The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

It's not that I underestimated Xi Lan and felt that he was incapable, but Xi Lan sincerely didn't want to be friends with the apostle, and even revealed the feeling that working with the apostle is to seek skin with the tiger.

In fact, this kind of resistance comes from deep in his heart, or the hatred and fear of the apostle in his bones.

This is because when Xilan and the others first met the apostles, they were young people. Although the worldview was gradually taking shape, it was still not stable and mature enough.

But what matches their immature and stable personality is their strong strength standing on top of humanity...Well, even Xilan admits that this statement is suspicious, very exaggerated, but'strong'. The word is well-deserved, otherwise it would not be called the "Four Sword Saint".

The youthful fame brings not all flowers and air kisses, but also difficulties and premature deaths that may occur at any time.

Compared with the fallen geniuses, Xilan is very lucky, or... very lucky.

But for other adventurers of the same age who are quite strong and not well-known, he is unfortunate.

Not only did his friend’s girlfriend fall here, but also his friend was hit and frustrated. Even himself was seriously injured and nearly died.

Fortunately, the follow-up support troops came in time and the priest was also strong, which allowed the three severely wounded of the Four Sword Saints to get their lives back.

Oh? You ask who is not seriously injured?

The sword saint who was not seriously injured was naturally the most optimistic among the four sword saints, Buwanga who was called the blunt weapon master.

The reason why he was not seriously injured is said to be because he is the only one who is not controlled by Shilock's negative emotions.

I remember that in the consciousness space, I had personally experienced Shilock’s negative emotions, coldness, madness, irritability, anger, hatred... and so on. The negative emotions intertwined and formed a torrent, shaking the entire consciousness space. trembling.

If Di Ruiji didn't control it in time, maybe the entire consciousness space would completely collapse.

Oh, by the way, I remember who Buwanga is. He seems to be the leader of the Bantu tribe. His territory has been invaded and threatened by the ice dragon Skarsa. Later, he contacted a group of adventurers and called Skarsa. The crusade was crusade, but with the death of Skasa, another wave of disasters broke out-the blood in Skasa was an extremely cold, colorless torrent, like a river bursting its bank, rolling down, breaking through the mountains and breaking rocks all the way. Rush to the Bantu territory.

If it were not for the deputy chief to be calm and decisive and order the entire clan to evacuate from the Wannian Snow Mountain, the Bantu clan would have disappeared forever in the dust of history after this catastrophe.

It is said that today, the Bantu tribe has long disappeared in the dust of history, but it was not annihilation, but after the melee period began. Under the leadership of the new patriarch, the Bantu tribe participated in the melee among the heroes, conquered the city and established It belongs to the Bantu people's own city and country, and has a long-standing foothold.

However, the Bantu tribe is a small family after all, and the country they have established is only a middle-to-upper level. After several terrorist aggression and anti-aggression wars, they gradually fell apart, and finally the tribe fell apart and merged into different countries in batches. .

The fire of the race has been preserved, but the glory of the Bantu tribe no longer exists.

Today, even if historians follow the monuments and find descendants of the Bantu tribe, they may not know the truth about the family.

Closer to home.

After finding a good hotel, the Blue Witch continued to lay in a daze lazily on the bed. Tuo Tuo also slept in a temporary den. She seemed to have gone through a long journey, one person and one dog, but in fact, it was me who really drove. The blue witch is responsible for eating and watching the scenery, Tuotuo is responsible for sleeping in the back seat, and her saliva flows all over the floor.

Out of the hotel, walked to the street, while avoiding the fighting adventurer, while being alert for a possible sudden attack.

Fortunately, the adventurers in this town are different from those in the previous town. At least they didn’t kill the red-eye and lost their minds. They only attacked the hostile ones, bypassing the non-hostile ones, and even many groups of adventurers deliberately. The civilians were dispersed before the war, which is much better than the first town.

I also appreciate their actions very much. After all, the innocent people are the foundation to promote the progress of the town and the foundation to provide them with food and drink. As for their true enemy, they are the adventurers of other organizations.

An adventurer against an adventurer, even if he smashes his head with blood and corpses everywhere, he will only be regarded as the weak.

Adventurers are frantic towards ordinary people, especially innocent ordinary people, even if they kill only one.

After buying breakfast, I returned to the hotel, and there were fewer adventurers blocking me along the way.

I also had the honor to watch the melee all the way.

I have to say that this melee mode that does not affect civilians and passersby really makes me feel very novel.

After breakfast, I ran downstairs boringly, leaned on the counter, and chatted with the front desk.

The front desk is a young lady, about thirty years old, very talkative.

Since there were no other guests in the lobby, Miss Sister nibble on the melon seeds I brought while telling me: "This is the rule set by the above."

"Above?" I pointed to the top of my head, and wondered: "How up is it?"

The young lady looked around, lowered her voice and said: "An order from the city lord."

"Not an apostle."

I am a little disappointed.

But it makes sense.

The apostle, how can a god-like existence manage trivial matters in the world?

"Hey, those apostle masters don’t bother to take care of us civilians," the young lady said with disdain, and spit fiercely. ground.

"That's right." I nodded, threw a melon seed into my mouth, and hummed: "I feel the same way."

Afterwards, I lowered my voice again and said, "But our lord of the city is bold enough. The towns I passed by were messed up inside. Don't say the common people, children are at risk of being hacked, you Let’s talk about it, what can you do with a little kid like this? What is this not being frantic?"

As I spoke, I gestured with an angry expression on my face.

"Who said no?" The young lady snorted, and said, "Fortunately, I live here. If this is a change of town, I might not be so."

"Hey" sighed, feeling quite, shook my head, I looked melancholy: "I don't know this chaos, when is it a head."

"Wait." Miss sister dropped the skin of the melon seeds, took out a handful of melon seeds again, and chanted slowly: "Before, it seems that there have been many similar disturbances, each of which lasted a long time. It is said that the longest This has lasted for several years. Who knows how long this time can last? Just looking at the posture, it won’t take a year or a half."

As she spoke, she pointed to the door and whispered to me: "I have seen it, have I seen it, and another one is hacked to death, hissing, blood-scarred, really responsive."

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