This Group of Players Are All Slimes

While Ferdinand III fought the slime, his nephew and confidant, Dylan, was brooding.

"What are you waiting for, Lord Dylan?"

Black Dagger sat on the oak table, playing with the dagger in his hand: "Didn't I say that your uncle died in the dungeon, and he won't come back."

"I still can't believe it." Said the handsome star-like man, "Uncle, he is a great knight. I can't believe that he died in the dungeon."

"Haven't we already told the truth of the matter. We were attacked by his subordinates, and the group of slimes killed him in a despicable way."

Dylan stared at the black dagger in front of him, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, uncle doesn't want to see us go into danger, I won't send troops."

"It's such a desperate family relationship. I didn't expect the relationship between the nobles to be so indifferent, so that you don't even have the desire for revenge. Or, have you waited for this day for a long time? After all, if he dies, you can inherit the position of baron Yes. Then let me congratulate you, Lord Ferdinand IV! Celebrate and rejoice, a new baron is born!"

"Get out, I won't send troops."

The black dagger slashed and came to his room as a shadow.

Facing his three subordinates, he pondered for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Prudent guy, forget it, let's play tricks. Shapeshifter, use your blessing."

One assassin nodded.

His body began to twist and deform, curling up continuously, and finally turned into a ball-like object.

Afterwards, the color of his body began to change, eventually becoming something that looked like a slime.

"Well, let's work together. At first glance, it still looks like a slime. Alright, let's go."

The group of "slimes" jumped out of the window in silence.

That night, several murders took place inside the castle.

The survivors all said that they saw a black slime appear suddenly, and left quickly after the assassination.

Meanwhile, unfavorable rumors about Dylan were spreading rapidly.

The murderer who conspired to kill his uncle...

The sinner who tried to take the position of the city lord...

Greedy suspects...

The cowardly and incompetent knight...

Faced with these rumors, the first thing Dylan did was to find Black Dagger.

But these four people disappeared without a trace, leaving only a note on the table: "We are looking for ourselves, don't look for us, love you~"

After tearing up the note fiercely, Dylan finally understood why his uncle hated the League of Assassins so much.

These rats who can only engage in conspiracy!

"Just be calm, maintain your own rhythm, and don't step into the rhythm of others."

Although he comforted himself in this way, Dylan realized later that he was still too young.

He knew that this was a conspiracy by the Assassin Alliance, and he also knew that he should strengthen his vigilance now, and at the same time send someone to quell the rumors, but his reputation was far from that of Ferdinand III.

Although Ferdinand III was only a baron, he was a great knight who grew up from the army and was the founder of the city of the north wind.

Back then, he obtained a development order by virtue of his military exploits, obtained the qualification to build a city in the north, and led his loyal subordinates here to establish the city of the North Wind.

Although he is as ruthless as the cold wind to the fallen, he is indeed an admired ruler to his subordinates.

Therefore, facing the rumors of the Assassin's Alliance, Ferdinand III could easily suppress them, but Dylan was devastated by these unfounded rumors.

On the morning of the third day after the League of Assassins disappeared, Dylan, who had only slept for a few hours, got up, washed up briefly, and went to check the city guard.

But the city guard, which should have been assembled long ago, did not show up at this time.

Quickly rushing into the room of the city guard, he found that dozens of soldiers had all left, and no one was there.

Looking at the empty room, he rushed up to the city wall angrily, and shouted at the sentry on duty: "Where are the city guards!"

"Going out." The veteran on duty said nonchalantly while looking into the distance while chewing tobacco.

"When, who gave the order, why no one informed me!"

"Don't yell, I'm your elder, and I taught you swordsmanship." The veteran spat out the tobacco residue, "They're just going to avenge the old man."

"It's a conspiracy, I've said it many times, they're going to die!"

"That's better than dying under a coward."

Dylan drew out his sword angrily, intending to kill the soldier who disobeyed his order on the spot.

However, the veteran looked indifferent and chewed the tobacco leaves silently, as if he had expected this ending long ago.

Turning his head, he found that other soldiers had surrounded him at some point, and the expressions on their faces were even colder than the ice and snow in the Northland.

Looking at these eyes, Dylan knew that there was no hope.

Rumors have penetrated into the hearts of the people. In their hearts, they have become a despicable villain who did not hesitate to kill his uncle in order to seek power.

Withdrawing his saber, he lowered his head and walked away. The soldier in front of him silently made way for him, and his cold eyes followed him all the way away like a snowstorm.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Twenty or so soldiers with the level of knights silently burned their spiritual energy and walked towards Lu Fan's dungeon.

After passing through the law membrane, they relied on spiritual energy to fight against the erosion of the law of hell, and silently followed the content of the previous training, moving forward along the way.

They have a will to die.

They have no regrets.

Instead of living under the bastard who killed their uncle, they would rather die by their leader's side.

What they didn't know was that when they stepped into the dungeon, a mushroom recorded their whereabouts and fed it back to the meeting room.

"It's finally here. It didn't counterattack quickly, but it took three days. It should be the troops persuaded by the Assassin Alliance, or the small troops who acted without authorization." In the conference room, he took off his clothes and gnawed at the dried mutton The image said, "The stars are new, please take a look at what the other party thinks now."

"Okay. Turn on the console!"

After the tenth level, Qunxingmeng will acquire a new special skill called [Console].

Although the name sounds a bit powerful, it actually only has one function, that is, to spend half of the magic value to see the current thoughts of any living creature within a period of time, and the duration and success rate will be based on the ratio of your own four-dimensional to the opponent's four-dimensional to decide.

The target of being seen thinking will not feel anything, but only if the target's name or appearance is known. And the other party's thoughts will not be displayed directly in the form of text, but in the form of an icon.

The skill description said there was a certain probability, but today they specially invited the big killer, Ouhuang.

Recently, Ouhuang's online frequency is not very high, because she recently found a job as a tutor, and she has to give the other party extra lessons every day.

After all, she is still a poor student at heart.

Although Extraordinary 4+1 has always said that I will give you money if we take risks together, but Ouhuang only took it for a while and never wanted it again, and said that the money is not at ease, and the money earned by his own labor is the most satisfying People feel at ease.

With the help of Ouhuang, Qunxing Mengxin immediately saw the other party's idea: the tombstone.

"The tombstone. The tombstone should symbolize death. The other party should have a will to die, and they will probably fight to the end. Then there is no need to let them go back, and they will be captured alive." After taking off his clothes and interpreting the other party's thoughts, he immediately gave an order .

"receive!"

The ambushing players rushed out immediately and started a head-on confrontation with this army.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong for the time being, Ou Huang said: "I'm offline, and I have to make up lessons for the students in a while, and the time is running out."

"I said Ouhuang, you are so poor, why don't you just take down Fan Fei." Qun Xing Mengxin said while gnawing on the dried mutton.

"Don't, don't, don't talk nonsense! I, I, I don't have that kind of relationship with Xiaofei! I don't have that idea!" Ouhuang's face was already burning, and he quickly went offline.

"The sour smell of love." Qun Xing Meng Xin said unanimously as he took off his clothes.

A few minutes later, Extraordinary 4+1 jumped into the conference room: "Has Ou Huang left? When did he leave?"

"It's been about five minutes, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, count the time, I can play for about twenty-five minutes."

Extraordinary 41 sat down skillfully, took a piece of dried mutton from the side where he took off his clothes, stuffed it into his body and slowly digested it.

Taking off his clothes, he glanced at Extraordinary 41, frowned and thought for a while, and then asked, "How much is Ouhuang's make-up class for an hour?"

"One hundred and fifty, she doesn't want to drive too much."

After saying these words, Extraordinary 41 froze instantly.

Turning his head stiffly, he saw two old men looking at him excitedly.