The lord is red again

The broken sword of the Scavenger Princess emits a bright light.

Hide the sword in the quilt and take a closer look. Oh, it is still luminous.

It seems to breathe, flickering.

Green weapon.

Linde checked the posts on the official website and found that some players have indeed begun to guess the attributes of the "Broken Sword of the Scavenger Princess", but due to ownership issues, the undead's ability to "see data with a glance" cannot be used, and can only rely on imagination.

There are also a group of players who discuss trying to blast Linde to get equipment, but these players will be followed by a dog head emoticon after speaking, which can be identified as talking nonsense.

In the Star Dragon Outpost, the undead began to work enthusiastically or harass the NPCs, and several women and children were the first to bear the brunt.

After a long time, the women found their state. Occasionally, a useless Rand coin would be given out to make the undead work enthusiastically.

But no one dared to really play with the undead, just taking it as an opportunity to stay in the Star Dragon Outpost.

Although the Lord did not say it explicitly, everyone could guess it.

If the undead do not need you, there is no need for you to stay.

As the Lord, Lind was patrolling, but not to supervise the undead, but to see if others fulfilled their NPC responsibilities.

"Lord, I think that 42-grade concrete should be used to repair the wall, because the length of the screws can easily affect the torque of the excavator..."

Lind, who had just walked to the broken wall: "..."

Do you think you are humorous when you play a joke on an NPC?

This seems to be what they are passionate about.

Yes, we players are like this.

He took a look at the hole in the wall. He had barely covered the hole before, but it was just a cover. Although the idea of ​​arranging this task was to keep the undead from being idle, it was also to solve the last hidden danger.

Hole in the wall, no more good dreams.

Several players seemed to have suddenly opened their minds.

"Cancer! How to make concrete? You need to learn it!"

"This wall looks very thick, but it seems to be made of pure stones. If it is demolished and reinforced concrete is used, is it okay?"

"Why not just renovate it at this level and build a castle? How about DIYing a medieval castle, Hogwarts? It will be very participatory. Dig a moat outside and bury dragon spears under the corners of the wall."

"I'll ask a few MC friends to help. They are all out exploring. You can do it when you have nothing to do at night."

"I'll go offline and look for information and tutorials later."

Looking at the people who were discussing enthusiastically, Lind really wanted to remind them that he only needed to fill the hole with something relatively solid, instead of planning to directly smash the entire wall and redecorate it.

But forget it.

As long as the undead masters are happy, although he is an NPC lord pretending to be the village chief of the novice village on the surface, he is actually in the service industry.

Script killing? Immersive game experience? In short, provide the best performance to satisfy them.

Besides, there is no reason to refuse a group of people who want to help rebuild the city wall. It's just Rand gold.

It's good to let them settle down temporarily.

The undead who stay in Star Dragon Outpost are a minority after all. More players go out to explore and investigate, hoping to find food to return to complete the task, earn money to buy equipment, and want to kill monsters and upgrade along the way.

This is also the real way of playing the game for most players. It is very unrealistic to tie people in a territory and not let them go out. Even the air wall can't trap them. How could there be a player who really stays in one place and doesn't move because of a game task.

If they are so obedient, they won't play games. When they were young, my mother said that games are tigers.

The undead are like traveling frogs. After they leave, they will act on their own and bring back surprises.

The premise is that they are really willing to come back after leaving, instead of being dazzled by the colorful world and leaving the small Star Dragon Outpost behind.

"What is my core competitiveness?"

Lind suddenly wanted to write a PPT, and then have a small meeting with his NPCs to discuss this issue together.

My core advantage is that I can access the official website and understand the true identity of the undead and the bad jokes they play.

It is impossible to take the joke, but after understanding the needs of the undead, I can provide some emotional value from the side.

Make Star Dragon Outpost into an "Easter Egg City", you have to come.

The more I think about it, the brighter the future seems.

Until my stomach starts to growl.

"My lord, it's time to eat."

Two pots of broth are boiling in the hanging pot, one for Lind and the soldiers, and the other for Lind and the soldiers.

As for the women and children, they can drink some broth.

After the battle last night, the physical strength was greatly consumed. Although the strength of the great knight in the body has slowly recovered, the body still has a feeling of "weakness".

Lind ate meat and drank soup in big mouthfuls, and his physical strength was recovering rapidly.

When he served the meat to let his teeth rest, he would also exchange a few words, talking about the surrounding situation.

The crisis did not disappear with the death of the carrion-eating princess.

Basic life issues such as food, water, and keeping warm have not been completely resolved.

Wanderers, wanderers, giant horse hooves, the new nobles in the east, the town of Prey in the south, and the bodies of veterans accidentally picked up by players all represent crises.

But compared to three days ago, everything is stable and improving.

Although the soldiers did not understand immortality, they were also thinking about the future.

Even Eluna had a crumpled smile on her face because she had a few extra pieces of meat.

Old Pete's hands are not shaking so much this time. God will bless him. Which God? Eluna's expression doesn't matter, whatever!

Several people chatted about the changes in the past two days and casually formulated the next development plan.

Planning is difficult to determine because players are so uncertain and must change all the time.

The most important plan is to find ways to improve their strength. Judging from what Eluna said, finding the Blackfire Brothers may help them figure out how to go next.

Miss Miko, the rabbit-tooth witch in Prey Town, might also know some secrets after the apocalypse.

There was no rush to do anything. I had just left Prey Town for more than a day, although a lot of things happened in that day.

The nine soldiers were the old men who followed him, and Eluna was the poor person who needed shelter the most, so it was Linde's decision.

"Keep your weapons and armors in check, and when dealing with the undead, give priority to warnings and take action as a supplement..." Linde warned one after another.

I am afraid that the soldiers will always nod and bow to me when they see the undead, and mistakenly think that they are weak and can be bullied.

Players are all dog-faced.

What's more, Linde has positioned itself very clearly in the service industry!

While beating up the player, asking the player to work for him, and scolding the player at the same time, it seems that he is taking the absolute initiative, but only he knows that he is role-playing the player and providing various emotional values.

If you perform well, they won't be willing to kill you if you kick them.

So there’s nothing wrong with saying it’s a service industry.

He looked at Eluna again. The old nun's mouth was full of oil. She had just finished licking the bowl. Maybe she felt that everyone was happy chatting, so she naturally reached out and brought the bowl to old Pete.

"Sir, I'm afraid that meat won't last long." Old Pete shook his spoon and filled a bowl of clear oil soup with Eluna's cursing eyes.

God will curse old Pete! Which god? Of course every god.

Old Pete didn't care about Eluna's murderous gaze, and said: "Even if those undead people don't need to eat, there are 9 more mouths to eat now, and we still need more food!"

There was a sudden commotion outside.

A woman's voice came hurriedly: "Sir, Lord! We have got food!"