After becoming a god, I became the dog planner in the mouth of the players

but.

Since this is a battle to weigh the players and decide how Dawn City will get along with the players in the future, he will naturally investigate carefully!

Most importantly, if possible, Mark hopes that this group of so-called "players" will not exist.

If His Majesty the God King really needs braves, the warriors in Dawn City are fully capable of doing it.

At this moment, Mark Spencer noticed something strange.

"John, listen to what those 'players' in the northeast corner are saying!"

"Yes."

The trainee knight named John immediately held his sword in front of him, and a pocket elf immediately floated beside him.

Different from the cute painting style of Mona Elf, the elf floating in front of John has an old face and looks like an octogenarian.

The clothes are even more crude and conservative, completely incompatible with dreams and beauty.

John: "Grandpa Tim, I'm going to trouble you again."

I saw old Tim yawning and said impatiently, "Little bastard, you're making the old man work like crazy... so noisy..."

Old Tim covered his ears with an ugly expression on his face.

"Have people invaded the inner city? You bunch of trash!"

"You've worked hard, and this time, please keep monitoring those monsters."

John was polite and had no intolerance for old Tim's rudeness.

Obviously, he was no stranger to old Tim's bad attitude.

Old Tim glared at John, but didn't say anything more, just started chanting the spell.

【Sharp eagle eyes, ears that catch the wind, I am a famous detective. 】

[Listen, scout captain on standby. 】

[Appear, echo the voices of all directions. 】

As the old man chanted the mantra, circles of invisible ripples spread out in all directions with Old Tim as the core.

In just a few breaths, the sound wave returned and returned to Old Tim's palm.

Just like a player, with the ups and downs of a burst of notes, the words of the players are all played again.

"Hahaha, Monk, the sixth child, is like a magnet. In the first wave of arrow rain just now, not a single one wasted!"

"I don't even know the fucking mother. Isn't this better than the scarecrow borrowing arrows from the straw boat?"

"It's a pity not to insert a few more arrows with the monk's body size!"

"I feel sorry for the monk for a second, hahahaha!"

"I'm an archer. Due to the monk's reason, the arrows are now successfully replenished...Thanks for the gift of nature!"

"666666......"

Everyone on the arrow tower looked at each other.

Is this... schadenfreude? !

The monk... seems to be their comrade-in-arms, right?

Although they despised the ruthlessness of these demons, the soldiers were still a little shocked by their "life and death" sentiment.

Could it be that these monsters who call themselves "players" really don't need to pay any price for their resurrection?

How can it be? !

Mark Spencer had no expression on his face, but his heart grew more and more contemptuous.

Player... Brave?

No, they don't deserve it!

He will not resist His Majesty's will, but he can tell His Majesty through this battle that even if they want to accept those ridiculous players, these can only serve as the most ordinary fighters.

It is absolutely impossible to obtain the title of knight and become the commander-in-chief of the army!

At this moment, there was another echo in the palm of the old man.

"Damn it, I took another arrow in the knee. Is this still the novice mission on the first day of server opening? My mentality has collapsed!"

"Those little soldiers who shoot arrows are really fucking dogs. They hide behind the arrow pile. He can attack me, but my little short hand can't attack them at all...Game experience -100!"

"Oh, my chrysanthemum...it's over, I'm not pure anymore!"

"Why is it not pure? Let uncle come and check your body!"

"Look, there are perverts!"

"Hey, which dog planned and designed this garbage game? Why are those little soldiers so thieves?"

"Sure enough, once a person becomes a planner, he will turn bad!"

"Man and dog are indeed enemies of life and death!"

"..."

Players, you talk to me, and the swear words continue.

The soldiers on the arrow tower were very happy to hear it. They were all members of the army, and no one was more civilized than the other.

If you really want to swear, they are also experts in it, and they can even do it all day and night without repeating the same thing.

but.

There's a word called... impotent rage!

For fighters, the more "civilized and elegant" the words are, the more they represent that they are desperate but helpless!

Mark Spencer looked contemptuous, and his mood became more and more cheerful.

That's right, that's it!

Dawn City does not need players who have not made any contribution to the city to be brave!

What's more, just now he finally understood what the word "player" meant by His Majesty the God King.

Using Dawn as a playground... What are you kidding? !

Mark: "Check out other directions."

"Yes."

John tacitly investigated the Quartet.

Soon, they were getting feedback from everywhere.

The feedback is basically the same, and most of them are similar to "game experience minus N", "mentality collapsed", "garbage games ruin my youth" and the like.

Similar to Mark Spencer, several other knights also obtained similar information.

This is the brave man His Majesty the God King placed high hopes on?

Doesn't it seem to be as powerful as imagined?

But at this moment, Cavalier Mark Spencer's eyes widened suddenly.

It was John's elf old Tim who sent back a startling message.

"Hey, the enemy's arrow rain is too fierce, and the cover is hard to find. We must find a shield that can block the arrows!"

"Shield? Isn't this ready-made, everyone, get up and remove some door panels to use!"

"Haha, I found an outdoor table and chairs, I'm going to get them!"

The players talked to each other, but the mentality of the knights and soldiers suddenly couldn't calm down.

At the moment when the sun is extinguished, the glow of the tower of the sun is the core source of power for the growth of all things.

However, this has also resulted in extremely scarce plants. It is not an exaggeration to say that "the door panel is handed down for three generations, and the furniture is handed down forever".

Having a decent wooden door is definitely something to boast about in Dawn City.

The soldiers hiding in various places were anxious, and suggested to the officers one after another, words such as "My lord, give the order" appeared endlessly for a while.

It is absolutely stupid to exchange human life for dead things!

but.

Unable to hold back, the senior knights knew that the soldiers would not die, and their mentality was a little unstable for a while.

Door panels, furniture, especially wood, it's not wood, it's money!

If they were really set on fire by those prodigal bastards, they would have nowhere to cry.

At this time, the Cavaliers received complaints from the players again.

"Wori, these houses are all non-interactive objects, and the door panels cannot be disassembled at all!"

"The table turned out to be the same, planners are real dogs!"

"Could it be that the answer for the version 1.0 of the dawn is Daddy Shield?"

Unlike the players whose mentality exploded, the knights were in a good mood.

His Majesty the God King still loves them!

It seems that the so-called players are the hawk dogs held by His Majesty the God King, who is allowed to bite and not allowed to be bitten, His Majesty the God King has already made arrangements!

But soon, the mentality of the knights and the soldiers exploded again.

"I just took a pee in the house, hahahahaha, I have confirmed that you can take off your pants in a private place, you can try...you don't need to thank me!"

"I've just found a loaf of black bread in the house, and it's disgusting!"

"I found a jar of water, drank a few sips, it was bitter and astringent, and I didn't get experience points, bad review!"

"I found an unwashed women's dress..."

"abnormal!"

"..."

Since the players broke into the residents' homes, the whole painting style is not right.

The eyes of the soldiers and knights widened in disbelief.

The goddamn human-shaped demon is simply insane. He will never do bad things, and he will never do anything related to people!

"Master Knight, give an order, as long as I can kill this group of demons, even if I lose my life, I will not hesitate!"

"My lord, give the order!"

"grown ups!"

All the soldiers were furious and petitioned one after another, not wanting to snipe and hunt like this again.

They want to punish those villains with a ruthless hammer in the most vicious gesture!

However, several knights hesitated.

Generals should not raise their troops in anger, and survive the last days. They understand the necessity of calmness too well.

Obviously, they are completely irritated by this group of players now!

It is unwise to raise troops rashly.

At this time, another "loud conspiracy" of the players reached the ears of the knights.

"The dog is planning to be cruel. I can't find anything that can be used as a shield. I just saw a lot of NPCs hiding in the house. Why don't we drive them out and use them as human shields!"

Mark Spencer: "..."

Theodore Joel: "..."

Freddie: "..."

Olena Beatriz: "..."

Martina's deputy head looked cold, and with the help of Mona's elf Hilda, she sent a message to everyone, "I know the players can't die, but those 'Galen whispered' guys just kept killing them!"

"Yes."

In an instant, the entire Dawn City came alive.