I Am the God of Games

Nameless Town · Dungeon

Angela walked into this new building built for the mountain people's siege activities.

Unlike what he thought at the beginning, the dungeon was not dark and damp, but rather bright and dry. The walls were not dirt walls that could be dug out with a small rake, but concrete walls similar to other God of Games church buildings. It can even vaguely feel the blessing of divine power from the God of Games.

What is stationed in the dungeon is not a player, but a humanoid construct.

It's a pity that Angela didn't participate in the previous activities of attacking the true kingdom of elves, otherwise he would have discovered that although the appearance of the constructs in the dungeon was different from those in the true kingdom of elves, judging from the joints and other structures, , apparently using the same technique.

After all, there is no patent law in this world, and the abilities of the gods are so unreasonable. As long as they have a blueprint in their hands and study it a little bit seriously, the technology of the lower realm will not have any mystery in their eyes.

Of course, for most of the gods, there is no need to pay attention to the mundane technologies of the lower world. Only Xi Wei, whose soul comes from planting flowers, is so keen on copying other people's core technologies to make them cabbage...

Constructs will not be confused, and at the same time have a considerable degree of combat power, and the number is not small - some of the bricks moved by players outside have become these constructs, as long as the players do not stop moving bricks, these structures The total number of outfits is practically unlimited.

Angela glanced at the construct that was the jailer.

Unlike the mountain people who were imprisoned here, because of the convenience given by the system, the believers of the God of Games Church can know more information when they look at these existences.

For example, the names of these constructs are all called Humagia for some reason, and there is a line of small characters written at the end of the data attribute list, "Humagia has no heart, please don't say dreams to them to prevent program errors" .

Some players who came in because of curiosity saw this text and pointed at these constructs 'U咩U咩U咩', and then these constructs beat the player backhanded, like lifting a pig Lifted and thrown out of the dungeon...

Long story short, unless they stepped into the realm of legends and awakened their own miracles, otherwise the mountain folk wanting to escape from this dungeon is basically a dream.

As the lord of the small town, Angra naturally did not come to the dungeon for sightseeing.

Although the dungeon looks very clean and hygienic because of the complete sewer system and the tireless cleaning of the constructs, even so, it still cannot change the fact that this is a prison.

Except for some guys with special hobbies,

I'm afraid no one would like the atmosphere of a prison.

He came to the outside of the most special-looking cell, looking at the prisoners inside through a glass-like, but much stronger wall.

This should have been a somewhat serious meeting, after all, this prisoner was captured by the players, the highest-ranking 'mountain shaman' among the mountain people.

It's just that Angra is still young after all, even though he has experienced many storms (and the sand sculpture behavior of the players) making him far more mature than his peers, he is definitely not as calm as those old guys.

So he couldn't stop looking at the mountain shaman's lower body, which was bandaged around his crotch like an oversized diaper.

"If I were you, I wouldn't make such a rude move."

The mountain shaman glared at Angra with a gloomy face, and said contemptuously: "You people in the plains have always boasted that you are full of etiquette, and now it seems that it is nothing more than that. Oh, sorry I forgot, your etiquette is nothing more than that. It's just an expression of groveling and flattering those who are of high status."

"Etiquette is for people worthy of respect, even if it is just a commoner, if he has done a heroic act worthy of my respect, then I will treat him with courtesy, obviously you are not worthy of me."

Angela retorted without the slightest hesitation.

"You'd better pray to your god that I won't run out from here, otherwise..." The mountain shaman's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he didn't intend to hide it at all.

"Don't worry about it, this dungeon itself is a gift from the gods."

Angra spread her hands, watching the other party's expression change from stunned to enlightened and then full of despair after hearing the news, she felt a little dark and subtly refreshed.

"However, if you are willing to cooperate with us and disclose some information, it is not impossible to let you out."

he went on.

"You're dreaming! You bloody plains people are as despicable as woodrats. Do you think I'll believe you!"

The mountain shaman is still quite a character. After realizing that he could not escape from this dungeon, he still refused Angra's negotiation very stubbornly: "Don't be too complacent, we were just caught by you in a hurry. The sneak attack is successful, and when the other mountain people are killed, it will be the end of you #$虾蛇^\u0026#*skunk@#$%!"

There was a string of incomprehensible words in his words. According to Angela's understanding of the context, he should use some animals in the mountains to compare them to the "people of the plains", which is an uncommon way of swearing.

Angela wasn't angry because he didn't understand. He didn't intend to complete the system task he received so easily.

So he opened the task interface, looked at some of the notes on it, shivered insignificantly, and cleared his throat with a dry cough: "I didn't expect you to cooperate so easily, so I prepared some criminal laws..."

"Hahaha, you weak plain people are so stupid!" The mountain shaman laughed loudly: "We are mountain people who have survived in the mountains! Weak people have long died in hunting, wounds and wounds. We have long been accustomed to pain, even a whip dipped in salt water..."

"When did I say I was going to torture you?" Angela interrupted him impatiently: "I was going to pour you two bottles of love potions, and ask the dancers to dance for you outside, and wait until you get so hot." When you burn yourself, put another sow into the prison cell, record everything with the magic shadow stone, and then play it in a loop for everyone in this dungeon to taste after you wake up; after you recover a little bit of energy, repeat it again , of course out of humanitarian considerations, we will let a bitch come in the second time to give you a change..."

"Kill me! Immediately!" The mountain shaman, whose face suddenly turned pale, screamed and slammed into the wall.

But there are also suicide-preventing properties in these cells, so he is ejected like he hit a rubber, and bounces around the cell like he fell on a trampoline.

If you don't pay attention to the frightened and crazy expression of this mountain shaman, just looking at this scene, there is even a very happy atmosphere of a big child wearing a big diaper playing on a trampoline...