The lord is red again

Chapter 132 Internal beta version 1.03 update

"That's it!"

Newt of the Star Dragon Post swung a heavy punch that was enough to smash a mortal's head. His fist wrapped in flames broke through the air and hit Watt, but was blocked by the opponent's quickly raised arm. The fire burst out at the collision between the fist and the arm like forging iron, and there was a dull sound of impact. Newt quickly pulled his fist backwards, crouched down and quickly punched the opponent's chest twice.

Watt, who was hit hard in the chest, couldn't help but make a muffled sound, and was knocked down by a leg that swept diagonally from below.

The sound of his back hitting the ground was like the collision of metal and iron, like the hammer of a blacksmith, and the sound echoed.

"Hahaha, Newt, Newt! Newt!!"

The soldiers watching cheered.

The fight between soldiers is like this, the strong gain all the honors and take everything, and the loser loses everything.

Newt walked up to Wright, bent down and stretched out his hand, and Wright also stretched out his hand to grab his arm.

They are the nine most loyal soldiers under Lind, and they are also the great knights who have successfully been promoted now.

"Next time, I will definitely beat you to call you mom."

"Haha, I will first put my fist into your mouth that stinks more than your asshole!"

The strength of the Star Dragon Outpost has entered a period of rapid development, but there are no undead people here at all, and the shift of the center of gravity is inevitable.

But it does not mean that people can spend their days leisurely. The daily squeeze of work is enough to make people feel happy and scared.

"Pa pa pa" applause came.

Several people turned their heads to look at the figure wearing golden plate armor, and the smile on their faces did not disappear. They bowed their heads and greeted: "My lord!"

Being able to salute simply is their privilege of accompanying life and death, and trusting each other like brothers.

"Leo, Reeve, Reed, Pierre, Pym, Newt, Watt, Wright" He quickly called the names: "You have new jobs."

"Yes!" The eight people stood still, waiting for Lind's further orders with bright eyes.

"Go to the Crossroads of Faith and organize a group of people to capture the Disaster Horse. The brothers of the Second Legion will cooperate with you."

Even if we don't mention how much benefit the Disaster Horse can get from the undead, just talking about the transportation attribute of the Disaster Horse itself is enough to make people excited.

The Kingdom of Rand does not have so many cavalry. Among the three legions of the entire Kingdom of Rand, the first legion is the noble soldiers, the second legion is the civilian soldiers, and it is also the largest legion. The third legion cavalry is also called the Royal Guards.

In the magical world, the increase of cavalry may not be as strong as imagined, but the premise is that the mount is also an ordinary mount, not a disaster.

"In addition, there is a mine cave to the north. I have arranged people to negotiate. Remember not to have a conflict."

The other party wants food resources, and we need minerals. There is still a chance for cooperation.

Linde has too many troubles now, and he doesn't want to provoke new unknown forces in a short time.

The new nobles have made great efforts to recruit undead people. Many undead people have gained extraordinary powers after joining the new nobles, and the "golden body" of Star Dragon Post has been broken.

Since the potions needed for promotion can be obtained in other places, there is no need to come to Star Dragon Post, and most of the 3,000 undead players don't even know where Star Dragon Post is.

There are not many novice villages that are sure that they are in the Land Kingdom, and most of the undead are not in the Land Kingdom.

But even other undead have the opportunity to come into contact with extraordinary powers.

After all, Linde is just an NPC forcibly disguised from a wild monster in the stronghold, not an NPC who can grasp the overall situation.

"My lord, what about me?" The remaining old Pete pointed at himself.

"Follow me," Linde said, "I heard that you learned a lot of recipes from the undead?"

"My lord, don't worry! Dozens of dishes, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

...

Leon leader.

The undead suddenly drank the potion and became mutated, which caused a huge commotion, but after confirming that they had not lost their minds, no one cared.

Anyway, they were just a group of freaks that would not die.

Miram sat on a small stool. She had disassembled two crossbows and was wiping each part inch by inch with oil. Each part was the key to whether she could win the next battle. When she had nothing to do, Miram would wipe and maintain it over and over again.

Not only that, there were also arrows, ropes, etc.

A bottle was placed on the wooden table with a "bang". The crossbow parts bounced suddenly under the recoil force of the table. Miram frowned, and the scarred eyes covered by long hair looked up through the gap in the hair and saw the disgusting toothless smile.

'Toothless' Yang.

Lord Leon has a total of 9 superiors, but in fact, his real confidants are only three legion commanders. Others, including Miram, are voluntarily loyal, but have no military power.

Some people hope to gain military power, while others may not care.

Each of the three legion commanders has 20 to 30 great knights under his command, making them the most powerful people in the entire Leon Territory, except for the "new noble" Lord Leon.

Like the "wine" in front of him, it's okay for Milanm to drink it, but it won't be so easy, and the food problem is not so easy to solve.

Should the great knights rush into the disaster shadow area and take the risk of planting mutant plants on a large scale, or let ordinary people whose lives are already cheap eat less to save food? As long as the superiors are not stupid, they will know what to choose.

Strong power is indispensable, and ordinary people are not much nobler than dung beetles.

"What's up?" Miram began to assemble a crossbow.

Yang unceremoniously pulled a stool and stuffed it under his buttocks, turned his head to look at the mess behind him, and then said: "Persimmon Town is far away from Leon Territory, farther than Holy Water Town, Crying Town, and Kazhan Town."

"I haven't been there." Miram had already assembled one, and then concentrated on assembling another.

"I haven't been there either." Yang raised his eyebrows. "We came from the Gate of Morpheus and stationed in Leon Territory. We were defeated by the monsters in the Great Rift, but with the leadership of Lord Leon, we will definitely be able to fight back to the Gate of Morpheus."

"Pass?" Miram had already assembled two crossbows.

"It's the Gate of Morpheus!" Yang emphasized.

"Morpheus' Gate, then what?"

She glanced at the wine bottle on the table: "I can't help you fight back to Morpheus' Gate, I'm just an ordinary hunter."

Grabbing the bottle, pulling out the cork, Miram took a sip, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face: "I just followed orders."

"Sharuba and Stang, those two bastards, started playing a power struggle." Yang stopped talking nonsense when he saw this. He found that he didn't have the ability to play the emotional card. The two missing front teeth made him more clumsy than others in his speech. Maybe he had to spend more effort to make the sound of his teeth leaking less loud.

"Do you know the abandoned port?" Yang reached out and snatched the bottle from Miram's hand, and took a sip.

Miram raised his sleeves to wipe his mouth: "Those areas occupied by greenskins? They are not far from Persimmon Town, of course I know!"

Disasters, mutant monsters, crazy old nobles, crazy believers of various religions, monsters that have been alienated after failing to drink potions, etc.

There are all kinds of messy monsters in this world, and the biggest problem and source is disaster.

But for the new nobles, the biggest problem is the old nobles, because the power in their blood makes them more terrible than disaster once they go crazy. The blessing of the magic ring still favors this group of remnants of the old era after the ring is broken. The old noble lords who once occupied various regions are now nails in every key post and castle on the ground.

Religious believers, alienated monsters, etc. are not important, they are weak.

But mutant monsters are different. In essence, mutants are also mutant monsters. Ordinary people who often eat mutant food are said to mutate after consuming too much disaster... The reason why it is said is that it has only been three years since the magic ring was broken, and the inference results given by experienced scholars will not be confirmed until more than ten years later.

The greenskins in the abandoned port are a group of mutant monsters who gather there for unknown reasons. They are large in number and strong in body. They have reason but not much.

"You want to provoke those greenskins?" Miram reached out to grab the bottle back, shook it twice to hear that there was still a lot in it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"It's those two bastards! The most important thing for us now is to gather all the strength in our hands." Yang clenched his fist. His right hand lost the ring finger and pinky finger, and the fist-clenching action looked like a chicken claw.

Fortunately, he was the legion commander and could just sit in the rear.

When Yang got angry, his front teeth were leaking, and it sounded quite laborious.

"They are actually going to attack the abandoned port!"

"Both of them?"

"It's Xia Luba"

"Where's Stang?"

"He's going to go south, attack the snake catcher's fortress, defeat that tough crazy veteran, and then kill Goliath." Yang scratched his cheek with three chicken claw-like fingers: "I have never been to Goliath in my life, why should we go to Goliath? We should go to the Gate of Morpheus!"

"And then get beaten back?" Miram laughed. Although she felt that she shouldn't laugh, it was really funny to see a chicken claw man with a gap in his front teeth scratching his cheek with a silly action.

"We have undead!" Yang shook his head and said, "I have been observing the undead for some time. They will not die. They are very valuable. You brought them here."

"Serin, Yaza and the others have also gone there. I think they should also bring them back... Well, forget about Kazhan Town. That madman simply doesn't take Lord Leon seriously. He talks about his church every day."

"He is not even a human being. He is a complete madman." Yang said, "But that doesn't matter. I want you to help."

"How to help?"

"I want those undead to be used by me, not patrolling anymore."

"I can't help you convince Lord Leon!" Miram put the bottle in front of Yang and waved his hand to signal him to leave with the bottle.

Yang picked up the bottle and shook it: "You've already drunk it! I have to help you!"

"Okay, tell me what to do in detail?"

"I need the loyalty of the undead, and then I will arrange for them to handle some things, show their value, and let them be tied to me before Stang and Xialuba can react."

"Aren't you playing tricks too?" Miram mocked him with disdain.

The number of great knights under the three legion commanders is similar, but if 'toothless' Yang suddenly has 60 more great knights under his command, the result will be completely different.

"I can help you talk to Serin," Yang grinned and showed his gap teeth: "Help you take down that proud handsome boy."

Miram's cheeks were slightly hot: "It's not impossible to help you..."

Things went much more smoothly than Miram and Yang had imagined. After obtaining Lord Leon's indifferent consent, the two found the undead people and asked them questions. They rushed to join Yang's army.

A group of strange undead people, each of them was sentenced to death and alienated. But if they would be resurrected after death, the so-called alienation would really become a joke.

"Points? What are those? We in Leon have our own currency, but most things can't be bought with money. You need to wait for unified distribution or be rewarded by the Lord himself."

"Maps? Maps are military secrets, but there are indeed some maps. If you need them, I can give you one."

"Inner city? Of course you can enter. Blacksmiths, potions, everything is fine!"

"Mounts? We don't train backward cavalry. The food for raising livestock is enough for us to raise three or five people. They can fight more than livestock."

"Tavern? There is one, but I don't recommend you go. There is no wine in it, but there are other things... I heard that you can't take off your pants, right, so don't go."

"Little skirt?"

"Linkage?"

"Post station?"

"Mission?"

Yang and Milan were confused.

"Dare to call it the main city when there is nothing?" The undead expressed strong dissatisfaction.

Although full of complaints, the undead still accepted the recruitment.

The undeads of the new noble camp embarked on a journey of achievement and success. They could finally play games as happily as the dragons of Star Dragon Post.

Although many functions are missing, as long as the rewards and guidance are discarded, they are essentially the same.

There is no choice, of course, you can only deceive yourself.

After the undeads received the task, their first reaction was to fight back to Persimmon Town. They wanted to teach those lizardmen a lesson.

While the territory was developing in full swing and the undeads were excited about infrastructure construction, Lind's expression was not very good.

He had just left Star Dragon Post today, and he also left the pharmacist of Harbor Village in Star Dragon Post to help Miss Miko.

If it weren't for Brittany's specialness, he might have let the other party stay in the rear of Star Dragon Post.

Riding a disaster warhorse with a volcanic bird following his head, Lind didn't look like a good person now, and he looked like a boss on a trip.

While on the road, Lind focused on the official forum, brushing posts one by one.

More and more undeads gained power without Star Dragon Sentry, which made him feel more urgent. However, the game is currently locked at level 10. Breaking through to level 11 through potions is already the limit of the undeads. Even if Lind took out the upper potion, it would be useless.

The deterrent power of 3,000 great knights and wizards is still there, but not much.

Lind's attention has been moved away from the undead. The undead at this stage are just more useful tools. Unless the level cap is opened, it won't be long before they don't even have the opportunity to become the main force on the battlefield.

Watching some fashion videos and listening to the imagination of video bloggers for a while, Lind found it quite interesting.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that his popularity ranking among the undead had dropped again. Aren't female characters so unpopular? Because the witch Morena from the novice village Weeping Town was on the list. With the appearance of an intellectual magic sister, she successfully squeezed Lind down one place.

As soon as he saw the low wall of Prey Town, Lind suddenly felt refreshed.

Official update announcement!

1.03 update.

The content is still concise, but it makes Lind subconsciously think more.

[The 1.03 version of the internal beta of "Doomsday Ring" has been updated. The hostile camp BOSS will appear near the main city]