The lord is red again

The distance from the Morpheus Gate Outpost to the Exile Outpost was not far, about two days, but Lind made every effort to look protected.

As a "service industry practitioner", Linde attaches great importance to the immortal experience.

When he came to the cliff, he stood still for a long time. Although the undead people were eager to complete the task, they were unable to do anything when faced with Linde's unwillingness to leave.

No matter what game you play, following the escort mission is just like this, dragging out the game for a long time.

"The terrain has changed. It is different from what the Crystal Mage recorded at the time, but..." Linde lowered his head and looked down.

If the terrain alone is not enough for the knight, they can place a ladder or a rope down.

The perfect terrain also gave Linde great convenience in defense. Assuming that the frontline fortress where the people were executed by the disaster had been completely lost, it would not be that simple for the things in the abyss to escape.

The terrain advantage is probably the last kindness this world has to mankind.

Moreover, Linde was thinking more about what he could gain from this battle. Defeating the Abyss would definitely bring huge benefits, there was no doubt about this.

In addition to these, the undead should also have to provide something.

"Is there a hidden mission?"

"It seems to me."

"I heard that that direction is the great crack in the abyss!"

"I'm going, how do I get off?"

The undead people are also studying, but they have no idea that the NPC next to them is thinking about how to put the butcher knife on their necks and cut them severely.

After staying for a short time, the team moved on.

When he first entered the exile village, Lind frowned slightly when he saw the carnivorous flies in the sky, but the carnivorous flies instinctively did not approach him.

The aura exuding from Linde's body is like that of a big BOSS. From the outside, he looks like a human, but if you look at it by analogy, his true appearance should be the same as that of Baron Luo Nan, the Orochi, and Kurt, the Dragon King. At worst, he must be four or five meters tall. The tall red knight.

But it would be bad if the people didn't die, so they could only keep waving the weapons in their hands to drive them away.

Some people reacted quickly and opened the barrier directly, or lit torches to drive them away, ensuring their own safety and not being harassed further.

When encountering some disasters on the road, there is no need for Linde's instructions. The undead are not in the mindset of completing the task, but are grabbing monsters.

If you have a quick hand, you will have it, but if you have a slow hand, you will not have it!

It was already the evening of the second day when we arrived at the exile post. The post used a suspended iron door. The steering wheel turned to wrap up the iron chain, and then the iron chain pulled up the iron door.

There are only a few scattered people here.

A man wearing rags and a huge iron halter on his head was lying on the ground.

He lunged forward.

"Haha! Got it!"

Lifting it up, it was a palm-sized black cockroach.

"Damn it, he doesn't want to eat it, does he?" an undead man couldn't help but said.

"I'm not stupid!" Unexpectedly, the man turned around.

The iron halter had covered his entire head, except for the mouth, nose and eyes.

He is a boiling exile!

"I'm just playing with it," the exile said, pointing to a room made of wood and mud. "That's where the food you brought is all."

"I'm Linde Allmann, where is Boyd?" Linde's attitude was flat.

According to his understanding, the abscess exiles are not good people. They are essentially people who have committed unforgivable crimes and are destined to die. Every country will have death row prisoners.

The Disaster Executioner team will travel to various countries to find death row criminals, bring them to the front line, and let them use the bodies of sinners to resist the abyss and atone for their sins, and play their last role before death.

Every extra day of life for those who should have died is a gain.

Whether we should thank a group of death row prisoners who have caused countless tragedies for protecting the world is a very contradictory thing.

"Ah, you are the one they are talking about!" The Exile stood up and quickly backed away, hiding a little further away from Lind. He was instinctively afraid of the nobles.

"He, he's painting inside." The exile raised his hand and pointed to another low, small earthen house.

"You guys wait here." Linde only ordered, then walked towards the small earthen house, opened the door and went in. A skylight opened on the roof, letting in light.

It's like a substantial beam of light just falling on the canvas.

A stooped and thin figure with an iron halter on his head is concentrating on painting.

"Boyd?" Linde said.

The rickety figure slowly turned around and looked Lind up and down with the eyes in the hole of his iron bridle: "Lind Alman?"

He stood up and saluted Linde in a noble manner.

"The painting you drew was good."

"Yes, I remember you drew it when you were 17. I was convinced that you would become a powerful nobleman, but now it seems that I was too conservative at the time." Although Boyd couldn't see the prodigal son at the time. Although he is chic, it can still be seen from his conversation that he still retains the elegant habits of aristocrats.

"We have different life experiences."

Linder did not ask Boyd why he became like this. He would restrain his curiosity if the other person was unwilling to tell. This was the respect reserved for a man who once had dignity.

"I heard that you formed an expeditionary force against the Abyss?"

"That's right."

"So, did you hear the call of a certain voice?"

Linde's eyes flashed: "Of course... no, so you heard it?"

"Those sounds can affect one's creation. I hate having people talking in my ears while I'm painting, but now that I'm here, it's much better."

"Your painting house is nice." Lind looked up at the hole in the roof.

Boyd said, "That's the hole I asked the 'rat catcher' to help dig. It rarely rains in this place, so don't worry."

It was getting late, and Lind was destined to spend the night here, so he was not in a hurry to ask Boyd to help him.

"When you have time, can you help me draw another one."

"Is one enough?"

"The Lord of Star Dragon City, the Snake Catcher Fortress, the Lord of Black Island, the Lord of Mountain Troll Castle, the Duke of Rand Kingdom, and the General of Rand Corps." Lind pretended to count on his fingers casually, and then sighed, "You have a lot of work to do."

"Hahaha!" Boyd couldn't help laughing, "You are much more interesting than before, Lind! When I painted your portrait, your hands seemed to be stuck to your knees by honey. You are simply the most obedient boy I have ever seen!"

"This is the best evaluation I have ever heard." Lind said with a smile, and he also liked to chat in a happy atmosphere.

So this is why he can't be a serious king.

As the head of the Novice Village, I think being friendly and amiable is more important.

"I know you must have a lot of questions, but in exchange, you have to answer some of my questions!" Boyd said.

"If you don't feel inferior, I can tell you the length."

"It would be even better if I could see it with my own eyes. I will help you draw the booklet carefully!"

I was too tired yesterday, so I accidentally slept all day today. I will try my best to finish it.