351 Appearance of the Ogres (1/2)
[UnknownThree: It's no good without a new BUG.]
[SakuraIdleChat: Don't think that you're safe because of the NPC status. The Winterfell Dungeon Lord has to become part of an Instance Dungeon eventually.]
[GreenSpinach: Predestined third Winterfell crisis.]
[NotDaytime: Are the Ogres not dead yet? Andrew has been killed, so why are they still alive?]
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The response of the gamers was enthusiastic. Bru was surprised when he saw Sherlock's updates and curiously asked, ”Lord Sherlock, do you intend to let the gamers from Victoria City participate in this battle?”
”Hmm, I think that it's a good chance for the two factions to meet. It's a good opportunity to test and do research for future management,” Sherlock said directly.
”Hmm, this is a good chance. But Lord Sherlock, how do you intend to go about it?”
”First, we have to capture an Ogre.”
Sherlock stood up and chose an old and tattered cloak, then said to Eggface, ”I'm leaving for a few days to capture an Ogre. Take care of the Dungeon, Eggface.”
The eyes of Eggface lit up, and he said, ”Ah? Lord Sherlock is going out? Remember to wear more clothes, drink more warm water, and take care of your health. Come back early, remember to come back early.”
Sherlock was about to leave, but he paused and looked at Eggface and the computer, saying, ”I feel that I have to find some work for you.”
”Ah?”
…
Victoria City had occupied half of the designated location. In actual fact, the city only occupied a small spot in the middle of the forest, with the wooden walls constructed at the boundary of the forest. According to tradition, the gamers gave the woods a nice name—Moonlight Forest.
”Is it because there is moonlight shining on the forest?”
Sherlock walked in the woods with three dazed Ogres following behind him. They were Ogres that Sherlock brought from the Ogre Stronghold.
It was a simple process, in which Sherlock found the main gate and snuck in. Then, he captured the guards at the gate, which were the three Ogres.
Bru answered Sherlock's question quickly, ”No, I feel that they want to clear the woods by the end of the month.”
”Is that so…”
Sherlock pondered for a while, but he didn't intend to probe further.
He stood in the woods and surveyed his surroundings.
”This location is good. I'll set up a few direction indicators.”
…
A small black Dung Beetle was pushing a small ball of feces to the leg of a wooden bed, and next to the bed was a man wearing metal shoes. In the dim room, one could see the deep eye sockets with dark rings on his face, which made him look like a Panda.
Lancelot sat on the side of the bed and sighed.
So tiring!
”Pom, pom, pom!”
Hasty door knocks were heard.
”Lord Lancelot, Lord Lancelot, it's time to get up and work! We're starting work!”
A commotion was heard outside the door.
”NPC, come out and work!”
”Why isn't he working?”
”This is cracking me up. In this game, the NPCs have to go to work.”
”Haven't you seen how Simba from Eternal Kingdom threw improved equipment into the furnace and announced improvement failure so that he could leave work on time?”
”Wait, what about the shattering effect? Isn't there a special effect for immediate smelting?”
”Why would I deceive you? The discussion forum members were shocked.”
”That's so funny, hahahaha!”
Lancelot sighed. He thought his job was merely to teach these construction gamers a few combat techniques and how to play war games, but he discovered he was too naive.