The lord is red again

In Prey Town, Lind opened his eyes.

Feeling the familiar power in his body, the power from three channels, jumping along with the three marks on his chest.

It seemed that it was really just a dream.

Lind also had some regrets. In the "Banshee Fantasy Dream", he obtained a lot of blessed weapons. Those blessed weapons not only surpassed the golden dragon skin plate armor on his body, but even the weapons far surpassed the broken sword.

Especially the blessed weapons that directly raised his strength to the hero level. The huge leap brought by the irresponsible improvement of strength made Lind feel pity every time he thought about it after waking up again.

As long as he can improve his strength, he is not a "non-prop party". All ways to improve his strength are worth adopting.

But, it is a dream after all.

Death is real death, but living cannot bring out the things in the dream.

Lind looked at the [Banshee Horn] in his hand. In the end, the corpse dragon did not devour him, but judged that he failed this time and drove him out.

A role that tends to be a referee.

Failure naturally means that the reward for using the Banshee Horn once cannot be obtained.

"Success, killed that group of heroes, even those above heroes, and that corpse dragon?"

Linde felt that he would only go in a second time if he was crazy.

Abandoning all strength, entering from scratch, using various patchwork and assembly abilities that he was not proficient in to kill his way to the top of the mountain in one breath.

Failure, death.

The price is a bit too high, not worth it.

"But compared to me, it seems more suitable for the undead."

The punishment for failure is death, and the undead don't worry about death at all.

And he vaguely feels that if the use of the Banshee Horn is expressed in a different way, it will be very popular with the undead.

The pace is fast, and you can experience exciting battles, and failure is nothing more than death.

If successful...

"Successful" Linde frowned and thought: "Success should be rewarded with points, maybe we can also set up a ranking system, a speed race?"

A prototype has already appeared in his mind. For the local natives, the cursed weapon is extremely poisonous and has extremely terrible risks, but for the undead, it is fun.

"Yes, you have to pay if you want to play!"

Linde found that he was becoming more and more like a qualified NPC. Not to mention that he didn't know that he was a wild monster before, even if he was the world boss, he was unwilling to do that job. Regardless of whether he won or not, Linde has fallen in love with providing services for undead players.

Happy!

"In this way, the points are a bit insufficient."

Only a stable post, mount updates and horse gear peripherals can make the undead people grow crops obediently for a long time.

Limited by the weak strength of the undead, Linde couldn't do it even if he wanted to give away points, and as the "Village Chief of the Novice Village", he couldn't give the undead too many benefits... He couldn't squeeze them too much.

There are too few ways to earn points, but too many ways to spend them.

Some "updates" must be hidden, otherwise they are easy to divert.

Lind currently hopes that the undead can pay more attention to the purchase of small commodities, because the cost is low enough, and consumption habits need to be cultivated.

Give the undead a feeling that limited small commodities will be gone after they are sold out, so they will work harder to earn points to buy them, but if there are too many good things to distract their attention, but the undead can't get enough points, the result may be a waste of resources.

Good things should be released little by little.

There is no need to worry about whether the undead will fail to pass the sacrifice trial. They can die unlimited times, so there is no saying that they cannot pass it. There is only a certain amount of time to pass the level.

Lind stood up and walked out the door, only to find that it was dark outside.

With a flick of his hand, the flames on his fingertips lit up the room, and the fire pressed Lind's shaking and struggling shadow against the wall.

"How long has it been?" Lind asked the soldiers guarding outside the mayor's mansion.

"Sir, you have rested for a day."

"One day, not bad."

Linde then found a boy standing at the door, looking at him with fear and admiration.

"Sir! I want to be loyal to you! I want to be as strong as you!"

The boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"I remember that Old Cherry should have posted a notice for soldier selection and training." Linde looked down at the boy, and he could feel the strong ambition in his eyes.

But compared to ambition, the other party seemed to prefer to use cleverness.

The selection conditions are very simple. No disease or disability, not too weak body can be selected. The boy is in good health. As long as he participates in the selection, he will definitely be selected. But he does not take the selection route but comes to me, which is a bit interesting.

"Yes!" The boy raised his head: "I will obey your orders and participate in the selection!"

The boy trotted away with a smile.

"Go tell Old Cherry" Linde said to the soldier guarding the door: "If that boy does something with my name, give him a hard time."

"Yes!" The soldier nodded.

The boy didn't know how long he had been waiting outside, but it was clear that his ultimate goal was to kowtow to Lind in public.

As long as there was communication, it would be easy for the boy to go to the selection.

How could the brains of people who could survive in the doomsday be simple? Besides, the other party was not unaware of the possibility of being exposed, but compared to being exposed, people who survived the doomsday preferred to fight.

The benefits in hand were theirs, and everyone here lacked a plan.

Just as Linde thought, the soldiers soon brought back the news that the boy claimed that he had received the guidance of Lord Linde to participate in the selection.

Linde, who had demonstrated his tough methods yesterday, was very famous in Prey Town, so when faced with the boy's bluffing, everyone chose to believe it.

In fact, the reason was very simple. It was better to do less than more. It was just a little care.

Linde did not kick the other party out of the training team. Didn't he use his name to say that he valued him? People who are valued by themselves should be trained several times more than others and have higher requirements.

In one day, the harness of the disaster warhorse had been made, and Linde led the disaster warhorse to find the blacksmith.

When the blacksmith who was nailing the horseshoe saw the ferocious disaster warhorse, his calves began to weaken. In the end, he let the "hammer man" do it to complete the work.

The harness specially made for the Disaster Horse was also equipped at the first time. The half-wrapped horse armor immediately transformed the Disaster Horse from a small monster's mount to a BOSS mount.

The heavy armor was shining with gold.

"Did Bard make it?" Lind didn't see Bard either, but the golden light was definitely Bard's style.

Han grinned: "My lord, I made it."

Quite happy.

"As expected of a Goliath," Lind exclaimed.

Goliath's worship of gold is simply integrated into his bones and blood.

Saddle, but no reins are needed, Lind's Soul-Loss Chain is enough to hold the opponent.

Lind climbed on the horse, and it was more comfortable to cooperate with the saddle, and because of the existence of the Soul-Loss Chain, the Disaster Horse could really achieve unity of mind with him.

After returning to the west of the Red Dragon Mountains, all the things that should and should not be done were done. Linde did not plan to stay any longer. He should return to the old territory lookout. Wherever the undead are, he should be there. This is what a novice village chief should do.

Wherever the players are, I will move the novice village there, focusing on a caring service.

Wearing golden dragon skin armor, carrying the broken sword of the scavenger queen, and riding an armored disaster warhorse, Linde looked like a game boss wandering in the wild from a distance.

Or, he was originally that boss.

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The official version 1.03 was updated. The appearance of the camp boss did make many undead people nervous.

The nervous undead people immediately chose to start patrolling. Such a scary boss must be killed as soon as possible, otherwise it would be bad if others took it away.

Among them, the undead people who are most keen on investigating patrols are the undead people in the Star Dragon Sentry camp. As the largest and strongest players at this stage, they have formed a force that cannot be underestimated.

In addition to the reuse of undeads by the Star Dragon Outpost, the fact that Leon Territory began to reuse undeads is also a signal that the era of players seems to have finally arrived.

For some disasters and mutant monsters, this group of undeads is like locusts. They will not only rush up to kill the disasters, but also cultivate the disaster land over and over again until the last bit of value of the land is squeezed out and then they pull it out and leave.

As a cyber workhorse, the undead will not die from exhaustion, but the disaster land can be cultivated.

As the first-line players in the game, the three friends of Xuanwu Shield, Zhanyue Blade, and Longlin Sword are strolling nearby.

After Xuanwu Shield died while playing the spell wizard, he resolutely chose to switch to playing the two-headed man. He still prefers to become a meat shield to resist damage and likes the feeling of punching the flesh.

Zhanyue Blade and Longlin Sword chose the spell wizard. The remote fireball has a higher tolerance rate, and the fighting style of the two-headed man is to affect the nearby terrain environment, and teammates will really be affected if they are close together.

Three people, four heads, are chatting.

"That kind of disaster warhorse can't be tamed at all."

They tried to catch three of them, but found that after forcibly pulling them out, the disaster warhorse only turned into a red name. Even if the disaster warhorse was killed to the point of death, there was no sign of being tamed.

"But it seems that NPCs can ride it?"

"It's a system setting. I guess we still have to wait until the stables are built."

It's natural that NPCs and players are treated differently, but they are really envious of mounts, thinking that riding this thing will not only save "commuting" time, but also be handsome enough.

Who can refuse to decorate their own disaster warhorse by buying and buying?

"What's wrong?" Zhan Yue Dao found that the two heads of Xuanwu Shield were approaching him, and subconsciously tightened his robe to cover his chest.

"Brother" Xuanwu Shield opened his mouth: "You smell so good~"

"Fuck, get out!"

The three of them laughed and played until the sudden sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

Their faces changed and they immediately entered combat mode.

"Fuck, a BOSS dressed in gold, wait, why doesn't he have a red name?"

"It seems to be De Ge'er."

Seeing that it seemed to be one of them, the three of them immediately put away their weapons. Regardless of whether the "son of the game" Linde had improved his strength again, they knew that it would be easy for him to kill the three of them, and it was a one-sided massacre.

"It's the lord. I thought it was the BOSS."

Dressed like a BOSS, riding a mount like a BOSS, and powerful like a BOSS, but as long as he doesn't have a red name, he is not a BOSS.

"Did the lord go out to find the faction BOSS? As an NPC, he must have received a hint first."

"It's possible!"

The lord is definitely not the faction BOSS, he is just an absurdly strong novice village chief.