Gamers of the Underworld 297 A Human

A huge Airship stopped outside Winterfell. It wasn’t the first time Dragonborn came to Winterfell. He looked at the dark Dungeon and felt nervous.

The game environment was very realistic.

“Prepare to land. Steady yourselves!” shouted the Mana Engineer Yoda, who was at the helm controlling the Airship.

Dragonborn and the other gamers grabbed the railings nearby.

Sherlock only chose a few hundred gamers to board the Airship because it couldn’t accommodate 2,000 gamers.

Why did they not use the Teleport Portal to travel to Winterfell? Because all of the Teleport Portals stopped working after Winterfell lost its Mana power.

The rest of the gamers could teleport via the Rune on the Airship after it had landed.

Dragonborn and the gamers on the Airship would serve as the vanguard.

The gamers disembarked after the Airship landed and started building their base, which was constructed by placing rocks in a circle.

The previously constructed base was demolished. But now, it was back.

“Lord Sherlock, Winterfell… looks different.” When Sherlock disembarked from the Airship, Bru’s voice appeared in his mind.

“The power of the Dungeon Core was drained. It’s normal that there is no illumination from Mana.”

Sherlock didn’t feel that it was strange. He knew what had happened in Winterfell.

“Lord Sherlock, you already planned for this! You let Andrew take away the statue so that it would drain the Dungeon Core’s power. That will leave their defense system paralyzed. We’ll let the gamers attack, then Winterfell will be ours!”

Bru said excitedly, “We’ll use the resources of Winterfell as our base for conquering the world. Then we’ll begin the Third Beta Test. With Winterfell’s resources, we can afford tens of thousands of gamers and expand steadily! To be honest, I was depressed when you went missing for more than ten days. I intended to carry out such retaliation, but you weren’t around, and I couldn’t perfect the plan. It’s a pity. Since you’re back, we’ll take over Winterfell!”

“What are you talking about?”

Sherlock wasn’t as excited as Bru. He looked at the quiet Dungeon and said, “We aren’t invaders. Instead of launching battle after battle, don’t you think doing business and giving favors are better? Moreover, our goal isn’t as small as Winterfell.”

“Warriors of Eternal Kingdom!”

Sherlock exerted his dominance to restrain the gamers. He then shouted to the excited gamers, saying, “I don’t know what you will face later. However, the relic of the great conqueror won’t be simple. You’ll sacrifice and die. But remember, you’re doing it for the Underworld and peace! Follow me, warriors. Don’t be nervous or fearful, because you’re fighting for your dream!”

The gamers were no longer restrained, and they started shouting.

“For the equipment! For the furniture!”

“For Dragon Raja!”

“D*mn the scoundrels of Dragon Raja. We, the Meat Vegetable Rice Alliance, will kill you!”

“Wahhhh—!”

The excited gamers followed behind Sherlock and marched towards the deathly quiet Winterfell…

…

Dragonborn, TakeASpearHit, and SealHeadLingChong were in the contingent. The Battle Campaign Scenario was in Winterfell. However, the enemy had changed from the Ancient Gods believers to the Great Conqueror Michelangelo. To be precise, it was his relic.

Whatever it was, the gamers always had loot after each battle. This was no exception.

When the gamers arrived at the gate of Winterfell, they found something strange.

There was nobody in Winterfell, only numerous stone statues.

There were various stone statues. Some were walking, some were standing, and some were opening their mouths to eat. It was as though they were turned to stone instantaneously.

“What’s up? Is Medusa here?”

TakeASpearHit surveyed the strange statues. Once they entered Winterfell, they didn’t follow Sherlock. Instead, they looted the surrounding shops. Like the stone statues on the streets, the shops were turned to stone, including the furniture. TakeASpearHit wanted to carry the furniture, but the stone seemed to grow out from the ground. No matter how they tried, they couldn’t carry them. Using the weapons to hack only left noticeable marks.

More and more gamers ran around. After discovering that they couldn’t loot, they returned to Sherlock in disappointment. Sherlock didn’t stop the gamers.

Sherlock wasn’t concerned about the petrification. He walked towards the Winterfell Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

Inside, everything was petrified like the stone buildings outside.

There were petrified Gnomes, Werewolves, and Orcs who were in a panic.

From the Dungeon Lord Main Hall, Sherlock noticed that the petrified passers-by on the streets were looking at the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.

Outside the Dungeon Lord Main Hall was a pile of fragmented rocks. It was as though a huge rock was smashed.

The gamers were talking incessantly. They hadn’t seen any enemies, and they couldn’t carry any loot. It was like they were watching Plot scenery along the way.

“Seems like we have a guest.”

A stone throne was placed at the entrance of the Dungeon Lord Main Hall. A figure was sitting on the throne.

Beside the figure was a petrified superior Devil with devil wings—Andrew.

Andrew looked proud and excited. From the art perspective, it was a superior statue.

Sitting on the stone throne was a human.