This Group of Players Are All Slimes

When Ferdinand III was fighting the slime, his nephew and confidant, Dylan was meditating.

"What are you waiting for, Lord Dylan?"

The black dagger sat on the oak table and played with the dagger in his hand: "Didn't I say that, your uncle has died in the dungeon, and he will not come back."

"I still can't believe it," the handsome star-like man said. "Uncle, he is a great knight. I can't believe that he will die in the dungeon."

"Didn't we have already told the truth about the matter. We were raided by his subordinates, and the group of slimes killed him in a despicable way."

Dylan stared at the black dagger in front of him, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, my uncle doesn't want to see us in danger, I won't send troops."

"It's really a desperate family relationship. I didn't expect the feelings between the nobles to be so indifferent, so that you don't even have the desire for revenge. Or, have you waited for this day for a long time? After all, he died, you can inherit the position of baron Now, let me congratulate you, Lord Ferdinand IV! Celebrate, rejoice, the new baron is born!"

"Get out, I won't send troops."

The black dagger made a cut, turned into a shadow and came to his room.

Facing his three subordinates, he pondered for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Prudent guy, forget it, let's play a conspiracy. Shapeshifter, use your blessing."

An assassin nodded.

His body began to twist and deform, and his body continued to curl up, eventually turning into a ball-like object.

Then, the color of his body surface began to change, eventually becoming something that looked like a slime.

"Well, come to live, take a sharp look, it still looks like a slime. Okay, go."

This group of "Slimes" silently jumped out of the window.

That night, several murders occurred in this castle.

The survivors said that they saw a black slime suddenly appear and left quickly after the assassination.

At the same time, unfavorable rumors about Dylan are spreading rapidly.

The murderer who conspired to kill the uncle...

The sinner who seeks to take the position of the city lord...

The greedy suspect...

The timid and incompetent knight...

Faced with these rumors, Dylan's first thing is to find the black dagger.

But these four people have long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only a note on the table: "We are going to find ourselves, no need to find us, love you~"

After shredding the note fiercely, Dylan finally understood why his uncle hated the Assassin League so much.

This group of mice who can only engage in conspiracy!

"It's good to be calm, maintain your own rhythm, and don't step into the rhythm of others."

Although comforting himself in this way, Dylan later realized that he was still too young.

He knew that this was a conspiracy of the Assassin Alliance, and he knew that it was time to step up vigilance and send people to quell the rumors, but his reputation was very different from that of Ferdinand III.

Although Ferdinand III was only a baron, the great knight who grew up in the army was the founder of the city of the north wind.

That year, he obtained a development order by virtue of his military exploits, obtained the qualification to build a city in the north, and led his loyal men to here, and established the city of the north wind.

Although he treated the fallen, he was as cold and ruthless as a cold wind, but to his subordinates, he was indeed an admired ruler.

Therefore, in the face of the rumors of the Assassin League, Ferdinand III may be able to suppress it at will, but Dylan was overwhelmed by these unfounded rumors.

On the third morning when the Assassin League disappeared, Dylan, who had only slept for a few hours, got up, and after a simple clean up, he went to check the city guard.

But the city guard, which should have been assembled long ago, did not show up at this time.

Quickly rushing into the room of the city guard, he found that dozens of soldiers had all left, and no one was there.

Looking at the empty room, he rushed up to the city wall angrily, and shouted at the guard on duty: "Where are the people from the city guard!"

"Go out." The veteran on duty chewed tobacco and said nonchalantly looking into the distance.

"When, who gave the order, why did no one notify me!"

"Don't yell, I'm your elder, I also taught you swordsmanship." The veteran spit out tobacco residue, "They are just going to avenge the old man."

"This is a conspiracy, I have said many times, they will die!"

"That's better than dying under a coward."

Dylan pulled out his sword angrily, trying to kill the soldier who disobeyed his order on the spot.

However, this veteran had a calm expression, chewing tobacco leaves silently, as if he had expected this ending a long time ago.

Turning his head, he found that the other soldiers had surrounded him for some time, and the expression on his face was even colder than the ice and snow in the north.

Looking at these eyes, Dylan knew that he was hopeless.

The rumors have penetrated into the hearts of the people, and in their hearts, they have become a despicable man who seeks power at the expense of killing his uncle.

Withdrawing his saber, he lowered his head and walked away. The soldier in front of him silently gave him a passage, and his cold eyes accompanied him all the way like wind and snow.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Twenty or so soldiers with knightly level burned their psychic energy silently, and walked towards Lu Fan's dungeon.

After crossing the film of law, they relied on their psychic energy to resist the erosion of the law of hell, silently following the content of the previous training, all the way forward.

They are desperate.

They have no complaints or regrets.

Instead of living under the **** who killed their uncle, they would rather die by their leader's side.

What they didn't know was that when they stepped into the dungeon, a mushroom recorded their whereabouts and fed it back to the meeting room.

"Finally here. There was no quick counterattack, but three days later. It should be a troop that was persuaded by the Assassin Alliance, or a small troop that acted without authorization." In the conference room, he took off his clothes and ate the dried lamb, watching. The image said, "The stars are so cute, please take a look at the other person's current thoughts."

"Okay. Turn on the console!"

After level ten, the special skill that Qun Xing Meng newly acquired is called [Console].

Although the name sounds a bit powerful, it actually only has one function, that is, to consume half of the mana. If you see the current thoughts of any living creature within a period of time, the duration and success rate will be based on the ratio of your own four-dimensional and the opponent's four-dimensional. To decide.

The target of the thought will not feel any sense, but the premise is that the name or appearance of the target must be known. And the other party's thoughts are not directly displayed in the state of text, but displayed in the form of an icon.

The skill description says that there is a certain probability, but today they specially invited the big killer, Ou Huang.

Recently, Ouhuang’s online frequency is not very high, because she has recently found a job as a tutor, and she has to make up lessons for each other every day.

After all, she was essentially a poor student.

Although Extraordinary 4+1 has always said that I will give you the money if we take risks together, but the European Emperor only took it for a while and never wanted it again. He also said that the money was not at ease, and the money from his own labor was the most useful. People feel at ease.

With the assistance of Ouhuang ~www.ltnovel.com~Qunxing Mengxin immediately saw the other side's idea: the tombstone.

"The tombstone. The tombstone should symbolize death. The other party should have a heart-to-heart ambition, and 80% will fight to the end. Then there is no need to let people go back, just capture them all alive." He took off his clothes and interpreted the other party's thoughts and immediately gave the order. .

"Roger that!"

The ambushing player immediately rushed out and started a head-on confrontation with this unit.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong for the time being, Ou Huang said: "I'm offline, and I will go to make up lessons for the students in a while. Time is running out."

"I said, Ou Huang, you are so poor, just take Brother Feihua down." Qun Xing Mengxin said, gnawing on the dried lamb.

"Don't, don't, don't talk nonsense! I, I, I don't have that kind of relationship with Xiaofei! I don't have that idea!" Ou Huang's face was already burning, and he went offline quickly.

"The sour smell of love." Qun Xing Mengxin and undressed said unanimously.

A few minutes later, Feihua 4+1 jumped into the conference room: "Has the European Emperor gone, when did he leave?"

"It's been almost five minutes, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, counting the time, I can play for almost twenty-five minutes."

Extraordinary 41 sat down skillfully, took a piece of dried mutton from the side he took off his clothes, stuffed it into his body and slowly digested it.

He took off his clothes and glanced at Extraordinary 41, frowned and thought about it, and then asked, "How much does it cost to make up an hour?"

"One hundred and five, she doesn't want to drive too much."

After saying these words, Feihua 41 instantly solidified.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw two old men looking at him excitedly.