Nameless Town Dungeon

Angela walked into the new building, which had been built for the siege of the mountain people.

Contrary to what he had thought at first, the dungeon was not dark and damp, it was quite bright and dry, and the walls were not earthen walls that could be dug holes with a small rake, but concrete walls similar to other buildings of the God of Games Church, and there was even a faint blessing from the God of Games on them.

The dungeon is not staffed by the player, but by humanoid constructs.

It's a pity that Angela didn't participate in the previous activities of attacking the elves to unify the true kingdom, otherwise he would have been able to find that although the shape of the structure in the dungeon is different from those in the elven unification of the true kingdom, judging from the structure such as the joints, it is obvious that the same technology is used.

After all, there is no patent law in this world, and the abilities of the gods are also unreasonable, as long as they have a blueprint in their hands and study it a little seriously, the technology of the nether realm will have no mystery in their eyes.

Of course, for most gods, there is no need for the mundane technology of the Nether to be worthy of attention, and it is only Xiwei, whose soul comes from planting flowers, who is so keen on copying other people's core technologies to make them cabbage......

Constructs are not 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, and as long as the players do not stop moving bricks, the total number of these constructs is effectively equivalent to infinity.

Angela glanced at the construct as a jailer.

Unlike the mountain people who are locked up here, because of the convenience given by the system, the believers of the Church of the God of Games can know more information when they look at these beings.

For example, the names of these constructs are all called Shomagia for some reason, and there is a line of small print at the end of the data attribute list that reads, 'Hymagia has no heart, please don't say anything to them in case of a program error'.

Some players who ran in out of curiosity saw this text and specifically pointed at these constructs 'U Baa U Baa', and then these constructs beat that player with their backhands and threw them out of the dungeon like piglets......

Far away, all in all, unless you step into the realm of legends and awaken your own miracle, the mountain people want to escape from this dungeon, which is basically a fool's dream.

As the lord of the town, Angela naturally didn't come to the dungeon for sightseeing.

Although the dungeon looks very clean and hygienic due to the complete sewer system and the tireless cleaning of the structure, it still does not change the fact that it is a prison.

Except for some people with special fetishes, I'm afraid no one likes the atmosphere of a prison.

He came to the outside of one of the most peculiar-looking cells, and looked at the prisoners through the glass-like, but much stronger, walls.

This was supposed to be a slightly serious meeting, as the prisoner was the highest-ranking 'Mountain Shaman' among the mountain people captured by the player.

It's just that Angela is still young after all, and even though he has been through a lot of wind and waves (and the sand sculpture behavior of the players) has made him far more mature than his peers, he is certainly not as calm as those old guys.

So his gaze couldn't stop looking at the lower half of the mountain shaman's body, which was like an oversized diaper with a bandage tied around his crotch. Book bar

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

The mountain shaman glared at Angela with a gloomy face, and said contemptuously, "Haven't you people of the plains always boasted that you were full of rituals, and now it seems that this is no more than that. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot, but your etiquette is nothing more than groveling and flattering to those of high standing. ”

"Etiquette is for people who deserve respect, even if it's just a commoner, if he does something heroic worthy of my respect, then I will treat him with courtesy, obviously you are not worthy of me."

Angela did not hesitate to retort.

"You'd better pray to your god that I won't run out of here, or ......" The mountain shaman's eyes were full of fierce killing intent, and he had no intention of hiding it at all.

"Don't bother, this dungeon itself is a gift from the gods."

Angela stretched out his hands, watching the other party's expression change from stunned to sudden realization to full of despair after hearing the news, and felt a subtle and somewhat dark.

"But if you're willing to cooperate with us and reveal some information, it's not impossible to let you out."

He continued.

"You're dreaming! You damned people of the plains are as vile as stinky rats, do you think I'm going to take your word for it! ”

The mountain shaman was still quite a figure, and after realizing that it was impossible for him to escape from this dungeon, he still refused Angra's negotiation very stubbornly: "Don't be too complacent, we were just in too much of a hurry to be attacked by you, and when the other mountain people kill it, it will be the end of you #$ shrimp toad^#* skunk@#$%!" ”

There was a string of incomprehensible words in his words, and according to Angra's understanding of the context, it should be a metaphor for some animals in the mountains to their 'people of the plains', which is a kind of obscure method of swearing.

Angra wasn't angry because he didn't understand, he didn't plan to complete the system task he suddenly received so easily.

So he opened the task interface, looked at some of the things noted on it, and after a slight chill, he cleared his throat with a dry cough: "I didn't expect you to cooperate so easily, so I prepared some criminal law ......"

"Hahaha, you weak people of the plains are so stupid!" The mountain shaman laughed: "We are the people of the mountains who have survived in the mountains! The weak have long since died in the hunt, and the wounds and pains have long been accustomed to us, even if they are a leather whip dipped in salt water......"

"When did I say I was going to torture you?" Angela interrupted him impatiently: "Originally, I was going to fill you with two bottles of aphrodisiac, ask the dancer to dance for you outside, and when you are burned by the fire, put another sow into the cell, record everything with the Shadow Stone, and then play it on a loop for everyone in this dungeon to taste when you wake up; After you've regained a little bit of energy, we'll repeat, for humanitarian reasons, for humanitarian reasons, the second time we'll let a come in and give you a change......"

"Kill me! Immediately! The mountain shaman, whose face suddenly turned pale, let out a miserable scream and slammed into the wall.

But these cells also had a suicide-preventing feature, so he was bounced out as if he had hit a rubber, and then bounced around the cell as if he had fallen on a trampoline.

If you don't pay attention to the frightened and crazy look of this mountain shaman, just looking at this scene even has a very happy atmosphere of a large child in a large diaper playing on a trampoline......