34 Main Plot and Sense of Mission (1/2)

The Dungeon was filled with casualties. The gamers had just experienced a horrible battle.

The gamers had been at the Spiders' Lair entrance looking at the Houndhead Men when they charged at the gamers. The gamers had been no match for the Houndhead Men and fled.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

One gamer was hugging his severed leg. Another had his arm twisted as though his shoulder was hit by a blunt object. One more gamer lay motionless on the ground. His chest was caved in and he coughed blood incessantly. Other injured comrades were dragging a few dead gamers by their feet.

The horrendous battle scene was filled with a thick stench of blood, but the gamers were still light-hearted.

”Who aggro'd the BOSS? Or was the BOSS generated by the system?”

”Seems like Arthur aggro'd the BOSS. I saw him fighting the Spiders alone, and then the Houndhead Men came out from the lair.

”I didn't expect their aggro radius to be that large. We were that far and yet they still charged at us.”

”It's hilarious. It's not about the aggro radius. We can't get rid of their Aggro. They are still lurking at the Dungeon entrance!”

”The BOSS of the Houndhead Men signaled that he would hammer all the Goblins.”

”Our tactics were wrong and too chaotic. Instead of tackling the Houndhead Men, we attacked the BOSS and got killed by his minions.”

”I'm thinking of improving all my equipment, but they are at risk of being destroyed.”

”I didn't attack the BOSS. I was fighting the minions and calling for help, but nobody came.”

”I helped you with my Short Bow and used up all my arrows!”

”D*mn your arrows. You killed a lot of our comrades. Can't you brush up on your archery?”

”Gamers with Short Bows will be blacklisted. They have killed too many of our comrades.”

”Seven-hours expedition group, anyone interested? Hahahaha!”

”Hahahaha! I can't take it. I'm going to die. I am mortally wounded, yet you made me laugh and vomit blood. Hahahaha… S*it! I'm dead!”

The gamer twisted his head and lay in his pool of blood as he perished.

Moroes stood at the Training Grounds and observed the bloody scene in shock. He was a legendary Gladiator who had assisted other Dungeon Lords, fought with Huge Dragons, Sirens and Grand Priests and witnessed the NotWearingPants nonchalantly dying. But he had not seen such a bloody scene with tens of casualties where Goblins could still be jovial.

Simba knew that the Goblins could be revived by Lord Sherlock, and he could accept that NotWearingPants was not afraid of pain and death. However, he witnessed the dying Goblins chatting casually and a Goblin who laughed to death. He thought it was no longer about courage.

Moroes' passion as a Gladiator was reignited. He wished that one day, he would be like the fearless Goblins.

The Dungeon Core Main Hall was filled with Mana ripples and the tall Lord Sherlock walked out from the Main Hall.

Sherlock returned immediately after he heard the news from Bru and obtained the details on his way back. He had also been quickly discussing possible solutions with Bru.

First, he had to chase away those Houndhead Men from the Dungeon entrance.

How could he do that? By standing there.

The Houndhead Men fled when Sherlock appeared. Inferior creatures like the Houndhead Men had an instinctive fear of the superior Devils. Sherlock did not have to exert his dominance since they had fled themselves.

When the gamers saw that the Houndhead Men had retreated, they became anxious.