Gamers of the Underworld

Sherlock was stunned by the little hearts on the letter. Bru asked, “Lord Sherlock, is that your suitor?”

“I didn’t know there were such things. Perhaps when I went to the Dungeon Lord Experience Sharing Conference, someone was smitten by me and obtained my address before sending me this letter.”

Sherlock smiled as he lifted the letter and tore it open. He took out the contents.

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A black Short Sword and a huge red Axe collided. The Goblin, Arthur, who was wearing armor, shifted to his left to dodge the Axe.

He was unable to parry the energy of an Axe swing, so he had to side-step and divert the Axe’s energy to his right.

An Orc Skeleton frame was wielding the large Axe, and his body was emitting black smoke. The height was three times a Goblin. Though it didn’t have any flesh, with the Specter Magic, its strength was on par with a normal Orc.

“Puny mortals, you can’t stop us! The world belongs to the Void Legion!” The Orc Skeleton frame opened his mouth and shouted as the huge Axe was diverted to the ground.

The Orc Skeleton extended his right hand and grabbed Arthur’s neck with accurate estimation of his dodging. The Orc Skeleton pulled the nimble Goblin towards him.

At this time, NotWearingPants bashed the Orc Skeleton’s thigh bone using his shield.

BurningChestHair stabbed the Orc Skeleton’s spine using his Dagger, but it wasn’t effective.

A Goblin laid by the side, its stomach cut open by the Axe. Though the Goblin wasn’t dead, his intestines were all over the place.

Peasant was the mortally wounded Goblin on the ground. Sylvanas readied her Short Sword and Shield and waited for a chance to attack.

This was the fourth and highest level of the tower. Not far from there was the Teleport Portal for getting out of the Training Ground. If the Goblins defeated the last Skeleton Soldier, the two graduating Liches would have failed the examination.

On a tall viewing platform, two Liches were observing the fighting. The Skeleton Soldiers of one of the Liches were all defeated.

The other Lich had the last elite Skeleton Soldier. Though he fatally wounded a Goblin, the other four Goblins still had strong combat power!

For Goblins, they were too strong!

They weren’t only strong in combat, but they were also strong-willed. The Goblin whose belly was cut open and whose intestines were all over the place said happily, “Buck up, he’s going down! Make haste, I’m going for my meal. My mum’s going to nag at me.”

If the examination rules didn’t exclude the two Liches from communicating with the Goblins, they would grab hold of the dying Goblin and ask, “Bro! Your stomach is in bad shape. How is your mum going to let you eat?”