This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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Putting the maids on standby on the boat, Martin held the sword of hatred, nimbly passed through a large number of slimes around him, and walked towards the center of the island.

The island is full of dark plants and weeds with weird shapes, but the slimes on the island don't care about these.

They are constantly eating, splitting, and devouring each other on the island, and after accumulating enough experience, they evolve and acquire special abilities.

Here, magic stones can be seen everywhere. These magic stones provide the power of evolution for those slimes who have accumulated enough experience, and obvious traces of man-made can be seen.

Continuing to walk forward, Martin stepped on screaming weeds, and finally came to a simple wooden house.

The owner of the wooden house was wearing a gray robe, and three pairs of compound eyes stared at Martin who was coming over like jewels.

He sat on the big tree that had just been felled, with both hands pressed on his epee, and bursts of sword sounds resounded from his epee.

"Hi, Martin, long time no see." The other party said with a smile, "What would you like to drink? How about slime wine?"

"Hall, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to hide here. Yes, just the syrup bar."

Martin took out his handkerchief, spread it on a tree stump not far away, and sat there.

Hall added some firewood to the fire in front of him, then caught a golden slime and put it in a container on the fire.

Not long after, the slime struggling in the boiling water began to melt, and a rich aroma of wine came from the container.

He used a wooden cup to dispense some wine from the container. Hall threw the wooden cup to Martin, and he picked up the container directly, stretched out his tongue with sharp teeth, and began to suck the liquid in the container.

Martin quietly took a sip of wine, and then asked, "Tell me, why did you join the royal family's plan to attack Eliza?"

"I attacked Elisa? Yeah, I remembered, I did. You know, I was chasing power, but I hit a plateau. I still get experience, but I I can no longer raise my level. I have not been able to get an answer to this question, so I contacted the royal family, hoping they would explain it to me. They are willing to give me the answer to this question, provided they help them obtain the Elisa container."

"Just because of this?"

"Because of this.

"

Hall smiled, and his tone was so relaxed that he didn't seem to be discussing a person's life or death, but was talking about today's dinner.

Ignoring Martin's anger, Hall continued: "After that incident, I got the answer to the question, and then I left Alsace, came here, and started my research. You know, the essence of experience, In fact, it is the power of evolution. When we kill, we are essentially plundering the power of evolution of the opponent. After accumulating a certain amount of power of evolution, we can evolve, and this is the truth of leveling up."

"Different species can evolve at different times, and the extent of improvement after evolution is also different. This is because the evolutionary trees of different species are different. I used the slime with the fastest mutation rate for research, and finally obtained the results. "

Spreading his hands, Hall looked intoxicated at his fingers covered with black scales, slowly expanding and contracting: "Did you see, my research results have appeared, I have found a way to break through my limits, and opened up Another set of evolutionary trees. Now I have broken through my racial boundaries and come to a whole new field."

"A long time ago, my own level has reached level 25, and I am no longer improving. But after my research, I am now at level 30. I remember that you, Martin, were stuck at level 26 a long time ago, that is, Say, now I am stronger than you."

"Why are you telling me this?" Martin asked, frowning.

"When you pick up the sword of hatred, only one of us will survive. I tell you this to ensure that even if I die, my research results will be passed on."

Pointing to the hut behind him, he said to Martin: "All my research results are there. If you are interested, you can take them away."

After saying this, Hall began to silently suck the syrup wine in the container, and Martin also silently drank his share of the drink.

They drank almost at the same time.

After putting down the container, Martin stood up first: "Martin the Juggernaut, I challenge you."

"Junior Hall, accept your challenge."

The two Juggernauts made their moves and looked at each other silently.

Sixty years ago, they were companions, and they knew each other's swordsmanship from the bottom up, and they won each other's hands when they sparred.

In other words, they are not competing against their opponents 60 years ago, but with each other after they have grown up 60 years later.

Whoever grows bigger will be more beneficial.

Burning his own hatred, Martin concentrated all his hatred at this moment, and made his swordsmanship faster through restraint.

But Hall is different.

His swordsmanship is famous for counterattacks. The restriction of swordsmanship greatly reduces the power of his sword when he strikes first, but the power and precision of counterattacks will be stronger.

The slime slowly crawled past the two demons.

A slime wandered around them unconsciously, slowly crawled towards the middle of the two at random, and finally came to the middle of each other.

The instant it stepped into the middle, Martin acted.

Hall's counterattack followed.

There was a thunderous sound of swords, and the flying sword lights carried through each other's consciousness, collided in front of the wooden house, shattered, and finally scattered into the afterglow.

In less than half a second, their fight was over.

Half of Martin's head was cut obliquely, and the contents of the head were clearly visible.

Hall, on the other hand, was cut in half from the abdomen and was dying.

Hall, who was only half left, looked at Martin and smiled helplessly: "Damn the two-headed ogre, it was only a little bit, I was the one who won. Sure enough, the power of hatred is really too powerful."

He let out a long breath, looked at Martin and said, "Old friend, let's have a chat."

"What are you talking about?"

"Talk about some things I have never touched. Money, women, dirty jokes. Interesting, I gave my whole life to power. Before I died, I didn't think about power."

Sitting down where he was, Martin thought for a while and began to tell a nasty joke.

After hearing this joke, Hall laughed with difficulty: "Interesting, I didn't expect you to tell such an obscene joke. Let's talk about your love story. I've always been curious about how you managed to catch up with your wife. "

"That story is a bit long."

"Then just talk about the key parts."

Martin sorted out his thoughts and began to tell his love story.

He spoke attentively, and Hall listened attentively.

Not long after, Hall's six pairs of compound eyes slowly closed.

Before he lost consciousness completely, he said softly, "Goodbye, old friend. And, I'm sorry."

"Good-bye," Martin said softly.

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