The lord is red again

On the top of a mountain somewhere.

Snow covered the top of the mountain. Looking from a high place, it was all white.

An eagle-shaped monster spread its wings and flew over the top of the head, and the white sea of ​​clouds was cut open by its wings.

"Roar!"

The monster raised its head and roared, swearing that this sky belonged to it.

It saw a burning figure, which was rising rapidly, surrounded by mist stirred up by the ice and snow when it was heated.

Prey!

The eagle-shaped monster swooped down with its wings together, regardless of whether the opponent was prey or enemy.

The distance was quickly shortened, and it rushed like a long shuttle, full of murderous intent.

However, just as it approached, golden skeleton arms stretched out from the cloak behind it, forming a strange golden sword, slashing from top to bottom, splitting the monster in half.

A lot of blood was splashed from the corpse of the eagle-shaped monster, which quickly condensed after being cooled, bringing a sharp red hail to the land, and the corpse of the monster was also stuck on the top of the mountain in a weird posture.

Linde did not go to see the monster. After he obtained the Melting Armor, he immediately went to find the furnace to obtain his own legendary potion.

It might not be difficult to let the Rabbit Tooth Witch become a legendary wizard, but it is unlikely that she can easily refine legendary potions. The materials are not easy to get.

"It is good news that the undead cannot reach the legend in a short time?"

As long as the strength of the undead can reach the 4th ring, with its tens of millions of people, even the abyss in its heyday will only be chopped to kneel.

If all members are 5th ring, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse will probably die if they reappear.

If all members are 6th ring, the three gods will reappear, and it is estimated that they will have to re-elect the person in charge.

Thinking of this, Linde suddenly felt very good.

He fantasized that one day when he met the three gods, the undead would stand up and slam the table: "Linde said that he could give us endless materials, endless dungeons, and endless daily grind. We must choose Linde to be the boss!"

Well, take out the little notebook and write something down first. Magdalena and the nephew of the corrupt king Grace are trying to steal his girlfriend. In the future, I will send a task to the undead to harass them.

Linde was thinking wildly in his mind, and his feet had already landed on the top of the mountain.

He was an inconspicuous little ant in the white snow.

The hot air exhaled would freeze into ice in an instant.

This is a desperate place that ordinary life cannot reach. The thin air is cold, even colder than when he was in Star Dragon City. The frozen mountain range that he had thought about many times but never climbed was probably not this high.

He took a step and walked up.

The right foot fell, the heavy snow melted, and with the sole of the foot as the origin, the surrounding white snow was burned into white mist, and then turned into a burst of frost when it floated away from Linde.

Ahead is a ruined fortification, and the broken fortress and rubble prove that a war had taken place here.

This is also the place where the Molten Armor "woke up".

Lind suppressed his doubts. What is the relationship between the Molten Knight and the Forge Master? Are they brothers and sisters, or are they using vests, or are they evil? It has little to do with him at present.

Fortunately, this war that involves who knows how far back in time, there are no enemies now.

Otherwise, the enemy encountered by a strong man who is only one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, no matter how weak, will definitely be able to kill Lind in an instant, and he will be useless even if he has thousands of lives.

"While the undead are not here, I will pick up the rags first."

All rags.

Broken blades, armor, boots, shields, etc.

As time passed, they have lost their original power and turned into rotten things that break at the touch.

Lind raised his hand and lifted a stone, a huge stone that was bigger than him. When it fell into his hand, he actually felt a sense of "handle with care".

Turning around, he gently put the boulder down.

"Boom!"

The ground shook violently.

The weight of the stone was indeed not light, but he was not a human.

Linde raised his hand and fanned the air gently, then frowned and entered the ruins. This was a downward fortress staircase, built very spaciously. Judging from the size, the people moving here were at least three to five times taller than Linde.

"The height of the god?"

He stretched out his hand and gestured.

His current height was gradually surpassing that of ordinary humans, and every god he had come into contact with, regardless of his strength, was very tall.

His sight quickly swept over.

He walked down and went deep into the fortress.

With too much experience in exploring ancient ruins, Linde's garbage picking was different from that of the undead. He knew where there were real things and where he couldn't find good things even if he turned everything upside down.

"What is this, it's so unique?"

Linde picked up a palm-sized piece of armor.

"This thing existed hundreds or thousands of years ago?"

There is a saying, the less you wear, the higher the armor.

He pulled a golden ghost out of the ghost cloak, and let it wear a palm-sized armor while the other party was confused.

"It's still a breastplate, tsk."

Then he raised his fist and punched it down.

Boom!

The golden ghost staggered and fell to the ground.

"How is it?"

The golden ghost stood up and scratched his skull with his finger bones. He accidentally scratched into the crack of the skull, which made people feel sick.

The ghost shook his head, then pointed at the armor and nodded.

"It's really useful!"

Even the Mechanicus had not invented the technology to protect the whole body with only a palm-sized armor.

It might be possible to do it with active magic or shields, but it needs to be activated as an additional skill, and this palm-sized armor is real armor. Even if it only protects the left chest, it can still protect the buttocks when it is cut.

"This technology must be lost now."

Lind can already imagine what the undead will do when they get such an armor.

Dressing on the edge, Magic Land·Summer Swimsuit Season!

Lord Lind, who likes to watch outfits very much, does not refuse an interesting visual feast. Saving the world is so tiring, and he needs to relax occasionally.

Putting away the palm-sized armor, he continued his journey of exploration.

The door in front was stuck.

Lind thought about it and did not kick it. Instead, he raised his finger, and a flame condensed from his fingertips, and quickly drew a circle on the door like electric welding.

Boom, a round hole was burned in the door.

Entering inside, it turned out that the collapsed house blocked the door. One end of the beam collapsed and stuck to the ground, breaking the barrier between the underground and upper spaces.

A ball of warm light emanated from his body, illuminating the space inside.

This seemed to be a special study room.

Half of the space was lost due to the collapse, but there was a table in the remaining half, on which three unfolded parchments were placed.

Time has eroded this place, and it seems that the parchment has become fragile. Linde gently raised his hand to fan away the dust. Fortunately, it is not like some Indiana Jones-type movies, where just air flow will cause the entire room to collapse.

"What is this? Secret language, formula?"

Linde looked at the things recorded on it, all of which were some special materials. Considering that the furnace was related to the mysterious alchemy, he had reason to believe that this was the formula for using the furnace.

Unfortunately, many of the things recorded on it were unfamiliar to him. It is likely that the names have changed with the changes of the times, or they have completely disappeared from the world. It is more likely that Lord Linde really does not know them.

Even as strong as he is, it is impossible for him to understand every kind of creature and material in the three continents, plus the four worlds of the Demon Land, and these materials also include mutations before and after the doomsday.

"Such a great task is better to be handed over to the undead."

Linde did not plan to taste hundreds of herbs and record them, but it is still feasible to open a collection book and let the undead search and record the information themselves, and then find someone to verify and organize it.

At this stage, the role of the undead is to be a tool. You can't really rely on them to fight. The gap in strength is too big, and these guys turn against you too quickly.

After writing down the formula, Linde turned around again, but only found a bottle of strange potion. The potion has dried up, and the things inside seem to be mold, and it is likely that it cannot be taken.

Magic potions will also expire.

After leaving this room, Linde continued to search, and finally saw a small platform with a strange shape, full of cracks.

"Can spiders leave webs anywhere?"

An ordinary living person will turn into ice in a short time here, and the knight will enter a state of continuous blood loss and die.

Flames cannot provide temperature, but are more convenient for lighting.

Linde walked to the strange small platform with doubts. He was sure that this was the "furnace" he had been looking for, but it was not a complete furnace, but a broken one.

He raised his right hand, and the gauntlet flew away like a moth with burning wings, revealing Linde's right hand.

After searching in the ghost cloak he carried with him, Linde found the fox he had hunted and skinned at some point.

"At that time, they said that this fox was pretty and could be made into a scarf."

Using the fox tail to clean the furnace and dust off the dust and cobwebs, he was not sure whether this thing could work successfully. After all the hardships, he finally found the hope of drinking the new potion, so it was never too careful.

Lind's control over his body has reached an extreme, otherwise he would not treat the injury as a trivial matter like cutting nails. He could judge that the other party was only slightly injured after stabbing him with a sword for more than ten times.

Everything was ready, Lind tried to use the furnace, using spiritual power as a traction to make the soul contact with the furnace.

He was not a wizard, he did not know magic and had never thought about learning magic, but when it came to contacting with the soul, he knew a lot. A blue light emerged from the palm of his hand.

His right hand, which was shining with blue light, gently pressed on the small platform of the furnace, and the next moment the light bloomed.

...

Rumble.

Enstad continent, noisy snow-capped mountains.

A beam of light suddenly shot up into the sky. At first, the beam of light was very thin, but it took only two or three breaths for the beam of light to suddenly expand, like a suddenly enlarged stick poking the clouds in the sky.

The clouds in the sky rotated clockwise.

The storm roared, the earth shook, and the ocean surged.

Something in this mountain range was affected by the sudden appearance of the beam of light.

"Gaga!"

An eagle-shaped monster spread its wings and flew to the top of the mountain, looking towards the direction of the light column.

"Gaga!"

More and more eagle-shaped monsters flew out, they were a black mass, and as time went by, they became more and more numerous, even turning a snowy mountain into a pitch-black bird peak.

The light column suddenly disappeared.

The eagle-shaped monsters' eyes flashed with fierce light, and rushed towards the snowy mountain.

…

Linde looked up at the top of his head, and the light column penetrated the ruined fortress building above his head, ignoring the collision of objects, and flew to the outside world like a signal.

At the moment, he couldn't care about those things, he looked at what he got in his hand.

A bottle of strange potion.

He had a detailed potion formula, a precise potion ratio, and arranged them in order like a plate. He didn't expect that the furnace would mix everything together in an instant, and then this bottle of strange potion appeared, which he couldn't tell what it was.

Black bubbles were bubbling.

"A legendary Abyss Disaster Heart, wasted like this?"

It was different from the potion in the record, so Lind didn't dare to drink it.

He was afraid that he would die directly after drinking it, or even worse, become some kind of disaster monster.

"I don't have many legendary Abyss Disaster Hearts on me. If these are wasted, do I have to go back to lick the Abyss again?"

He didn't care much about licking the Abyss. As long as the benefits were enough, he would endure humiliation.

The only problem was that the Abyss probably couldn't produce more legendary Abyss Disaster Hearts. This thing was a luxury to use to make the Abyss Lord. Every one of them was a cut of flesh from the Abyss.

When making the Abyss Monarch, the Abyss can still recover blood when the monarch dies, but the Heart of Disaster that is cut off is really a waste.

Lind packed the black potion and prepared to find something with strong vitality to drink it after a while, and then he started to use the furnace for the second time.

After all, it is directly using the power of almost divine power, not boiling potion, so it is normal to have some problems.

Put all the materials in place. This time he did not boil the legendary Molten Knight Path potion. Just now he thought about boiling this one first. After all, he already has the Molten Knight Armor, and there is no power that is more suitable for the Molten Knight.

Since it went wrong, stop the loss in time and try something else first.

Storm Knight, Undead Knight, and Dragon Knight.

"All four need to be tested."

He put down the legendary Storm Knight Path potion and pressed his right hand on the furnace again.

"It can be controlled!"

This broken furnace has a malfunction, so you have to gamble.

The light flashed, and the light column shot up into the sky again.

More and more eagle-shaped monsters gathered outside, and Lind had successfully harvested a potion of the Storm Knight Path, which was difficult to determine whether it was successful.

The good news is that it doesn't look that bad. Unlike the Molten Knight, it may be non-toxic.

The furnace has been shaking since just now.

"It's going to break."

Lind made a quick decision. He must brew the potion of the Undead Knight Path. If nothing else, it is very suitable for him to be invincible. How can he be a Ranger Swordsman with a short health bar?

If you want to be sensitive and have output, a thick health bar is the most basic. This theory also applies to the mage profession.

You can only output if you stand!

The third potion is no different from the second one.

While the furnace did not collapse, Lind immediately made another Molten Knight Path potion, and the effect was pretty good this time.

Crack!

It started to crack.

You can't be without one of the three.

The Dragon Knight Path potion was also made.

In total, four Legendary Path potions of uncertain efficacy and one piece of waste were harvested.