This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Master Lu, we are leaving."

Hundreds of players bid farewell to Lu Fan, who was reading in the snow, and then said to Ferdinand III, who was looking constipated, "Let's go, let's go."

"Finally we can go to the new map, long live."

Ferdinand III looked at the hundreds of excited slimes who followed him, his mouth twitched.

He had known that the other party would not let him go so easily, but he didn't expect to send so many slimes to monitor him.

Although this group of slimes had swallowed a lot of tentacles and had at least three times the power of ordinary people, there was still a big gap compared with the self when they were psychically activated.

He said unceremoniously that if he wanted to, he could quickly kill all these human world slimes.

The other party should also be aware of this, so what is the purpose of letting these slimes track themselves?

Staring at Lu Fan who was reading the book leisurely, he asked aloud, "Master Lu, what are you planning?"

"I have my thoughts, you don't have to worry about it, you just do what you want." Lu Fan waved his hand, "Don't care about their life or death, it's better to say that they are dead."

Ferdinand III looked at Lu Fan seriously, but could not see anything except Shuai.

In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​trying to figure out Lu Fan and turned and walked towards his castle.

After they left, Lu Fan put down his book, looking at their back when they left, muttering to himself: "I can't say that I just sent them to death."

Since the players' strength has been improved by swallowing the tentacles, he has begun to consciously experiment with the skill [companion's last wish].

There are several restrictions on this skill. First of all, it must be a companion, including subordinates.

Then he must die before he can superimpose some attributes and skills on the brave Lu Fan.

After that, the degree of goodwill between each other will also affect the ratio of superimposition, and this degree of goodwill is two-sided, and the degree of goodwill between the two takes the lowest value.

As soon as he thought that in order to acquire attributes, he would have to like these slimes forcibly, Lu Fan felt that he had better forget it.

Stack up with the number.

Anyway, this group of slimes are uncomfortable, throwing them out and letting them do things on their own, trying to improve their level and attributes, and then die by themselves.

Even the event planning is saved.

To squeeze every bit of value of the workers clean, this is what the real Lu Fan, the big capitalist really wants to do.

As soon as he thought of fishing for income, Lu Fan finally recovered the feeling of being a salted fish in hell.

The salted fish with income is the real good salted fish.

Ferdinand III led the group of slimes, walking on the snow.

During these days living in the dungeon, he felt that he was less and less like himself.

His creed is "to protect humanity, demons and those who believe in demons must be expelled."

Because of this creed, he can send the fallen out without hesitation, regardless of whether they live or die, because he thinks it is correct.

But in the dungeon, the fallen ones he had contacted slowly changed his mind.

They are hardworking, they are brave, and they can treat their knights fairly.

And Lianna is the best little girl he has ever seen. If she is a nobleman and not a degenerate, then he will consider putting the other party into his nephew.

When he found that he could greet the fallen with a smile, dine with the fallen without a heart, and see the knights under his men interacting with the fallen without any thoughts, he found that he had fallen.

His own creed is being eroded, and the psychic energy produced by this is slowly declining.

What's more frightening is that he feels at ease because of this.

This must be the devil's trick!

Instead of slowly corrupting and degenerating in the dungeon, it is better to die when you are still a human.

Before he died, he wanted to make sure that there was no problem with the City of the North Wind, and told his heir, Dylan, the darkest secret buried deep in his heart.

The harassment of the slimes was just a catalyst, and his own degeneration was the fundamental reason that made him decide to leave here.

He will not breach the contract.

Because he has decided to finish the funeral affairs within this day's time, and then decide on his own, leaving the last dignity to himself.

He walked silently on the snow, stopping from time to time to remember the last image around him as his final farewell, but the players around him were noisier than he thought.

"There is a black spot over there, is it a monster! No, it's shit."

"That stone over there looks a little weird, is it a planned hiding place?"

"There is a grave over there. Let's dig the grave and robber the tomb and look through the coffin to see what's in the coffin, right?"

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"A ghost? Where is it, is it delicious?"

The noisy players disrupted Ferdinand III's tragic heart, making him feel like he was taking a group of bear kids on an outing.

But when he saw the guard at the gate of the castle, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

The withered guard leaned on the city gate, without any reaction to the group of people who came here, just staring blankly at the sky.

"The salary for two silver coins will arrive tomorrow, three copper plates of bread, violets are messing around on the honey bed, and their children fly into the sky with their wings on."

Unexplained sentences came out of his mouth, making Ferdinand III feel a strange breath.

Stepping forward, he patted the other person on the shoulder: "Are you okay?"

The left arm of the guard fell at the sound.

He was already thinning into a piece of skin inside, even a single tap would break.

Ferdinand III immediately drew out his sword, activated his own psionic energy, and then rushed towards the castle.

He ignored the slime who was catching up behind him. He directly smashed through the door of a hotel and saw the customers here.

Everyone sat on the spot in a daze, the food on the plate in front of them had long been rotten.

Their eyes were as rigid as guards. The once plump waitress sat weakly on the ground, and said mechanically when she heard the sound of the door breaking: "Welcome, two companions of sour beer."

"What's going on, what happened to the City of the North Wind?" Ferdinand III shouted in disbelief.

The players just ran behind behind, opened the video, and sent the video to the Q group.

After a while, the players stationed in the dungeon completed the communication with Alice and Gaia in the dungeon, and the information was fed back.

"This is a large-scale magical technique. The effect is to absorb the energy of the residents in the city and use it to supply it to the center. After so much energy is extracted, I don't know what kind of monster it will catalyze."

Regardless of how the slime knew about it~www.ltnovel.com~ Ferdinand III quickly yelled, "Where is the center?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask, um, judging from the brief map I got before, it should be the City Lord's Mansion."

Ferdinand III's face instantly paled.

The worst has happened.

The identity of Dylan's son of Taboo has been exposed.

He immediately rushed towards the city lord's mansion, but the ground in front of him collapsed, huge tentacles emerged from the ground and began to attack all the moving objects around him indiscriminately.

Several slimes couldn't dodge, and were directly penetrated by the tentacles, and they were reborn.

On the throne formed by the tentacles, the black dagger sat high, next to his two subordinates.

"Surprise party! My dear Ferdinand III, do you like my arrangement?" the condescending black dagger asked with a smile.