This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The world seventy-five years later, hell.

Here, ice and snow covered the surroundings, and the cold current from nowhere swept across the world, making the place extremely killing.

At the confluence of the two rivers, a former dungeon stood here, and its **** lord had fled here and went to the shelter of the eighth-tier royal family, leaving only an empty city that no one cares about.

But today, it ushered in a new group of guests.

A team of less than a thousand people stepped on Baixue and stepped into this dungeon with squeaks.

When they stepped into the dungeon, the blue magic circle lit up here, and the sudden change caused a small commotion among the crowd.

"Don't be nervous." Dylan raised his hand and shouted, "It's his own."

Three slimes jumped out of the room.

"It's okay, Dylan, we have cleaned this place, some hidden secret doors have been cleared, and the monsters lurking here have also been killed." After the chicken man finished speaking, he slapped loudly. A full hiccup.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.

He vomited a white mist in the palm of his hand, and then solemnly said: "Thank you, take off your clothes, 3l, weak chicken man."

"My family, you are welcome. Come in, I'll make something to eat."

In the dilapidated and leaky lord's hall, a big pot stood up.

The vigorous firewood burns under the pot, and the heat generated from this makes the soup in the pot boil, exuding an attractive meaty fragrance.

A large number of monsters were boiled here, and a lot of spices and salt were added to it, which made the people who came here with Dylan began to swallow their mouths.

However, they did not act, but looked at Dylan and asked humblely: "Master, can you let the children eat a little first?"

"Don't call me master," Dylan said, "we have no nobles and untouchables here."

"But we are the descendants of the fallen..."

"Your patron saint is still my uncle. Okay, you're welcome, everyone, hurry up and eat."

Adults still hesitate, but children do not have the sense of red tape.

These seven or eight-year-old children rushed over first, cheered and fetched the stone bowl, then scooped up the soup, and ate contentedly.

The fallen in **** eats almost everything.

Whether it is a monster or a dead demon, as long as it eats something that cannot die, it must be eaten to death.

In order to prevent these people from being too restrained, Dylan winked at the three players and went outside together.

Leaning on the wall, Dylan took out a flue-cured cigarette, covered the wind and snow with his left hand and prepared to light it, but after thinking about it, he put it back.

"Don't care about us." He took off his clothes and said.

"No, I am going to quit. Flue-cured tobacco is not good for my health. I want to fight for a few more years."

He took off his clothes and looked at each other appreciatively, and then asked: "Where did you find these people?"

"As you can see, they are all fallen. Some are survivors of the village being attacked by evil things, and some are driven out by superstitious villagers. It is really unreasonable. They are all human beings living in hell. It will be a matter of time before the law of **** is transformed into the fallen, but even so, the chain of contempt in the human world still exists here."

"It's okay, the children don't care." 3l pointed to the child who was eating meat inside.

"Yes, they are our hope. It took me a long time to gain their trust and invite them to come here to build the New North Wind City. It is not easy to gain their trust. Some humans will hunt down the fallen, Some cunning demons will make up as humans to lure them."

"It looks like you are really ready to do a big fight."

"Yeah. After sinking for so long, it's time to act. Okay, now that the city is also there, and the population is also there, what should I do next?"

"You are the lord, you have the final say."

Dylan glanced at taking off his clothes, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, then my first order is, please assist me with all my strength, Mr. Undress, Mr. 3l, Mr. Weak Chickenman."

"We agree. Tell me your plan first."

Dylan immediately took the warm map out of his arms, spread it out on the snow, and said to the three players: "The location here is very good. It is close to the confluence of two rivers, and it is still the mouth of the sea. It is very important for future trade. Very helpful. Although the ninth **** does not have too many demons, some **** lords still exist, and we can obtain a lot of useful things through trade."

"Moreover, the land here is fertile and suitable for growing crops. Next, I am going to ask the chipmunk, the Demon King, to help adjust the nearby climate. His supernatural power can do this. As long as it succeeds, then the food problem will follow. Don't worry about it."

"But the problem still exists. Two of the more important ones are the issue of evil things. At present, we have no particularly good solutions to evil things. Although I have asked Roland Church for help, Roland Church will send one or two at most. Church knights come to assist in the defense, they have more important tasks to do."

"The second question is population. The New North Wind City has two roles. One is to become a shelter here, fully sheltering nearby humans, and resist evil things. The second is to become a supply point for the Demon King. With these two goals as the starting point, we need a large population to mine nearby resources and find common methods to kill evil things. Moreover, the ordinary population is not enough. We also need some specialized talents."

He took off his clothes and nodded in agreement.

"These two problems are the two that bother me the most. My knowledge is temporarily unable to solve them. Do you have any good solutions?" Dylan asked expectantly.

And taking off his clothes did not disappoint him.

After a short period of thought, he took off his clothes and said, "The two issues have a priority. I personally think that the population issue is more prioritized. We will prepare some seeds that are quicker and less dangerous, and it should be possible to adapt to the modified climate quickly Mature, but you don’t need to think too much about the taste. The more food, the more population we can support."

Dylan nodded: "I agree, but how does the population come from?"

"At this time, you need to rely on the media for publicity."

"Media?"

"Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I just notified that I am really a DJ. He has received the support of his companions and has started to act."

When ordered to take off my clothes, I was really the DJ flying the Devil into the sky.

After repeated training, he has been able to master his psychic weapons proficiently, and has completely reached the realm of man and ship.

Through the Demon King, he recklessly felt the feeling of flying in the sky, and at the same time did not forget the order to take off his clothes.

Behind the Demon King, a large number of flour-like spores that came through the black box were spilled out by the Kates inside.

Most of these spores can't find a suitable environment for growth, but once they fall to the right place, a small ghost TV will unfold, and at the same time they begin to continuously receive signals from the signal source through the ghost spores in the air.

The radio wave that had disappeared for fifteen years reappeared.

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