Start a Dungeon

"Before the first generation left, I left a video for you, Mr. Dokrama."

Lott finished speaking to the werewolf lord, and the suspended camera that had been waiting nearby quickly floated forward, a flash of light flashed in the cat's eyes, and a holographic image of a middle-aged man in a gold armor and red robe appeared in front of everyone.

That is the avatar of the first generation lord, Lott asked the goblin to go to the library to scan the first generation portrait.

Wendell stared at the image of the first lord blankly and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"When you saw this message, I had already left. Although I have nothing to tell you, I hope you can take care of my dungeon if you can."

The image disappeared, and the wolf king quietly looked at the camera floating there without moving.

Fiona looked at the loss of her father, and hurriedly pulled the phantom to rush to Lot's side, and then quietly asked, "Will he just lose his life goal like this and end in depression? I read the book. It’s all written like this."

Hey

The Wolf King was quiet there for a while, just when everyone thought he would really develop like the book says, he suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Hahahaha! Finally! Finally let me die. Now! You are a short-lived ghost as expected!"

The guards next to each other looked at each other, and finally one of them stepped forward and said: "My lord, the lord of the dungeon just left, he is not dead yet."

"He's dead in my heart!" Wendell glanced back, then turned to Lott and called out: "Boy, is this you calling the shots right now? Today is a day worth celebrating. Let's say you What do you want? I can satisfy you as much as I can."

Hearing this, Lott heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and the plan was successful!

So calmly said: "Mr. Doklama, if possible, I would like to introduce a group of werewolf families into the dungeon."

Werewolves can search for targets and distinguish between true and false through their breath. Now there are too many monsters in the dungeon, artificial intelligence can't distinguish, and none of Lot's subordinates has the ability to distinguish between true and false.

If the monsters with ghosts continue to get in, once certain monsters gather to a certain number, a sudden outbreak of trouble will inevitably lead to panic in the whole city, and then the scene of the people of Augris will be underground. The city is on stage, then it's all over.

Therefore, they must be completely culled when they first arrive here, and all dangers must be suppressed and budding, and the value of werewolves is indispensable.

"Ask my people to help?" Wendell squinted and smiled: "Is the arms deal?"

Arms trading, that is, when a lord fancy a monster from another house, it is like Lot fancy a werewolf. If he wants this monster to become a member of the dungeon, there are only two methods he can take: with the other party The lord negotiated to buy with energy, or exchange it with his own monster.

If the wolf king agrees, as long as a werewolf leaves the Dokrama forces and chooses to join the dungeon, then the technicians in the territory can transform the werewolf unit from their energy.

Then the werewolf who joined the dungeon broke away again and added back to their family group.

It is equivalent to copying.

All of these require the parties involved to come out of their own will, and they cannot use strong means to make the other party succumb.

The above is the normal way of increasing the types of monsters in the monster territory, so there are many other different types of monsters in the Great Cemetery, such as big hedgehogs.

but

There are also some monster territories that do not increase the types of monsters through trading, but produce new units like factories.

The dungeon is such one of the few self-produced monster territories-in this area, death knights, enchanters, and high-level goblins are all unique characteristic units of the dungeon, and many other lords have come to ask for it. , All were rejected by the first generation, after all, mastering the core technology is fundamental.

Of course, monsters like werewolves and vampires have long been rotten, but the first generation lords have a poor relationship with the wolf king, so the werewolves have not been introduced, but vampires have been introduced from the Great Cemetery, and the shadow assassin is.

It is worth mentioning that the Shadow Assassin is the family of the intelligence officer. This setting is to facilitate the intelligence officer to call at any time in an emergency, so as to avoid the delay of the fighter plane due to the upward application, and the energy expenditure will be relatively reduced.

Of course, even if the intelligence officer race of the next two generations were not vampires, the shadow assassins who were their dependents still existed as blood races.

"If I say I want your death knight to exchange it, you must not do it." Wendell looked at Lott and said slowly, "In this way, I won't deceive you. If you can come up with 500,000 points of energy, then I'll allow it, don't be too high, it used to start at 1 million."

Half a million points of energy is already a huge sum of money for the werewolf forest with only 1,0003,000 ordinary adventurers a day, and this dungeon is probably not enough.

"It's worth the cost of supplying a scarab. Vickers, give me 500,000 points of energy." Lott said casually.

"Huh?" Wendell, who was planning to watch the dungeon jokes, was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he had misheard, so he further said: "What I want is 500,000! Little devil! Not 50,000! Did you hear clearly?"

Just as the werewolf was yelling, a enchanter appeared beside Lott and respectfully handed him the energy block with purple light in his hand.

"Give it to Mr. Dokrama." Lotyan said with a start.

When Wendell got the ice-cold energy block in his hand, he quickly sensed and was shocked, and then hurriedly asked: "You don't have to be brave, kid."

"My output value here is about 34 million." Lot said slowly.

"One year?!" Wendell exclaimed.

"One day, uncle."

""

Watching Wendell show the expression of "Are you kidding me".

Lott stretched out his hand and swayed freely towards the brightly lit buildings around him, smiling and said: "My current passenger flow has reached 380,000, and there are 46,000 adventurers, and the permanent population includes 100,000 people including adventurers. ."

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"If you have time, stay and have a look, uncle, maybe it will help you."

""

Wendell's face became darker and darker as he listened. He didn't know what he thought at the time, but after living here for a few days, he often said: "I'm old and old, and I can't keep up with the times."

Lott is not worried that other monster lords will copy the economic model here, because there are two prerequisites for the dungeon to reach its current scale:

Goblin Technology Dream Orb

These two are not possessed by other monster lords. After all, the high-level goblins of the dungeon are not comparable to those who can only make bombs.

In addition, there are time workshops, economic concepts, monster projection installations, and so on.

In other words, Lot's ability to develop the dungeon to this level is entirely the accumulation of the wisdom and technology inheritance of the past lords.

And these are exactly what other monsters who don't have inherited concepts don't have.

Afterwards, Wendell said that he must learn the development experience here before going back, so he stayed stubbornly.

When Lott took the time to visit, he asked about the cause of the incident that year, why the first generation would suddenly cut all the high-level adventurers. Wendell seemed to know the reason, and said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe it was the first time. It’s too much to help people joke."

The first generation lord of the dungeon and the Minotaur were planning to operate a partnership before, and finally the plan fell through due to character reasons. Then the first generation discovered that the number of low-end adventurers was quite large, so the idea of ​​taking all low-level adventurers came into being.

At that time, he really wanted to let high-level adventurers go to other territories, and he himself only needed ordinary ones.

But no matter how many times in the ** party, everyone is laughing at ‘the old ghosts in the dungeon are so stupid that they are hopelessly stupid, and they only accept low-level adventurers. There is a lot of money. ’

Especially the Minotaur, everybody tells how clever he was at the beginning. Fortunately, he parted ways with the old ghost, otherwise he would be dragged down to death.

After a long time, the first generation lord who finally can't bear it is like an old man who was greatly stimulated at the annual meeting and ran to run for president.

In anger, he began to confront all high-level adventurers with swords and swords, and directly cut off the rations of neighbors around him, and then increased the richness of his own territory, which is to expand the scale of all classes, adding various monsters, flowers, and plants to it. Trees even have weather and terrain.

In order to keep the low-end adventurers, and then train them from the low-level to the high-level, after the people who laughed at him can't hold them all gone, he is really taking care of everything.

Everything went well for the next plan, and the result was as expected by the first generation. The neighbors disappeared, and he laughed till the end. Until the third generation of Shadow Demon Lord came to power, the dungeon was still very wealthy, and the decline was only the Shadow Demon. The ten years of the lord's reign was only a matter of time-the carpenter was really not suitable for being an emperor.

In any case, the story of the first generation lord tells us a truth, don't laugh at a high-level demon, let alone underestimate the wisdom of others, otherwise everyone will not be able to eat.

Saturday of the third week at 6:30 in the morning

Domain Hall

Lott glanced at the 20 million energy reading displayed on the energy display.

Then looking at the big screen in front, the werewolf troop detected the number of monsters lurking in the city

A total of 231!

Lott never dreamed that ~www.readwn.com~ When he kept focusing on the outside, the inside actually started to grow with mushrooms.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time now, and the werewolves' noses are also very sensitive. No matter how secret the mushrooms are, they can be picked out. This is quite gratifying.

"My lord, the marking has been completed. As long as you give an order, we will be able to eradicate it all at night!"

Both the goblins and the trolls can't wait to get rid of these invading ugly monsters. It feels as refreshing as pulling out the acne on the face.

"Yeah" Lott looked at the red dots on the full screen, and then took a few zooms and found that some of them seemed to live the same lives as ordinary people. Of course, most of the creatures had the same appearance as humans, like beast ears. , Witches and the like, as for the rest

"The ugly non-humans are all slaughtered. Others can be discussed, such as this." Lott looked at one of the people on the big screen wearing an ol professional attire, jogging while holding a file while making a phone call, looking very busy. Said the fourth-order witch.