This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"It's me! Father!"

The prince shouted excitedly, crossed the Wolong mecha in front of him, and rushed towards the door.

Inside, he saw the frail king protected by layers of soldiers.

It was only a few days apart, but King Claude was obviously aging a lot.

His hair turned white, his face was tired, and the scars that were once ferocious hung listlessly on his face.

Wolong was not as excited as the prince, he just stood aside, aiming his weapon at all the soldiers to be alert.

The prince took off his exoskeleton armor, rushed to his father and half-kneeled in front of him.

"My father, I'm back."

Then, he saw his father raised his hand.

The shadow of childhood revived at this moment, making him subconsciously close his eyes and wait for the next slap.

Claude may be a good king, but he's not a very good father.

For his children, he now has only one way, and that is to beat, scold and punish.

Any grades of his children will be regarded as unqualified by him, and his expectations for his children will always be based on himself, which makes him a complete tyrant in the family.

But what surprised the prince was that Claude's hand fell gently, put it on his head kindly, and slowly rubbed it.

"You're back."

The weak voice fully revealed the exhaustion of the king at this time.

Holding the hand subconsciously, the prince realized that the king's hand was full of vicissitudes.

"Father, what the **** is going on? What about my other two brothers?"

Claude's hands stiffened.

He slowly withdrew his hand and said bitterly, "We were deceived, the two of them... have already sacrificed."

Huge anger swept over, causing the prince to clench his fists and shout, "Who is it!"

"Priests of the God of sacrifice."

With a long sigh, King Claude continued: "I should have known long ago that every gift of fate has its price. I came into contact with the **** of sacrifice very early and got a share from him. Gift."

"With this gift, I started to rise from a soldier, slowly became a centurion, became a general, and finally became the lord of a country."

"I met your mother, the woman I love the most."

"I have a strong army, and that is my most valiant weapon."

"I came here, to the country of the north, and obtained infinite treasures from the flame dungeon next to me."

"I thought I was the Lord of Destiny, but I'm just a tool for others."

"Tools?" the prince asked suspiciously.

"Yes, tools. The tools of the sacrificial **** to accomplish his goals. Before you came here, you have seen our people. They have been sacrificing their sanity and become fanatical followers of the sacrificial god. In the next step, they will have their tongues cut off and become substitutes for the priests of the sacrificial god. And all the power I got from the sacrificial **** is withdrawn, and now I am only a mortal."

Hearing these words, Wolong on the side secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Not our pot.

At this time, King Claude also turned his attention to Wolong on the side.

"Who is this…"

Without waiting for the prince's introduction, Wolong stepped out first and said loudly: "We are the founders of the world, the travelers of the future, the founders of peace, and the gravediggers of the gods."

Finding that King Kraut was still full of confusion, Wolong cut.

No culture is terrible.

It was the prince who took over the awkward atmosphere and said to Claude, "The dungeon of the God of Fire next to them belongs to them."

King Claude looked at the slime awkwardly: "Are you here to collect debts?"

"It's all rubbish, don't worry too much about it."

"Trash?"

Recalling the behavior of his soldiers when they retrieved things from near the fire dungeon, Cloud found that what the other party said was probably true.

After all, no one cares about throwing out their own good things carelessly.

Therefore, King Claude was even more embarrassed.

Stealing trash from other people's homes is not a just act.

"I apologize for my previous offense, and I'm sorry to tell you that we have sacrificed all those things to the **** of sacrifice."

"It's okay, it's okay, it was originally intended for him anyway."

King Claude looked at Wolong nervously: "So, you are the **** of sacrifice."

"Well... The reason for this is hard to explain. Anyway, we originally planned to use those things to disgust the **** of sacrifice. You are doing this a favor, so it should be evened out."

The old king couldn't understand what these slimes were doing.

However, his long career as a king made him feel that Wolong is not a liar.

On the contrary, there is a rare sincerity in the other party's words, which is difficult to see even in many human beings.

So King Crowe bowed his head respectfully and said apologetically: "In any case, I have to apologize for our theft. And I'm sorry, as you can see, we can't give you very good things in this situation. Reception."

"It's okay." Wolong said carelessly, "Anyway, we just came over with Snow to pick up a hidden mission. Now it seems that this hidden mission is almost completed."

"Snow?" King Claude repeated suspiciously.

"It's Slater." The prince reminded him in a low voice.

Hearing this name, King Claude's previously sealed memory began to slowly recover, and the figure of the youngest son only slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

"It's Slater. My dear, your curse has always been on me."

The colorful memory revived in his mind, and it also made him understand the intention of his wife.

Her mission was to help the **** of sacrifice to accomplish his goal, but she couldn't give up her love for her husband and children. Two contradictory emotions made her give up her life to complete the sacrifice.

It was a tragedy and a relief for her.

And exile and seal their memories of Slater, perhaps to prevent the **** of sacrifice from playing a game under the guise of their hands, or to let the **** of sacrifice see the good show of Slater's revenge in the future.

She was in this conflict, and anything was possible.

When he opened his eyes, he had already made his decision.

Looking at his son, he asked in a low voice, "If you were to choose between you and your brother to be king, who do you think it would be?"

If it was before, the prince would definitely choose himself without hesitation.

And he knew that if he chose so, his father would pass the throne to him too.

However, the existence of the God of Sacrifice made him understand that sometimes what he wants is not necessarily the best.

This position is not only power, but also means responsibility, and this responsibility cannot be assumed by him.

"Slater is more qualified than me." The prince said firmly, "I'm just a fool, and I don't have much outside power, but behind Slater are more powerful slimes. I have seen them Their power, their whimsy, their world-changing intellect. I believe that with their help, Slater will become a better king."

"Then are you willing to assist your brother?" King Clad continued to ask.

Complicated emotions appeared in the prince's heart. On the one hand, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was reluctant to leave the throne, and on the other hand, it was guilt that he still lingered on the throne.

He dared not imagine what his brother, Slater, had been like after he left the family.

I don't know how his heart was twisted because of his hatred for the family.

But he knew it was the best chance to make up for it.

So he bowed his head humbly: "I will."

"Very good." The old king smiled gratified.

He took off the ring on his left hand and gave it to his son.

"Take it, give it to Slater, and tell him for me, I apologise for everything I've done, I know nothing I can do to make up for the hurt I've done to you, but please accept this gift , this is the last gift of an old father."

Aware of the determination in his father's heart, the prince held the ring and said solemnly, "I will, father."