The lord is red again

After that war, the so-called immortal warriors left one after another.

Later, some people praised them for being crazy but harmonious. Even if they became heroes on the battlefield, they never forgot the land of their distant hometown and would go back to farm no matter how far away.

Outside the throne of war, there is a small village called Atli. The only thing that people can remember is the special brewed wine here. It is said that some immortals combined their special brewing technology with magic to make delicious fruit wine. Some people also said that someone got the skin of the "god of wine".

No one knows whether such a god exists.

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But everyone knows who is the real power holder now.

In the afternoon, the shop closed.

The air became hot and unbearable. The sun hanging above the head was like a stove on the face, which not only made people dizzy, but also distorted the air.

Because Lind asked the strong men to join the army and really started the recovery of the city of fog and rain, the streets seemed empty.

Only a small number of undead joined the camp to fight against the Ring Knight. With the help of 5th and 6th ring masters, victory became easier, but the cunning Lind Alman raised the price.

Not everyone can pay an exaggerated price to snipe the Ring Knight, just to watch the excitement.

Some people even call the Ring Knight a "luxury DLC". Ordinary undead only have the opportunity to experience it, and only the real rich or strong have the opportunity to kill it and share the profits.

At least it is much better than investing most of the cost but only getting a tiny profit.

In the hot air, a petite figure wearing a huge wizard's wide-brimmed hat came with a small and exquisite wand.

She came to the front of the tavern, pushed open the door, and the refreshing and cool air inside blew, which made her feel refreshed.

Push the door in.

There were a few undead people in strange clothes sitting lazily inside. The tavern owner looked up when he heard the voice. After finding that it was a witch, he lowered his head without paying attention and continued to study the friction between the yellow rag in his hand and the bumpy table.

"Beer."

The voice was crisp.

The undead people who were bored and paralyzed suddenly raised their heads.

When she took off her hat and put it on the table, everyone saw it clearly.

The rabbit-toothed witch.

"I'll be right there." The tavern owner obviously didn't recognize her.

There were too many strong people flying in the sky, each one bigger than the other. Miko was so small that he looked like a little ant and it was impossible to recognize him.

"Wait, another ice cream!" An undead man in leather armor stood up, "I'll treat you."

He pulled out a chair and sat opposite Miko.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

A familiar and insincere inquiry.

This method does not apply in the War Throne. If NPCs really want to issue tasks, they will choose to put a golden exclamation mark on their heads, or use scrolls. In short, they will never sit there and wait for the undead to come and try their luck.

Everything is related to Lind's request.

Mi Ke raised her eyelids and glanced at him. When the beer was served, she took a sip of the glass.

"Ha!"

A refreshing sigh.

After seeing that they could not get anything from her, the undead took the initiative to retreat.

No one would take the initiative to provoke an NPC who obviously would not bring any tasks and might provoke a super big boss. After that battle, Lind had become an object that must not be provoked.

An object that must not be red-named.

So the rabbit-toothed witch who had been brought by Lind had the same terrible deterrent power.

After drinking beer, she waited until the sun was finally not so hot before she set off again. Some figures appeared outside one after another.

At night, the undead who camped in the wild to roast some meat and rest met the rabbit-toothed witch.

The firewood was crackling, and the petite figure roasting a bunch of mushrooms on a stick on the campfire immediately attracted the attention of the undead.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" The same way of asking.

The rabbit-toothed witch was concentrating on the mushrooms she was roasting.

The undead were whispering, and the rabbit-toothed witch packed her bags and left after eating the mushrooms, apparently going on a long journey.

...

"Why does it feel a little wrong, levator ani, what do you think?"

Every behavior of the NPC is worth analyzing.

A group of undead people who are not strong enough to attack the ring knight, but whose mouth strength is perfect to the first-line level, are chatting on the Internet.

O*O* As a recognized "master", he must take the question when it is thrown to his face.

Even if you make up a story, you must make it with reason and evidence. Don't underestimate his determination to try to divide the traffic. There was once a group of bloggers on the Internet who squeezed out several episodes of the show because of a preview of less than one minute.

Analyze the shots frame by frame, diverge your thoughts, and finally expand a little.

Not starting with the postpartum care of sows is already a kindness on his part.

"I think it's a hidden task." O*O* vowed.

No one can activate it, that means the conditions are not enough. Someone can activate the task, which means he guessed it right. In short, he is invincible. As for if the rabbit-toothed witch gives up wandering outside, it can also be explained as a limited-time hidden task.

"The brothers I met by chance should not have enough favorability, or some conditions are not enough, such as insufficient attributes."

The undead are brainstorming.

Miko appeared on a hill again. The location is difficult to find, and there are not even coordinates on the map.

There is a dilapidated wooden house on a low hill, and there is a stone table next to it, where Miko plays a game of stacking stones.

But in this world, there are always undead wandering around, inexplicably wanting to climb higher mountains, inexplicably wanting to jump down, etc., and their figures can be seen everywhere.

But this time seems to be different.

"Alas."

Sigh.

The undead "Dark Mage Sealed Dio" strangely came to her.

"Do you understand magic?" Rabbit Tooth Witch suddenly asked.

"Magic? Not very well." He shook his head.

He is an extreme player, known as the glass cannon.

When playing the game, all equipment, all passives, all alchemical props, etc. are all placed on magic bonuses, standing still and chanting a very difficult spell, releasing devastating magic.

Enemies hit by him will definitely be severely damaged, and even objects of similar strength may be killed instantly.

As a price, the body is fragile, the melee ability is almost zero, and the movement speed is slow. Before releasing the magic, no matter who can interrupt him, he can also kill him.

Only pursue output, don't care about anything else, just be happy.

"I can feel the rampant use of magic, but we are getting further and further away from it." The rabbit-toothed witch looked unhappy. She gently loosened the stone with her fingers, and the stone spire instantly tilted. "A few years ago, magic was very sacred. We could use magic to divine, fly, or make crops grow faster. All kinds of great miracles were called magic, but now magic has become a toy, a fireball used to kill people, a bad lightning ball, no one cares about the essence of magic anymore, everyone just wants to make their magic hurt more."

She raised her head: "The profound knowledge system has become a hammer, axe, crossbow, or other killing tools of different shapes."

The sealed dark wizard Dio was a little embarrassed, he always felt that the other party was pointing at him.

"What's worse is that everything is using magic." The rabbit-toothed witch continued, "The wild wolves on the roadside, the abyss monsters, they use magic unscrupulously, their claws are sharp enough, but the world has given them a pair of magic claws."

"So, can I help?" he asked.

"Do you want to learn magic?" the rabbit-toothed witch asked again, "to master more advanced magic."

"Of course I do!" He nodded frantically.

"You can try, that door may open for you."

"What door?"

"Tianxing Magic School, the most powerful magic school on this continent."

News is like a tornado. There are many things that the undead can never hide. The desire to share is the first. If there are secrets or wonderful operations that are not shared, the happiness is half less.

Some undead began to complain.

"The wizard is already strong in this version, why do we need to strengthen the wizard?"

And the rabbit-toothed witch, as a guide, has followed Linde to Tianxing Magic School.

"Was it like this before?" Linde asked.

They carefully crossed the Fog and Rain City and arrived at the magic school that Linde wanted to go to a few years ago.

At the beginning, this place was full of mystery, and now he still feels mysterious.

Take this opportunity to get the "furnace" and more magic knowledge in the school. The knowledge is not very useful to Linde, but it can be sold to the undead to let them fill their knowledge base.

All the undead are collectors, so they definitely want to learn some new skills.

There is a huge sinkhole in front of them.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a round hole dug on the surface. If you fall to the ground and stand on the edge of the sinkhole, you will see an endless depth in front of you, and you can hardly see the arc.

It is so huge that it can probably swallow up the territories of three noble lords.

In the center of the sinkhole, a magic castle is suspended in the air.

It is like a small shrimp in the mouth of a whale with its mouth opened wide. The difference is so big that if you don't concentrate your eyes and look carefully, you may ignore the "dust" floating on the sinkhole.

"Of course not." Mi Ke shook her head.

She had also walked up the castle wall to observe the outside, and it was definitely not like now.

Turning around and looking around, you can find that the surrounding environment is equally miserable. Vegetation has given up growing, and large areas of trees have withered and decayed. The branches are like shriveled squid tentacles, drooping listlessly.

The soil on the ground is loose but not like sand. There are also patches of mud with obvious life corrosion. The environment inside is so bad that even the mutant creatures of the new era cannot survive.

Completely dead, no sign of life.

She said, "We can try to fly over."

"Leave it to the undead." Lind said, "You don't have to explore the magic school yourself."

Even the slowest person must have noticed the difference in the magic school at this moment.

As a talent training center, after such a big thing happened, no strong people appeared inside, as if it was completely blocked from the outside.

Cannon fodder should always be used at this time.

"Not everyone can enter the school." Miko said, "You must have enough magic talent, and there are not enough of them."

Before, Lind asked Miko to go outside to catch some undead. As a "branch line", there may not be many undead willing to come up, but Miko said that talent is still needed to enter the school.

It was not until she tested several undead that Lind understood what the so-called talent was.

Simply put, look at the panel.

If the panel is not enough, you can drink potions to temporarily improve it, or wear magic equipment. There are many ways to sneak in. Miko obviously has the ability to detect talent. Her understanding of magic or the understanding of magic by all wizards in this world is better than that of the undead.

The undead always pursue higher damage and more skill usage. Few people study the real use of magic.

It's not that they don't want to, but it's almost impossible. The built-in text and language recognition ability allows them to convert everything into their own native language, but no one can recite spells in Chinese, Japanese or English.

Because it sounds like shouting: "Give me a fireball, it's big and round, it rotates from left to right, the energy slowly shrinks and gathers in my palm..."

If someone speaks with an accent, it will sound even worse, just like someone driving without a license.

It's more likely to learn language and characters from scratch and study magic. If this game continues for a few more years, maybe there will be undead who feel bored and do this, but definitely not now.

They haven't explored the existing content yet.

To enter the Tianxing Magic School, one must have a strong enough power or a sufficient number of qualified magic talents.

There are only a few undead with such a short lifespan.

"The situation will not be as bad as you think." Linde said.

He has always maintained strong confidence in the undead.

Without the level limit, the undead would have ascended collectively and played the entire continent to collapse.

The rabbit-toothed witch looked at him.

"What did the crystal wizard say?" Linde changed the subject.

"He will not come back here again."

If there is one more legendary wizard to help, the situation may be much better, and let the other party explain the internal situation of the Tianxing Magic School in detail.

But Mi Ke is enough.

Soon, the undead arrived, riding a variety of mounts, some of which are mechanical means of transportation made by the Mechanicus.

There are many flying monsters.

With the exploration of various continents, the undead discovered many things hidden in the corners of the world, such as ruins, weapons and equipment, rare monsters, etc.

The gameplay is enhanced. This is one of the reasons why Lind is not sure whether Tianxing Magic School can attract undead people. It is not the main line, and there may not be rich rewards. There are too many things to play, so there is no need to come and join in the fun.

Unlike the real game, this world can find the "only" "side quest" every minute and every second, and it is endless.

If it is not the name of the Rabbit Tooth Witch, no one may come.

There are only a few hundred undead people now.

Some people came to chat and found that Lind and Miko ignored them, so they immediately changed their target.

Eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.

The undead flew to Tianxing Magic School.