The lord is red again

"Autism? Single player? Eating alone?"

Linde flipped through it and found that I was Thor, the god of thunder, who had not posted my experience online.

Single player players who don't like socializing are actually a very large group. Even if they experience something interesting in the game, they will only sigh to themselves or chat with friends at most.

People who post everything on the Internet are a minority, and the majority are silent.

But there are also some disadvantages to this, which is very unfriendly to Linde.

The opening of the "role-playing function" is a signpost for the undead to become more and more obedient from now on. If he can be exposed a little this time, he can save a lot of effort in future publicity.

Now, it really serves players one-on-one.

It's a bit of a loss.

"In the future, I will add a few more undead to try this function and do more publicity."

Select an area, it is best to select some actors who are good at acting, and then designate special plots for the undead to play small theater games.

The Kingdom of the Moon is good. There are many strange monsters there, and there is an "air wall" that makes it difficult to leave or enter.

Anything can happen inside.

"Why don't I just start a werewolf game, or let the undead play with themselves?"

If you train an actor yourself and he dies, the cost is too high.

If you want to use the enemy as an actor, the enemy who is too strong is uncontrollable, and the enemy who is too weak is unnecessary.

The Holy Herman City is in sight.

The low city wall and the snow on the ground are not processed. The footprints of pedestrians are full of footprints, which are pressed into a slippery and difficult to stand on ice.

There are two soldiers wrapped in heavy bear skins standing guard. The gloves are too thick, which makes people doubt whether he can hold the hilt of the sword. I am afraid that his fingers can't do it at all.

The scenery in the city is worse than Lind imagined.

This is a gathering place for survivors rebuilt on the ruins. The houses are low, and only a dirt road is cleared on the road. The snow on both sides is piled up thickly.

There were not many pedestrians, and it was freezing cold, so most people would choose to hide at home.

Fortunately, there was no shortage of wood in this land. As long as enough dry firewood was collected and stored before the snow, the winter would not be difficult to endure.

Coincidentally, the undead had stayed here before and helped collect a lot of firewood, so much that they could not put it away.

Snowtop Cult.

Located in the only intact building in the city, it stood out like a signal tower, and you could see its existence by looking up.

Lind stepped into the Snowtop Cult. The stealth and invisibility of the Secret Pattern Messenger had not been used for a long time. At this time, he easily bypassed all the members of the cult.

He walked forward leisurely, but the people patrolling outside did not notice his existence at all.

"What is this?"

Lind looked up at the things worshipped by the Snowtop Cult. It was not a Molten Knight or a Forge Master, but a dwarf with a brazier on his head.

He had short arms and legs, wore a heavy armor, and held a big hammer in his hand.

Dongdongdong, footsteps came.

A burly figure came and saw Lind.

His face changed. He felt the invincible breath from Lind. The brave power of a wild beast swept over with Lind's eyes, which made his spirit violently shaken. The hot breath gushing out of his body was full of indescribable colors, burning like a walking human volcano.

The man blinked hard to free himself from the horrible illusion. The gap in strength was too big, so he was affected in the moment he saw the other party.

His ears were buzzing, accompanied by the heart beating wildly, and he felt dizzy.

He knelt on one knee: "Great Lord!"

Starting with "Great So-and-so", it is a very common situation for believers.

"You, know me?"

Lind didn't need to perform. His momentum as a legendary knight was enough to satisfy all the other party's imagination.

"Of course, great master of the furnace, I have seen your statue and your armor before!" The man's voice was fanatical, and he felt that the figure in front of him became more majestic. The melting armor on Linde seemed to slowly overlap with the armor worn by the master of the furnace in his memory. At first, there was a little similarity, but as the faith in the brain was supplemented, the details quickly approached. Exactly the same! His knees knelt on the ground involuntarily. The other party walked step by step, and as he approached, the high temperature gradually approached his face. "You may have recognized the wrong person." The other party's voice was deep, and the accent did not sound like someone from the Enstad continent. Obviously, the other party was powerful and disdained to replace anyone or pretend to be anyone. That was the pride of the strong. But he keenly caught a hint of something wrong in the other party's voice. Could it be that the other party did not know the master? It was impossible, or he wanted to hide something, pretending to be a passerby who passed by accidentally, and left after getting something he wanted. He became more and more certain of this thought. Only this possibility, then the other party must know the strength of the master and do not want to provoke him, but it does not matter. The gap in strength makes him dare not think too much.

"I am the Pope of the Snow Peak Cult, Azek Snow. Great existence, we are honored by your coming."

No matter who the other party is, the strong sense of oppression will not be fake.

Linde did not care about the other party's performance, but pointed to the stone statue: "Who is that?"

"The Crucible Knight," Azek Snow answered very obediently, his knees seemed to be nailed to the ground, "The knight serving the master."

"Real existence?" Linde walked towards the stone statue, "What is the faith of your Snowtop Cult?"

His two questions were a bit messy, and seemed to have nothing to do with the previous conversation.

Azek Snow understood it immediately: "We have seen Him, the powerful Crucible Knight. If you want to see more about him, there are some records in the cult."

"Records?"

Linde's eyes shifted to Azek.

He didn't care about the life and death of the Snowtop Cult. There were enough people who died in his hands, and his mercy would only be reserved for his own people.

His sight jumped on Azek's body, as if he could find the best place to cut in an instant.

He was seen very clearly by those eyes.

Azek slowly stood up, and after making sure that his actions did not arouse the other party's anger, he quickly left and brought back a thick parchment book.

Taking the book, each page of the paper cover was very thick. It seemed to be a book as thick as a palm, but in fact there was not much content written.

Linde looked through some of the records on it, all of which were related to the so-called "Furnace Knight". When he first heard this name just now, he thought that the Furnace Knight was some kind of potion.

Now he is sure that the other party appeared earlier than the potion, and is a force that protects and serves the gods.

Before the end of the world, potions were heresy.

Just like the "angels" of the Everfrost Land, the giant knights, and even the kings of the abyss.

"Gods must have their own knights."

Linde closed the parchment book.

He has completely understood that after becoming a god, he will be given a part of the power and create knights that belong to him completely, so that they can spread faith for themselves, participate in the war of gods, etc.

How can a god not have "angels"?

It is not so easy to become a "god". It is very difficult to completely collect and combine the power of the broken story master and the broken giant god skin into a new one and then replace it.

Linde has a clear understanding of the development of his own strength. His power is half stolen and half robbed, which is completely different from those natural gods. It is like building a house and relying on himself from scratch.

So, why must he follow the old path of others?

He is interested in having powerful strength, but not in completely replacing anyone.

Patching may also work, Lind can feel the difficulty of collecting divine skins.

"Great..."

Azek Snow wanted to say something.

"Snow." Lind said, his eyes on the other person, staring at the other person's thick fur coat.

"Yes, sir."

"You should fight for the Snowtop Cult."

"Yes... what?"

Azek was a little confused. He didn't understand what Lind meant. He didn't resist fighting for the strong, but the announcement of this war came a little too quickly.

"Pope!" A shout came from outside.

"What's wrong?"

"The prince brought people back to kill."

"Prince?"

Azek frowned, his brain felt something was wrong, but he soon realized: "It was him!"

Is there a prince in this small country in the snow? There should be one in his memory.

When he turned his head again, the existence had disappeared.

A siege war was launched very hastily. As a prince, I am Thor, the Thunder God, and I led a group of strong men with short-handled axes to attack the Holy Herman City.

No one in the city resisted, and no one was excited.

In fact, whether it was the prince or the cult, it was the same for them. If they had that time, they might as well add a piece of firewood to the stove to make the room warmer and ensure that they would not freeze to death.

I am Thor, the Thunder God, commanding two wolves to occupy the city wall, and then he wisely did not continue to attack.

"All stay here!"

He knew his advantages very well, and he also knew his disadvantages.

"Your Highness!"

Everyone looked at him excitedly, as if as long as he said a word, everyone would rush forward again without fear of life and death.

"I will lead you to victory and take back this country!"

The voice of the undead was excited. Although the task came a little inexplicably, as an old hand who mingled in the game circle every day, he knew some hidden game features.

A war won, and the score may not be high.

This role-playing game may have a scoring mechanism. So from which aspects will the scoring be evaluated? It is inseparable from the time it takes to pass the level, the losses of the team, and the losses of the enemy.

So letting these weak NPCs rush forward with me will do nothing except lower the score.

"Gather all the warriors, we are about to start the final war!"

After giving the order, I am Thor, the God of Thunder, and I took the initiative to go to the Snowtop Cult.

The hammer and shield collided, and then the flames dyed the streets red, leaving pits on the snow piles.

The blazing flying shield fragments shot towards the wall, and after the collision, they were easily stuck on it.

The flames were still burning, and then turned into a big fire that engulfed the house.

The people hiding in the house ran out screaming.

Swish——!

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, holding his neck, coughing up blood and falling to the ground. The moment his chin hit the ground, his body turned into ashes.

Then, he appeared on the wall of the Holy Herman City.

"I'm resurrected."

"If there were other people here, it would be much easier to conquer this place."

As a single player, he thought about it and decided to rush forward by himself.

Collision, death, collision, death...

"Can anyone help me?"

…

Azek Snow watched the prince die again and again with a strange expression, and he always felt that something was wrong.

"Kill!"

There was a roar.

"The undead are back! Your Majesty the Pope!"

"withstand!"

The prince of a small country in the snow, "I am Thor, the God of Thunder," was wrapped in animal skins and stood on the city wall.

Behind him stood more than twenty undead people who rushed in a hurry. They moved south to try to find the Black Knight's underground necropolis, and then took a direct train to the magic land.

Just because I was a step too late, I received the call for help from Thor, the God of Thunder, so I immediately came back to kill him.

The difference is that each of them has extraordinary strength, and the armor and weapons on their bodies are already the best standard weapons available among the current version of the undead. Especially after some undead have uploaded various strategies, as long as they study hard, They can all rely on their hard-working hands to make some usable props.

Brewing simple potions isn't a problem either.

They took out bottles of magic potion and poured it on themselves. Some people took out their staffs and chanted.

A circle of light enveloped everyone.

Then another circle of light.

Sprinkle powder.

Sword oil.

At this moment, I am Thor, the god of thunder, and I feel the fun that single-player players will never experience. My strength has increased by at least twice, and my height has been raised a lot by magic. Everyone is as tall as a little giant.

"Kill!"

His Royal Highness the Prince roared angrily and launched an attack on the Snow Summit Order.

"Just the simple mode."

I am Thor, God of Thunder, and he said that this is how it feels to be in a team with others. His previous experience made him not want to communicate too much with others, even in games.

The attack in my hands has not slowed down. The more hardship I endured in the past, the easier mode is now.

Soon they were defeated by Azek Snow of the Snow Summit Order.

But the bitter pill of failure won’t last long.

"For His Highness the Prince!"

The ground shook.

The undead are back again.

Winning in numbers is what they do best.

Linde stayed out of the matter and helped himself complete an experiment at the cost of the destruction of a religion.

Reward after completing the task? There is no reward, this country is a reward, if the undead are willing to stay, they can use it however they want.

Even without the title of "prince", the undead can still recruit local aborigines to work for them, but almost everyone has given up doing so because the gap in strength is too large and the aborigines cannot keep up with their own development. At most, they can only raise a few good-looking ones at home. NPC.

He witnessed the destruction of a religion with his own eyes. It was as messy as a street fight. Although the flames of magic were flying everywhere, it was not beautiful at all.