The lord is red again

Crossing the dark canyon-like pit.

The sunlight mixed with the magic mist blowing from nowhere, covered the body with a layer of golden gauze, and the black spot moving quickly in the air attracted the attention of Linde and the others.

They circled in the air, and suddenly dived after approaching the magic castle.

The first touch did not achieve the expected effect, as if it hit some kind of updraft and was slowly lifted up.

After several attempts, it landed successfully.

Linde had expected this a long time ago. His eyes opened the live broadcast rooms of several undead people. They were like ravens helping him explore the way, showing everything in front of him completely.

He turned his eyes to the rabbit-toothed witch standing next to him.

The other party was studying something. Obviously, Linde needed her to help make the magic ring fragment potion before, which brought a lot of pressure.

There will be a crazy implementer behind the crazy idea, and they cooperate very well.

But if the "furnace" can be obtained, perhaps the rabbit-toothed witch will have a higher chance of success, including mass production of potions.

"When are we going there?" Miss Miko asked.

The rabbit teeth she showed when she spoke were very eye-catching, making people subconsciously stay on them and couldn't help but look at them several times.

"My magic talent is not enough."

The rabbit-toothed witch grinned at him, and her red cheeks were like sweet and juicy apples when she smiled: "You? In the words of the crystal mentor, you are definitely the one with the biggest brain among the barbarians who wield the sword with muscles."

"Hahaha." Linde was not angry, "It's time to let the crystal wizard do more work."

"Hehe (*^▽^*)"

The rabbit-toothed witch, who was grinning, expressed her strong agreement with a small expression.

"Then we will set off later." He said, "We need to establish a base inside."

...

The undead separated tacitly after entering the range of the magic castle.

Everyone "parachuted" to different areas.

This place is very suitable for a game of "chicken eating", but it is still a level-breaking mode, and we need to work together.

The sealed Dark Mage Dio landed on the ground, his feet landed in the castor bushes, and he subconsciously rolled forward without standing firmly. Playing this game taught him what rolling is.

He stood up, and the castor beans stuck to his body were one by one, some pulling his trouser legs, and some stuck to his hair.

"Do you have to be so real?"

He complained in his heart, but his hands reacted quickly, and immediately took out the props to lower his voice to avoid something suddenly jumping out from the front.

This is a small forest. When he landed just now, he noticed that the entire magic school was roughly divided into several areas.

The school area, the tower area, and some villages on the periphery, as well as the forest where he is now, are huge enough for them to explore for a week or two, especially the main body of the magic castle, which gives people an atmosphere that there must be a BOSS lurking.

It's not that he understands perception, but that people who play games for many years naturally have inertial intuition.

His sight quickly swept over the lush treetops, and after a careful look, he found that the trees had long been bare, and it was the mutant thorny vines that entangled the dead trees, creating a false impression of prosperity.

He tiptoed forward, and a completely dry stream blocked his way. The soil was eroded by the river for many years, revealing the roots of the dead trees, like the tentacles of the devil.

There was a sound of flapping wings above his head, and the hoarse cry scared the undead.

Suddenly, there was a fantasy of entering a strange world, and the corpse that suddenly appeared not far ahead proved his guess. It was a male corpse wearing a loose wizard robe, with his face bitten off by a huge mouth, and the blood should have been sucked away from that position.

There was a lot of dried blood on the clothes, but the land under him was very clean.

"He has been dead for a while." He lowered his head and sniffed lightly.

In fact, it doesn't have to be that troublesome. Even in the magic world, corpses will still grow white maggots, rolling around in the rotten flesh, which is so bad that it makes people want to vomit.

But some steps cannot be omitted.

"I look very professional." With a smug smile, he turned his head and looked around.

The thing that ate the human face must be some kind of vicious monster or disaster. After experiencing the main battle, the detailed side quests also have a considerable attraction to him, and he suddenly felt uneasy for some reason.

He walked forward for a while. At first, he still walked along the path, but after finding that the path was winding and obviously detoured, he chose to go straight.

The target was located at the tower with a head emerging from the forest in front.

Then, another corpse.

The face was also violently bitten off, and there were large pieces of dirty blood clots on the ground. It seems that the monster that attacked this time did not adhere to the principle of not wasting.

The sealed Dark Mage Dio searched the body carefully. Based on his experience, since the monster that took away the face was so anxious, he must not have had time to search the body thoroughly.

"Sure enough!"

He gained a lot.

A messenger bag that looked like it was made of lizard skin, but the bag was locked with buttons made of magic stone. The undead were keen on picking up garbage and opening boxes, and they had seen a lot of similar magic creations.

Violently destroying the button would lead to the destruction of everything inside.

The most correct way should be to use the decryption method, first this and then that... The cracking steps searched on the Internet are all like this. If you are too lazy to read the extremely long cause and effect, just get the answer directly.

Or you can use a formula.

Dio, who was sealed by the Dark Archmage, didn't even memorize the formulas. He could only search for relevant graphic tutorials.

"Found it."

He tapped the magic stone button with his fingers, and the beating magic runes were randomly arranged and combined to form a lock that was not very strong.

It is famous for making gestures, searching for the magic runes one by one, and then inserting them into the formula according to the number. After a while of gestures on the ground, there was a "click" and the crossbody bag was unlocked.

"It's more tiring than fighting the boss. I hate arithmetic the most."

He grabbed his crossbody bag and swung it towards the ground, and a lot of things immediately fell out with a clatter.

Four parchment scrolls, a book, a magic cane, two keys, and something like an amulet or a badge. In a world with too complicated beliefs, there are gods everywhere, and it is difficult to identify it with badges. To whom it belongs.

He examined the magic staff.

"A cane with three rings?" I was surprised to find it.

It is certain that Tianxing Magic School is definitely a high-quality area. If the items picked up from garbage here are placed elsewhere, they can even be regarded as artifacts, which are better than the one he has. However, he has to take it back for identification and find someone to help. Experiment with the specific functions and enhance the durability. It is best to inlay a few more stones.

The first thought after getting good equipment is to modify it.

Then he opened the parchment scroll.

The handwriting on it is very clear. The first two are some kind of formula, and the last two are letters. It seems to be written to find a person and ask the other person to return the books in the library as soon as possible.

"Something was chasing him, and then it pounced on him and bit off his face." The strange and fragmentary tasks prompted him to investigate this matter. The undead always have endless energy.

No matter what, his next target is the tower ahead.

He didn't encounter any danger along the way. The road was very bad and a bit laborious. Fortunately, he finally passed through the difficulties and obstacles and reached the tower.

There are hazelnut trees growing around, looking as crooked as a drunkard who can't stand still.

"Boom" suddenly there was a sound from the front.

An old woman, her whole body covered in a rag-like sack-like robe, appeared in the distance at some point.

She was about 1.8 meters tall. The linen bag attached to her body showed off her belly in circles. Her face under the hood could not be seen clearly, but she could see two glowing eyes in her dirty hair. Point scarlet.

He was holding an oil lamp in his hand, and the old skin on the back of his hand reminded him of the bark of the dead tree he had just seen in the woods.

However, the opponent did not reveal his red name, so he was not an enemy.

"Hello." He took the initiative to say hello.

The wand in his hand was held tightly. If there was a conflict later, he would ensure that he would release the most powerful magic as soon as possible.

The other party walked forward with heavy steps, and the flesh under the sack trembled, which made people feel sick.

When the wand was raised, the opponent also stopped.

It seemed that his actions stimulated the other person, but the strange thing was that she didn't have a red name, and she still looked here with non-hostile eyes.

But the feeling of oppression still exists.

As a "glass cannon", he can't even deal with some groups of low-level disaster wolves. Only a long enough distance can give him a sense of security.

Neither party moved until the other spoke in a dry voice.

"You shouldn't be here."

The voice was vicissitudes of life and sounded very painful, like a fish bone choking on her trachea. You could tell that she struggled to swallow every time she spoke, but gave up the plan for some reason.

"I came here unexpectedly, and I accidentally separated from my companions." The undead man pointed to the top of his head and made a famous gesture.

It’s good to be able to communicate.

"This is my tower!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stand in your way."

The two sides remained in a quiet stalemate for a while, until the old woman in the sack moved forward. When she reached the undead man, he was a little nervous. There was no smell of blood coming from the undead man.

It has a very strong fragrance, and your body seems to feel lighter when you smell it.

"Lost?" asked the old woman in a sack.

"I used to regard this tower as my goal and go this way, and then my next goal is the magic castle." The undead man told the truth, "My companion will definitely go that way. We have a lot of friends." There is a high probability of encountering it.”

"It's not a good place over there." The old woman in the sack grinned.

Because the distance was very close, Dio, who had been sealed this time, could clearly see the dark mage's face under his hood. He had an exaggerated mouth, and when he grinned, he revealed two rows of densely packed teeth like steel needles.

Cold light.

He thought for a moment whether this mouth could bite someone's face off, and the answer was not sure.

"But as long as you are careful enough and avoid things that can make audible sounds." The old woman with a sack bag restrained her smile, "Then keep walking and remember to avoid the light, and you may arrive safely."

"Is it possible?"

"It's possible."

The communication between the two sides once again reached a stalemate.

They face each other and it doesn't look like it's that bad.

"There have been people escaping from the magic castle before." The old woman in the sack said. "They took the knowledge and treasures inside and were in a panic. You might be able to make a fortune if you rush there."

"Isn't this the Tianxing Magic School?" The Immortal asked, "I thought as long as this area is included."

"Of course not, only that castle is." The old woman in the sack shook her head.

The sealed Dark Mage Dio went a step further: "Do you mind chatting? I want to know what happened here, why the entire Tianxing Magic School flew up from the ground and floated on a huge pit."

"I don't like to talk too much nonsense with others." The old woman with the sack said, "But you are lucky today, come in."

"Thank you." When the undead thanked him, he also agreed with what the other party said in his heart, but when he heard the difficult way of speaking, he felt like a blunt fish bone stuck in his throat.

Drinking vinegar and eating bread in big mouthfuls, anyway, he couldn't help it all the time, and his throat was a little tense.

The old woman with the sack pushed open the door of the tower and walked in first.

It's very spacious here, but it's a little dark.

As they entered the door, the candle burned automatically.

"Magic." The old woman with the sack said, "This used to be the wizard tower of a legendary wizard. She liked to enjoy it very much. Are you also a wizard?"

"Yes, wizard." The sealed Dark Mage Dio nodded.

A wizard who is only good at releasing destructive magic, never talks about attrition war and protracted war, only uses the most powerful magic, and after launching an attack, if he can't kill the enemy, he can only wait for the enemy to kill him.

"Welcome wizard." She said.

"I heard that it is magic made with the hands of a wizard or a wizard. Whatever you want, you can have it, an invisible elf servant." The old woman with the sack chuckled, making people worry whether she would suddenly grab a blue elf and stuff it into her mouth.

Anyway, when she was boiling soup, she was stirring the pot and laughing strangely, which was absolutely not out of place.

The chair was automatically pulled open, and the undead followed the other party to sit down.

The kettle on the table flew up, tilted slightly and poured out a boiling hot milk tea. The cup in front of him splashed the milk tea all over the table.

The rag came over consciously and wiped the milk tea on the table.

It felt very magical. He had never seen such a meticulous application of magic in other places. Maybe this is the charm of Tianxing Magic School, a wizard school.

He took a sip of milk tea, and the taste was also very good.

"I'll give you some advice?" said the old woman with the sack, "If you go forward and get close to the magic castle, you will definitely encounter a group of bad dragons, brown, very fast, with a long and sharp beak like a woodpecker, and a shrill cry."

"Dragon?" The undead man became more interested.

Maybe he could catch a new mount, and he didn't have to ride an iron creature.

"Chicken stewed with hazelnuts?" she suddenly asked, "The hazelnuts are dropped from the hazelnut trees outside. They smell very fragrant. You have to pay attention to your tongue and be careful not to swallow them."

"Haha, I'm just hungry." The undead who was planning to explore some more secrets would definitely not refuse the invitation.

Then the old woman with the sack showed him the process of stewing the chicken.

A huge crucible, with both hands holding a large spoon and stirring it, fortunately there was no strange smile.

When the chicken soup was poured into the bowl, the fragrance filled the air.

He took a bite and found that he had gained a bonus to physical strength and magic recovery.

"It smells good!" The undead gave a thumbs up.

"Want something else?" The old woman with the sack was very happy that someone could appreciate the food she made. "You must be curious about why I became like this. It must be a terrible curse."

She was ready to start talking.