This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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With the maids standing by on the ship, Martin, holding the sword of hatred, flexibly passed through the surrounding large numbers of slimes and walked towards the center of the island.

This small island is full of dark plants and weeds in strange shapes, but the slime on the island doesn't care about these.

They continue to eat on the island, continue to divide, continue to swallow each other, and after accumulating enough experience, they evolve and acquire special abilities.

Here, magic stones can be seen everywhere. These magic stones provide the slime who has accumulated enough experience with the power of evolution, and obvious traces of man-made can be seen.

Keep walking forward, Martin stepped on the screaming weeds, and finally came to a simple wooden house.

The owner of the wooden house is wearing a gray robe, and three pairs of compound eyes are staring at Martin who comes by like gems.

He was sitting on the big tree that had just been felled, his hands pressed on his epee, and the sound of swords rang from his epee.

"Hi, Martin, it's been a long time." The other party said with a smile, "What would you like to drink? How about slime syrup liquor?"

"Hall, it's been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect you to hide here. Okay, just the syrup bar."

Martin took out his handkerchief, spread it on a tree stump not far away, and sat there.

Hall added some firewood to the fire in front of him, then caught a golden slime and placed it in a container on the fire.

Not long after, the slime struggling in the boiling water began to melt, and the rich aroma of wine came from the container.

Separate some wine from the container with a wooden cup. Hall threw the wooden cup to Martin, and he directly held the container, protruding his tongue with teeth, and began to **** the liquid in the container.

Martin took a sip of wine quietly, and then asked: "Tell me, why do you want to participate in the royal family's plan to attack Eliza?"

"I attacked Eliza? By the way, I remembered, I did it. You know, I have been chasing power, but I had reached a bottleneck at the time. I can still gain experience, but I I can’t increase my level. I haven’t been able to get an answer to this question, so I contacted the royal family and hoped that they would explain it to me. They are willing to give me the answer to this question, provided that they help them obtain the container of Eliza."

"Because of this?"

"Because of this."

Hall smiled, his tone relaxed, not as if he was discussing a person's life or death, but about today's dinner.

Ignoring Martin’s anger, Hall continued: “After that incident, I got the answer to the question, and then left the Alsace leader, came here, and started my research. You know what, the nature of experience, In fact, it is the power of evolution. When we are killing, we are essentially plundering the other's power of evolution. After we have accumulated a certain amount of evolutionary power, we can evolve. This is the truth of level promotion."

"Different species can evolve different times, and the degree of improvement after evolution is also different. This is because the evolutionary trees of different species are different. I used the slime that mutates the fastest to conduct research, and finally got the result. "

Spreading out his hand, Hall looked at his fingers covered with black scales intoxicated, and slowly stretched and stretched: "Have you seen? My research results have appeared. I have found a way to break through my limits and developed Another set of evolutionary trees. Now I have broken through the boundaries of my race and came to a whole new field."

"A long time ago, my own level has reached level 25 and I am no longer improving. But after my research, I am now level 30. I remember Martin, you were stuck at level 26 a long time ago, right? Say, I am stronger than you now."

"What are you telling me about?" Martin asked, frowning.

"When you pick up the sword of hatred, only one of us will survive. I tell you this to ensure that even if I die, my research results can be passed on."

Pointing to the cabin behind him, he said to Martin: "All my research results are there. If you are interested, you can take it away."

After saying this, Hall began to **** the syrup wine in the container silently, and Martin also silently drank his drink.

They drank it almost at the same time.

After putting down the container, Martin took the lead to get up: "Sword Saint Martin, challenge you."

"Juggernaut Hall, accept your challenge."

The two sword saints put their hands up and looked at each other silently.

Sixty years ago, they were companions. They knew each other's swordsmanship, and when they competed, they would win each other.

In other words, they are not competing against their opponents 60 years ago, but the opponents who have grown up 60 years later.

Whose growth rate is greater, whoever is more advantageous.

Burning his hatred, Martin concentrated all his hatred at this moment and made his swordsmanship faster by restricting him.

Hall is different.

His swordsmanship is known for counterattacks. The restriction of swordsmanship greatly reduces his power when he first strikes the sword, but his power and accuracy in counterattacks will be stronger.

The slime crawled slowly beside the two demons.

A slime wandered around them unconsciously, slowly crawling towards the middle of the two at random, and finally came to the middle of each other.

When it stepped into the middle, Martin acted.

Hall's counterattack also followed.

The thunderous sound of swords rang out, and the flying sword lights carried through each other's consciousness, collided and shattered in front of the wooden house, and finally scattered into the afterglow.

In less than half a second, their fight was over.

Half of Martin's head was cut diagonally, and the contents of his head were unobstructed.

And Hall was cut in half from his abdomen, dying.

Only half of Hall looked at Martin and smiled helplessly: "Damn the two-headed ogre, only a little bit, I was the one who won. Sure enough, the power of hatred is really too powerful."

After taking a long breath, he looked at Martin and said, "Old friend, let's talk."

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about things that I haven't touched. Money, women, nasty stuff. Interesting, I gave my life to power. Before I die, I don't think about power."

Sitting still, Martin thought for a while and began to talk about a silly joke.

After listening to this joke, UU read www.uukahnshu. Com Hall laughed hard: "Interesting, I didn't expect you to tell such a nasty paragraph. Let's talk about your love story. I have always been curious about how you chased your wife."

"That story is a bit long."

"Then just talk about the key part."

Martin sorted out his thoughts and began to tell his love story.

He spoke very attentively, and Hall listened very seriously.

Not long after, Hall's six pairs of compound eyes slowly closed.

Before he lost consciousness completely, he said softly: "Goodbye, old friend. Also, I'm sorry."

"Goodbye," Martin said softly.

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