This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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Is this the sacrifice this time? It feels so strange.

The woman who walked in was not carrying any weapons.

She was wearing a close-fitting bodysuit, wrapped in the brown cape of rangers, and her hands were covered with bandages.

The most noticeable thing is her long and narrow ears, which shows that the other party is not a human being, but an elf.

Looking at the three slimes in front of him, the elf said to a person dressed as a priest behind him, Can I chat with them for a while?

Although the opponent was wearing a thick robe, the three slimes could still feel the priest's disgusted gaze.

Five minutes, don't talk too much nonsense.

Well, thank you very much.

After sending the priest away, the elf sat cross-legged in front of the three slimes, rubbed the QR code and asked, Your hand feels so good. What kind of species are you? I seem to have eaten it before.

You and I seem to have seen it before. The senior player Wang Lang said with a frown. Strange, I have a good memory. I should remember someone like you after seeing it once. But now it's so strange, I can't remember it. .”

Ah, that's the problem with my restriction. I don't know what this restriction is for, and I don't know which god I signed the restriction with, but its effect is to make my memory worse, and it will also make me The memory of the people I interacted with also became very poor.

Hearing the effect of this restriction, the professor at the side began to speculate on what this restriction was for.

They had obviously seen this elf, but they couldn't connect each other with a certain elf in memory.

Players have seen very few elves. There is a half-elf Neil, a half-elf Elizabeth, and an elf...

Is there another elf?

As the professor thought deeply, he found that he began to have doubts about whether there was an elf, and the memory related to the other party was being erased very quickly. This is probably the effect of the restriction possessed by the other party.

He quickly controlled his thoughts and stopped thinking, lest even the last trace of doubt would disappear due to the restriction.

The elf continued to rub the body of the QR code,

Looking at the professor curiously: You seem to know me before, can you tell me what my name is?

I can't answer, we can't get in touch with you about your name. The professor smiled wryly, Let's make a deal, we each have a question, how about that?

Does it do me any good? I'm good at torture.

We slimes don't take this set.

The elf stared at the professor with clear eyes, and then nodded: I see, you demons are very strange, and torture should be useless. Well, then I will come first, do you know a guy named Golding? ?”

The three slimes looked at each other, and after discussing in a small group offline, the professor in charge of the questioning replied: I know, very familiar.

Then he...

It's our turn. Why were we arrested?

You are sacrifices. What kind of person is Golding?

He's not human. To whom are we to be priests?

The god of dreams, a new god born from the body of Dawn Demon God.

...

As the communication deepened, they kept exchanging questions, and finally got the information they both wanted.

Through conversation, the players knew that they were captured by a group of crazy priests of the God of Dreams. They wanted to use a bloody, cruel and inhumane way to priest the new god in exchange for the favor of the God of Dreams.

And the elf in front of him has forgotten his name due to the restriction.

As long as she can remember, she has been guarded by this group of priests, and she can't remember anything in her empty mind, but the strength of the eighth-level martial saint should not be underestimated.

Apart from being as powerful as a knight mentor, the only thing she still remembers is a special name, Golding.

This name is amazing. Every time I say it in my heart, I can always feel a warmth in my body. If I read it gently, I can feel that there seems to be something protecting me. Although I have forgotten everything, but I have never forgotten this name. I think the other party must know my past.

Looking at the shy elf, the professor said in a low voice, Golding is good at it. Even without the tools to commit crimes, an elf can give up his heart. Could it be that this is his wife?

Didn't that swordsman have a wife? No, did Golding ever have a wife?

Hurry up and record this clue and send it directly to the small group, and then we will review it through the group message, maybe we can think of something.

After finishing recording the information, the professor wanted to continue asking questions, when a priest appeared at the door.

The time is up, don't chat with them for too long. The priest said disgustedly, The God of Dreams likes sacrifices with complete memories. Bring them here, the time for sacrifices is up.

The elf shrugged regretfully.

Thank you for helping me answer these questions. I'm getting more and more curious about Golding. Where can I find him?

You can find him at Roland Church.

Thank you, I will definitely go there once I have the chance. Now, I have to send you to the altar.

After grabbing the three slimes, the elf reluctantly led them out of the cell.

Wang Lang and the two-dimensional code looked indifferent, anyway, it doesn't matter if you die now, you can be resurrected in less than a minute, at worst, go back to the Fire God's Dungeon again.

The professor looked around excitedly, wishing he could take out a DV to record everything around him.

This is a rare living sacrifice.

The gods he has come into contact with are all a bit gentle, and he has never seen a bloody live sacrifice scene. This happens to be a great opportunity to supplement his theology research.

Tied to the cold stone platform full of expectations, the professor watched the priest approaching with a sacrificial dagger, and closed his research intoxicated.

Comeon, baby! Use your cruelest means to treat me!

The priest looked at the flushed and twisted slime speechlessly, and began to think about whether such a sacrifice would be rejected.

In the end, he still held the handle of the knife with both hands, and inserted the dagger into the professor's body forcefully.

In the splashed green body fluid, the professor found that there seemed to be a white light in front of his eyes.

With a supreme will, this white light unscrupulously wanted to invade the professor's thinking, but it stopped immediately.

In the supremely blank and supremely silent environment, the professor could feel something observing and examining himself, and finally asked a very strange question.

You are also a god? How is this possible!

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