Chapter 92 Real High Pressure (Subscription Request)
[Explosive Scale Dragon]
[Each unit's required mental strength:? ]
【Comprehensive combat effectiveness: C++】
A dragon, a beautiful and powerful creature.
Everything about it is perfect, mysterious, cruel, like a tyrant. The dragon flames burn everything, and the bonfire shows that the immortal ancient dragon once ruled the world.
Roger couldn't help but think of his childhood.
That year, he read a fairy tale with his childhood sweetheart. The book told the story of a dragon that kidnapped a princess, and a brave man who, at the request of the king, overcame all obstacles and rescued the princess.
The story was very old-fashioned. The only thing that impressed him was that the names of the characters were long and difficult to pronounce, but there was a strange and magical rhythm when they were read out.
After reading the story, his childhood sweetheart blushed and asked him, "If I were kidnapped by a dragon, would you come to save me?"
Roger only remembered that his answer was "I will!", but he seemed to be thinking something else. What was he thinking? He couldn't remember.
The explosions brought by the Exploding Scale Dragon were large and dense. He was forced to use Flash continuously, and his magic power reserves dropped rapidly, showing signs of fatigue.
Logically speaking, he should release the female fire dragon to fight alongside it, but forget it. They can't win even if they attack together. Even if all the members of the exploration team are here, it's hard to say who will win.
The workers had all died long ago, and the only living creatures left at the scene were a man and a dragon.
When Flash finally went wrong and his body became unable to move, the Explosive Scale Dragon let out a long roar and swooped down like a cannonball.
Roger didn't dodge or evade, but calmly opened his arms as if he wanted to hug the Explosive Dragon. It was so cool to die in the hands of a dragon.
Oh, now I remember what I was thinking at that time -
If you are really kidnapped by a dragon, then I will definitely set out to rescue the dragon you have charmed and become its partner to go on adventures together!
Really, why was my EQ so low back then?
Roger's consciousness fell into darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the resurrection house as expected.
"Why is it so messy?"
When he sat up, holding his splitting headache in his hands, he heard a noisy sound in the resurrection house, with everyone shouting.
What's going on? Why is there so much noise?
"Hurry up, hurry up, ten more are coming back!" the nun shouted.
"I can't save them all, I really can't save them all, I don't have enough magic power!" The old pastor made a weak voice.
"Why did so many people die today?" The staff of the Resurrection House shouted in unison.
"Sir," Roger turned around and saw a nun with a sweaty face saying to him, "Since you are awake, please come down quickly. There are too many dead today and there are not enough beds."
"oh oh."
He quickly got off the bed and watched the nun move a corpse covered with rock fragments onto the bed. She then turned around to move other corpses, but as soon as she moved one, the teleportation crystal sent a bunch of corpses back. Even if she used magic, it would be too late to move them all.
Everyone was so busy that they had to temporarily move the bodies that could not be dealt with outside. The resurrection house could no longer hold them!
People passing by gathered here to watch the excitement and enthusiastically discussed why so many people died today.
Ever since the incident in the Senn dungeon, the Resurrection House has been very busy and the death toll has increased dramatically. However, today, an unusually large number of people died, and they all died at the same time period, which naturally caused a rush hour-like congestion.
The priests and nuns thought they were used to high-intensity work, but they didn't expect that now was the real "high-intensity" time!
Roger rubbed his eyebrows, and when his headache eased a little, he suddenly realized that all the dead people were actually workers of the Bed family!
Some of them were killed by the huge force, some were pierced with rocks, some were blown to pieces, and some were burned to charcoal.
The way he died is comparable to that of Onix and Raptor.
Roger understood.
It seems that the workers went mining as usual, but encountered new monsters that appeared in the dungeon and were collectively killed in one wave.
Although it was immoral, he felt a sense of gloating.
No, you can't laugh, these workers are innocent. Hehehe, Count Philip is going to be in big trouble.
As if to make up for his own good deeds, he also joined the ranks of helpers and became a volunteer.
The culprits are the nobles. The workers are just trying to make a living. It would be good for them to revive and rest as soon as possible.
Soon, the news that new monsters appeared in the Sen Dungeon, causing the mass death of workers, spread like wildfire and quickly reached the ears of the adventurers who were still queuing at the portal.
Everyone's response was surprisingly consistent: Good! Good! Good!
It's really satisfying. There's nothing more satisfying than seeing the annoying lord lose all his money!
When the news spread throughout the city, there was even a small number of workers queuing up to enter the underground city, and these hundreds of workers had not yet all entered.
When they heard that all the people in front of them were dead and that everyone who went in would die, the remaining people were so scared that they dared not go in again. No matter how the guards threatened them, only a very small number of people dared to go in.
The men soon met at the Resurrection House.
"I'm not going to do this anymore. How could anyone want to do a job that will lead to death?"
"I died just the day before yesterday, and I was forced to come here again today. If I die again, I will get sick."
"Damn it, I have to go in, my family still owes money,"
Chaos. There was chaos near the dungeon portal that the guards could not control.
No matter how much threats or inducements are offered, no one is willing to do something that will result in a certain death. Even if they can be resurrected, they will have to bear the consequences themselves.
The workers’ wages are a combination of a very low basic wage plus the amount of mining. If they die upon entering the dungeon and don’t get any minerals, it would be a huge loss!
The Light Eagles who were present, including the captain who had spotted Roger earlier, sneered and said, "What a bunch of rabble."
The guards dared to be angry but not to speak out. Everyone had heard of the reputation of the Light Eagle Group. Not only had they made meritorious contributions in many wars between countries, but their leaders were all powerful. It was said that their leader had single-handedly hunted a monster that only gold-level adventurers were qualified to challenge some time ago. Many captains had also been given the title of "Beast Slayer".
The more chaotic the scene became, the more excited the adventurers became. Someone timidly asked, "All the workers are dead. Will we also die after we go in?"
"What does it matter if I die? It's worth it to see a powerful monster!"
"Yeah, I only dare to challenge monsters stronger than me in the dungeon. If I die on the surface, I won't have the money to revive."
An adventurer challenged, "Hey, guards over there, do you dare to go in and kill the monsters to defend the dignity of your lord? Hahahaha."
"They are just a bunch of cowards. How dare they compare themselves with us brave adventurers?"
The guards clenched their fists, and the leader of the guards pleaded with the captain of the Light Eagle Team:
"Mr. Gurka, please help us, the situation is out of control,"
Gelka glanced at him without saying anything, but just one look was enough to make the guard leader feel like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, and his knees trembled.
"For your lord's sake,"
Finally, Golka took a step forward, raised his arm, and pressed his palm downward.
"Shut up."
An understatement, however.
The scene fell eerily silent, like a silent pantomime.
(End of this chapter)
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