Jack never thought that one day he would become the "backbone" of the team. Under his leadership, this advance team composed of black marketeers actually lit up the beacon smoothly. There were almost no mistakes in the process, and only two people have died so far! "That's great Jack, we never would have gotten here without you." Standing at the gate of the fortress, the black marketeers clapped their hands and congratulated each one. Search TWKAN on GOOGLE As long as you don't go in, the BOSS battle with the two gargoyles will not be triggered. These guys have understood the rules. "Hey, hey, I'm really embarrassed," Jack blushed and scratched his head shyly, "How about it, guys, have you remembered the route? Do we have to go back the way we came?" "Um" An older black marketeer pondered for a moment and said: "The original plan was for you to familiarize us with the route, and then we would each lead our own teams to explore. It was assumed that two or three people would be considered successful if they made it here alive, but Now." Another person continued: "Now there are eight of us, and our strength is not bad. Do you want to explore in depth and give it a try?"
Most of the people in the team were echoing, with greed in their eyes. "Are you serious?" The corner of Jack's mouth twitched. "You have seen how dangerous it is along the way. If I hadn't known the route in advance, eight hundred lives wouldn't have been enough for us to die." He thought of the skeleton monsters lurking in the swamps, the cursed frogs that pounced at any time, and the straw men disguised as bushes. But he skillfully avoided these monsters and never encountered them, which led to the black marketeers having unrealistic ideas. One person said disdainfully: "Even if you can push me here when we first meet, doesn't it just mean that this dungeon is not scary at all, right?" "Haha, don't say that. Jack has always been very lucky. Being here is all due to luck." "ah?" Jack was struck by the disdain in their words. This kind of contempt is purely natural, without any malice, as natural as eating and drinking. Therefore, the damage to Jack is doubled! It turns out he is not the backbone "Brothers, come in, there are only two gargoyles inside!" The black marketeers took out their weapons and rushed into the fortress eagerly. They no longer needed Jack's guidance. Jack took out the dagger, hesitated at the door for a long time, finally sighed, turned around and waited for the victory of his "friends". Out of sight, out of mind. "Aha, the monster is over there. It is indeed the most rubbish kind of gargoyle!" "I'm here to contain him. Where is the mage? Hurry up and curse him!" "I'm hurt, I'm hurt!" "Wuhu, I smashed its arm and killed it while it was sick!"
"One last blow, watch me smash its head," Along with the cheers, Jack knew that his friends had won. Even though he was sad, he still put on a smile and prepared to "Ou-me-daddy". Inside the fortress, a black marketeer was bandaging his wounds. At his feet was the broken corpse of a gargoyle. This kind of gargoyle has an ordinary rock body and is considered weak among its species. It is usually used as a mob in dungeons. "I didn't expect to be so weak. I'm really going to make a lot of money, hehehe," he had already begun to imagine the future of using the resources of the dungeon to get rich. "I said, do you want to kill old Jack?" He suddenly whispered: "This old guy is no longer useful, and he might leak the secrets here. How about we..." He gestured like a beheading, and the people nearby smiled knowingly. "Family", this is the family relationship between us black marketeers! "Jack, come here for a moment," "What's wrong, brothers?" Jack walked into the room doubtfully. As soon as he got closer, he heard a "squeak" sound, a white light flashed in front of him, and blood blossomed. He stared blankly at the wound on his chest, and then at the laughing black marketeers, and suddenly understood something in his head. "you." Jack suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't help but fell to the ground. The wound on his chest was bleeding all over the floor, and the black marketeers even took away his teleportation crystal. In this way, his body after death could not be Resurrected. Life was passing by rapidly, and Jack no longer even felt sad anymore. He only felt sincere and sincere. He will be fifty years old next year. Among adventurers, he is an old guy who should have retired long ago. The reason why he is still active on the front line cannot even be explained by himself. Maybe it is because he does not want to give up the feeling of adventure? After spending half a lifetime as an adventurer, who can adapt to the boring life after retirement? So he tried his best and his health failed? Then I will invite other adventurers to form a team. Even if I am deceived and abducted, I still want to continue the adventure. Don’t have enough money? It's a good idea to go to the black market and sell some contraband! "You will be punished in the end." Jack laughed at himself. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the corpse of the monster on the ground. The gargoyle was beaten to pieces and looked quite miserable. Wait, why is there only one gargoyle? When the black marketeers were thinking about the future, a dark shadow suddenly enveloped the light. "Huh?" The black marketeer looked up and saw a huge figure holding on to the stone bricks on the ceiling, staring down at them. "Is it a gargoyle?" "But why is it so big!?" "No, everyone, run away -" [Hero Gargoyle (Great Sword)] [Mental power required per unit: 600] [Life: C, Strength: C, Intelligence: D, Endurance: C-, Speed: C-, Overall combat power: C-]
Jack lay on the ground, blood splashing across his face. The new gargoyles were extremely powerful and quickly knocked the black marketeers to the ground without killing any of them. There were wailings all over the place. Jack thought this monster was coming to kill him too, but then, something beyond his comprehension happened. I saw the heroic gargoyle reaching out to him, not to kill him, but— Comparison? ? ? At this moment, Jack felt that the world had become magical. Compared to the outside world, the emotions of monsters in dungeons are somewhat suppressed, and they tend to follow their instincts to kill. Take goblins as an example. Goblins in the outside world can eat, sleep, reproduce, and build villages, but the goblins in the dungeon only know how to fight, fight, fight, have fun, and occasionally reproduce. But this does not mean that they have no desire. If you have to send the tied female knight to the goblins in the dungeon, then Don't blame the family for having so many descendants. So when adventurers entered Thane Dungeon and found that the monsters here could use tactics, they were shocked. And Biye, this kind of behavior can only be understood by intelligent creatures? The gargoyle sprinkled some potion on him, and the wound on his chest squirmed to heal, and his body regained strength. "roar" The gargoyle picked up a dagger and gave it to Jack, then pointed at the black marketeer on the ground. "You mean, let me kill them?" Jack grabbed the dagger and was at a loss. The gargoyle nodded. "Kill me quickly, it hurts so much." When the black marketeers saw him coming with a dagger, they all showed expressions of "I'm finally free." When they returned to the Resurrection House, a priest was there to treat them, which was much better than lying half-dead in the dungeon, although they didn't understand why the gargoyle wanted to spare their lives for Jack to collect their heads. But who cares what the monster thinks? The only thing that made me feel uncomfortable was that it was Jack who killed them. This old guy was actually revived by a gargoyle. What was that stupid monster thinking? This is troublesome. After resurrection, we have to catch Jack. We can't let this old guy run away. No, no, we lost Jack's teleportation crystal. Haha, this old guy is going to be killed by a monster. "." Jack was silent. He could tell what these people were thinking just by looking at their expressions. The hand holding the dagger trembled slightly. "What are you doing? Kill me quickly!" the black marketeers urged in pain. Jack slowly raised the dagger, but at this time, he did something unexpected "Why?"
I saw Jack taking off their teleportation crystals one by one. At this moment, there was deathly silence in the fortress. "Pfft——" A sneer came from Jack who couldn't help but weigh the dagger. He had never felt that holding a knife was so comfortable. "No, no, no, you can't do this, Jack!" Looking at Jack walking slowly, a group of black marketeers cried out in despair. "Didn't you urge me just now?" Jack raised his dagger and stabbed it hard. "ah!" There were no fatal injuries, and the black marketeer screamed but did not die. Another stab, still not dead. One more stab, but he didn't die. One more knife! Every scream stimulated Jack's eardrums. He trembled violently, blood spattered on his face, and he subconsciously licked his lips. It smells like rust and a little sweet. A cheerful smile appeared on his face. I don't know how many times he was stabbed, but when his whole body turned into a bloody man, the screams finally stopped. He looked at the body of the person under him, and the strong stimulation short-circuited his brain for a while. He allowed the gargoyle to grab him, walked to the fortress gate like he was holding a hand, and returned to the swamp area. The stench permeates everywhere, and the monsters "living" here are either withered or swollen and rotting like giant corpses, which is scary to look at. Gargoyles roam the swamp, monsters stay away, and only traps will be triggered. Jack looked at the scenery here in a daze. Whether it was familiar or unfamiliar, it was all imprinted in his mind. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly realized something. Is this gargoyle showing him the map here? The gargoyle was indeed showing him the map. The main lines, branch lines, shortcuts, hidden doors, traps, and ambushed monsters were all displayed in front of Jack. Why do this? Aren't you afraid that the map will be leaked? At the end, the gargoyle showed him a magical contract - a slave contract. Jack understood something and put his fingerprint on it without hesitation, becoming the slave of the gargoyle. It's hard to believe it, but the gargoyle actually showed a "pleased" expression. Then he scratched the soil with his big hand and pulled out several light spots representing different items. Among the large white light spots, a purple light spot was separated. Outwardly conspicuous. These things were laid out in front of Jack, at his disposal. "What do you want me to do?" Jack believed that the gargoyle in front of him must be intelligent, and his smooth behavior made him lower his head at this moment. If he wanted to survive, he had to be a slave.
"hehe" The gargoyle laughed hoarsely, and then Jack heard a whisper that seemed to come from hell: “Bring more people in”
