The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon - Chapter 28. Why I Devour My Kind with Drowsy Eyes (6)

Upon waking up, the whole people crossed the alien world.

This is a terrifying world, almost immeasurable.

There are dragons, griffins, goblins, goblins, dwarves, and orcs.

There are also zombies, undead dens, and various mythological monsters.

Everyone is a lord, starting with a life experience, a small courtyard, and three farmers.

To get rich, start by arranging trees and gradually establishing territory.

Lords need to explore the map, occupy areas, obtain resources, develop urban construction, and conquer monster dens.

Every other month, you need to resist the looting of monster legions and various alien forces in order to survive.

Zong Shen started the game and awakened the strategy system.

Raiders will appear in everything you can see.

Help him find all the hidden treasures.

[The crooked neck tree 50 meters southeast of the territory is actually not simple. 】

[Go forward 35 steps from your current position and start digging, you will get a surprise. 】

[Don’t look, this treasure chest is a trap, and the poison gas inside will make you unconscious for three days and three nights. 】

While others were still struggling to support, Zong Shen had already built a strong city.

With countless powerful soldiers and epic heroes, resources are piled up like a mountain.

Epic dragon Nithogg: “You…Don’t come here…I will give you all the treasures!”

Chief Goblin: “I am willing to serve the adults.”

King of Avalon: “I am willing to marry my beloved little daughter to you…”

Zong Shen: “Children make choices, I want them all!”

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"I hope my wife liked the arrangements... for the wedding night."

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.“If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way.”

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.