Wangzai Little Buns heard this and said in a somewhat perplexed manner, "Aren't you wearing armor? And you weren't really hurt. Their archery is pretty good."

Flatulence glanced at Wangzai Little Buns, "You don't understand, this concerns a man's dignity. That sneaky kid is too insulting."

Iron Black Pot put away the bow and arrow and walked over, "Hey? What are you two arguing about?"

Flatulence looked at the approaching Iron Black Pot and then moved closer to ask, "Scapegoat, you were just shooting from behind with cold arrows, you should have seen who shot the arrow under my leg, right?"

Iron Black Pot reached out and pushed Flatulence away, "What's with this talk about cold arrows? You talk so unpleasantly, aren't you afraid your knee hasn't been shot by an arrow? Want me to find a chance to give your knee an arrow shot next time?"

Flatulence chuckled lightly, "Just a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, you're the Divine Archer, the main C position."

Iron Black Pot nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, that's more like it. But I didn't notice who shot the arrow under your leg, don't dwell on it. There are still lots of dungeon monsters waiting for us to clear."

"I'll take the lead, my bow and arrow are already hungry and thirsty."

As he finished speaking, Iron Black Pot took quick strides towards the corner of the street.

Tina also came along with the merfolk at this time.

The situation in the Underground City was completely explained to Tina by Xia Lin, and she hastened her pace, leading the players to another street inhabited by three Middle Tier Knights.

In this Underground City, those two High Tier Goblin Knights are the top managers, with eight Middle Tier Goblin Knights below them as middle-level managers.

Next are over twenty Low Tier Goblin Knights as lower-level managers. Normally, it's this group of goblins who head to the third layer to act as main supervisors.

Finally, the ordinary goblins are the bottom-level managers.

Usually guarding the entrance, assisting the main supervisors on the third layer as deputy supervisors, and handling important and miscellaneous tasks like transporting demon crystals—they're the ones who do it, and they are the closest to the slaves.

Two of the eight Middle Tier Goblin Knights had just been dealt with, leaving six, scattered among three nearby streets.

One street has three, the second street has two, and one resides alone on another street.

Quickly, Tina led the players to the street where the three Middle Tier Goblin Knights lived.

These Middle Tier Goblin Knights act as middle managers. Like the two High Tier Goblin Knights, normally they either engage in cultivation or venture to the second layer to have fun with the slaves.

They essentially don't do any real work.

After entering this street, Tina quickly sensed the presence of the three Middle Tier Goblin Knights.

Clearly, today none of them went to the second layer to find those slaves for fun.

And in Tina's perception, these three Middle Tier Goblin Knights were gathered in one place, without knowing what they were doing.

Tina sensed the three goblin Middle Tier Knights, and they also naturally sensed Tina. Soon, the door of a building opened.

As the door opened, a fragrance mixed with the smell of wine wafted out from inside.

What they were doing together was evident.

The goblin that came out was somewhat tipsy from drinking.

However, upon seeing the street filled with fully armed skeletons and Tina's group of merfolk, the goblin sobered up quite a bit.

Mr. Zhou's gaze shifted from this goblin's body to the interior of the building behind him, where he quickly saw a stone table.

By the stone table were two other dazed goblins, and the sumptuous food on the table was already mostly eaten.

Mr. Zhou nudged Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching beside him with his shoulder, "We really underestimated this game. It looks like these dungeon monsters have rather impressive AI; they're even drinking and bragging together."

"It's so realistic and detailed."

At this moment, Iron Black Pot had already raised the bow and shot an arrow straight towards the face of the goblin standing at the door.

This arrow seemed like a signal, the next moment, the players rushed forward in a frenzy towards the building.

Their shiny weapons glinted coldly, as if they couldn't wait to chop off these goblins' heads.

The goblin standing at the door ducked slightly to avoid the arrow from Iron Black Pot, then executed a lazy donkey roll and rolled directly into the house, grabbing the weapons placed next to the table.

He shouted in fluent Ancient Western Language, "You two, prepare for battle!"

By this time, the other two Middle Tier Goblin Knights by the table had sobered up considerably from their drunken state, picked up their weapons beside them, and stood up.

Seeing the players clad in full armor, armed with enchanted weapons, coming towards them in a mass, the three goblins couldn't help but feel a tingling on their scalps.

"Where is Lord Sonam... how could so many skeletons and merfolk get in..." one Middle Tier Goblin Knight swallowed, his hand trembling as he held his longsword.

The other two Middle Tier Goblin Knights exchanged glances, both remaining silent.

They were joking; if Sonam hadn't encountered any problems, how could these guys get in? And wanting to chop them on sight?

Clearly, Sonam most likely ran into trouble.

The goblin Middle Tier Knight holding the sword, with his hand slightly trembling, tentatively suggested, "How about... we try to surrender?"

As soon as he said that, the other two Middle Tier Goblin Knights immediately shouted, "We surrender!"

"..." Looking at his two companions, the goblin holding the sword didn't know what to say.

Unfortunately, they shouted in Ancient Western Language, which the players completely couldn't understand!

As for the merfolk who could understand, they naturally wouldn't care for these goblins.

Sea Flip, charging ahead, curiously asked the player next to him, "What do you think these green-skinned dwarves are yelling about?"

Behind him, Hand Rubbing Diamonds immediately spoke up, "Do you even need to ask? They're definitely yelling at us. Judging by their tone and expressions, they're probably cursing our ancestors."

Sea Flip ground his teeth, "Damn! Can we tolerate this? Today I'm going to give them a good haircut!"

"Kill these green-skinned dwarves! For our ancestors!"

Originally, these goblin Middle Tier Knights thought the players would stop, or at least pause to negotiate a bit.

But the result turned out to be the exact opposite of what they imagined.

The players appeared even more aggressive...

At the same time, another wave of arrow rain shot over, startling them as they dodged using stone furniture inside the building and brandished their swords to defend themselves.

Whether it was their illusion or not, they felt that this wave of arrows seemed to have a bit more force than the previous ones?

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