The lord is red again

"My lord" Lance raised his bow and looked warily at the high-ranking knight in front of him.

Linde raised his hand to stop him: "Take someone in."

In terms of agility and rapid slaughter, Lance and Ice Bow are more efficient than themselves.

In his hand, the ice bow completely turned into a slaughtering blade.

Letting Lance fight with a high-ranking knight here would be a waste of combat power.

Lance led the people away, leaving only Linde and the man with red eyes.

The other person was tall, had no front teeth, and looked a bit funny.

Flames erupted behind Linde. The golden dragonhide plate armor built by the dragonhide armor master Bader was considered in all aspects. He loves mechanisms and deformation, so whenever Linde makes a move, the plate armor on his body will have various changes. A small change in angle to ensure that it follows his body adjustment.

[The Broken Sword of the Scavenger Princess] As Linde charged forward, he pointed at the high-ranking knight without front teeth.

In terms of strength, Linde is better. He can always be better. With the old noble body and the power of the three channels, he will definitely be better.

The sun ring controls the flame, and the flame ignites the furnace emblem. The furnace emblem activates the power and feeds it back to the body, and then the sun ring controls the power in an instant.

The specific performance of the battle was that Linde knocked the sword from the opponent's hand away with one strike of his sword.

The iron boots dug into the ground, like sharp claws digging into the soil, and the outstretched palms reached towards the neck of the toothless knight.

There is a huge strength gap between the two sides, and the other side has already been seriously injured in the undead siege.

In the collision of palms and fists, Linde was superior in both skill and strength. I used the skills I learned in the first half of my life. Why can you surpass me just because you said "I am a new aristocratic force".

Skills learned over time will never lie.

Weapons were not suitable for close range bombardment involving punches and flesh, but Linde never thought of stopping here and would use all possible means to fight each other.

Flames erupted at his elbows, and the expanded and deformed elbow plates acted like jets, propelling his fists to strike.

The explosion was heard in the elbow, but the pain exploded in the enemy's face.

His teeth were all broken, not just his front teeth.

With a few consecutive punches, even an iron wall would be smashed by Linde. The man in front of him was bleeding from the eyes, mouth and nose, and was shaking, and his brain had been hammered into pulp by Linde.

won.

This was the first time that Lind defeated a top player so easily.

He grabbed the opponent's shoulders to prevent him from falling to his knees, and he also respected the enemy with a strong will.

"What?" Linde seemed to hear the other party talking.

"Are you an old noble?" He was full of leaks, but his meaning was conveyed very clearly.

Who else would like to wear golden armor besides the old nobles of the Rand Kingdom?

"I don't like that title," Lind said.

He grinned, and blood spilled out from his open mouth: "Master Leon must hate you very much."

"I'll blow his head off too, just like you."

"You guys, maybe... forget it."

Lind frowned and looked at him, not understanding what he was saying, but just watching him breathing rapidly.

The other party continued: "I need a tombstone, and the disaster executioner needs a tombstone."

"Tombstones? That's the tradition of the old aristocracy."

Linde let go of the other person and let him kneel on the ground.

He threw out a chain from the palm of his hand and pulled the long sword from far away.

He thrust his sword in front of the opponent.

There is no tombstone, but the sword should work fine.

The next thing that belonged to the other party was to wait for death. If the other party was still alive when Lind came back, he wouldn't mind showing his mercy.

But after taking a few steps, Linde suddenly heard mumbling behind him.

"Keep my oath, I will die for you." The trembling voice was definitely not because of fear, but because of the involuntary trembling caused by the broken internal organs.

Linde turned to look at the kneeling figure, his hands grasping the hilt of the sword stuck on the ground, his head lowered.

Already dead.

At this moment, Lind suddenly felt a strong sense of trance, and time seemed to be quickly reversing, back to a month or two ago, when he stepped into the Church of the Sun.

Sunlight shines through the church glass on a sculpture. The Storm Rider, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, rests his head under a sword.

Lind withdrew his gaze. He thought that Eluna's explanation at the time might not be correct. The story would always become unrecognizable in the end, because people like to interpret stories by themselves.

Maybe the Storm Knight didn't really put his head under the sword. He was just unable to lift his head when he was dying, and he just used his last bit of strength to hold his own "tombstone."

…

Sweet mushrooms are dead.

The undead people from the old noble force who were rushed over were killed with a single blow, and it was difficult for them to defeat four people with just two fists. What's more, the enemy not only had four hands, but also had one more head than an ordinary person.

There was no time to lament that the game production team acted irrationally, and the main city of the game was actually attacked.

Maybe this is the charm of "internal beta"?

He quickly left the resurrection point.

Guarding the front is a team of undead, they are here to guard the corpse.

"Brother, we voted!" Sweet Mushroom raised his hands and signaled the green-haired person opposite not to throw fireballs at him: "We all voted!"

"It's easy to talk." The undead opposite did not embarrass Sweet Mushroom. It was just a game. There was no need to really guard the corpses and kill them all.

Of course, the most critical reason is that after dying once, the undead will be downgraded. The undead at level 10 are not a big threat, but the undead at level 11 are all threats.

"Brother, you can enter my invitation code when you recruit later." The other party suddenly realized and shouted to Tian Mushroom.

There are not many opportunities for white-collar points.

"No problem!" Tian Mushroom nodded.

He knew why the other party was guarding here. Don't expect all players to be elegant and easy-going. More than 90% of the players who play this kind of killing war game have dirty mouths. It is normal to swear. It is also normal to curse your parents.

Quarrels and disputes, family protection wars.

In the end, it will definitely become autism.

Tian Mushroom felt sorry for the player who was squatted. If he was squatted all the time, he would not have to play the game. The team in front of him can fight until now without much injury. The strength must be in the first echelon. If they really surrender and join the Star Dragon Outpost in the future, they will not have a good life.

He quickly retracted his sight and saw the battle situation. He knew that the big team had entered the inner city, but he didn't want to join in the fun.

As the city was breached, the entire Leon City was in chaos.

Killing, looting, everyone was like a beast out of the cage, tearing and eating everyone around them wantonly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe this was not a game, but a real ugly world, but the undead looked at all this through the filter called the game, beautifying death.

Putting all this aside, this world is cruel and fierce.

Sweet Mushroom suddenly saw a familiar figure, a man was kicking a woman, just like the scene he saw some time ago.

The woman protected her child.

"Cao Nima!" Although the strength of Sweet Mushroom, who returned to level 10, was greatly reduced, it was not difficult to kick a hunchbacked man like a stick insect away.

He drew his sword and chopped it off, cutting off his head in the other's horrified eyes.

In the real world, he was powerless to do anything about this kind of thing, but in the game world, he must uphold justice!

Sweet Mushroom turned his head and looked at the woman.

This time the woman did not run away, although she was still looking at Sweet Mushroom with fear. The reason for not running might be that she couldn't run anymore. In places where Sweet Mushroom couldn't see, the woman didn't know how many times she was bullied and vomited blood.

There were many footprints on her body, of different sizes.

"Woo woo~" The child the woman was protecting was about one year old, and was crying. At such a young age, he already knew that he couldn't make any sound when crying.

The woman couldn't make any sound, but just watched Sweet Mushroom approaching in horror.

"So it's for this?" Sweet Mushroom saw that there was food behind the woman. Is this why she was always beaten?

According to Sweet Mushroom, although Leon County was very stingy, it would also distribute some basic rations to women and children to ensure that they would not starve to death.

So the man would come to the woman every time to make trouble, just to snatch her rations, and the woman had to resist every time for the sake of the child, but seeing her skin wrapped in bones, it was also known that she rarely protected the rations.

Sweet Mushroom reached out and took the piece of stone or bread in the woman's pleading eyes, and took a bite.

The taste was terrible, there was definitely more wood slag than flour!

Looking at the woman whose eyes were slowly fading, Sweet Mushroom said, "I'll take your mission! I will protect your child until you find someone willing to adopt him."