I Am the God of Games

Frotog is a commoner, 33 years old, who believes in Sosos, the god of herbs and poisons, and lives in the civilian area in the northeast of Crooks City. He is unmarried.

He works in the Sosos potion chain store not far away—this is a chain business run by the followers of Sosos, the god of herbs and poisons, and it is also the main source of income of the Sosos Church. It is very popular in many big cities. Common, mainly dealing in tobacco and potion materials.

Frotog had to work overtime every day until the twinkling stars appeared at night before he could go home.

Although the job he is engaged in is related to tobacco, he himself does not smoke, and he only tastes alcohol.

He will sleep when the stars are shining, and he will sleep for eight hours every day. He will drink a cup of hot ale before going to bed, and then pray for 20 minutes. Leave it for the next day.

Even the priests of the Temple of Life said he was normal.

Until the end of get off work today, Flotorg remained the same without any change.

——except that he has actually been mimicked by the swamp people.

A lonely person like him who looks quite normal but has no deep friendship with anyone in essence is the favorite bait of the swamp people: the danger of mimicry is low, and it is not easy to be discovered, even if it is low-intelligence Swamp people are also up to the task.

At this time, the swamp man Frotog was kneeling and praying in front of the statue of Sosos.

The swamp people are creatures without faith, and they cannot obtain the favor of the gods through prayers, but after they imitate humans, they will not only inherit their appearance, but also their memories and habits.

So even if its current prayer is completely useless, it will still perform this behavior according to its original habit.

At this time, there was a knocking sound on the door.

Flotorg frowned.

In his memory, this mimic of himself is an orphan with no relatives, and his friends are limited to a few colleagues in the potion chain store. This is the right time to come.

Having said that, it is impossible for Flotorg to be ignored in the future.

"who is it?"

He got up and went to the entrance, and opened the door cautiously.

Then he was shocked by the scene at the door.

At the door are three teenagers with strange postures. Two of them are relatively normal, but the one on the right has a strong build. At first glance, it looks like a bear wearing clothes.

At this time, the silver moon is rising, and because of the angle, it gives people the illusion that 'these three people are standing under the moon'.

"Excuse me!" The bear-like boy said loudly, "Master Qiao, here we come!"

"Don't be nervous, it's just a little investigation." On the left side of the three of them was a thin young man, who obviously looked as simple and honest as a rural boy, but for some reason, it gave people a slippery feeling.

"Are you a swamp man? You don't need to answer." The young man in the middle who looked like the leader of the trio, who was holding a torch or a wand, said kindly, "Let's see for ourselves."

But his words made Flotorg's scalp tingle.

"Huh? It seems that there is no need to confirm..."

Before the boy holding the flame wand could finish his meaningful words, Flotorg's arms soared, and he tore off the door panel in his hand, and threw it at the three of them, while it turned into a flying arrow. Look at the space on the left to escape, and just slam the door and leave!

The bear-like boy shouted loudly: "Yihun!"

A phantom figure in the shape of a human appeared beside him.

Phantom's double fists fired in succession, and Ola smashed the smashed door into pieces in a short while, turning it into sawdust all over the sky-this was much more difficult than knocking the wooden door into the air.

At this time, the swamp man Frotog had taken the opportunity to jump far away.

Some city guards who were ordered to ambush ran out from the alleys on both sides, trying to stop Frotog from escaping, but they obviously couldn't stop the swamp man whose basic attributes were much higher than ordinary humans.

Frotog was just a collision, and those city guards were smashed to pieces like bowling pins.

"Sir, that's an area that has already been inspected. If it escapes, it will have to be inspected again." A city guard who appeared from nowhere said to the three teenagers.

"Don't worry, it won't let it escape."

The slick-looking young man raised his hand, only to see that his gauntlet disintegrated quickly and assembled into a gleaming golden arm crossbow by itself.

"[Split Shooting]."

Immediately afterwards, the arm crossbow was automatically reloaded, and the aiming and shooting was done in one go. The whole process was smooth and smooth, and it took less than a second!

The moment the sound of shooting sounded, the head and feet of the swamp man who ran far away were directly blasted to pieces: this is an attack that can penetrate even dragon wings, and half of them would be gone if replaced by ordinary people. .

The surrounding city guards looked at the weapon in the boy's hand that had been disassembled and reassembled into gauntlets, and their faces showed envy similar to the envy of the second-year boy when he saw the Iron Man suit in the Iron Man movie for the first time—no matter how powerful it is, but How cool is this thing!

But the swamp man is not a human being after all, even though his head is gone and his feet are broken, he still prostrates on the ground and crawls very fast.

Up to now, the players don't know where the swamp man's weakness is, and they can only eliminate the opponent by killing all the health bars or killing the whole thing to the scum.

Although at its crawling speed, there is no way to escape to the area that has been inspected and hide again, but there is a ditch not far from the roadside - unlike Lancaster's perfect drainage system, Crooks is not There is no sewer that can accommodate people, and the drainage and flood discharge can only rely on ditches dug by the roadside.

These ditches are covered with stone slabs, and there is an opening at every other section. Because they are not cleaned regularly, the inside is a bit like a stinky ditch.

The body of the swamp man is a lump of mud. As long as he hides in it, it will be difficult to be dug out again.

'It's still close...as long as you can get there...'

Frotog, who had lost his head, kept crawling towards the ditch, and finally managed to crawl into it, curled up in the mud, blended with it and hid.

It was determined in its heart, and an emotion called complacency appeared in its not-so-intelligent head: 'Didn't expect it, damn human, this is my escape route! '

But the next moment, a picture that it couldn't believe came from the lump of mud that it deliberately left at the entrance.

The boy holding the flame wand raised his hand and summoned a black flame.

The flames quickly condensed into a giant black dragon with bright red eyes, and a mouthful of black flame bombs was sprayed directly into the ditch.

In the next instant, the ditches on the entire street were filled with black flames!

After a while, the flames faded, and there was not even a single Xiaoqiang left in the ditch, let alone swamp people.