The lord is red again

The vast eagle-shaped monsters spread their wings, blocking the blue sky above their heads, and several layers stacked together like a black blanket.

The ubiquitous flock of birds floated in the sky like a dark cloud.

Sharp beaks, sharp eagle claws, and a terrifying number that could completely bury a person.

Then they seemed to have received some kind of signal and began to rush towards the ruined fortress where Lind was. Their feathers cut the cold wind, like ice knives scraping on the ice, leaving a series of harsh and sharp sounds.

There was a rumbling collision sound, and Lind looked up and found that the dust inside the fortress began to shake.

He took the magic potion and didn't care whether there were any unexplored corners inside the fortress. He crashed through the stone wall and rushed out.

The chilly wind hit his face.

Lind suddenly found that he really liked a warmer environment than the cold.

The Melt Carved Armor quickly wrapped his body, including his head.

At this time, he also discovered the difference in the surrounding environment. The light became very dim, which was impossible to happen on the top of the snow-capped mountain with an extremely high altitude. Occasionally, dark clouds would flow around the mountainside of the snow-capped mountain.

He looked up and saw the terrifying number of huge eagle-shaped monsters.

They were like blood-sucking insects chasing after the smell of blood, crowded and mad.

The manic eagle-shaped monsters began to rush over one after another, as crazy as going out of the cave to find food. Linde retreated, and there was already a long blade in his hand.

The long blade from the Melt Carved Armor was nothing special. It just fused a small piece of magic ring fragment, which was stronger and seemed to have a blessing for the flame.

With a turn of the wrist, starting from the long blade in Linde's right hand, the flame appeared on the top of the snow-capped mountain like a stretched single-wing wing.

If it was placed in the distance, you should be able to see a blade wing spread out high on a rugged mountain range covered with snow, sweeping across, and a huge hole was cut in the black blanket of the sky.

He chopped again, and the gap became bigger.

The attacked eagle-shaped monster fell in a charred state.

But the difference in numbers was still too big. It was the first time that Linde truly felt the mood of those bosses who were besieged and killed by the undead.

The razor-sharp eagle beak stabbed at him, like a killer who was waiting for a chance to strike, falling from the sky, leaving no way for people to avoid and deal with it directly.

Fighting in an environment that was not favorable to him, Linde was a little stretched.

The melting armor helped him provide flame support, but this was a snowy mountain with extremely low temperature that could freeze people to death in a short time.

Linde fought and retreated, trying to find a place where he could hide.

"Can't kill them all? Where did these things come from?"

They were not weak, at least he had to swing a knife to die, and if he continued to fight, he would be exhausted to death.

While Linde was distracted to deal with it, he was looking for an escape route. He only needed to wait a little and take some time to try to take the potion to advance.

"There is a cave."

The excellent sight helped Lind find an escape route. He turned around and rushed over. When he was flying and diving, golden skeleton arms stretched out from his cloak that was pulled straight by the wind.

The ghosts crawled out and looked up at the flock of birds swooping down like knives from the sky.

"Stop them!"

The ghosts, who are not physically harmed, are the best helpers to deal with the flock of birds.

They roared ghostly and rushed towards the eagle-shaped monsters in the sky. They used their rotten ghost arms, broken swords, broken skull hammers, etc. to smash the heads of the eagle-shaped monsters and use the force to jump up before the corpses fell out of control.

The golden figure was slowly submerged by the dark flock of birds and could no longer be seen, barely delaying Lind for a certain period of time.

He crashed into the cave.

Crackling, the monsters rushed in frantically, or rather, forced in.

Slowly, the whole mountain was wrapped by the eagle-shaped monsters, and the snow-capped mountain became a dark monster mountain.

The impact intensified.

Lind had not expected these things to be so crazy.

"We must not start a formal war with the undead."

He chopped the charging monsters with one hand, watching them crush the bodies of his companions into rotten meat and push them towards him.

The cave had been completely dyed with the blood of the beasts, and the smell of feces and blood was not pleasant.

Lind took out a bottle of potion.

He seemed to be in a hurry, but in fact, he could easily fight hard and concentrate on his promotion.

The Storm Knight passed the potion and drank it in one gulp.

This move was a bit risky. He did not prepare, pray, or feel the throbbing of his soul in advance, but Lind still drank the potion.

There was a moment when, after drinking the potion, Lind felt that he suddenly stepped into the mud, and the worst thing was that the mud actually got into the boot. He moved his toes slightly, and the mud began to surge between his fingers.

What was worse was that this sticky, creeping feeling crept up along his ankles, to his knees, thighs, and waist, until it completely engulfed him.

…

In the snow-capped, noisy snow-capped mountains, the creeping "Eagle-shaped Monster Mountain" that seemed to breathe had been struggling like this for a long time.

Finally, no more reinforcements could be seen in the distant sky, but the price was that several nearby snow-capped mountains were also occupied by monsters and turned into a dark place.

Among the towering peaks, a blue figure suddenly rushed out.

Standing with a bow step and a sword in hand, the blue light of the soul was burning with high-temperature armor.

After this figure appeared, he did not use any range attack, but moved forward with the simplest slashing posture, one knife at a time, and did not even use the "diffusion" effect.

The sun and the moon rotated in the sky, and the slashing continued.

From the outside, you can only see the group of monsters wrapped into a moving giant ball, which is so big that it can connect the ground and the clouds in the sky.

Linde stepped on the corpse of the eagle-shaped monster and moved forward slowly. The pressure in his mind was faintly released.

After drinking the "Storm Knight Path" potion, Linde felt the changes in his soul, as if his soul was growing and trying to transcend the constraints of the body. This is definitely not good news.

The consciousness is several times faster than before, but his body is very slow, and he feels that he can't keep up at all.

This is the body of an old noble in the internal test. It was considered a small BOSS level until the public test. Unexpectedly, it can't even bear the power of the legendary Storm Knight Path.

Linde had to let his soul try to adapt to the body. He didn't plan to become a ghost.

Continuous slashing can barely meet his needs and stabilize through consumption.

At this moment, Lind felt as if he had the power of the vast ocean, turning into a fierce weapon, confident enough to split any enemy, everything in front of him, even space and time.

All this is an illusion, he knows, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will not fall into it.

Slowly, the feeling of exhaustion surged up.

The soul finally squeezed into the body completely.

Both sides need to adapt to each other.

The legendary storm knight is also the highest level that Lind can reach by drinking magic potions. According to the level of the undead, it is in the range of 51-60, which is also a mainstay in the magic land.

The light on his body quickly shrank, and the molten armor was close to his body. He looked much "thinner" than before.

Turning gracefully, his wrist turned quickly, and the blade harvested life.

The speed was faster.

Lind looked down at the countless eagle-shaped monster corpses below, and grabbed the handle with both hands.

The simplest way to deal with it.

Vertical slash!

The big ball of monsters was split in half. Unlike before, he is now a legend. Without the basic strength to force a drag, Linde's combat explosiveness directly entered the 5th-6th ring range.

Even if he directly encountered the King of Corruption, he dared to fight, provided that the other party did not let him go.

The blue soul cut.

Sweep horizontally, split vertically.

The invisible air wave swept across the mountains, and those sharp claws of monsters and dark eagle eyes dimmed in the sweeping attack that tried to change the terrain, causing a rain of corpses under the mountains.

"It's like a glass of blood-red wine was poured for me to celebrate my stepping into the legend."

Linde stood on the sea of ​​corpses and blood, looking up at the endless group of monsters that covered the sky and the sun.

The armor mask shattered, and he took out the second bottle of magic potion and drank it.

If the body can still bear it, then it's better to wait for the day.

This time he drank the Molten Knight Path potion. Rationally speaking, drinking the Undead Knight Path potion is the best choice. Just like Win Raven, he will not die even if his head is blown up, and he can recover even if his heart is pierced. He is a completely unkillable monster and is most suitable for a protracted war.

However, taking more and more advanced potions is not like the earliest potions.

For example, if something goes wrong after drinking the potion of the Great Knight, it means that the body will mutate, just like the dragon skin armor master Bard, who will grow an extra arm.

And the frost archer Lance, who has antlers growing on his head.

Their path to promotion is blocked, but they are not worried about their lives.

Later, if one step goes wrong, it will directly turn into sticky pus.

Even Lind can feel that if he makes a mistake when drinking the Molten Knight Path potion this time, he will most likely be absorbed by the Molten Armor in reverse.

After all, the other party was once called a "god", which is a kind of peculiar "god skin".

The potion is cold in the mouth and tastes good.

"Hmm?"

He was distracted, dealing with the suicidal beasts while observing the changes in his body.

No new fruit appeared on the "professional tree", but a fruit that had appeared long ago suddenly began to tremble and burn.

The path of the master of the furnace, the fire knight.

Is it a direct fusion, from the fire knight to the molten flame knight, or is it to separate the two.

Of course, the two are merged. He has long been aware of the limit of drinking potions. Even if he finds a higher-level potion formula for the master of the furnace in the future, he probably won't drink it again.

And the probability is very low.

Everything seems to be the same. The fire knight has become the molten flame knight, and has also been upgraded to the legendary level.

Linde can feel his strong affinity with fire. Unlike the fire knight who can only rely on the flame of the sun knight, he can now ignite the fire.

The flame brews in his heart, and then explodes under his absolute control.

Large groups of monsters died, and the ground was surging with magma.

The sky, which had long been occupied by black, was filled with thick smoke again, blocking the view.

When Lind looked down, he found that he had successfully affected the terrain.

"The third bottle, Dragon Rider, I don't seem to have a dragon." Lind raised his head and drank the potion, and threw the bottle aside.

It doesn't matter whether there is a dragon or not.

...

Enstad Continent.

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, wearing a wolfskin coat, holding a hammer and moving forward cautiously.

Animal skins are the characteristic clothing of this ice and snow country. The function of the hammer is to look good. After all, I have named myself Thor. Using the staff feels like climbing the wall to Loki.

"Awooo!"

A wolf howled in the distance. I, Thor, looked up and imitated the wolf howl. Soon, two wild wolves with shoulder heights of two meters ran over.

One of the two wolves had silver-white fur like snow, which was very beautiful, and the other had black fur, which was cool and cold.

In order to raise these two wolves, I, Thor, rejected another wizard profession and chose the current auxiliary profession. However, he did not regret it at all. Whether it is awesome or not is a matter of one version, but whether it is handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime.

When others were jealous of being able to get a pet cat in the magic land, I, Thor, already had two handsome and powerful wolves as helpers, so he was a lone ranger when he usually acted and did tasks, unless his friends forced him to do tasks together when they were online.

"What's going on ahead?"

I am Thor, the God of Thunder. I can understand what the two wolves I raise are saying, and sometimes I have to guess.

What he likes most is the peculiar realistic style of this game. Just like raising the black and white wolves now, he really raised them from childhood to adulthood. When the wolf cubs were still young, he took the two wolves out to hunt weak beasts.

When they become stronger, they will take me, the God of Thunder, to hunt powerful enemies.

The feelings between the two sides are no longer summarized by games and players. When a person enters another world during sleep every day, and the time and things he experiences here are far more than the human world, can he still distinguish between reality and games?

He doesn't know about others, but I am Thor, the God of Thunder, is very sure that the feelings between him and the two wolves are real.

"Fuck!"

I don't need the black and white wolves to explain the situation. I am Thor, the God of Thunder, saw the changes in the far distance. The dark sky was suffocating.

"Wait, why do I look so familiar?"

He took out the telescope.

Some props that are helpful for undead to act alone, such as "compass", "telescope", "papermaking", etc., have tutorials on the forum.

The compass is helpful for most undead, and it is difficult for everyone to determine the direction they are facing.

Not to mention papermaking and printing, it is their successful creation that allows undead to write books and draw pictures at will in this world. Many books and comics written and drawn by undead themselves have very terrifying sales.

Finally, the telescope can quickly detect the enemy situation.

"Isn't that a bald bird of more than 20 levels? How many, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, millions?"

I am Thor, the god of thunder, taking a deep breath.

Judging from the size, he guessed the distance. It was still very far away. He thought about it and turned to leave.

It was too dangerous ahead, so I ran away.