surface of the weapon that are equivalent to magical enchantment.

And because these energy-accumulating sub-bodies are filled with violent primitive magic and astral magic, they can incidentally enchant these notches.

Although the effect after enchantment is completely random, it is better than nothing.

Skilled craftsmen can also perform small-scale modifications based on the enchantment marks, which greatly saves the cost of forging enchanted weapons.

Moreover, one thousand ordinary weapons can occasionally give birth to an intermediate enchanted weapon, and if you are lucky, it can even be used as a more powerful enchanted weapon.

With Momo's existence, almost everyone in the dungeon can have an enchanted weapon or armor.

Moreover, the excess production capacity can be sold directly to caravans in Warm Winter City or other underground cities at low prices to obtain high rewards.

Slime, which has always been useless, has become an indispensable part of several pillar industries in the dungeon.

Momo nodded in greeting: "Mr. Richard, I'm glad you can return safely. Also, the proliferation of our tribe has been approaching the bottleneck recently. Didn't we agree to attack the drow city next door? Why haven't we started the war for so long? "

Well, another warmonger.

Richard corrected: "It's not an attack, it's a special military operation. It's a self-defense counterattack because the group of drow has seriously threatened the safety of the underground city!"

Momo said helplessly: "Who cares about these remarks."

Lilinu also said shockingly: "Yes, I hope that all living people in the world will die and then establish a kingdom of the undead."

Momo agreed: "Oh, when the time comes, the flesh on the corpse will belong to me, and the soul of the skeleton will belong to you."

Lilinu pulled Momo into the state immediately and said: "Momo, I recently found a good location, which is very suitable for causing natural disasters. Look at the map, here, and here, we can multiply indefinitely."

Momo analyzed it carefully: "It's really great. There are many people here, there are enough nutrients, and there are not many legends. It's really greedy. I'm already starting to get hungry."

The two mobile natural disasters began to discuss how to trigger a huge joint natural disaster in front of Richard without hesitation.

Fortunately, the two mothers, Lilinu and Momo, can coexist peacefully. They are always surprisingly compatible, one longs for the soul, and the other longs for the body.

The two complement each other and can completely cooperate with each other to set off an unstoppable natural disaster.

In the entire dungeon, only Momo, who is also a mother, can have a happy discussion about world destruction with Lilinu.

Richard was frightened when he heard this, and immediately pinched their faces to force them to stop.

"When I'm not here, you guys discuss this every day?"

"Richard, it's just a discussion. I didn't say it was going to be implemented. Don't pinch my face."

"Can't you even think about it? The management of the dungeon has become so strict that it controls thoughts. The city owner is really a dictatorial ruler."

Richard said helplessly: "Okay, you will be busy from now on. The Silver Moon Empire on the ground will soon start a chicken eating competition. You will be able to perform well by then."

After appeasing the two militants, Richard sadly discovered that the entire underground city seemed to have been running hundreds of miles on the road to starting the war.

But after all, struggle has been the unchanging background of the Ashe continent for thousands of years. This fertile continent will always be coveted by various beings and will never stop.

For the survival of one's own power, plunder and invasion are even more natural behaviors.

Momo turned around and said, "Oh, Miss Veroka, I brought you the ingredients for the "Breast Enlargement Witch Potion" you asked for."

Veroca glanced at Richard in panic and exclaimed: "Ah, Ms. Momo, you spoke too loudly!"

Momo didn't understand: "The desire to actively prepare for reproductive activities is an honorable act. What's not to say? Although you are not old yet, there is nothing wrong with preparing early, isn't it (＞o_o＜ *)~”

Veroka retorted: "No, I just want to grow taller!"

Momo completely ignored Veroka's shyness, and she even said seriously: "Compared to height, I think you should pay more attention to pelvic bone development. It seems that for you humans, pelvic bone size has a greater impact on the smoothness of childbirth."

"But Veroca, according to my physical examination of you, you probably won't grow taller or longer." Lilinu took over, "From now on, you will always have to look like this big lolita. "

Veroka suddenly felt that the world was full of malice towards her: "What, it's impossible, I don't believe it, you are lying to me. And senior sister, when did you check my body!"

Lilinu recalled: "I'm not lying to you. At your age, Clindina grew so big that Richard couldn't take his eyes away in just one year. You've already passed that period of development. "

Weiwei looked at Veroca, who was about to die, and could only comfort her: "It's okay, Veroca, the little one is very cute, and it's very comfortable to hold."

Richard also nodded repeatedly: "Indeed, I am the same."

Weiwei immediately warned: "Richard, in the Silver Moon Empire, pedophiles will be killed with muskets!"

Richard said calmly: "Really? Then I want the smallest bullet."

Chapter 249: Lift your head, Clindina!

Warm Winter City, inside Richard Manor.

Clintina woke up early from her sleep alone.

She didn't wash up, simply tied up her fiery red hair, walked barefoot to the third floor, and then pushed the door open and entered.

"Common Richard, wake up!"

There was no response. Clintina looked at the empty room, inevitably feeling a little disappointed.

It's been about a week and Richard hasn't come back yet.

It was as if he had completely forgotten himself.

Of course, this is not a big problem for the noble Miss Clintina. As the first heir of the Midden Territory, isn’t it true that a mere man can have as much as he wants?

He's just Richard...

Clindina patted her face, still inevitably a little depressed.

"Bastard Richard, he teleported me home and then disappeared. What a...bastard!"

She threw herself directly on Richard's bed, then closed her eyes and gently smelled the familiar magical smell.

I suddenly don’t want to practice sword practice today.

Clindina temporarily lost her fighting spirit.

After a while, Clindina realized that her behavior seemed inappropriate.

She gritted her teeth and punched the bed a few times as if to vent her dissatisfaction with Richard, and then rubbed herself on the bed for a while before getting up.

Fortunately no one saw this scene, otherwise he would have died.

Especially when Nunalia finds out, she will make fun of herself. That vicious stepmother has never been kind to her.

Although this trip to the orc territory made the tense relationship between Nunalia and Clintina slightly better, due to their pride, neither one was willing to be the first to give in.

Therefore, Clintina and Nunalia still have a relationship that hates each other, but there is less hostility, but bickering and ridicule are inevitable.

Clintina gently closed the door of Richard's room, sat in front of the dressing table, and looked at herself.

Yes, very beautiful.

When it comes to appearance, only Linda can rival Clindina.

This made the goddess of love, Suna, admire her face after reading it, which caused considerable trouble for Clintina.

Even if she made herself look as unreasonable and clumsy as possible, she could not stop the pursuit of those noble children.

Especially during the period in the empire's capital, Delran, there were countless harassers.

The purest An family bloodline slowly awakened in Clindina's body.

The bright red wavy hair looks like a blazing flame, and the majestic golden pupils symbolize the extremely noble bloodline.

If Clintina sat there quietly without speaking, then everyone would be in awe of her great sense of oppression, as if she was born with terror and oppression in her blood.

Only the An family's powerful bloodline could allow them to boldly seize the only warm and humid winter city in the icy and snowy northern border, and occupy it for a long time without anyone daring to move rashly.

The An family has stood like a monument in Northern Xinjiang for too long.

For the creatures in Northern Xinjiang, compared to the Silver Moon Royal Family far away in the horizon, the cold and silent An Jia was more fearful.

Due to the geographical environment, the residents of northern Xinjiang who grew up in the ice and snow are more stubborn and indifferent.

The high-intensity war that may come at any time oppresses the nerves of every northern Xinjiang person.

The harsh environment made all the people of Midden become soldiers, advocating strength and fire.

In the eyes of the leaders of Miden, Anjia represented strength and fire.

Each generation of Dukes who settled down were absolutely powerful men who could dominate the Northern Territory and frighten foreign enemies.

Fierceness and anger are deeply hidden in the hearts of every Anjia bloodline, and Clintina is no exception.

Clintina looked at herself in the mirror and sighed deeply.

As the next Duke An, the next protector of mankind in Northern Xinjiang, she seems a little too weak.

The bloodline was burning unwillingly, but Clindina's strength just couldn't make any progress.

The swordsmanship practice day and night is more like a cruel joke.

The Middenland nobles' doubts about themselves were a nightmare that could not dissipate over Clintina.

Maybe she really is not qualified to succeed Duke An, and Clindina knows this very well.

She took care of herself simply, letting her long hair fall freely like waves, and then took out paper and pen.

Clindina has always had a pen pal.