The lord is red again

Lind looked north.

Even though his eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary people, all he could see was vast blackness.

Players can contact other players from the post and know that there is a scavenger lair north of Star Dragon Post. Of course, Lind can also know.

It's not in line with his character to come looking for trouble, at least not until he's not strong enough, because he knows the players and his own advantages very well. As long as he has time to develop slowly, the so-called scavenger won't even be a problem. Players who fight monsters and upgrade their characters will not let go of those scavengers.

As time passes and the map is explored, the scavengers will naturally be digested.

If the players hadn't discovered that the scavengers were secretly near the Star Dragon Post, Linde wouldn't have simply asked the players to investigate first.

It feels bad to be targeted.

He needs to develop steadily.

If there are any unstable factors, then eliminate them and continue to develop steadily.

This time, the role played by the players is not that of scouts, but of decoys.

He also wanted to know why the imbecile scavengers chose to spy and stalk.

Perhaps, there is a highly intelligent high-level disaster controlling the scavengers behind the scenes. This is very bad news!

"grown ups!"

The soldiers have gathered.

The sophisticated Rand infantry armor shone brightly in the moonlight. Even though they had been in service for several years, each of the soldiers, including Lind himself, cherished their armor and maintained it carefully every day.

Armor is not only the best protection for the body, it is also a symbol of status.

They were once the elites of the Rand Kingdom!

What supports people's life in this barren doomsday is not only the desire for life, but also honor. Especially after the collapse of faith, honor becomes extremely precious.

A long sword, a hatchet and a crossbow quiver hang from the waist, and a shield is carried on the back.

Leaving behind the older Peter and the cleverer Leo, the remaining seven people were ready to go and looked at Linde.

They watched as Lind's eyes burned with fire.

Linde seemed to see the scene in his memory of Rand's elite being invincible on the battlefield.

The blood in the body begins to burn.

There was no pre-war mobilization because it was clear to everyone that this was a battle that had to be faced.

"Let's go!" Linde's voice was sonorous and powerful, like a lion roaring.

The cold wind is biting, and the hot blood for survival cannot be cooled.

The gate of Xinglong Sentry slowly opened.

An elite team of 8 people broke into the cold wind just to protect this last ideal and civilized place.

Old Pete and Leo stood at the door and watched the team disappear into the night, giving them the highest respect with their fists and heart.

Beside the vegetable garden, the eight women and children who noticed it did not come out. They were hiding in the tent and shivering.

The previous heated discussion about "scavengers" has also reached here, so it is obvious what the purpose of this emergency operation is.

The woman hugged the child and looked in the direction of the city gate, as if her eyes could penetrate the tent to pray for the traveling lord.

The aroma of meat in the pot has long since dissipated.

The two children asked eagerly: "Can we still eat meat tomorrow?"

No one answered, but the women subconsciously prayed silently in their hearts.

Is it for this tent that will be blown over by the wind but is very sturdy? Is it because of the lord who doesn't do anything to them? Or for that pot of broth? Not even knowing who to pray to or for.

Just praying.

In a certain room, an old nun sitting on the bed lowered her eyes and reviewed the lines Linde gave her.

"We have no gods to pray to... Even so, I hope you can come back victorious..."

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"As expected, if the players are asked to go out to investigate, there will definitely be a fight."

Linde is used to it.

After all, I am an NPC with no authority. It's okay to hang around, but I have no right to speak.

But he also saw from the posts on the official website that players don't have many "systems", and they don't pop up dialog boxes when facing many NPCs. Many tasks are verbal, so he doesn't have many disadvantages.

The game "Doomsday Ring" should focus on combat, and everything else should be secondary.

If it weren't for the concepts of "upgrade" and "resurrection", the undead would really be unplayable.

It's like carrying the "soul" to the end and suffering all the way.

It also led to many players doing useless work. He had seen many players put in effort to do something, but in the end they were told that there was no reward. Then they got into a fight with the NPC and were killed by the other party.

In these last days, if you believe what others say, you deserve to be deceived.

The seemingly cunning fourth natural disasters are as easy to bully as little sheep here.

Only Linde understands the true role of players and knows how to invest, so he should be the only NPC in the world who is "good" to players.

Letting the players serve as bait is also for their own good, so I'm here to help.

When Linde led the team to arrive, two people had already fallen in the front and were on the verge of death.

Xuanwu Shield, who had one of his legs bitten off, was still waving his fists wildly.

Bai Si, the favorite who shouted "Three Dogs Kill God" and "Rebound", was also surrounded by scavengers at this time, and her condition became increasingly miserable.

"Church!"

The fist hammered on the scavenger's head had no effect at all.

I'm going to die, it's so frustrating.

Not only did he not kill a single scavenger, he was even crushed by the subsequent scavengers.

"Swoosh!" An arrow pierced his ear and pierced into the scavenger's eye socket accurately. The huge penetrating force pushed the scavenger's head back.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!" Two more arrows, like pushing a person down from the edge of a cliff, wave after wave of force knocked the scavenger down completely.

The lame Xuanwu Shield turned his head in horror, watching the usually taciturn Xinglong Sentry soldiers holding crossbows and shooting steadily.

"So accurate!"

Two soldiers rushed up quickly, and the soldier on the left took off his shield and held it in front of him. When the scavenger tried to get up, he turned sideways and hit him with the shield.

"Bang——!" The scavenger, who had just supported his body with his arms, was crushed again.

Another soldier held the long sword with both hands - one hand holding the hilt, and the other hand holding the blade.

He poked down fiercely like chiseling a wooden stake.

The tip of the sword pierced the scavenger's head, entered from the left ear, and drilled out from the right ear, nailing the head and the sword to the ground together.

Xuanwu Shield in the first row of the audience saw with his own eyes that the scavenger who had just abused the four of them was crushed like this.

The scavenger's resistance was very strong, and the soldier almost overturned the shield with his body weight.

Another soldier had given up the long sword, stretched out his hand and quickly pulled out the short-handled axe at his waist, raising his arm high.

The short-handled axe flashed brightly in the moonlight.

He aimed at the neck of the scavenger whose head was nailed to the ground and chopped it down.

"Crack!"

Xuanwu Shield's heart twitched, how could it be a bit handsome.

"Crack!"

So damn handsome!

"Crack!"

Three axes, the scavenger's head was chopped off.

The rough action made Xuanwu Shield's blood boil, it turned out that these NPCs were so strong!

Too awesome.

The soldier rubbed the short-handled axe on the scavenger, and then put it back into the axe sheath at his waist.

He raised his right foot and stepped on the scavenger's head, and pulled out the sword, as easy as eating a skewers.

Xuanwu Shield, who witnessed the whole process, felt his scalp tingling... So cool!

It was completely different from the games I played before. There were no fancy skills, only the ruthlessness of punches to the flesh and axes to the bones.

The most primitive killing fire in my heart was aroused.

Rumble, 7 soldiers did not stop, and rushed to the scavenger one after another, actively rescuing the favorite white silk.

"Huh" Xuanwu Shield, who only had one leg left, moved his butt. He glanced at Lind who had not yet taken action: "The cutscene CG should start, but why didn't the BOSS appear?"