The lord is red again

"I strongly doubt that De Geer waited until we defeated the BOSS before coming out to harvest the heads."

"That's nonsense. He's just an NPC. What's the point of grabbing people's heads?"

"But if he doesn't come, will our mission fail?"

"Brother De is a big daddy. He can kill the BOSS in one move. I want to drag him to join me. Didn't my brother drag him to join me last time? By the way, he seems to have subdued a younger brother of BOSS@ Ace Admiration"

"Why not accept it this time?"

"Because the two-headed man is too ugly."

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Linde had nothing to say about this hastily launched "Rogue Copy".

Profit: Approximately nothing.

Rogues are not disasters, so there is no benefit in fighting them, and a bunch of poor guys can't afford good equipment at all.

Even Linde himself lost his armor.

He did join the battlefield at the right moment. As an NPC, it makes sense for me to steal the players' heads!

Fortunately, he can rely on the ring on his chest to perfectly control his own power, which allows him to unleash his power to his heart's content, accumulate all his power, and unleash it completely in an instant.

The two encounters with high knight-level enemies also made Linde certain about one thing. Their abilities are vastly different, and the channels through which they obtain abilities are absolutely different.

Their strengths and skills are also very different from each other.

Fortunately, Linde exploded at the last moment and killed the enemy with one blow.

The great knight pouring out all his extraordinary power, Crowley's fury and explosive flames, coupled with the sword dance of the Scavenger Princess, can be called the all-round output of the face-rolling keyboard. The power of the detonation in just a moment destroyed the armor on Linde's body. Being completely burned is enough to illustrate its power.

It is impossible to say that there is no gain at all.

He got the second head of the two-headed man. Although the completely cracked fanged and fleshy head was "picked off", it still maintained the most basic touch. It would react instinctively every time it was touched, which was a bit Like mimosa.

Linde suddenly remembered Miss Tuya, who he had worked with before. She was definitely the most "knowledgeable" person he knew. If he handed this head to her, she might be able to learn something.

If you could use this magic potion on the undead, you might be able to get a batch of thick-skinned human shields under your hands.

Thinking about more than sixty two-headed men attacking the city and taking territory under his command... He admitted that he was a little moved.

The cold wind carried thick water vapor and suppressed the camp fire.

The remaining undead were still whispering, but when Lind turned around with his upper body bare, everyone immediately fell silent.

They live in a peaceful age, and because they believe this is a game world, they are full of motivation and always excited. They are ignorant, naive, clumsy and serious, full of passion and believe that they are the destined protagonists.

When the darkness of the burned-down wanderer camp was revealed in front of them, their hearts suddenly became cold.

The joy of harvest is not astonishing as the inner shock.

Those corpses that looked young made them feel frightened.

What's even more outrageous is that all these carcasses were hung on hooks like pigs in a meat factory, cut up, and dried. Maybe they will appear on the dining table in the future, or some of them may have already entered the dining table.

With a good education, players may occasionally show their rough side, but they will always have a bottom line and will always be repelled by viciousness...at least that's the case for the vast majority.

"Clean the battlefield!" Lind shouted: "Clean the battlefield... As for this, leave it to the flames."

Following Linde were Reed and Leo. They now had an advantage over the undead in terms of skills and equipment, and their participation in the war was no longer needed.

It is almost inevitable for weak NPCs to gradually withdraw from the war.

Linde even began to think about incorporating Renzo, the 'Messenger of the Epilepsy', into his important NPC system. Only with strength can he suppress the restless hearts of the undead players.

He believes in the immortal's bottom line, and he also believes that their bottom line is very flexible.

They are chaos.

Reed walked over with a solemn expression: "Sir, we found something different among this group of wanderers."

The flames on Lind's body have been extinguished, but the remaining temperature on the surface of his skin, and the extraordinary power pumped by the ring on his chest flowed through his body in an instant, and the remaining temperature in his blood illuminated the side of Reid's face. .

"What?" Linde picked up a rogue's cloak on the ground and wrapped it around him.

Bai Si, my favorite from afar, immediately recorded this scene.

After [Rand Infantryman Lind], the second skin is released [Rogue Lind]. He feels that many people will like this style of wallpaper.

Reed's face was not pretty: "It's gold stamp tickets, a lot of gold stamp tickets!"

Looking at the familiar gold seal ticket, Linde frowned slightly.

The paper ticket with the weak anti-counterfeiting seal is the gold seal ticket from Prey Town, and it is also the "Novice Village" that Linde has always guessed.

"Is Prey Town connected to the Wanderers?"

One side represents order. Although Luo Ning specially set up a gold seal ticket in order to make money, the town of Prey as a whole still prefers lawful and good. It will not attack others and will protect you as long as you give money.

The rogues on the other side were pure evil, and Lind didn't hesitate at all when he chopped off the two-headed man's head.

"Is there anyone alive?"

"No, they are all dead. Those who are not dead should have fled long ago, and they probably won't be able to catch up."

Reed shook his head. The fighting power of the undeads was beyond doubt, but the undeads were also really chaotic when they fought. When they really started fighting, nothing seemed to interest them.

It was not that you should not chase after a desperate enemy, but that the undeads had no intention of chasing after a desperate enemy.

"Let's talk about it after we go back." Lind put the matter aside for the time being.

It was indeed a huge trouble that his enemies suddenly had a new town called Prey.

Of course, Lind felt that the trouble was not because he was kind, but because the Rabbit Tooth Witch was currently in Prey.

That was an important role in perfecting the pharmacist function of a "novice village". He and Prey were inexplicably standing on the opposite side. How could he pull the other party into his camp?

In any case, since Prey had a connection with the wanderer, Prey must be his imaginary enemy.

Even if it was not the end of the world, as long as there was a guess and his own strength was dominant, it would be enough to start a war, not to mention that Lind had evidence in his hands.

He transported things back one by one.

The shop that had almost no goods to sell before finally welcomed new products.

Wanderer style clothing!

This can be regarded as the opening of a new skin.

The undead were in a good mood.

At this stage, in addition to beating the BOSS to make them happy, getting new equipment, new skins, and new farmland for planting are also happy.

When the undead returned to the Star Dragon Post one after another, Linde had already begun to reward them according to their merits.

On the other side,

Mad Wolf and Rock, the new mayor of Prey Town, were listening to the reports of their subordinates.

Mad Wolf: Why did my own people fight?

The red-eyed mad dog must have shown the characteristics after eating the crazy blood of the blood lamb, and they had investigated the forces in the area west of the Red Dragon Foothills more than ten days ago, and confirmed that there were only two major forces, namely Prey Town and the Wanderers.

A new force emerged within a dozen days? What a joke!

"Those mad dogs!" Mad Wolf spat, and then picked up a bottle of wine.

He couldn't enjoy this kind of life following Lord Serin.

The red pulp hanging on the wall was poured into the exquisite silver cup. The intoxicating scarlet color like blood made Mad Wolf couldn't help but raise his hand, and then drank it all.

"You don't know how to taste wine at all!" Rock felt a little distressed: "They are all from Goliath's merchants. One bottle is less if you drink it!"

"We will defeat Goliath soon." Mad Wolf didn't care at all. It seemed that using a cup was not to his liking. He simply raised the bottle and poured it into his mouth. The sour taste made him frown.

Is it true that there is such a big difference between using a wine glass and blowing from the bottle?

However, the fragrance that followed made him smack his lips and savor it: "The old nobles didn't completely waste their lives. At least they did some good things."

Rock didn't care about Goliath at all. He didn't want to look too far ahead. He just wanted to gain strength and return to the position of the proud son of heaven at that time: "What should we do now? How should we contact Lord Serin?"

"If Lord Serin knew what those mad dogs did, he would definitely tear them down!" When mentioning Lord Serin, Mad Wolf's face was ugly. He kicked the table with his boots: "Definitely!"

The sudden kick on the table caused the wine glass that Rock had just put down to fall out.

The silver cup was deformed, and the pure wine spilled all over the floor.

He raised his eyebrows and his face was a little ugly. Mad Wolf really didn't take himself seriously at all!

What new mayor of Prey Town, he was just a dog.

It's okay to be Lord Serin's dog, but the problem is to be Mad Wolf's dog. Mad Wolf is Lord Serin's dog, and Lord Serin is the dog of the new nobles.

"What do you say?" Rock asked in a low voice: "You said that the Wanderers are your people, and so are those mad dogs."

"The mad dogs are not!" Mad Wolf took a deep breath: "Kill them before Lord Serin comes! No, the most important thing is to contact the Wanderers!"

Rock understood what Mad Wolf meant.

"Don't even think about it!" This time Rock refused very straightforwardly: "The soldiers of Prey Town only protect Prey Town!"

Neither of them thought that any of the mad dogs or the Wanderers would die.

The cost of completely killing the opponent is too high, and there is no need to do that. As long as enough benefits are collected, you can turn a blind eye and let the enemy go.

It's like catching fish, catching the big fish, and then throwing the small fish back to continue raising.

Both sides will lose, but it is impossible to really die.

Mad Wolf raised his feet and found a comfortable lying position, and his boots happened to be aimed at Rock's face. Although his movements looked casual and unrestrained, Rock always felt that he was preparing to find a convenient place to step hard on his face.

Just when Rock was getting nervous, Mad Wolf smiled and said, "Then guard Pre Town and send people to pass on the message. I think Lady Serin will know who is right and who is wrong."

There was only one meaning in his words, just let Lady Serin come. When Lady Serin shows up, the war will naturally not start.

But for Mad Wolf, doing this would completely make it impossible for him to achieve his goal of dominating the west of the Red Dragon Foothills.

Will he be willing?

The chat between the two ended there. After a moment of heavy thinking, Rock went to the dungeon. He wanted to talk to his brother.

The Red-Eyed Mad Dogs had a solid wall to defend themselves, but the internal enemies were always threatening them under their noses.