The lord is red again

"We won!"

The prince of the Holy Herman Kingdom, I am Thor, the god of thunder, holding up his fist.

Don't care how many tasks the Snowtop Cult had issued to the undead, and don't care whether they had a good relationship in the past. Just know that in this role-playing game, they completed the task with "zero" casualties.

The NPCs who followed the prince to fight looked at each other.

They followed the prince to recover the land, and then the prince asked them to assemble, saying that there would be a fierce battle next. When they were ready to charge, the prince stopped them again.

Then I saw the prince launch suicide attacks again and again until the undead arrived. With their help, His Royal Highness successfully eliminated the Snowtop Cult and regained the kingdom.

But, I always felt that something was wrong.

"We have never charged once."

We didn't even shout slogans.

However, no one cared about the doubts of the NPCs. The "prince" was in high spirits at this time, thanking the soldiers for their hard work and dedication, even if they were motionless.

"We played an irreplaceable role in this war? When?"

"Our sacrifice? Isn't it always the prince who sacrificed?"

"Don't look at me, I don't know."

The prince raised his arms and shouted.

The NPCs chose to raise their fists.

"Roar!"

Why bother so much? It's enough to satisfy the impulse that suddenly arose in my heart to follow the prince to take back the kingdom. Other things are not important.

The undead gathered together and looked at me, Thor, the God of Thunder.

"What reward did you get?"

Most people play games with enthusiasm. Although helping others to kill monsters in the game may be suspected of being cool, well, if you don't play games to show off and satisfy your own second-year will, why bother to participate in it.

They are still very curious about what reward I, Thor, got.

"No reward, maybe this country is my reward."

I, Thor, said.

Everyone was quiet, and then a discussion broke out in an instant.

"Fuck, the first king?"

"Now that you have your own territory, can you also confer titles on the nobility?"

"Fuck, let's just attack other countries."

A group of undead who were just joining in the fun became excited instantly. Although the identity of the king seemed to have no effect, and there were even a lot of unowned lands in the Enstad continent, it was not a problem to occupy the mountains and develop themselves.

But what you built yourself and what the NPC recognized were two different things. Sometimes a beautiful title could make people stay up for days and nights to brush it.

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, is not yet used to social gameplay. He is very open when chatting with NPCs, and dares to say anything, because he knows that they are all fake, but it is difficult to open his mouth when facing the undead.

Amid the urging of a group of people, I am Thor, the God of Thunder, had to ask the NPC under his command.

"Can we start a war?"

"Your Highness, I don't recommend you do this."

After the sudden impulse in his heart disappeared, the NPC had regained his calm state.

"Why?"

"The world has changed, and war is no longer limited to humans."

The gods have awakened, and each country has its own beliefs. Under such circumstances, a small country in the snow without the protection of gods will be wiped out by others with a flick of the tail.

The undead people present frowned and thought.

"After all this time, the king's power is still divinely granted."

"Nonsense, if there are gods in this world, of course the king's power is divinely granted. Look at the gods on the Enstad continent, haven't they been beaten to death long ago?"

"What god did the Snow Peak Cult believe in before? Why don't we continue to follow the old routine?"

"It's useless. If the god believed in by the Snow Peak Cult is really useful, will we be able to easily wipe it out?"

Everyone talked about it, but no one could come up with a suitable method. The reason is very simple. They had been strolling around the Holy Herman Kingdom before. Although they barely became "experts" based on the strategies on the forum, they were actually just following others' words and following the real bosses. They had never even seen a god in person.

In simple terms, they are experts in speedrunning strategies, who can memorize a set of all-purpose gameplay. They can barely get by in the current version, but they are many times worse than the real T1 team.

I am Thor opened his mouth and said, "I have a very suitable candidate, maybe it can work."

"Who?"

Everyone looked at him in unison.

He said, "Lind Alman."

"Ah? The Black Knight? Is he a god?"

"Yes, although he has killed gods, he is at most a hero in legend, or a godslayer, not a god."

Some people disagree. They look for gods in order to hug their thighs and get feedback.

Gods can give feedback to their believers.

It is difficult for him to explain why. Perhaps it is a very lonely single-player player's unique feelings for the NPC with a deep memory, hoping that the other party will become a god.

"It doesn't matter whether there is a thigh to hug." I am Thor asked, "Are you really going to develop here?"

There are no monsters to fight in the small country in the snow, no magic material resources, no cool equipment, and even the low temperature has been giving negative status to the body.

Staying here is no different from being exiled to guard a fish pond.

"The Black Knight Order." I am Thor, the God of Thunder, said, "Then those who join the order can obtain the title of knight."

"Fuck, I'll join!"

"I'll join too!"

No matter if the Black Knight will recognize him in the future, they'll just get one first.

A group of undead got up and worked together. Soon, based on the photo provided by Thor, they carved a stone statue of Lind Alman wearing a molten armor and riding a golden undead bone dragon.

From then on, the Snowtop Cult disappeared, and the Black Knight Cult appeared.

For the people of the kingdom, there was no change. It didn't matter who they believed in or who was the king.

For the undead, believing in an NPC with a brazier on his head was not as good as believing in the Black Knight, who at least looked handsome.

...

The focus of the battle on the Enstad continent, the 12 Gods Alliance was almost falling apart, and could only maintain superficial harmony.

Because of the rapid loss of undead, they had to do everything they could to stop them and keep these warriors who were not afraid of death. Unfortunately, no matter what benefits they gave, they seemed to be unable to keep the hearts of the undead.

A brand new game map. You can't keep me here even if you give me a set of divine equipment, and you are reluctant to give me divine equipment.

Only some undead farmers who like a stable life did not leave immediately because they missed their land, cows on the farm, eggs in the chicken coop, etc., but everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the undead left.

The old man in the scroll was no longer interested in the meeting. From the undead who could not keep any secrets, he knew some of the situation in the magic land, including the so-called "story god skin" owned by Lind.

The struggle for divine power is the most intense, and only one person can laugh to the end.

Losing the prince of the two swords and Ana the skinny ghost is nothing to him. As long as he completely controls the divine power, he can create more powerful thugs in the future.

Just like he wants to obtain the power of the story master, the black knight will certainly not let him go easily. When the other party's injuries are fully recovered, how can he hide? Those allies can't be trusted.

Fear filled his mind. The old man in the scroll thought very fast in this situation, just like a wild fire facing the heavy rain that was about to fall, stubbornly trying to find a way to keep himself from extinguishing, so as not to suffocate so quickly.

Escape to the devil's land, known as the plane where the mortal world and the divine realm meet!

If he could find another guy who had the ability to dominate the story, that story-telling bastard, he might be able to turn the tables, get rid of the black knight, and take away some of his divine power.

The head of the old man in the scroll seemed to be cracked by a ray of light, and the light slowly spread and wrapped his entire head. The whole person's appearance changed rapidly, and he became a person with some strange clothes.

This is the result of the old man in the scroll after observing many undead people.

The appearance of the undead is very distinctive. Some of them are extremely beautiful and some are extremely ugly, and their words and deeds are very exaggerated.

In addition to their appearance, they will wear very exaggerated and complicated clothes, and like to make all kinds of fancy dresses on their armor.

Plane travel is not that simple, and coordinates are required.

The old man in the painting scroll couldn't travel aimlessly, so following the undead in the Black Knight Underground Cemetery to the Demon Land became the best choice.

The appearance disguise would never be discovered, because the picture is also part of the story.

And the identity he drew for himself could not be easily seen through even by the undead, everything is part of the story.

The Black Knight Underground Cemetery.

It was the first time for the old man in the painting scroll to walk into this huge fortress building. Looking at the densely packed undead, the whole area seemed to be occupied by flies, and the buzzing voices drilled into his ears.

"It seems that my disguise is very successful."

The old man in the painting scroll was very satisfied with himself. He "painted" himself as a wizard with a strength of about 1 ring, which was the largest group of undead.

For clothes, he chose a set of iron barrel armor, with a blue cloak on the outside, and there were strange runes on it.

"Next is the selection to go to the Demon Land."

Even if the direct train to the Demon Land is opened, the number of people who can be transferred there every day is not much. At present, the Black Knight camp can only rely on the gods with 6 rings of strength to help open the portal. The number of people who can open the portal is limited.

The old man in the scroll does not need to ask. As long as he stands there for a while, all kinds of information will come into his ears.

"Can I get a ticket to the Demon Land by drawing a lottery in the store?"

"Is there a chance to get a ticket to the Demon Land by eating snacks?"

"Maybe there is a ticket to the Demon Land in the treasure chest in the dungeon?"

The information was heard, but it was not understood.

Because the undead have a habit of speaking, that is, "I will send you a link."

What is a link.

Or say "Look at this strategy."

What is a strategy.

The old man in the scroll, who has long known that the undead have similar mental network abilities, is not surprised, but feels that the time he spent eavesdropping here is completely wasted.

He plans to clear the so-called dungeon, but he doesn't know which dungeon has a ticket, because when the undead talk about this, they are all speaking obscure words.

The old man in the scroll was ready to give himself

"Bring the tickets to the Magic Land, precious materials or equipment, parking space 1, +++++++"

A big man was shouting at the top of his voice.

After eavesdropping for a while, and seeing many people "+++", the old man in the scroll came over.

"Can you buy the tickets to the Magic Land?"

"Yes!"

The other party did not doubt the identity of the old man in the scroll, looked him up and down, and then asked: "Are you coming? Pay first."

It's not hard to guess what he meant.

The old man in the scroll took out a few necklaces.

"Fuck, a necklace blessed by the gods actually increases charm? Although it's a limited-time item, it can last for two and a half years, which is enough. Brother, where did you get it from?"

It's not that there is no equipment that increases charm. Some gods are more inclined to succubus, so they will take out potions or clothes that increase charm as rewards.

"Is it enough?" The old man in the scroll was not used to the other party's way of speaking.

The necklace blessed by the gods, that's because He is a god himself, and he can have as many as he wants.

"Enough, definitely enough! As long as you don't mind losing."

It was just a two-ring gadget that he took out casually. The old man in the scroll directly stuffed the thing to the other party: "Take me to get the ticket."

"OK, let's go!" The undead nodded, "By the way, brother, add a friend? Otherwise, what if you think I ran away and cheated you of things."

As he said, he opened his right hand.

The old man in the scroll was unmoved.

He knew that was the way the undead "connected" with each other, but his identity was fake and he couldn't "add friends" at all.

"No need, they are all bad guys. I'm not afraid of you running away, just don't be afraid yourself."

The undead gave a thumbs up: "Your words are the most pretentious I've heard in recent days! We operate with integrity, you can rest assured."

Soon a few more people came together and formed a team together.

After dividing the necklaces, several people set off, and the old man with the scroll followed them. They went to a "dungeon", which looked like an underground castle.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that in fact, we figured out how to brush the magic land tickets here."

The undead talked freely, but what they said was nonsense. After all, they would definitely not easily tell the business secrets of making money.

Soon entered the combat state.

The enemy facing the enemy was not strong, only at the level of 1 ring. The old man with the scroll thought that he had to hide his identity, so he suppressed the urge to attack.

Watching the undead people nervously directing the action.

They are indeed a team that is very good at fighting. Although the cooperation between them is a bit messy and the combined attack skills are very awkward, they trust each other very much.

There are really people who can take the initiative to resist the knife for their companions.

A figure wearing a flaming crown appeared, burning with a powerful aura comparable to that of the 3rd ring.

"This official dungeon copy has a fixed refresh of the small BOSS. If it weren't for the limit of only 5 people, we would have flattened it long ago!" said the undead leader.

The old man in the scroll savored the war carefully, watching several undeads die to protect themselves.

"Brother Pepsi! Come on! We will help you attract attention! Go in and get the ticket!"

Brother Pepsi?

Who are you talking about?

The old man in the scroll turned his head left and right.

"Fuck, brother Pepsi, come on, my brother can't stand it anymore!"

"Me?"

The old man in the scroll pointed at his nose.

"Of course it's you, wearing the cloak of Pepsi, I, a covetous party, am embarrassed to say anything to you!"