This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"I hope to continue to incite other lords." The long-haired Kara shook her body back and forth, trying to master the method of dribbling the ball, and it would be good to learn to suffocate if she couldn't.

"I hope to contact Lena. I want to observe the other party up close and learn about the other party's habits, abilities, etc. If possible, it would be better to be able to completely control this character." Short-haired Kara said expressionlessly.

"Very good, then you arrange the specific plans yourself, and you find the supplies by yourself. As usual, Kara, who knows your real names, will stay in the village. Then, give yourself an alias."

"Fair." The long-haired Kara picked out a fiery red dress from the closet next to her, undid the top row of buttons, and barely put it on.

"Essie." Cara, who had short hair and petite, also took out a set of white shirts, and dressed herself up like a cute boy.

"Okay. Then the preliminary work is completed, I wish you a happy death."

"Thank you." The two Kara said goodbye to the elder, and then left the Kara village together.

Behind them, Kara, who didn't have permission to go out, looked at the two enviously:

"It's great to be able to die outside again."

Leaving the village shrouded in thick fog, Fa'er looked down at his companion and asked, "Where are you going next?"

"I plan to be a freelance mercenary for a period of time to earn some magic stones, and then find Lena through a suitable method and introduce her into the plan."

"Then I'll go be a dancer. While collecting information, I'll tease other hell lords. I don't know if Mr. Lu likes this. Let me think about it, when have I ever been a dancer?"

"Then, let's continue to act together this time, and I hope you can die happily."

"A happy death."

Shaking hands with each other, the two Kara embarked on a journey.

Kara is an immortal race, and the Kara have always believed in one thing.

At the beginning, in order to be able to obtain the concept of immortality, they set up countless restrictions, and finally reached the realm of immortality.

Because of conditioning, they have lost the most basic emotions, and they can only feel the joy of demons when they are dying or chasing their own morning stars.

This is the price of immortality.

At the same time, it is also the meaning of Kara being Kara.

While Farel and Essie embarked on a suicide journey, Martin was watching the battle report worriedly.

As the housekeeper of Demon King City, he will help Lu Fan handle most of the work, allowing his master to have more time for more important affairs.

Flipping through the battle reports collected by the ghost system, Martin found that the recent battle reports are really frequent.

There are rebellions happening almost every day, although these rebellions will end quickly, but this frequency still makes him a little worried.

After thinking for a while, he decided to have a chat with a slime and ask him how he really felt.

The players he found were full of excitement.

He seems to have seen a hidden mission.

But when he heard Martin's question, he was discouraged again.

It's just a survey.

After listening to Martin's question, the player thought for a while, and then asked, "Are you asking my opinion on the recent national war?"

"Yes, please go ahead, Master Lu and I don't have any opinion on an honest person."

"Too little."

"Uh-huh?"

This answer is a bit surprising.

When it comes to the national war, this player is full of anger.

The opening frequency is too low, only once a day, it will be great when it can reach the scale of the City of Earth.

Girl... there are too few coolies, and there are almost no coolies who are suitable to be coolies after hard work.

There are too few elite monsters and bosses, so the strength,

Are you embarrassed to say that you are a boss?

After listening to the other party's complaints, Martin let the player leave.

I knew this group of slimes were weird, but I didn't expect them to be so weird.

The other party seemed to dismiss death, and even enjoyed the exciting feeling of death, and was even actively looking for this feeling.

Even among the demons, they are the craziest group.

"Lord Lu should know their nature, so he let them participate in the battle frequently. Well, great Master Lu."

Listening carefully, Martin heard Alice's loud laughter and knew that the other party was in touch with Lu Fan.

Not to disturb the rare reunion time between the other party's father and daughter, Martin began to inspect the entire Demon King City, trying to grasp the situation of the Demon King City in his heart as much as possible.

First of all, there is the coolie camp.

There are not many coolies in hell who are suitable for being coolies. Every demon has its own unique features. The best coolies are the Great Ice Field in the northern part of the eighth layer of hell. There are hard-working ice orcs there, and they are quite good coolies. .

The half-frogman that the player found last time has already been raised as a daughter by them. I don't know how the new coolie is doing.

The coolie camp was established on the edge of the dense forest outside the Demon King's City. Here, the coolies can collect trees and stones and process them into some of the most basic materials, saving the time for players to process materials.

Some smarter coolies will be selected into the steel factory, where they will learn how to forge steel, and it is estimated that the daily output of steel will increase to a higher level in a short time.

Now, there is only one kind of coolie in the coolie camp, the half-pig man.

Martin remembered that Lu Fan complained, why are there so many half-X people in hell, and what did humans do to these creatures?

In this regard, Martin said he did not know.

Anyway, it's not a serious matter.

These half-pigs are burly and have sharp manes on their bodies. The average strength attribute is around 5, and the constitution is around 6.

For coolies, this level is clearly sufficient.

They live directly in the open air, and their bodies are often covered with thick soil, and they can smell a strong stench just by approaching them.

Moreover, their personalities are irritable, and they often fight violently at every turn, making it very difficult for them to work.

In addition, they will occasionally carry epidemic diseases, and once they are infected, there will be a large number of them. Many hell lords like to take a few sick half-pigs with them when they fight, slaughter them on a dark and stormy night, and throw them into the opposite camp.

Cruel, but effective.

But to Martin's surprise, the coolie camp looked very tidy. The half-pigs, who were clean from top to bottom, were cutting wood with ease, and cooperated with each other to roughly process the felled wood and put it away.

Seeing this group of half-pigs working hard, Martin couldn't believe his eyes for a while.

After finding the player in charge of managing the group of half-pigs, Martin asked curiously, "How did you make these group of pigs work honestly?"

The player looked at Martin curiously: "Salary."

"Impossible. Half-pigs are very greedy, and a mere salary can't satisfy them at all. They will only be obsessed with a higher status, and they will never be satisfied."

"I also found out at the beginning, so I decided to use a special way to pay wages. Every time they go to work on time, every time they cut down a tree, every time they take a bath, my ghost system will help count them. Tell them you gained experience."

"Not really, is it?" Martin asked curiously.

"Well, it can be said that there is or there is no. Anyway, every time they gain a certain amount of experience, I will tell them that you have upgraded, your professional status has improved, and now you are a lord, and then I will give them They have a small sign with a position engraved on it. Don’t say it, it’s really useful. Although this sign doesn’t have any actual function, they really recognize it. Of course. I will also give food.”

Martin nodded after listening.

Ingenious management elsewhere.

While simple, it capitalizes on the other person's desire for status.

Glancing at the player, Martin wrote down the player's name.

The stars are so cute, it's really scary.