"When, this is the life worth looking forward to!" He Taiping stretched comfortably, listened to the "I Am a Little Calf" sang by the Taurus in the distance, and suddenly felt a little hungry. He looked at the mahjong plaque in front of him casually. He smiled at Emmos and the three lichs, threw out a 30,000 yuan with his hands, and snapped his fingers gently.

As if he heard the order, the flame monarch who was grilling food quickly put on the roasted legs. The eager expectation in his eyes was enough to melt the mahjong table. He Taiping chewed it a few times before nodding satisfied: "It's not bad, it's worth eating, but you also need to pay attention to the spread of ingredients and the control of the heat. For details, you can see the book "The Secret Book of Food" I wrote to you."

The Fire Lord smiled like a flower, and immediately floated back to the grill. There, Constantis, holding a huge piece of barbecue, was still unsatisfied and turned his eyes to the food on the grill from time to time; while Lian Jia was helpless, just ate the barbecue that he had taken from the dragon's mouth, and played on the stone platform with Xiao Su. He Taiping looked at her eating and running, but was secretly surprised in his heart. Could it be that this would not lead to appendicitis?

"He, it's your turn!" Seeing that he was a little distracted, Emmos pointed to the seven cylinders he had just played, his face full of anxiety. Since He Taiping invented a game called "Mahjong" a few days ago, underground races related to him have fallen into a gambling craze. Although Emmos and several lich companions initially joined in the name of "studying the arrangement of numbers", after a few days of fierce battle, they were the ones who lost the most property.

"Damn it, I must make a profit today!" Thinking of a magic necklace that I just mortgaged, Emmos felt that his heart was already in pain. In fact, his situation was a great blessing in disgrace. Compared with Emmos, several of his companions had already lost and had the urge to turn against each other. But He Taiping would always use flattery words to run in time, and the black dragon was threatening to spit out the dragon breath, and these lichs who squandered their family property could only knock their teeth and swallow them into their stomachs.

"I can't thank you all, so I'll eat it first! After a slight shock, He Taiping accepted the gift amid the disappointed sighs of the lichs, and at the same time he changed the topic tactfully: "Teacher, can the 'Devil' I brought back be used? In addition, what are you planning to hold a dungeon rally to announce this matter to the public?"

"The Demon Eye has been almost repaired, but I have no intention of announcing it to the public for the time being, unless..." Amos pondered slightly and gently put down the mahjong in his hand. He knew very well what kind of disaster would be caused if he chose to spread the news of the unblocking at this time.

In the past few hundred years, while the sacred barrier sealed the entire Dark Night Dungeon, it also allowed all races living underground to live in harmony. However, once you learned that the sacred barrier was opened, a situation that is likely to occur is that fierce internal fighting will begin to break out between the races that worked together in the past.

What is even more terrifying than this unfortunate foresight is that the underground races are likely to rush to the ground and vent the repressive pains of hundreds of years through massacre and plunder. Yes, maybe they can do everything in the early stage, but in the current human world, it is no longer the situation where they are governing themselves. Once the powerful sacred holy church issues a call, the unpowerful dark night dungeon will immediately turn into a candle in the wind, and there is a danger of extinguishing at any time.

"If you say this, your guess is not unreasonable!" After hearing Emos' concerns, He Taiping frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. After living in the Dark Night Dungeon for several months, he has gradually regarded this place as his home, and whether it is a demon, a tauren, a black dwarf, or a dark elves, many of these races have become his friends.

"But paper cannot keep the fire. In fact, I have been thinking about when to announce this news." Amos slowly stroked the mahjong in his hand and pondered, "I have discussed with several companions that the best way to prevent the dungeon from being divided is to select a new lord before lifting the seal."

The careless man suddenly had an unknown premonition. Sure enough, the next moment, Emos's mouth smiled strangely: "We need someone who has friendship with all races. In addition, he may not be the strongest, but he should have a flexible mind and be able to adapt to the current world situation."

He Taiping's smile suddenly froze on his face. As the mahjong placard fell in his hand, he pointed to his nose and asked stammeredly: "Teacher, are you planning to... No, I refuse! I have never been an official since I was a squadron leader in elementary school. Besides, I am not a member of the Communist Party or a member of the democratic party."

"Relax, relax, it's just for the time being!" Emmos comforted the flattered man with a stiff voice, and explained slowly, "In fact, you are just a transition. As long as the dungeon passes through the initial chaos, Constance will be able to replace you. Do you refuse to help Constance become the lord of the Dark Night Dungeon?"

"Of course I do, and I am willing to live a leisurely life under the protection of a lord, but..." Although he tried his best to shirk it, He Taiping vaguely realized that perhaps he was really the most suitable temporary candidate.

Since he possessed the power of demons, he has been recognized as a member of the dungeon. Those entertainment tricks and humorous attitude towards life have also allowed him to maintain a good relationship with various races. In addition, behind him are the support of lichs, black dragons, flame monarchs and taurens, as well as the kindness of retrieving the Demon Eye Scepter, if Emmos suggests that he be the new lord of the dungeon, it may be possible to pass. However, why should I work hard for such things when I come to this world with an enjoyable attitude? My life should be to hold a beautiful woman and count gold coins!

"Don't worry, you will be relieved in half a year at most." Aimos patted his shoulder lightly and pressed back all the protests he wanted to express. Immediately, the old lich turned his attention back to the card table. After hesitating for a few seconds, he hesitated and played a picture: "Sixty thousand, it looks like I'm almost in a bad mood!"

"Sorry, I'm already silly!" He Taiping was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter. Then, he pushed the mahjong in front of him, and at the same time he reached out his hand and hugged all the scrolls, magic weapons, and property in front of the three lichs, "Cheng Rang! Cheng Rang! Then, how about the robes we are wearing next?"

Six days later, all races that received the magic transmission of Emmos were dispatched to gather in the Red Mountains, and the huge dragon cave of the Black Dragon was requisitioned as the venue for the meeting. Before the formal gathering began, representatives of all races had learned of some kind of rumor - the sacred barrier sealed by the dungeon for 500 years, which might be opened soon. This news immediately caused chaos and commotion. For a moment, the originally normal atmosphere of harmony became strange...

In this atmosphere of undercurrent, the most important meeting in five hundred years slowly kicked off in the purple light shining on Emmos's scepter. Although he had almost infinite life, the old lich seemed to have no habit of wasting time. After suppressing the discussions of the audience, he gently tapped the scepter and cut directly into the theme of the meeting: "Everyone, I believe you have learned some inside information. The barrier sealing the dungeon will be opened soon!"

Although I had heard of this news, when I heard Emmos' confession, the entire venue was still in a noisy buzzing sound. After a moment, the black dwarf chief Horn, who was sitting in the front row, jumped up and shouted loudly: "Mr. Emmos, since that's the case, what are you waiting for? We might as well open the barrier immediately and let the bastards outside taste the pain of being closed underground!"

His words immediately received responses from many races. Gutland, a great demon who loves to devour the soul, kept licking his lips and laughing loudly. But in the chaos, the dark elf leader Drizzt, who hid his figure in the dark, sarcastically said in a strange voice: "Good idea, then Mr. Horn, please polish the battle axe immediately! To be honest, I am looking forward to seeing you cut into hundreds of corpses..."

The dark elves and the dwarves have always been extremely disagreement, so even though they knew that the other party was right, Horn couldn't help but lift the giant axe and said angrily: "Drizzt, what qualifications do you have to say to me, if the dark elves are smart, they will not be defeated by those elves again and again!"

"Well, are you doubting my strength, do you want to try it?" Drizzt's face was still calm, but the chill in his voice was enough to make people tremble. Several representatives of races who were familiar with the Dark Elf stood directly behind Drizzt and looked at the opposite side with bad eyes. Horn had no intention of fear at all, and stood up suddenly. Guterran, who was afraid that the world would be in chaos, moved to him as soon as possible and smiled grimly: "Friend, do you need help? I am very interested in the Dark Elf's soul!"

"Very good, very good! It seems that most of us can die here without waiting for the trip!" But at this moment when the melee was about to break out, Emos, who was standing on the platform, suddenly knocked on the scepter heavily and let out a low sneer, "Five hundred years of getting along have not only not allowed you to learn harmony, but also made you forget your gratitude! Doesn't anyone want to know who brought us the eye of the demon?"

There was a moment of silence, and then all the races who glared at each other turned their heads awkwardly and sat down slowly. Amos swept across everyone with a cold gaze until they all lowered their heads slightly under the pressure. Then he spoke in a gentle tone and said softly: "In fact, you all know the person who brought us back the Demon Eye, that is - He!"

At this moment, the blue light on his scepter suddenly enveloped He Taiping, adding a bit of momentum to him. The audience was suddenly filled with commotion, some people were stunned, some whispered, and more people rushed to He Taiping to hug him. Even the most evil and cold-blooded demon squeezed out a few smiles at this moment, patting He Taiping's shoulder and said, "He, you are the kindest human I have ever seen! So, I decided to satisfy your three wishes and not take your soul!"

"That's just a little luck. I didn't do anything big!" He Taiping struggled to break free from countless arms and bowed to the noisy crowd in front of him. Emos gently tapped the staff, attracting everyone's attention again. Then, the old lich said something incredible.

"Everyone, the outside world has changed a lot. The strength of the Holy Holy Church has become so strong that it cannot be fought. For the future of the dungeon and the survival of various races, we need a real lord!" Aimos's words made the venue noise again. While many ethnic representatives nodded, they also began to show thoughtful expressions. Of course, they knew very well what the lord's power could bring to their clan.
Chapter completed!