Gamers of the Underworld

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The variant Dragon Magic for Gamers is finally completed in Bru’s overtime work.

With the help of Bru, the Game of Dragons magic recreated from dog eggs can be performed in otherworld’s Mandarin.

At the same time, for the convenience of Gamer, more than 100 dialects under the otherworld language have been added as templates.

In other words, Gamers are using dialects, which conform to these more than 100 dialect-based templates, and can also exert their original formidable power.

To sum it up in one sentence:

[Do you want magic? Use reputation and currency to exchange the magic you want. The corresponding reputation level and the corresponding magic are also different. The higher the level, the higher the mana cost. mana description, see the previous post for details]

Dragon language magic itself is a very complicated type of magic. For specific operation settings, if Sherlock explains it in detail, I’m afraid that there is no need to play games all day.

So it took Sherlock about ten minutes to explain the above with a few hundred easy-to-understand words.

Also listed are the types of magic that mana consumes within the tolerance of the Goblin race.

As for the effects of magic, how to use them, etc., nothing is mentioned.

And when Sherlock threw the settings casually, Gamers, water friends on the forum, as it should be by rights, “commend” Sherlock.

Sherlock saw that everyone was so satisfied, so he was relieved, and then closed the forum.

“Black Soul”-Start!

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When Sherlock started researching Black Soul for the future of Eternal Kingdom Dungeon.

Gamers on the forum, after “praising” the planning, began to use their ingenuity, researched the magic of dragon language, and published many useful experimental posts:

[~ OTZ ~: Discuss whether dialects and body language will enhance magic formidable power or special effects]

[Wang Billy: The mainstream direction of future magic, auxiliary magic! 】

[Eating Jujube Pills: Magician, the sewer profession, is like the shortbow, and has no future! 】

And so on, no matter how you look at it, their magic road has just begun.

—-

30 days …

Two skeletons Lich, with empty eyes, stood on the console.

Goblin hasn’t come to hammer us for 30 days!

One of them, Lich, put his skull on the Crystal Ball and asked:

“Teacher … can we come down? For 30 days, no Goblin has come, I’m a little urgency.”

“Are you sure? Then I will arrange the next group to replace you, and you will continue to line up to graduate.”

There was such a gentle question from the Crystal Ball.

“No need, I’ll go back.”

…………

Undead Academy office meeting room.

“boom–!”

“Things are serious. If Party B has no contractual spirit, we should sue Party B. My students, who have been standing there for 30 days, ca n’t eat well, do n’t wear warm clothes, do n’t even lay a grave, and go to the toilet pit. Gotta use it! Principal, is this ridiculous! “

A skeleton Lich, with an angry expression on his face, stood up and asked loudly.

At the other end of the long table, another skeleton Lich in a suit said:

“Professor Cabbage, I can understand your anger, but this matter is responsible for Professor Bacon and has nothing to do with my Principal.”

Professor Cabbage looked angry towards Professor Bacon sitting opposite.

Bacon crossed the two skeleton hands together, put them on the table, and groaned, saying:

“Actually, personally, I trust Lord Sherlock very much. Lord Sherlock is a wealthy, gentleman, fair, and generous Devil. Those Goblins have been traveling a little longer, but from their perspective, , Even traveling for 100 80 years is happy. “

Bacon saw Professor Cabbage intend to speak, and quickly continued:

“Of course, Ms. Cabbage’s concerns I fully understand. This matter has indeed taken a long time. Otherwise, I will go on a business trip to resolve this matter.”

“Ok! Let’s applaud Professor Bacon’s spirit.”

Principal took the lead in applause, and there was endless applause throughout the conference hall.

——

“Is this the last batch of magic items?” Sherlock looked towards the small pile of magic items in front of him and asked.

“It should be the last batch, Lord Sherlock.”

Bru says:

“Xue Ba has also confirmed many times that there are no magic items left. But … not at all I found something strange in the ancient vestige.”

“I’m understood.” Sherlock nodded, then took out a magic cloth, and moved towards the last magic item to cover it.

………………

The magical light of red penetrated the night sky, a newspaper was laid on the ground quietly, a gust of wind passed by, rolled up the newspaper and made an “oh la la click” sound.

“Youha–!”

A bald-headed Gnome, riding a fast-moving biped, across an open street.

Behind him, several bipeds ran one after another. In some places at midnight, these bird parties were always indispensable.

There was only one Devil on the street, dragging a large black box.

The brown sheepskin boots contrast with the slightly dirty road surface. The checkered dark trousers that just cover the ankles are paired with a black belt and a black and white birdie top. It is low-key and mixed with thick British flavor.

The white shirt and the black jacket inside, the fine texture of the suede, shows solemn and classic temperament.

In front of this well-dressed Devil, every hair is neat and tidy.

The rising dust drifted to Devil’s side, and he raised his palm. The scattered dust seemed to hit an invisible wall at the same time, and all stopped still less than 30 cm away from him.

When he left, he continued to drift away.

“Master Sherlock, can’t figure out why you have to dress like this every time you deal with these magic items?” Bru’s voice appeared in Sherlock’s ear.

“The goods brought by a disappointed person are often not valued too high. A decent person can even be regarded as a treasure even if he takes out a piece of broken iron.”

Sherlock dragged the box to a black alleyway, he looked at all around, and after confirming that there was no one, he turned and walked in.

The dull sound of dragging boxes came from the black alley.

A wild Orc sitting on the ground, black and green on his face, wearing tattered clothes, smells from him, as if he had not washed himself for more than a dozen days.

Seeing Sherlock approaching, the wild Orc looked up, and looked towards Sherlock with a dreadful but somewhat greedy look.

“Good evening.” Sherlock stopped in front of him.

“Is that … brought?”

The wild Orc showed a longing look.

“Of course, is this place today?” Sherlock looked at all around, then looked down towards the wild Orc sitting on the ground:

“The environment is much worse than last time.”

“The defensive team checked tightly. There should be inner ghosts among us. The defensive team can get some news every time.”

The wild Orc’s eyes looked more and more eager for Sherlock, and even eyes began to appear bloodshot.

“So that’s how it is.” Sherlock took a golden ball from his arms and threw it into the hands of Wild Orc.

Leave without looking back.

The wild Orc seemed to be lost in the desert and was about to die of thirst. When he saw Ganquan appearing in front of his eyes, his snot drooling across the golden ball thrown by Sherlock, and he took a deep breath.

Sherlock shook the head, to himself:

“What a fallen man.”

He reached the end of Black Lane and saw a locked iron door, with a gray statue next to the wall.

It was a statue of a female Gnome act coquettishly, which looked as if it had been abandoned here.

Sherlock walked directly in front of the statue and placed the dragged box in front of him. The statue opened his eyes and looked at Sherlock with a scrutiny look, then said:

“Zhengyu Yuzheng has the same sign.”

“Yuyu Zhengzheng has different signs.”

The statue heard Sherlock’s answer, then stood up, cautiously climbed down the stone just standing, then took out the key, walked to the side of the iron door, and opened the iron door.

Sherlock went nodded to the Gnome statue and walked in.

Behind the Gnome statue, cautiously closed the iron door and took out the key to lock it.

The statue took out a mana welding torch, a mask that blocked the light, shone the mask on his face, and the welding gun aimed at the door.

The iron door was welded to death in the strong light and the flames of Zala.

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