The appearance of a human in the halls of the Lord of Winterfell was no less than the appearance of a demon in the church sanctuary on the ground floor.

The human had the face of a passerby, dressed in plain white cloth, and with the exception of the gray stone statues standing around him, the human was probably unrecognizable when thrown into the crowd.

But even if you are a player, you know that this guy is not simple.

"I thought it was Andrew, but I didn't expect Andrew to be a cannon fodder background board."

"I'm laughing to death, the official is too mean to Andrew, it's so hard for people to be villains, but now they won't even let Ben in."

"No, isn't this a book, and being a statue is also a book."

"How much the officials hate Andrew."

"I'm looking forward to whether Andrew will be saved after the battle dungeon?"

"We will all be saved, we are heroes, come and defeat the villain to save Winterfell."

"yes, we still have to wait for others to blow that we are heroes, who will blow us when the Winterfell NPCs are dead?"

"Are you Sabi? Isn't it over if the NPC dies and brushes up a new batch? ”

"Well reasoned."

It was supposed to be a very serious occasion, but the players behind Sherlock obviously didn't cooperate, but chattered non-stop in front of the "human".

The human's face grew more and more ugly.

"Is this an insult to me? Shylock? ”

The human stood up and walked in Sherlock's direction:

"Are these little greenskins you found here to humiliate me?"

The players were stunned when they heard the words of this human, and many people hurriedly reminded the players on the side:

"Shhhh

"It's too cowy, all the NPCs in the game design the plot in real time?"

However, before they could speak for too long, Sherlock had already used coercion to make them unable to speak, and then Sherlock looked at the human in front of him very easily:

"Little Greenskin? They may be greener, but they are no ordinary greenskins, but the most valiant warriors in the underworld, the people of the dungeons of the Eternal Realm, who will stop you, Samael, and whatever conspiracy you have, they will stop you. ”

"When did you find me?"

The human in front of him didn't show much surprise, but continued:

"Judging by your reaction, Roki Langkaimi's true legacy should have been taken by you, where?"

"Who knows, if you want to try to catch me and torture me? Maybe I'll say it. ”

Sherlock smiled.

Just as Sherlock's words fell, a huge stone slammed down on Sherlock's side, shattering as if it had hit some wall, and the debris scattered like smoke.

As the debris fell, Sherlock stood there with a smile on his face, a vaguely transparent shield flashing by his side.

The human who Sherlock called "Samael" tilted his head, and behind him, beastmen, werewolves, goblins, and even a few vampires with strange vertical pupils in their eyes came out of the main hall of the city and other main streets one after another.

Their faces are somewhat flattened and distorted, making them look like a snake walking upright.

"Kill them all."

Samael's mouth hissed.

The strange-acting men rushed in the direction of Sherlock and the players from all directions.

And in front of the players, a quest hint also appeared:

[Mission Name: Battle Against Samael]

[Mission Description: Samael, one of the Seven Demon Kings from Hell, from spreading the plague at the beginning to snatching the inheritance of Roki Langkaimi, it is obvious that he has his own plan to conquer the world, as the people of the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom, we must stop them, because it is only us who conquer the world!] Defeat the invading Servants of Samael and stop Samael! 】

[Task rewards: Rewards will be obtained in batches according to the output of killed enemies, up to legendary equipment]

Then a large number of task rewards were listed, and the players burst into a shout:

"For the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom!"

"For Lord Sherlock!"

"For the equipment!"

"For prestige!"

“ＷＡＨＨＨＨＨＨ——！”

The players also rushed towards the spooky people, and the scuffle was on the verge of breaking out.

Samael apparently didn't expect the players to be so brave, and the main thing is that they didn't seem to know what the name "Samael" stood for.

Because there was no fear on the faces of these little greenskins.

"I have to say, these little greenskins you train are still very strong, but that won't save you, Sherlock."

Samael stood up from his throne and, with his thin human body, walked towards the tall Sherlock.

"Samael, if you go back to Hell now, I'll still treat it as if it didn't happen."

Sherlock said in a consultative tone.

"Do you know what your tone sounds like? Like a disgusting hypocrisy of Metatron. ”

Samael said in a tone of disgust:

"You should kneel down to me at once, and ask for my forgiveness, Sherlock, and I will forgive you for your sins, and grant you permission to walk beside me and be my pawn in the conquest of heaven!"

"I kind of understand why Metatron pulled you down from heaven back then." Sherlock nodded, and said very seriously.

"Don't mention Metatron's name! Never, don't, in front of me, mention him! ”

After Samael spoke word by word, the magic on his body seemed to freeze, and the gravel floated around him, and he walked towards Sherlock:

"Young, mysterious Sherlock, let me see if you are really as good as Satan says."

"I'm a pacifist, but if you have to." Sherlock pinched his fingers:

"I'll kill you for Metatron first, to be honest, I haven't killed one of the Seven Demon Kings yet."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he hadn't started a fight with Samael yet, but the players on the side had already shouted:

"Damn, this line is too pretentious!"

"Our Lao Xia's background is so unfathomable, Satan says bullishness."

"Nonsense, in the World of Warcraft, which lord is not a cowhide?"

"Makes sense."

“ＷＡＨＨＨＨＨ——！”