PS: Some people say that there will be more updates during the Chinese New Year, so I will also play with it. Based on the existing 6313, 50 recommended one chapter, and give 1+N chapters at one time at night...

After Mo Qingyu introduced it one by one, the paladin's stinky face immediately changed to a smiling face, and there was only one second delay. This speed made Marceau admire him - he didn't expect that this guy was also an acting guy.

"Come on, beautiful and cute girls, let me take you to copy. It may be too late to get the first pass of the difficulty level, but with me here, there is absolutely no problem with the second pass." While bragging about not making drafts, this person took a triangle shield from behind, then pulled out the long sword at his waist and played a sword flower.

Faced with such a shameless paladin, Yuan covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

Seeing that a cat girl was interested in his performance, the Paladin, whose game ID was called Salontien, was even more excited. Fortunately, this guy had a natural enemy - Captain Mo Da kicked him on the skin guard: "A Guang, you guy is more reliable!"

The blunt-toe nail on the sole of the chain armor boots is not rubber. This kick is obviously painful enough. The Paladin put away his shame and followed Mo Qingyu towards the dungeon like a dead dog.

Xingzi walked to Marceau and said in a private chat: "This is an interesting guy."

"Well...but as I said, it looks a bit unreliable. I hope we can give us a surprise in the dungeon." Marceau replied, and then the cat ran over to hold his cousin, dragging Xingzi's hand to run towards the dungeon.

The girl ran while waving to the cat: "Whoever enters the door will be responsible for washing dishes for a week!"

So the cat dragged Mingmei and Mingen, who had cast a floating technique on themselves, snatched a short-legged dwarf and stepped one leg into the door of the dungeon... The moment they entered the dungeon, the world turned white, and Maso, who knew that this was a conversion to the dungeon area, was not surprised, but the paladin named A Guang looked around in surprise.

Marceau looked at his actions - to be honest, the action was good. The Paladin subconsciously used a shield to protect his left chest (protect the heart) as soon as the environment changed. He did not hold the sword but dragged it obliquely. For beginner players, this can effectively reduce the consumption of endurance. Those who are holding a few pounds of people who weigh several pounds are running around the world, either high-level players who have been liberated from their realm, or final-level rookies who can be beaten up by their farts.

A few seconds later, the cat heard someone talking, and then the voices became more and more. Finally, when the whiteness around faded away, Marceau found that his group appeared on the slum streets of Paroonst, surrounded by NPCs. A thief dressed up as an NPC on the threshold of the cottage and walked over to look at the cats and the others, and then sat back on the threshold of the cottage.

"There is no prompt, it's really strange, right?" Mo said as he signaled the team members to approach her: "You can look around. It's just like a fake slum in Paroonst City, and there's no time difference."

"There is no task prompt." Xingzi frowned. It was obvious that the sewage everywhere made the cat girl who liked to be clean and very annoying.

"It's really strange without any prompts. I personally think the system won't let us stand here like fools in a daze, right?" Although Cardolly said that, he was still equipped with a shield and a one-handed axe.

"I also think so. The system letting us appear in a slum area is telling us the location of the clues, but the slum area is so big... where will the clues be?" Yan shared the city map in his hand with his teammates.

"Obviously, it won't be a bar. Although there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in that place, it is obvious that there is nothing we want. After all, trafficking of grassland elves is a serious crime." Cardoli said in a low voice.

"Maybe we should go to the Thieves Guild to try our luck, of course I won't go in, because I heard that the Thieves Guild is more chaotic and the atmosphere there is not suitable for me." Jin Shanshan A Guang shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

The Supreme Paladin is a good camp of orderly and kindness. His relationship with the Thieves Guild can be described as tense. Marceau felt that if this guy rushed in casually, he might have to be stabbed.

"Marceau, what do you think."

"I think we should first reconnaissance and see what strange people or things are in the slums... I think the system should not let us run around in the slums like headless flies." Marceau said. Although he didn't know what this mission was, this is the standard first step for all mutated dungeons. Players usually see the trigger point of the mission after walking a while.

The only difference is whether this trigger point has been triggered by players.

"Marceau is right. The slums are mixed with dragons and snakes. The system throws us here, definitely not letting us feel the chaos and dirtyness here..." As she said this, everyone in the team heard the curse from afar.

"It's the voice of the gnoll." Xingzi was the first to identify the genre user who was dislodged.

Regarding her distinction, Marceau nodded. The relationship between cats and werewolves is not good. In fact, it can be said that cats and all canine creatures have bad relationships. Fierce wars between cats and dogs occur frequently. However, usually, gnolls with only witch doctors are always beaten by cats with priests, shamans, druids and paladins.

Gnolls are born with robbers, and even the kobolds hate these relatives, so why are there gnolls in the slums?

Just as the cat was thinking this way, he saw a small grassland elf emerge from the crowd in the distance. This little guy was wearing simple clothes that seemed to be made of a linen bag, with mud on his face and blood on his body, but judging from the way he ran all his might, the blood should not belong to him.

"Save that child!" Mo Qingyu shouted.

Marceau rushed towards the little guy first, looking at the pursuers who appeared in sight, the cat immediately shouted out their number: "Three zombies! There are four humans!"

Yuan walked two steps forward and took out the compound bow to pull out an arrow from the quiver: "Do you want to attack?"

"At any time to attack..." As the regiment commander, Mo Qingyu also held a light crossbow: "Cadolly! You cover Mingmei and Mingen! A Guang! Go up and help! Xingzi, you are shortstop, Yan, you follow us!"

The little guy might be too tired or tripped by something. He was running and plunged into the mud and water. Marceau had to pull out the will of the sinker, and shouted in the prairie elf, "Stand up! Come to me!"

The Catman and the Grassland Elves had a good relationship, so when he heard his familiar native language, the little guy who had climbed up from the mud immediately ran to Marceau, strangely because he did not answer.

"Masce! Free attack!" The order from home was passed behind him, so the cat pulled out of the counterweight flying axe bag and threw it out.

The little guy was also sensible. When he saw Marceau's movements, he immediately hugged his head and squatted down. So he flew towards her and hit the forehead of a werewolf behind her. The bastard immediately fell to the ground.

"Kill this cat!"

"revenge!"

The other two werewolfs immediately howled and rushed towards Marceau.

Two arrows knocked down the former, and the moment the latter passed over the former, two gunshots knocked the werewolf into a storm, turning around in the air, and finally splashed a pool of mud and water.

At this time, the little guy finally ran to Marceau. He frowned and started to cry. But he didn't say anything, making the cat feel a little too uneasy: "Little guy, open your mouth."

So the little guy opened his mouth obediently, with only half of his tongue in the exposed mouth. Marceau immediately understood that the traffickers in the game liked the most was to cut off the tongues of the disobedient grassland elves children.

"You foreigners! Return that child!" The four humans obviously did not learn from the werewolf's lesson. They ran to the cat and said harshly: "We are from the Blood Hand Brotherhood!"

"Bloody Mom!" The cat's counterweight flying axe fell on the head of the companion beside the caller with a roar. The cat's most annoying thing in the game is human traffickers. Now someone hit the gun, how can he turn it over if he doesn't kill him? "They cut off the little guy's tongue! Leave that guy's life, kill the others!"

So the next second, the other two companions of the guy who spoke harshly fell into trouble and were knocked to the ground by two arrows and two single-headed bullets. Considering the landing point of the arrow on his head and the large wound that the single-headed bullet took out on his chest, it was obviously unsuccessful.
Chapter completed!