This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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"Is this the sacrifice this time? I feel curious."

The woman who walked in did not carry any weapons.

She wore tight-fitting tights, wrapped in the brown cloak used by rangers, and her hands were covered with bandages.

The most noticeable thing is her narrow ears, which shows that the other party is not a human, but an elf.

Looking at the three slimes in front of him, the elf said to a person dressed as a priest behind him: "Can I talk to them for a while?"

Although the opponent was wearing a thick robe, the three slimes could still feel the disgusting gaze cast by the priest.

"Five minutes, don't talk too much nonsense."

"Well, thanks a lot."

Sending the priest away, the elf sat cross-legged in front of the three slimes, then rubbed the QR code and asked, "You feel so good. What kind of species are you? I seem to have eaten it."

"I seem to have seen you." Senior player Wang Lang frowned and said, "Weird, I have a good memory. I should remember someone like you after seeing it once. But now it's very strange, I can't remember it anymore. ."

"Ah, that's my restriction. I don't know what this restriction is for, or which **** I signed the restriction with, but its effect is that it will make my memory worse, and it will also make my memory worse. The memory of the person I interacted with also became very poor."

Hearing the effect of this restriction, the professor on the side began to speculate about what the restriction was for.

They had obviously seen this elf, but they couldn't connect each other with a certain elf in their memory.

Players have seen fewer elves, one half-elf Neil, one half-elf Elizabeth, and one fairy...

Is there another elf?

As the professor thought deeply, he found that he had doubts about whether there was an elf, and the memory related to the other party was erased very quickly. This is probably the effect of the restriction that the other party has.

He quickly controlled his thoughts and stopped thinking, lest even the last question would disappear due to restrictions.

The elf continued to rub the body of the QR code and looked at the professor curiously: "You seem to know me before. Can you tell me what my name is?"

"I can't answer, we can't connect with your name." The professor gave a wry smile, "Make a deal, we have one question, how about this?"

"Will it be good for me? I have a good practice of torture."

"Our slimes don't eat this set."

The elves stared at the professor with clear eyes, and then nodded: "I can see that you demons are very strange, and torture should be useless. Okay, then I will come first. Do you know a guy named Golding? ?"

The three slimes looked at each other, and after a discussion in the offline group, the professor who led the questioning replied: "I know, I'm very familiar."

"Then he..."

"It's us. Why were we caught in?"

"You are sacrifices. What kind of person is Golding?"

"He is not human. Who are we going to be given to by the priest?"

"The **** of dreams, a **** newly born from the body of the demon **** of dawn."

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With the deepening of the exchange, they kept exchanging questions, and finally got the information that each other wanted.

Through the conversation, the players knew that they were caught by a group of crazy priests of the dream god. They wanted to use a bloody, cruel and inhuman way to priest the new **** in exchange for the favor of the dream god.

But the elf in front of him had forgotten his name due to constraints.

From the moment she had the memory, she was closely watched by these priests, and she didn't remember anything in her empty mind, but the strength of the eighth-level martial sage should not be underestimated.

In addition to the strength comparable to the knight instructor, the only thing she remembered was a special name, Golding.

"This name is amazing. Every time I read it in my heart, I always feel a warmth in my body. If I read it gently, I can feel that something is protecting me. Although I have forgotten everything, but I have never forgotten this name. I think the other party must know my past."

Looking at the shy elf, the professor whispered: "Golding has a hand. Even if he doesn't have any tools to commit crimes, he can make an elf fall down. Could this be his wife?"

"Doesn't the swordman have a wife? No, does Golding have a wife?"

"Hurry up and record this clue and send it directly to the small group. After that, we will review it through the group message, and maybe we can think of something."

Ji Fei Gou jumped to record the information, and the professor wanted to continue asking questions, but a priest appeared at the door.

"The time is up, don't talk to them for too long." The priest said disgustedly, "The **** of dreams likes sacrifices with full memory. Bring them here, it's time for sacrifice."

The elf shrugged regretfully.

"Thank you for helping me answer these questions. I am becoming more and more curious about Golding. Where can I find him?"

"You can find him at Roland Church."

"Thank you, I must go once if I have a chance. Now, I have to send you to the altar."

Grabbing the three slimes, the elf reluctantly took them out of the cell.

It doesn't matter if Wang Lang and the QR code have a face, it doesn't matter if they are dead now, they can be resurrected in less than a minute, and the big deal is to walk from the Flame God City again.

The professor looked around with excitement, wishing to take a DV to record everything around him.

This is a rare living sacrifice.

The gods he had come into contact with were all a bit gentle, and had never seen a **** living sacrifice scene. This happened to be a great opportunity to supplement his theological research.

Tied to the icy stone platform full of expectation, the professor watched the priest holding the sacrificial dagger approaching and closed his study intoxicated.

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The priest looked at this flushed and twisted slime speechlessly, and began to think about whether such a sacrifice would be rejected.

In the end, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, forcefully inserted the dagger into the professor's body.

In the sputtering green body fluid, the professor found that there seemed to be a white light before his eyes.

With the supreme will, this white light unscrupulously wanted to invade the professor's thinking, but it stopped immediately.

In the supremely blank, supremely silent environment, the professor could feel that something was observing and examining himself, and finally asked a very strange question.

"You are also a god? How is this possible!"

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