This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Master Lu, we are leaving."

Hundreds of players bid farewell to Lu Fan who was reading in the snow, and then said to Ferdinand III who was constipated: "Let's go, let's go."

"Finally you can go to the new map, long live."

Ferdinand III looked at the hundreds of excited slimes following him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He had known for a long time that the other party would not let him go so easily, but he did not expect to send so many slimes to monitor him.

Although this group of slimes had devoured a lot of tentacles and had at least three times the strength of ordinary people, there was still a big gap compared to the self when the psychic power was activated.

To put it bluntly, if he wanted, he could quickly kill all these human slimes.

The other party should also know this, so what is the purpose of letting this group of slimes follow him?

Staring at Lu Fan who was reading the book leisurely, he asked aloud, "Master Lu, what are you planning?"

"I have my own thoughts, you don't have to worry about it, you can act as you like." Lu Fan waved his hand, "Don't care about their life or death, it's better to say they are dead."

Ferdinand III looked at Lu Fan seriously, but he didn't see anything but handsome.

In the end, he gave up trying to figure out Lu Fan's thoughts, turned around and walked towards his castle.

After they left, Lu Fan put down the book, looked at their backs when they left and said to himself: "I can't say that I just sent them to die."

Ever since the strength of the players was improved by devouring the tentacles, he began to consciously experiment with the skill [Companion's last wish].

There are several restrictions on this skill. First of all, it must be a companion, and subordinates are also included.

Then you have to die before you can superimpose some attributes and skills on the brave Lu Fan.

Afterwards, the favorability between each other will also affect the superposition ratio, and this favorability is two-sided, and the favorability between the two takes the lowest value.

When he thought that he had to force himself to like this group of slimes in order to improve his attributes, Lu Fan felt that it was better to forget it.

Superimposed by quantity.

Anyway, this group of slimes don't want to die and feel uncomfortable. Throw them out and let them make troubles by themselves, find ways to improve their level and attributes, and then die back by themselves.

Even event planning is spared.

Squeezing out every trace of value from the workers is what the real Lu Fan big capitalist really wants to do.

Thinking of earning income by fishing, Lu Fan finally regained the feeling of being a salted fish in hell.

The salted fish with income is the real good salted fish.

Ferdinand III led the group of slimes walking on the snow.

These days living in the dungeon, he felt less and less like himself.

The credo he upholds is "to protect human beings, demons and those who believe in demons must be expelled".

Because of this creed, he can send the fallen people out without hesitation, regardless of their life or death, because he thinks this is correct.

But in the dungeon, the fallen people he came into contact with slowly changed his mind.

They are hardworking, they are brave, and they can treat their knights fairly.

And Lianna was the best little girl he had ever seen. If she was a nobleman instead of a fallen person, then he would consider making her his niece and daughter-in-law.

When he found that he could greet the fallen with a smile, dine with the fallen without any grievances, and see his knights interacting with the fallen without any thought, he found that he had fallen.

His own beliefs are being eroded, and the psionic energy generated by this is slowly decaying.

What's even more frightening is that he actually felt at ease because of it.

This must be a trick of the devil!

Rather than slowly degenerate and degenerate in the dungeon, it is better to die when you are still a human being.

Before he dies, he wants to make sure that there is nothing wrong with Northwind City, and tell his heir, Dylan, the darkest secret buried deep in his heart.

The harassment from the slimes was just a catalyst, and his own depravity was the root cause of his decision to leave here.

He will not default.

Because he had already decided to finish the funeral affairs within this day, and then cut himself off, leaving the last decency to himself.

He walked on the snow in silence, stopping from time to time to remember the last image around him as a final farewell, but the players around him were noisier than he imagined.

"There's a black spot over there, is it a monster! No, it's shit."

"That stone over there looks a bit weird, could it be the hidden place of planning and arrangement?"

"There's a grave over there. Let's go dig the grave and rob the tomb and look through the coffin to see what's in it, shall we?"

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"Is there a ghost? Where is it? Is it delicious?"

The noisy players disrupted Ferdinand III's tragic heart, making him feel as if he was taking a group of brats on an outing.

But when he saw the guards at the gate of the castle, a serious expression appeared on his face.

The haggard guard leaned against the city gate, did not respond to the group of people who came here, and just stared blankly at the sky.

"The wages of two silver coins will come tomorrow, and the bread will be three coppers apiece, and the violets will be messing around on the honey bed, and their children will take wings and fly into the sky."

Unexplained words came out of his mouth, making Ferdinand III feel a strange aura.

Stepping forward, he patted the other person on the shoulder: "Are you okay?"

The guard's left arm fell in response.

His insides were already thin enough to be a piece of skin, even a slight slap would break.

Ferdinand III immediately drew out his saber, activated his own spiritual power, and rushed towards the castle.

He didn't care about the slime who was chasing up from behind, and directly smashed through the door of a hotel, and saw the customers here.

Everyone sat there dumbstruck, the food on the plate in front of them had already rotted.

Their eyes were as dull as guards, and the plump waitress half-sat weakly on the ground, and said mechanically when she heard the sound of the door breaking: "Welcome, two companions of sour beer."

"What's going on here, what happened to the City of the North Wind?" Ferdinand III shouted in disbelief.

Only then did the players run up behind them, turned on the video, and sent the video to the Q group.

After a while, the players stationed in the dungeon finished communicating with Ali and Gaia in the dungeon, and fed back the information.

"This is a large-scale magical technique. The effect is to absorb the energy of the residents in the city and supply it to the center. With so much energy drawn, I don't know what kind of monster it will catalyze."

Regardless of asking how Slime knew, Ferdinand III hurriedly shouted, "Where is the center?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask, um, judging from the rough map I got earlier, it should be the City Lord's Mansion."

Ferdinand III's face turned pale instantly.

The worst has happened.

The identity of Dylan's forbidden son has been revealed.

He immediately rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion, but the ground in front of him collapsed suddenly, and huge tentacles emerged from the ground, and began to attack all moving objects around him indiscriminately.

Several slimes were unable to dodge, and were directly penetrated by the tentacles, turning into light and being reborn.

On the throne made of tentacles, Black Dagger sat there high, surrounded by his two subordinates.

"Surprise party! My dear Ferdinand III, do you like my arrangement?" the condescending black dagger asked with a smile.