This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The sudden news made all players stunned.

　　 But what was more surprised than them was the crystals.

　　 After a moment of silence, a crystal tremblingly asked: "Why do you know the leader's name? What does it mean that she has become Alice?"

　　 "The process in the middle is quite complicated. I still need to verify if it is the same person. Did you get the royal family's assistance when you fled here?"

　　 "...Yes. The royal family has given us some help, otherwise we can't easily come to the dark hell."

"That's right. History may be covered up, but the truth will always exist. I infer some evidence from history textbooks. The evidence shows that the royal family is persecuting you and the one who attacked you is also the royal family. The royal family swallowed the Altrand. , But then she was rescued by our leader Mr. Lu. Well, it was a bit embarrassing to say, but she is now the other's daughter."

　　 The crystals were silent for a moment, and finally a crystal said: "...This news is too bizarre, we need evidence."

　　 "Simple, whoever brings the paper money, give me a paper money."

Spread the banknotes flat on the ground, and the professor sprinkled the crystals on the banknotes: "There are runes made by Alice on the banknotes. Each rune can reflect the character of the producer. I think you should be able to feel it. The breath of the other party."

　　 The crystals did not speak.

　　 The faint blue soul tentacles spread out from the crystal, and began to carefully read the anti-counterfeiting runes on the banknotes.

　　 The deeper they understand, the more they can feel the familiar style contained in it.

　　 This style of work brings the unique freedom and genius of leaders, and just one stroke makes them fascinating.

　　 And these banknotes are very new, indicating that they were made recently, which means that their leaders have indeed been active recently.

"……More."

"what?"

　　 "We want more! Yes, this is the style of a leader! For three thousand years, this familiar style still shines into my heart like moonlight. Please give me more, and I want to get closer to our leaders!"

　　 "It's easy to say." The professor showed a smile on his face, "Give us a part-time job. We will pay this kind of stuff as a reward. But before that, we need to prepare your body first. What kind of body do you like?"

　　 "Same as the current leader."

　　 "It's a bit troublesome, but we will try."

　　 turned his head, the professor looked at other players and asked, "Then what kind of body do you like?"

　　 "You can use it day and night."

　　 When the professor and his group embarked on the renovation project of the new coolie, they took off their clothes and were walking with the weak chicken man, 3l, on a ruin in the western part of the blood domain.

　　 The silent ruins were empty, and only the sound of three slimes bouncing in the clearing could be heard.

　　 After walking for a while, the weak chicken man stopped and said helplessly: "Brother Stripper, can you do something? My chickens said they want to watch the big news."

"How about you kill you in reality? I will split the evidence into hundreds of copies, and throw out one copy every year. Each copy has a logical relationship and can be reversed. It can make you last hot every year. Search, I promise to look better than the Spring Festival Gala."

　　 "Brother Stripper, are you kidding me? Look at me, are you kidding me!"

　　3l kicked a stone away boredly, and asked puzzledly: "Take off your clothes, what are we doing here?"

"Collect some clues. At present, those jailers must have some misjudgments about the strength of our slimes. This is the reason why I asked you to zoom in when you come up. On the whole, the strength of the jailers is higher than ours, the opening king. Frying is good for the opponent to be confused about our hand, which makes it easier to fish in troubled waters. But sooner or later the opponent will find out, or use the strongest combat power to find clues."

　　 "Then why let the other party know that we are looking for Master Lu?"

"Let the other party know that we are related, so that they will inevitably fear us, so that we can have more time to complete the prophetic poem. But that first seat feels weird to me. I'm sure I haven't seen him before, but he just gave I have a familiar feeling."

　　 "Then why are you here?"

　　 took off his clothes and pulled out a map, spread it out, and pointed to the location circled on the map and said: "The first one means that there has been a rebellion here, but Altria and I are in Alani's room..."

　　 "Wait a minute!" The weak chicken keenly discovered the bright spot, and immediately asked, "Why is it the half-cat room?"

　　 "Altolia said she didn't want to get up."

　　 "...Understood, go on."

　　 "Well, I discussed with Altoria for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that although the location of the rebellion is in the northwest, the base of the rebel army is actually nearby."

He drew a circle on the map, took off his clothes and continued to explain: "The magical ability of the blood domain is very poor, the portal is difficult to open, and all kinds of materials can only be transported by humans, which means that their range of activities cannot be too large. In addition, there needs to be supplies nearby, and there is a suitable location that can provide concealment. In the end, it can only be calculated in this vicinity."

　　 "Then are we here to serve them?"

　　 took off his clothes with a distressed expression: "No, we need a botched victory."

　　 "Bad victory?"

"Tactical victory, strategic defeat, this is my understanding of prophetic poems ~ www.readwn.com~ is the kind of victory that appears to have won, but actually failed. Moreover, we still need to take the other side Leading to Master Lu, this is what it means to support the enemy from the enemy's standpoint.

　　 "It sounds complicated."

　　 "In fact, this is also true. Frankly speaking, I don't have much confidence, I can only take one step. Damn, I always feel that my brain power can't keep up recently, and things are developing a bit too quickly."

　　 "You can't keep up, so let's not talk about it. Anyway, I'm a thug. You can let me do anything."

　　 "I like your honesty."

　　 "I like your wisdom too."

　　 "I prefer your passionate atmosphere." The weak chicken man watched the soaring popularity in the live broadcast room and said.

　　3l was about to give this coquettish **** some color, and suddenly felt something wrong.

　　 drew out the rust sword, he gently shook his weapon, and the sound of the sword spread outward like ripples in the water.

　　 Almost in an instant, not far away, a sound of swords rang at the same time, and it cooperated with his swords.

　　 A demon in a gray cloak, who seemed to blend in perfectly with his surroundings, stood up, holding a lightning rugged sword in front of 3L.

　　 Then, 3l lost.