Because of Morgan's words, the atmosphere of the entire conference room hall froze all of a sudden, and Nicholas, who was sitting in the master's seat, changed his face suddenly, and he looked at Morgan very seriously:

"Wait, Mr. Morgan, this joke isn't funny, are you parodying the lines from the play "The King of Kung Fu?"

"No, in fact, before I came, I had already applied for the battle between the cities of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon like the Demon Council, and of course I used a little bit of personal connections during the period, I believe that soon, Lord Sherlock, you will receive a notice from the Demon Council, and officially authorize the battle to be carried out legally and compliantly, by the way, what I applied for is a deathmatch. After my victory, I will take away all your wealth and all your people, I will not kill them, I will torture them and make them pay for everything they have done. ”

Morgan said viciously.

"I don't know much, my people ......" but Sherlock frowned, and he looked back at the players behind him who couldn't speak because of the coercion:

"What did they do to make you hate them so much, I remember we fought with Samael, and in a way, we even saved your brother, Andrew should be your brother, right? According to my research, so. ”

"Andrew? It doesn't matter what he does, I'm talking about you, Sherlock. I want you! ”

Morgan stood up, his hands outstretched, and shouted loudly.

The beastman pushing the cart suddenly let out a "Woo?!" He covered his face with both hands, and his cloudy pupils peeking out of his fingers showed shock, excitement and anticipation.

"You...... He ......"

Dogan looked at Sherlock and then at Morgan, then lowered his head, nodded, and then said:

"I'm sorry, I'm moving my nest today."

"In order to cause unnecessary misunderstanding, it is necessary for me to affirm that you are here for the legacy of the Great Demon Roki Lang Kaimi, right? One thing I have to tell you clearly is that even if I am killed, you will not be able to take the inheritance of the Great Demon Roki Langkaimi. ”

Sherlock followed up and said:

"On the other hand, since you gamble everything you have to fight me to the death, even if the Demon Council does not approve your application, I will agree to your deathmatch request, and I and my people will be waiting for you to attack in the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom! By the way, can you tell me the exact number of your property in advance? ”

"Wait, Mistress Sherlock is the Dungeon of Eternal Fire across the street! In this matter, let's come forward in Winterfell to mediate. ”

Nicholas said nervously, he was still trying to defuse the powder keg that was about to explode between Sherlock and Morgan, but it was obviously impossible to succeed.

"It's not the Eternal Flame Dungeon that will fight you, it's my own, I've bought a nearby dungeon in advance, and I'll use that dungeon to defeat your Eternal Realm dungeon!"

Morgan stood up, took out two tickets, and placed them in front of Nicholas and Sherlock's table:

"This is my ticket to tomorrow's show, and I hope you two can join in, goodbye. See you on the battlefield, Lord Sherlock. ”

Looking at the back of Morgan's unceremonious departure, Nicholas showed an expression of disbelief:

Morgan...... I really like to perform......"

He then remembered Sherlock, who had agreed to fight with Morgan, and he hastened to say:

"Lord Sherlock, although I know that you and your people are very heroic, but for such fearless casualties, you should appeal to the Demon Council, and the other dungeon lords and superior demons will also agree with your appeal, this kind of barbaric war should definitely be condemned!"

Nicholas said excitedly, but Sherlock obviously didn't agree with him, Sherlock waved his hand and said:

"Rest assured, Nicholas, our Eternal Kingdom Dungeon will never turn down any challenge. Of course, I also hope that this matter will not involve you and Winterfell, you will just have to wait and see. ”

"Sherlock-sama ......"

Nicholas said worriedly, but Sherlock had already raised his hand:

"Don't persuade, it's impossible for me to refuse this kind of good thing, so let's just say it, I'll go back and prepare for the war first."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he left the living room with a group of players, dogs and scholars, leaving Nicholas standing there with a confused expression.

The good thing?

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There was news about the imminent war between the dungeons of the Eternal Realm and Morgan, which immediately detonated public opinion points on the official forum.

You can see a variety of headings on the forum:

[The ogre version is not over yet, we haven't even beaten the pineapple, and we are about to open a new version? 】

[The city battle system is coming!] Two dungeons are about to collide! 】

[Victor Pig, you just look at us with envy and hatred to experience new content crazily! 】

[Which player from the Victorian camp, I want to complain like crazy, everyone follow me to the customer service black dragon to complain! ] Line up! 】

[As a player of Victoria, I just want to say: How do you switch sides?] 】

And among these many titles, there is one that is drowned in the waves.

[I'm Ah Fei, weapon proficiency level 10]

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Ah Fei lay in the dark, his snort was even, and his body did not move.

The swordsman with a mustache stood in the dark, looking at Ah Fei lying on the ground, and there were countless questions in his heart that he couldn't understand.

Why is this guy called Ah Fei, obviously he is severely disabled, but he can have such a strong will, no matter how hard the training is, he can complete it, and even because of the multiple fractures in the body caused by the training, he doesn't feel anything, the bones even break out more than once, just magic treatment, more than ten times a day.

That feeling, as if Ah Fei didn't have any feeling at all, but this is impossible, in fact, in the midst of fighting each other, Ah Fei obviously reacts to the damage of the weapon, as well as other perceptions, and this is also the minimum need of a warrior, you don't even know if the weapon has cut into your body, how can you fight?

The hellish training on earth has made Ah Fei's skills improve by leaps and bounds, not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, not afraid of tiredness, and even able to smile every day, the swordsman feels that he has lived in vain for decades, and even has a feeling of fear for Ah Fei.

In just a short period of training, the swordsman has already seen the results, Ah Fei's combat skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and now he can even put down the guards next to him with his bare hands, if you give this Ah Fei a weapon, maybe this guard will already die!

Of course, Ah Fei will definitely be seriously injured.

But this doesn't matter, the important thing is that he sees the infinite possibilities in Ah Fei, in the future, he is very likely to get ahead and become famous all over the world, and he is his apprentice!

The mustache swordsman quickly calmed down, if he could, he would really like to wake Ah Fei up now, and then continue the class, but no one can force Ah Fei to do what he doesn't want to do, not even him, he can only wait for him to wake up slowly, and now, the time is almost up.

Ah Fei in front of him sat up slowly, just like the time period predicted by the swordsman.

"Damn, the Eternal Kingdom is so exciting, it's really amazing, I really wish I could participate, when I finish this task, I'll go and kill Arthur!"

Ah Fei muttered as he stood up, and the swordsman was accustomed to the strange self-talk he often uttered, and he threw a long sword that had been prepared long ago in front of Ah Fei, which had been sharpened.

"Ah Fei, you start to change the goal of training today, and you have only one goal." The mustachioed swordsmanship master trembled with irrepressible excitement:

"Use all your methods to defeat me!"

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Free City of Victoria.

The busy camp, which has been built decently, houses made of wood and stone, lined up neatly along the sides of the road.

Most players have a bit of building obsessive-compulsive disorder, and with the daily patrols of the three hamsters, it is a bit difficult for players to violate the rules of the building.

The camp of 5,000 people, after more than a month of development, most of the players have relied on their industrious hands to use their own houses.

Different from the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, which is extremely tight in land area, Victoria's players have more land that can be used, and now, basically everyone has a small house of dozens of square meters, and it can be expanded in the future, while the residence of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon is not so relaxed, which is probably a benefit for Victorian players.

On the outskirts of the camp, Edward Scissorhands, trying to keep his body as low as possible, hid in the woods, nervously observing everything in front of him.

Edward Scissorhands, never before was he more worried about whether the forest would be cleared one day, not because of environmental protection, but because he was worried that there would be no forest to cover him with.

He wasn't the only one who was worried, in his vision, an elf with no green characters on his head was scolding a group of players who were cutting down trees, as if because those players had cut down trees beyond the original limit, and then led those players to other logging areas.

But this was not the point of Edward's observations, his point was to record Victoria's map!

In these months, Edward Scissorhands, not without the slightest action, where he eats deflated, he will take it back from where! This is his credo!

(The second update, asking for votes!) ）

(PY: "The Most Powerful Guy in the Heavens" is 2.39 million words, everyone can watch it with confidence!) ）