In the black swamp, one by one, the heads of several swamp fishmen poked out of the holes.

Sherlock looked at the swamp fishmen and the players rummaging around in the small swamp.

"Hello, do you know where the village chief's house is?"

There are already several players asking these swamp fishmen such questions.

Salted Fish stared at the goblins and a handful of goblins running around the swamp fishmen's gathering place in a daze.

The goblins and a handful of goblins, after searching for a long time without finding anything good, simply began to collect the swamp sludge with a curse.

The player closest to Salted Fish said this:

"This is too poor, isn't it, you don't even make a box to knock for us? Forget it, decorate the mud and go back and see if you can sell it. ”

As for the players who tried to communicate with the swamp fishmen, the only replies they got were "wow, ahhh

The only thing that can communicate smoothly is salted fish.

"Oh, your village is really beautiful, and the decoration is also beautiful, and it is very suitable for living."

Sherlock said as he looked at the bare, except for the swamp cavern, which was only silt, stone.

"It's beautiful, but it's not our home, our home is the more beautiful and bigger swamp ahead! But now, it's been overrun by those hateful monitor lizards! ”

The swamp fishman salted fish said loudly:

"No matter what, we're going to defeat the monitor lizard! Drive them away! ”

"Well, don't worry, all the members of our Eternal Kingdom Dungeon will help you and protect you!"

Sherlock said with a gentle smile on his face.

Behind Sherlock's smiling expression, a player is seen crouching at the entrance to an empty cavern, sticking his head in, and then poking his head out with a muddy face and shouting:

"Hurry! Who's got the tools! There's something down there! ”

"Silly! Dig directly with a shield! See if there are any bipeds below! ”

Several players quickly gathered around and picked up their shields and dug up, and the others followed suit, digging caves inhabited by swamp fishmen.

Because of Blue and Sherlock, they can't directly attack the swamp fishmen, but that doesn't mean they can't change the landscape here.

The player's goal is not to kill the fishmen, but to search for as much as possible, and now as soon as they hear that there is something in the hole, everyone scrambles to start digging.

Salty Fish watched dumbfounded, raised his hand, opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Sherlock had already raised his hand and said:

"Don't get me wrong, they didn't want to dig up your home and loot its contents, how could we people in the Dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom do such a thing? They just check if your house is sturdy, so don't worry too much. ”

After Sherlock said this, the players who were about to dig up the swamp mud with their shields were stunned for a moment, and then someone threw their shields and shouted:

"What are you kidding, you won't even let me dig in the mud, and you won't let us turn over the swamp fishman's house? Aren't we heroes of the underworld? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock spread his hand to the salted fish:

"You see, that's the way it is."

While using coercion to control the nearby players and make them stop doing strange things to the home of the swamp fishmen, he also reminded those players-

A new "plot" begins.

"We're going to build an outpost nearby for us to stop, and we're going to fortify our defenses here, building walls and trenches to keep them out of the monitor lizards that are everywhere."

More and more players on the side have heard the news of the start of the plot here, and are rushing back to this side.

"Wait a minute, my lord, do you mean to build a sub-base with us? But this is our home. Before the salted fish could finish speaking, Sherlock nodded and said:

"Of course it's your home, it was, it is, it's not good to say what will happen in the future, but we have no intention of occupying your home here, we just hope that there can be a temporary rest, relatively safe place here. After all, those monitor lizards are not easy targets to deal with, you have to be prepared for a long battle, the underground world is so dangerous, who knows what other dangers there will be besides those monitor lizards? ”

"I see, our tribe is more than happy to provide a place for your warriors to rest for a while, but occasionally monitor lizards come here, although there are not many, but we can't guarantee absolute safety." Salted Fish nodded and said.

"Then it's no problem, in order to take care of the weak, we will definitely try to help you and get rid of those monitor lizards." Sherlock clenched his fists and said righteously.

It's just that he had just finished speaking, when a roar suddenly came from far and near overhead, and that roar carried a breathtaking coercion.

Only for the swamp fish people.

As for the players, they can't be said to be controlled by Sherlock's coercion, and all of them are in "story" mode.

Salted fish quickly ran to the door of the "village", grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, and looked up at the top of his head.

In the underground world, there is naturally no sky overhead, but there is also a height of hundreds of meters and nearly a thousand meters, and a huge figure swept over the head of the salted fish.

When the salted fish was still looking at what was above its head, a black dragon with a body length of one hundred and fifty meters had already landed on the ground, and then the behemoth lowered its head and looked at the salted fish with contempt.

"What is this, a bunch of swamp fishmen taking over my little swamp?"

The black dragon let out a low, hoarse voice and bared its sharp teeth at the salted fish.

Salted fish swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but looking at the black dragon in front of him, he still bravely pulled out his weapon, but his innate fear of dragon power made his clenched hand tremble slightly.

And at this moment, a tall figure rushed over and stood in front of the salted fish, it was Sherlock!

In the eyes of the salted fish, this majestic superior demon stretched out his huge demon wings and shouted at the huge black dragon in front of him:

"Get out of here! You evil black dragon! ”

The black dragon raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Sherlock:

"I know you, you are the inheritor of the seven sins, the terminator of karmic fire, the tongue of judgment, the lord of hell, the owner of the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom, the great demon lord Sherlock! I didn't expect you to be here! ”

After the black dragon finished talking about these things in one breath, he lowered his head, looked at the inside of his wings, and looked at it for a while before saying:

"I'm not going to give up on this little swamp! Humble swamp fishmen, don't expect the superior demon and his army of goblins to help you every time, I'll be back, next time, I'll leave this place in ruins! ”

The black dragon deliberately dragged out the last few words, then raised his upper body, fanned his wings, and left under the fanatical gaze of the players, as well as the trembling eyes of the salted fish and the other swamp fishmen.

Not long after the black dragon flew away, Sherlock relieved himself of his coercion and shouted to the players:

"Go ahead! Sons of the Dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom! Go after the black dragon! Don't let him run! ”

Sherlock had just finished shouting, and the players around him rushed out one by one as if they were crazy.

"Ah——! It's a black dragon! ”

"The reins of the black dragon!"

"Damn, isn't that dragon a little familiar?"

"yes, it seems to be the black dragon that had a bug a few days ago, right?"

"Didn't you say it was an NPC? How did you become a boss? ”

"I don't know, but it's so good!"

"I didn't expect the production team to be so second-in-class, Lao Xia's title is so shameful."

"Lao Xia, my husband is so handsome!"

"The plot of the production team is too poor, the model is good, can't the lines be polished well? If you really can't write your lines, won't you crowdfund it in the forum? Otherwise, it's okay to fight more, it's too perfunctory! ”

…………

Most of the players followed Sherlock's orders, or rather, the plot arrangement, and ran out to search, but one or two hundred players remained in the swampy fish-man village, seemingly waiting for another story, and some were hanging out.

"It seems that things are more troublesome than I thought, there are even black dragons roaming around, it seems that relying only on the temporary station, there is no way for my men to fight bravely and fearlessly." Sherlock looked regretful, and then said to the salted fish next to him:

"If they didn't have leather goods and bipedal birds as a reward, they wouldn't have been able to slay the dragon properly. Salted fish, what do you think? ”

(PY recommends the new book of "Tomorrow Is Not Coming" with 30W words, a sci-fi text of the future game genre, everyone can be healthy.) ）

(Let's go to bed early, according to the common sense of the devil 27 hours a day, the next update will be sent before three o'clock in the middle of the night, and let's get up tomorrow morning to read.) For the sake of my hard work, I paid me the monthly pass and the recommendation ticket. ）

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