The lord is red again

"Squeak~"

The scalding blade fell on the dragon skin spread on the ground. After being scaled, tanned, and finally dried to make leather, the dragon skin was easily cut apart like a piece of thin paper under the sharp blade.

Bard raised one arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and the other three arms continued to work.

It is not easy to make a dragon skin armor. The knife in his hand is not an ordinary knife. The blade engraved with special magic patterns has two functions of [sharp] and [high temperature]. With the strength that only those who become superiors have, he can barely cut the dragon skin.

Done in one go.

Bard threw the knife into the bucket casually. The high temperature ignited the air in an instant, and the empty bucket burst into flames and high temperatures. The huge sound attracted other people around to look here frequently.

"Hu~" Bard turned around, picked up the wine that had already cooled in the cold wind, and gulped it down his throat to relieve the fatigue and heat accumulated in his chest.

This dragon skin armor made for Lord Lind took Bard's efforts. Just from the material point of view, the Kingdom of Rand would never have dared to imagine killing a land dragon and skinning it to make armor.

More elegant, more comfortable, and more beautiful.

Bard kept in mind the requirements given by Lind. These were not a problem for him. Being able to put aside his scruples and make what he wanted to make was the source of his motivation for doing all this.

After breaking through the Holy Water Town, they did not stay in the old territory lookout for too long. Bard was arranged to travel through the foothills of the Red Dragon Mountain by water and enter Prey Town.

A group of soldiers were arranged to cast fortifications.

As the undead also knew the existence of the waterway, it was difficult to guarantee that no undead would sell this news to the NPC of the new nobles, so 90 second legion infantrymen...now they should be called lion soldiers, or star dragon sentry soldiers. They were responsible for guarding. The sentry towers, secret sentries, traps, etc. rose from the ground within a day, and they were prepared for the worst.

At this time, Bard was enjoying life in Prey Town. He wore a lion badge unique to NPCs on his chest, with the word "NPC" on it, which was very eye-catching and glowed at night, which was clearly distinguished from the badges of the undead.

As the functions of the [Golden Badge] became more and more, Lind didn't care whether it would destroy the sense of immersion. In his opinion, if the whole world was immersive, then not being immersed was the greatest immersion.

Later, Lind even planned to develop more new functions. For example, when an NPC wanted to issue a task, he could no longer use the task scroll, but a [! ] would pop up from the lion badge, which was absolutely eye-catching.

If the algorithm was good enough and there were a lot of brains to help the [Golden Badge] calculate, he would also add [? ] to truly monopolize the task system, and each undead number would be individually matched.

But this requires a huge amount of calculation. [Golden Seal] has the ability to achieve all this, but it cannot become a computer. It seems that it requires a little brain power. However, judging from the current state, Lord Serin is a little depressed every day. The amount of calculations for the lion emblems he has to deal with has expanded from 60 undead to 120 undead + 600 residents of Prey Town + 90 soldiers + 200 residents of Holy Water Town.

A calculation amount that is far more terrifying than torture. Lord Serin's brain was forcibly borrowed to think, and he couldn't control his fatigue. Now the other party is begging, but Linde, who has no tool man, basically pretends not to hear.

It is also important for Linde to design all this. Who dares to say that the new nobles are orthodox? You don't even have an exclamation mark or a question mark, you are a wild monster!

After drinking the wine in one gulp, Bard hasn't experienced such a leisurely life for a long time. He put away the dragon skin, and every scrap can make something very interesting.

Marching bags, leather boots, leather ropes, or other small mechanism buckles, this is the dragon skin of the upper earth dragon!

"Fortunately, the earth dragon skin is not afraid of fire." When the lord bursts out with all his strength, his body will burn with terrible flames. If it is replaced with ordinary armor, it will definitely be burned and deformed.

Bard is a little regretful that he lacks the heart of disaster, otherwise he can still borrow a little bit of the power of the earth dragon before his death, and perhaps this set of dragon skin armor can get some magma power bonus.

But this is not bad.

After cutting, it needs to be soaked in magic potion, and then there is an enchantment process, which is quite a waste of time.

Bard turned around and left. Compared with making dragon skin armor for the lord to please him, Bard has more important tasks.

The town of Prey, which is filled with nearly a thousand people, seems to have returned to the bustle before the end of the world, and everyone is working hard.

Craftsmanship is always the most popular, and Bard walked towards the blacksmith factory.

In the open-air blacksmith factory, nearly a hundred strong men were hammering with hammers. In the cold winter, they were bare-chested, and the sweat on their bodies slid down the texture of their skin and muscles like rain.

"Bang!"

"Lord Bard!"

The 'hammer man' Han, who was busy with his work, turned his head to look at Bard, and hurriedly stood up to salute.

Other blacksmiths also stopped and followed suit.

Although Old Chelly was still the mayor, everyone knew that the group of iron-blooded soldiers from outside were the real confidants of the lord, and the four-armed Lord Bard in front of him was far superior to Old Chelly.

"Keep working" Bard frowned: "We must get everything out within the limited time!"

"Yes!" The blacksmiths were full and energetic.

"How is it?" Bard walked towards Han.

"The skills of these blacksmiths are very poor. It may take several months to produce 90 sets of armor." Han was helpless: "And the effect of the armor produced is not good."

"First produce light armor inlaid with iron. At least let our brothers wear thicker ones."

Linde has already stated the seriousness of the new nobility many times, and Bard, Lance, Han and others also clearly know that this confrontation between the old and new nobility is inevitable.

The only thing they can do is to produce as much armor as possible to give their own people a greater advantage in the war.

Different from Linde's certainty, everyone has a strong distrust of the undead. They don't know why the Lord believes so much that the undead will act according to his orders, because by chance they often hear some undead words spoken. amazing.

For example, if you kill the lord, you will explode the equipment, if you kill Lance, you will explode the ice bow, etc.

Rebellion, treason! This group of undead people were born to be with the group of bastards led by Leon.

But the Lord's order is absolute.

If they wanted to betray, like Frost Sentinel, they would have already betrayed them.

Those who have not betrayed will become more loyal. What supports them to survive is not only the desire to survive, but also the tiny bit of hope, or it is more appropriate to call it "what if".

The presence of Linde means that the Kingdom of Rand still exists. All the nobles for several generations have royal blood. Even if Linde becomes the king of the Kingdom of Rand, it is legitimate.

Not to mention Linde's strength.

"How is the trap making going?" Bard did not forget his other job.

Production trap.

Hunting, tracking, delayed launch and other mechanisms are not a big problem for Bard.

More materials are needed, but the production scale and quality of the blacksmiths in Prey Town can't keep up. Currently, out of 10 pieces produced, at most 3 are usable, and the rest are either too big or too small, which is not suitable for mechanisms that require precision. As far as I'm concerned, it's complete waste.

If you want to use it, you have to polish the parts by hand, which is quite time-consuming.

"Let's have a drink tonight"

Bud patted Han on the shoulder, turned around and left. He was busy.

It happened that he met old Cherry on the roadside.

"Lord Bud!" Old Cherry was very good at positioning himself.

Linde never mentioned pulling old Cherry from the position of mayor, and Bard never mentioned that he wanted to seize power. Their eyes were only on the 'new aristocracy' and only on Goliath, and the mere town of Prey was just a town. It's just a mud pit.

The tacit understanding between the two parties is that Old Cherry manages the lives and disciplines of ordinary people, and Bard focuses on production and commodities. They do not affect each other, but they are vaguely obedient to Bard.

"Lord Mayor" Bard did not despise him because of his weak body, and nodded in response.

"Are you going to...?" Bud looked at the group of people behind Old Cherry.

"Go and move the food." Old Cherry said helplessly: "Now Prey Town has to feed nearly a thousand people, and a large amount of food needs to be transported every day."

With the storage capacity of the granary, even tens of thousands of people, let alone thousands, can easily support it for a month.

But looking at the increasing number of people in the territory and the old Cherry seeking his own government, he naturally began to worry, especially since the granary was said to have been without food for some time.

Sitting and eating... Even though thousands of people are busy working now, when they have no food to eat, the scene may become quite ugly.

"Ah, when it comes to food," Bard seemed to have remembered something: "The lord asked me to study a circulating water system before."

Linde just casually mentioned soilless cultivation. Not only Bud, but also Mico and Brittany were also assigned tasks. They needed to research cultivation nutrient solution.

Only by truly breaking away from the constraints of the land can we truly achieve self-sufficiency in food.

But this is too early for now. The undead can do any job as long as they give points to the camp. They are not tired if they have a liver. At most, they can curse "doing cyber corvee" a few times, and then they will rush to do it. , easier to use than any slave. During this period of time, the food problem can be completely solved by the immortals.

After bidding farewell to old Cherry, Bud walked to the other side.

Clothing processing factory.

This is the most important shipment at the moment.

Bud had never seen this type of clothing. It was probably a skirt, but it was too small. It felt like it was only as big as a palm, and he didn’t know what effect it would have on people.

And he is also responsible for enchanting these clothes.

Looking good is the first point, requiring more exposure, and secondly, it has various additional functions. For this reason, Bard has to recruit female workers in large quantities. Women who have always lived at the bottom have an opportunity. They can earn money through their own work. Get more food and live better.

In addition to clothes, there are also various pendants, accessories, etc.

Gold, gems, etc. are worthless in the end of the world, and they are all used as waste to make various accessories and pendants.

There is no need to go to great lengths to enchant these little things, their only purpose is to look good.

Nearly a thousand people are fully operational, production lines are rolled out one after another, and the entire town of Pule has fallen into a lively atmosphere of work enthusiasm.

They eat well, live well, and they love their job so much.

The cruel lord used piecework to exploit NPCs, and then turned around and used the things produced by NPCs with cheap labor to exploit the undead.

However, no one felt that what he did was wrong. Everyone was praising the Lord, the great Lord Linde!

Thanks to Uncle Liwang for the 500 reward