The lord is red again

A mushroom cloud exploded in Linde's palm.

Linde, who was physically strong, chose to use his own body to resist the impact.

"To increase your favorability, you need to hold the fragment of the magic ring connected to your head. How is this different from the ancient novels where you pull the tail of a female beast and she will marry you?"

Lind grabbed Tione's broken pieces and felt the other person's emotional feedback.

This feeling is very magical. After he owned many magic ring fragments, he also thought about using this power, but the conclusion was that he could use it to forge weapons or armor.

He himself had no mastery of such techniques.

The cursed weapons or blessed weapons circulating in the world are all naturally formed, and occasionally some are related to religious beliefs, but the gods that Linde knows have no idea about this.

It is their normal operation to pick up an artifact and then claim that it is a manifestation of their power.

Bind all miracles to yourself.

He used the continuously exploding debris as a bond, and then conducted a purely emotional friendly match, without any special emotions mixed in, lip friendship.

Sister Huan, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, stretched her legs. The legs under the long skirt were definitely not as slender as they appeared visually. The thighs were fleshy enough. The stockings that were cut into the flesh of the thighs could prove this. When she was When he pinched his waist, Linde admitted that his specialty was not melee combat. The thick health bar was just because he had a good foundation. What he was really good at was skills.

The scorching high-temperature magic potion blasted from the first battle penetrated the path, making Tione, whose mood began to fluctuate violently, couldn't help but want to retreat, but Lind's second pursuit was like a beast knocking people down. Hit hard with the head.

The Ring Sister flew into the sky and was hit in the heart.

She choked and fought hard, especially the instinct of her body and the fierce counterattack of the fragments of the magic ring, all of which were carried out in her absent-minded state.

The subconscious counterattack of his legs was blocked by Linde's knees, while the magic ring... was suppressed by his palms.

Until the body's instinctive resistance was ruined by Linde's precise bombing.

Tione hugged Lind's neck and looked up at the man who was face to face with her.

Lind pulled himself out of Tione's mouth.

At this moment, Sister Ring's armor has been torn. It is obvious that the violent physical confrontation just now caused her to be seriously injured. It can be seen from the blood dripping from some limbs of Lind's body.

"Can you still fight?"

"Of course, I feel like the wound is already healing."

Linde sighed at the wonder of the magic physique.

But when he thought about himself, he couldn't even be considered a human being, and he thought about those familiar people on another continent.

It's just that it's not time to go back, as NPCs in the novice continent, they will be very safe. Raniya and others are also occupying the entire continent, so they shouldn't bring their eyes back.

At least until he finds a way for the old nobles to steadily improve their strength, he is not prepared to get involved too much.

"The Shard and the Old Noble, the Knight of the Ring."

Linde had to admit that his brain became extremely clear after the fierce battle, allowing him to think with absolute calmness, just like now.

"Lind?"

Tione's voice was still cold.

It sounds emotionless, with a cold and sacred tone, saying "I can still fight", nothing is more exciting than this.

It is an unexpected and surprising discovery that my fiancée has an emotional antenna.

"Didn't you say that you won't let me read comics drawn by the dead anymore? But I remember that the one called Ekiben is drawn by the undead... Hmm."

"I mean in the future!"

The bloodline of the Alman family needs to be continued, and the fiancée has the obligation to do so. Even the great Lord Linde Alman has thought of more, but now he must first understand how much his fiancée has learned.

"Can we hold hands?"

"certainly."

…

"He's dead, it's all your fault!"

Every day in the life of the undead is noisy.

If this is a time-travel novel, and one soul from the earth can mess up the whole world, then tens of millions of souls from the earth will never make the world peaceful.

Recently, the undead are crazy about the role-playing plot of the Bard.

There are fewer and fewer optional stories, but the number of undead people has not decreased, but is still increasing. Everyone is attracted by the rewards given by Linde.

Especially after Linde defeated the strange bird in "CG" and let the undead pick up some legendary materials, many parts of those legendary materials have been discovered at this stage that can be used.

The simplest way to use it is to force it together with the weapon, tie the claws to the sword and chop people, it is very sharp.

There are many other ways to use Shadahan.

Everyone also believes that there are definitely other ways to use it, but it has not been updated and unlocked yet.

The old man in the picture scroll has been a little anxious recently.

He disguised himself as an immortal and had completed many tasks, but he had never found what he wanted.

The only thing I hear often these days is “private chat.”

What is private chat, how can I chat privately, no one can help the old man interpret it.

Moreover, during his contact with the undead, he discovered that the undead often spoke words that he did not understand but could gradually understand.

For example, "send a link", "private me", "what hanging picture" and so on.

They represent an image called "video", a string of text, and a pattern respectively.

Even gods would never know these contents, so even if he has the ability to communicate with other people, the old man in the scroll has always been very obedient and did not dare to project his voice into the minds of the undead.

"Where are you going?"

"To do a mission."

The two undead who have been cooperating with the old man in the scroll are also very anxious. The NPC disguised as an undead has not made any moves. He obediently completes tasks and grinds materials every day, and looks no different from everyone else.

And this guy's favorability can't be brushed at all.

Then there is no need to continue wasting time with him. The attitude of the two undead has also taken a sharp turn for the worse. Recently, they are developing in the direction of impatience. In order to keep the hidden mission that seems to be extremely important, they have not teamed up with others.

At this stage, whether it is material accumulation or wealth accumulation, they are completely behind other undead, and map development is even worse.

Others have already used brand new magic prostheses, but they only cut off one arm, and they still use the old model retired by other undead.

The sunk cost is a bit high, and they are a little reluctant to give up the NPC in front of them directly.

Forget it, let's go with him to do the mission.

"What mission?" The old man in the scroll explained, "I've been a little busy since I went offline recently. Although I usually have a lot of materials, I watch videos when I have time, man, you know."

The two undead looked at each other.

Even though they have been with each other for a long time, they still find it incredible.     Perfectly mastering the chat methods between undead, proficient in all kinds of popular online memes recently, if this is AI intelligence, it is too smart, and it often makes them feel chilling.

I really can't tell whether the other party is real or not.

"Is that so? Actually, it's nothing. There is just a bard who allows us to experience the plot of role-playing."

"What about the mission reward?"

"The mission issued by the Black Knight, the reward is the path potion of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

The old man in the scroll nodded excitedly: "Good stuff, let's go, let's go immediately!"

He ran away because the Black Knight was very likely to find him. He didn't expect to meet him again now, but as a qualified undead, it would be a problem if he heard the mission given by the Black Knight and didn't accept it.

Regardless of whether the mission can be completed or not, the undead's style of doing things is to accept the mission as soon as there is one, and it doesn't matter if it can be completed or not.

The two undead chatted quietly.

"Sure enough, the NPC is still not perfect."

"It's normal. If he is exactly the same as us, it would be too scary."

"But how does he know so many Internet clichés?"

"Is it possible that we can't talk without clichés, so he learned them secretly?"

"I accidentally trained an artificial idiot who is proficient in clichés? I suddenly feel so accomplished, what's going on."

As long as you are an undead, you will definitely not be able to escape the bombardment of relevant information about the Black Knight recently.

Especially after he appeared in front of the Fog Rain City and killed the strange bird to show four advanced professions, he has been regarded by the undead as a skill instructor of the Knight Path.

There is only one possibility that can make the undead who have no fighting spirit seize the time to start taking action, and that is "job change".

No undead can refuse job change.

More cool professional skills, stronger output, and more cool appearance. Maybe there will be more social life. The most important thing is that there may be a new version update.

Everyone wants to upgrade to level 30.

"Let's go?"

Seeing that the two did not speak, the old man in the scroll had to ask himself.

The three went to the store and spent money to buy scorpion fleas for transportation, including water and food needed for long-distance operations, and a map.

The map has become very important at this stage, because before this, Magdalena had used the power of the undead to help the King of Corruption occupy a lot of territory. Her plan is to use this to attack the main gate of Wuyu City.

But man's plan is not as good as God's plan. Linde's mission has withdrawn most of the undead.

The undead who have no feelings for the magic land just sit and watch the land that has been captured being taken away.

There is no ripples in my heart.

As long as it does not delay the main plot, and the main plot is not to defeat the abyss, taking back Wuyu City is just a "branch line". The branch line can fail, it doesn't matter at all.

Many undead gathered on the route to find the key plot character, the bard. From a distance, it looked like a camel team migrating in the desert.

"I'm so jealous."

The undead on the left of the old man in the scroll sighed.

Facing his confused eyes, the other party explained: "Look, they are all mechanically ascended. From now on, they don't need to eat to replenish their physical energy, and they are immune to many negative effects."

What kind of good thing is this?

The old man in the scroll didn't understand. Maybe the gods of the Mechanicus were special, but in his opinion, transforming the body undoubtedly abandoned many possibilities. This way of improving strength is extremely incompatible with the life growing on the land illuminated by the magic ring.

Undead, a group of crazy people who are eager for quick success.

After making an evaluation in his heart, the old man in the scroll continued on his way, but as he was on the way, he slowly felt that something was wrong, and some things in his mind were being pulled out.

"The owner of the divine skin!"

The old man in the scroll was shocked. Could it be that the black knight came to his door?

Like repels like, and he will never feel wrong about the feeling of power.

At the same time, the handsome face of the storyteller changed.

He could feel that a presence that made him uncomfortable was approaching him.

The three layers of undead surrounded him completely. He gained a lot from telling stories, but it was obvious that now was definitely not a good time to tell stories.

It's time to go!

The bard glanced at a warrior in front of him, who was immersed in the story of the battle between the black knight and the underground bird.

After contacting enough undead, the bard found out who the other two pieces of divine skin were. One was the black knight he could not match. Just from the terrifying strength shown by the other party, he could be sure that he was no match.

Another old man in the scroll, his "old acquaintance", although the other party might not know his existence, because the other party was a god who existed because of the power of the story master, but the story master existed because of him.

If the person who came was Lind, he would definitely lose, but he might not die, because from the other party's "story", he could understand that Lind was not a person who wanted to kill all, he would rather conquer.

If it was the old man in the scroll, the situation would be even worse.

The old man in the scroll who escaped from the "mutated" Moon Kingdom had a paranoid pursuit of the integrity of the story.

The old man in the scroll would definitely tear himself apart, peel off his skin alive, and then become more "complete".

"I should have listened to them earlier, at least not exposed the divine skin on me, but who can refuse to tell stories?"

Telling stories is all he has.

"When can I finish 10 stories!"

"The tasks given by Lind are too difficult."

"Who knows how to unlock it? No new stories have appeared so far."

Listening to the complaints of the undead, the bard felt sorry, because his strength was not enough to support himself to tell more stories, and every time he intercepted a story, he needed to consume a lot of strength.

But now the situation seems to have reversed a little.

The bard asked the undead in front of him: "Can you find Lind Alman? The black knight?"

"I know where he is, but I can't invite him."

The other party didn't even think about it. As long as Lind appeared in the sight of the undead, he could lock the other party's position without any obstacles.

"I want to see him." The bard hesitated, and then said, "As a reward, I can tell you 10 stories."

There was a wailing sound on the spot.

"Damn, so this is how 10 tasks are completed, no wonder I can't get it."

The bard:?

What does it mean, he didn't understand.

Only the undead in front of him nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll take you there, no, I'll bring him here!"