King from scratch

Of course, most intelligent creatures in contact with demons have had this kind of foreboding, which has nothing to do with their strength or weakness, and is simply related to the low morality of demons.

Nubida quickly drove the players out of the administrative bureau, skillfully as if they were shepherding sheep.

As soon as he was far away from the area where the king was, Nubida immediately returned to his original nature and glanced critically at the players: "You want to see Lincoln?"

Dozens of players crowded together, under the glance of Nubida, they looked more and more like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, pitiful, weak and helpless.

Whenever there is a choice, the player will not choose the devil, the main reason is that there is no choice...

So players look at me, I look at you, and choose a warrior to face the devil.

Dudu coughed, pulled up the banner and said, "The king..."

Nubida didn't need to hide it this time. He rolled his eyes: "I've been wanting to say this since just now, it's unnecessary! Even if you see Lincoln, so what? Can you change anything?"

The players thought for two seconds, and had to admit that the devil was right. Since the king said that Lincoln refused his help, it was even more impossible to be moved by the players' few words.

The beeping voice was a little softer: "Then we have no other way."

"Of course there are other ways," Nubida said disdainfully, "It's just because you are too weak to even enter the Everfree Forest, and you are still trying to bring back the druids? I think you can give up this mission..."

Nubida squinted at the player: "What do you think tree people are good for?"

The players stared silently at the most insignificant demon, feeling that the other party was completely unqualified to say this.

"Nubida." Zhe's voice sounded from not far away.

The player watched Nubida's face change instantly, from impatient to enthusiastic smile: "Hey, Zhe? What? Is there anything else the king wants me to do?"

"The king doesn't have time to pay attention to such small things." Zhe glanced at the players who were looking at them, frowned slightly, and quickly let go: "But you'd better do it beautifully."

"Huh?" Nubida uttered a single syllable to express his doubts.

Zhe Pu said: "The king attaches great importance to players."

Nubida followed Zhe's gaze to look at the little lambs, and instantly understood what he meant: "Of course, they have proved that they are worthy of the king's attention."

At least after going through the experience of the Arcane Academy, no one will regard the player's weakness as real weakness.

After reminding Nubida, Zhe turned and went back to the Administration Bureau.

Nubida stared at his back for a few seconds, and muttered to himself, "This guy is really annoying."

Players who were innocently involved in conflicts between npcs: I heard nothing.

Under normal circumstances, players will be curious about the development of the plot that seems to have hidden tasks, but considering that one of them is Nubida, the players' curiosity is completely dispelled.

Hidden missions related to demons?Sorry, pass.

Nubida waited for a few seconds, before the players could argue, showing a disappointed expression: "You are not enthusiastic about me at all now."

The players all showed terrified expressions: Don't talk nonsense, when have we been warm to you?

Nubida learned the players' inner thoughts from their expressions, and after a disappointed expression changed, he suddenly became happy again, humming a little song, and led the players towards the outside of the main city.

He is in a good mood—although players often exceed the devil's expectations and are even dangerous to the devil, the pleasure they bring to the devil is far stronger than other races.

If you tease it casually, you will make a pleasant response, and the routine is also very easy.

Nubida thought regretfully, if the number of players was less and the threat to the demons was less, it would be perfect.

"But there is one thing I've always been curious about," Nubida said casually, "I don't know why, some players are particularly enthusiastic about me..."

He glanced at the faces of the players who couldn't hide their thoughts at all: "Last time someone told me that she wanted to be my mother."

The phrase "she wants to be my mother" fell into the player's ears, and after being translated by country setting 4, it automatically became "she is my mother's fan".

"National setting 4: In your kingdom, the language used by your people is the common language."

The lingua franca can only be translated as perfectly as possible, and it is impossible to create words that do not exist in other worlds out of thin air. After all, the birth of each word has its own unique cultural factors. In a different world without stars and fans, mother fans The word became a serious provocation.

Of course, the players know nothing about this.

The players looked around at each other, and some couldn't help muttering: "Why are star chasing girls everywhere?"

One player started the game, and the other players immediately followed up and began to complain to themselves.

"This is not one of those PC games with a well-defined plot. Look, Nubida will remember this."

"Nubida has a mother fan?"

"Nubida has won the most beautiful npc list in holographic games for several consecutive times. What's so strange about having a mother fan?"

"Actually... I think he's really pretty."

"That's great, how about giving you a chance to get in touch with your idol? Then you come to communicate with Nubida?"

"No, no, face can't be eaten, the task is more practical."

Nubida didn't interrupt their whispering, and took information from their conversation with great interest, and even inserted into their conversation thoughtfully: "So, because I'm good-looking, they..." Lida thought about the wording: "Want to get close to me?"

The whispering player fell silent for a moment, because the person being discussed inserted into the conversation and didn't know how to react.

Nubida seemed unaware of the sudden quiet atmosphere, and was still thinking: "Do they want to have physical communication with me?"

The term sounds a little strange, but in context...

"No, no, no," Dudu crazily denied, for fear that something unsuitable for children would suddenly appear in this game of all ages: "It's just that some players simply admire you."

Nubida glanced at the player who was waving his hands frantically, and could truly feel the panic of the other party.

The race of players reacts so strongly to physical communication?

However, considering that he has never seen players perform this kind of behavior, it is very possible that this race does not have the ability to communicate physically.

While thinking about it, Nubida casually said, "Just admiring me? This is really rare."

He looked at the player in front of him: "So, you are so indifferent because you don't appreciate me?"

Players don't know why they want to dwell on this topic, do demons have narcissistic qualities?Angry because the players weren't enthusiastic enough about him?

But in all fairness, apart from face control, who would appreciate a race with such low moral standards?

Among this group of disordered beings, there are even some who appreciate the existence of demons just because of their appearance.

It's unimaginable enough, at least for another world.

A peaceful world can develop a fanatical pursuit of appearance, but in a world where strength is paramount, appearance, as a bonus item, rarely has an absolute advantage, let alone the devil.

Even if appearance is a plus item, it can only become a deduction item for the devil.

No one ever forgets a bad quirk just because they're good looking.

But players can.

This is enough to prove the degree of madness of the players.

After a few minutes of silence in the conversation, Dudu reluctantly answered his question: "We don't think appearance is very important."

Nubida stepped out of the main city and waited for the next train.

The empty train is extraordinarily quiet because there are no players.

"That means you are a little more sensible than them," Nubida got the answer to the question of why a group of players are particularly interested in him, turned his attention back to the king's mission, remembered Zhecai's appearance, and muttered: "I have to find a way to trick that guy."

Nubida didn't give the players a chance to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and directly threw the question to them: "Do you have any good solutions?"

A player asked weakly: "Is that guy Zhe?"

"Don't you think he is annoying?" Nubida observed the player's expression and said, "His Majesty the King didn't say anything, he asked for so much..."

The players hadn't had much contact with Zhe, and when they heard Nubida's question, they all showed blank expressions.

Could there be an npc more annoying than a demon?

Dudu recalled the conversation between Caizhe and Nubida below. Zhe came to put pressure on the demon, in other words, he was on the player's side.

"I think he's pretty good." After reaching this conclusion, Dudu made a decisive decision: "And it seems that he has a high status with the king..."

It's not that Dudu looked down on the devil, but the devil was too quick in front of the king.

Nubida could not listen to such words: "I am not inferior to the king."

Players: Just be happy.

"No, your expressions..." Nubida rolled up his sleeves: "Are you looking down on demons?"

"No, no," another player hurriedly started to put out the fire: "We think you're right."

Nubida rolled back his sleeves unhurriedly, confidently: "Then help me kill him."

"Cough cough cough" cough sounds everywhere.

Dudu glanced at the notification bar that didn't jump out of the new mission at all, and then glanced at the train parked in Xinshou Village. After confirming that this was just a devil's bad taste, not a formal mission, he resolutely changed the subject: " We don't have much time, I hope to contact Druid as soon as possible, can this joke stop here?"

In this group of players, there is actually a guy who is barely interesting.

Nubida never stuck his neck in pointless insistence, that's what dwarves like to do, and the devil is best at admitting it frankly.

Just like at this moment, Nubida walked towards the train, and said as he walked: "Just kidding..." He turned his head and looked at the other players: "You don't think I really want to kill him, do you?"

The players looked at Nubida blankly.

No one is surprised what the devil does.

Nubida walked into Novice Village, walked towards a place he was familiar with, and made a final conclusion about the disorder of the players: the king is still firmly in control of everything, and even the craziest players still abide by his rules. rule.

Completely flawless.

Fortunately I am not his enemy.

The devil pushed open the door of the small villa, and the strangely-shaped demons covering the entire ground cast their gazes at him one after another. Seeing a large group of players behind him, each of them turned over, barely leaving a way for them to walk. road.

Kenti, who was standing by the window, woke up from his sleep, caught a glimpse of this scene, and was furious: "Why did you bring so many players back?"

"The task of the king." Nubida didn't take the path that the demons let out at all, and stepped on a bunch of demons to walk back to his position - the chair facing the drawing board in the center of the living room.

"I think..." Dudu looked at the demons all over the floor, and stopped: "Why don't you go directly to the Everfree Forest?"

Nubida stretched out his hand and leaned on his chin in meditation, and looked at Dudu.

Dudu explained: "Aren't we going to find Lincoln?"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, just wait for me." Nubida said, opening a black hole with his bare hands, and disappeared in front of them.

A question mark appeared on the heads of the players.

In the next second, the demon pulled a figure, wrapped in vines and with a bunch of leaves stuck in it, and walked out of the black hole.

A question mark once again appeared on the players' heads.

Nubida threw away the figure in his hand, pulled off the vines and leaves on his body, and muttered to himself: "This is the trouble in the Everlasting Forest. Stay a little longer, and everything will jump on you."

The player watched the devil pull out the undefended leaves, and watched the devil pull off the vines wrapped around his body like decorations, and then watched the devil throw away the small flowers that were firmly attached to his skin. Ruo saw how he died at the hands of these seemingly harmless plants before.

That's not how they behaved back then, on the contrary, a single leaf was enough to easily give the player a free return to the city.

But on the devil, these are like decorations, and they have no other purpose other than decoration.

The players opened their mouths and closed them again.

The problem of the power system imbalance between npc and players is not a day or two. It is normal for an npc to be stronger than them.

Players have no idea what it is like to bring back a living druid from the Everfree Forest unscathed by Nubida.

Breaking into Everfree is not the same concept as bringing back a druid from Everfree.

The unlucky ghost Lincoln, who was suddenly taken away from the endless forest, coughed twice, recovered from the space teleportation, he glanced at the surrounding environment, and quickly locked on Nubida.

"I'm assuming this isn't some kind of silly joke?" Lincoln fished out an inconspicuous little pocket from his personal space, and reached into it, threateningly: "Otherwise I don't promise that I will exercise restraint in the future. "

Nubida can always counsel just right, so that it is difficult for people to have a clear definition of his force value.

"Of course I'm not joking," Nubida signaled to the players, "They want to chat with you."

Lincoln turned his head to look at the players, his eyebrows frowned: "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

Seeing that the opponent gave all the players a negative [-] favorability at the beginning of the game, Dudu tried to save the dialogue that was about to fail: "The tree man wants you to return to the kingdom."

"I've said no to you." Lincoln repeated his previous rejection: "We will never go back without a fight."

"But the tree man..." Dudu hesitated, but continued: "He doesn't seem to support your actions."

"Wow." Nubida gloated and uttered a single syllable, and took a step back happily.

His reaction made Dudu quickly realize that she had said the wrong thing.

The consequences of saying the wrong words are also very direct. A green shadow suddenly sprang out from the empty floor, brushing past the players, and white light suddenly appeared wherever it passed, but in the blink of an eye, the players crowded at the door They were nowhere to be seen—all resurrected.

After sending off the obstructive players, Lincoln turned to look at Nubida.

Nubida spread his hands: "The king's order, I'm not interested in such big troubles as the Everfree Forest."

Lincoln glanced in the direction of the main city: "I have already refused the king's help."

Nubida didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "As one of the countless druids? Or as the new owner of the Everlasting Forest?"

Lincoln's tone sank: "The Everfree Forest has no master, it belongs to the creatures in the entire Everfree Forest."

Nubida looked at the other party with the eyes of "this guy's brain is not easy": "Obviously the king did not accept your rejection. You don't think the king is a big brother who is easy to talk about?"

That's a conqueror who is facing the Arcane Academy head-on, and at the same time sending iron ants to Chen Bing to conquer the border. Isn't it a bit too unrealistic to expect the druid to retreat a million soldiers with a simple refusal?

Lincoln fell silent.

The resurrected players in the distance are rushing here.

Nubida seized the time and said before the players came to disrupt the situation: "Remind you, it is enough to show the king's kindness that the iron-eating ants did not directly enter the Everfree Forest."

Speaking of this, Lincoln's expression became more serious: "The iron-eater ant is a destructive existence, and no druid will allow it to enter the Everfree Forest to destroy everything."

He looked at Nubida: "Tell the king for me that once the iron-eating ants enter the Everfree Forest, the internal strife among the druids will automatically stop, and we will all speak out."

Nubida muttered: "There is something wrong with my brain. It's not that you haven't seen the current situation of the Arcane Academy. The mages have been forced to sue for peace. Do you want to repeat what happened to them? Don't forget, you are supporting The king's side."

"I support the king because of the king's promise, not because of the king's threats."

The conversation completely collapsed, Lincoln opened a black hole casually, and before stepping into the black hole, he warned Nubida: "The Everfree Forest is not an arcane academy that relies on ether, and you know better than us how far we can do it. "

Nubida watched Lincoln leave angrily, touched his chin, and heard the players rushing over, and there were noisy discussions.

"Where are the NPCs?"

"Leaving? No, what about our mission?"

"This task, I think it is impossible to complete."

"This twists and turns have completely blocked all possibilities to complete the task."

The pain of the players brought joy to Nubida. While tasting the pain of the players, Nubida thought about Lincoln's last words.

To what extent a druid can do, he really knows very well.

During the period from the second era to the third era, the druids were most active. They were active on the mainland, advocating the idea of ​​protecting nature, and even had conflicts with various races for this.

And after angering all the races on the mainland, the druids were able to retreat completely and stick to the endless forest. The reason is very simple, they are really strong.

The druids' silence after the third era was not because of their previous defeats, but because they didn't want to provoke another continent-wide war, so they chose to isolate themselves.

Nubida enjoyed the pain of the players for a few seconds, and then quickly became bored with it. Pain is the most boring emotion because it is very easy to create.

Nubida likes the more challenging ones.

"That's not necessarily the case," Nubida interjected amidst the wailing voices of the players, "There is another way to help you complete the treant's task and bring back the Druid."

The players turned their heads to look at the devil in unison. Although this sentence sounded like the sound of nature, considering that it was the devil who said this, the sound of nature turned into bad news in an instant.

After a few seconds of silence, the players turned their heads again, ignored the demon together, and continued to howl.

"It's over, can't you go to the king again? I don't think he will see us anymore."

"Go to the forum and ask?"

"I think I still gave up. This task is not like what we can accomplish at our current level."

"Don't give up lightly, this is an opportunity to become a druid!"

"But the mission difficulty is too outrageous, isn't it?"

Nubida was a little dissatisfied: "Didn't I say there are other ways?"

The players ignored him.

"Could it be that we missed some key clue?"

"Isn't that possible? We all ran back to find the tree man, and we've already met this druid. What else can we miss?"

"Iron-eating ants?"

"Didn't the king say that he respects the druid's will? Does that mean that you don't want to eat iron ants?"

"Can iron-eating ants communicate? Didn't the king say that the migration of iron-eating ants is a seasonal movement?"

"Why are you so naive? Do you really believe this rhetoric?"

"You mean...?"

"Are we throwing Iron Eater Ants into the Everfree Forest?"

"Let's not talk about how big this task is. After all, the number of iron-eating ants is there. Let's talk about another point. You also saw the scene where the iron-eating ants crawled back by themselves. When the time comes, you can throw one away. It would be interesting if an iron-eating ant crawled back."

During the debate among the players, Nubida sighed: "I really have a good idea."

Dudu didn't know when he squatted next to Nubida, hearing the words sneakily and said: "So, what is a good way?"

Voila, hooked.

Nubida turned his head and showed a bright smile at Dudu: "Anyway, there is always a winner or loser in internal strife. In the stalemate stage, both sides think they will win, so they can reject the king's kindness, but if they are about to lose, the situation is different. gone."

He winked at Dudu: "after all, he has to find a way for him to win."

Dudu was thoughtful: "Then what is the way to win?"

"Of course I asked the kingdom for help." Nubida lowered her voice and enthusiastically explained to her: "The two groups of druids who fought didn't just have differences on how to treat the kingdom. Their differences were much deeper than that. Once a conflict breaks out, it is very difficult to compromise with the other party.”

Nubida also friendly explained to Dudu: "Guess, why did the treant give you such a task?"

Dudu expressed their previous judgment uncertainly: "Because he is on the side of the kingdom?"

"No, it's because he knows that if the two sides really fight, many druids will die." Nubida spread his hands and said: "This tree man should be quite young, so he is so enthusiastic about trying to intervene. Conflict among druids."

Dudu became more and more unsure of what the demon wanted to do: "But what does it have to do with us completing the mission?"

Dudu guessed: "We want to prevent them from fighting?"

"No, on the contrary, you have to let them fight as soon as possible, the more intense the better." Nubida showed a demonic smile under Dudu's surprised gaze: "In this way Lincoln can lose quickly, he lost Only then will he seek the help of the kingdom, and it is time for you to complete the mission when he seeks the help of the kingdom."

Dudu stared at Nubida's perfect face for two seconds, and for a moment understood the reason why the devil is a devil.

Behind the devil's cowardly and despicable appearance, there is a sharp edge that kills without blood.