The lord is red again

Chapter 147 [New Nobleman·Lord Leon, Level 44]

The undead have successfully killed their way through the inner city and forcibly captured the blacksmiths, pharmacists, merchants and other NPCs in Leon City.

Ever since the precedent of NPCs being robbed in Holy Water Town and Harbor Village, the undead have been full of interest in this kind of link.

The way to strengthen our camp is to make everything you have mine. If your poster girl is beautiful, then I will rob her and she will be mine. If your NPC is handsome, then I will rob her and she will be mine.

Those who have used Miss Brittany's spices all say it is good.

Robbing NPCs is also an old tradition of Star Dragon Post. In Lind's territory, except for the first 10 people, all the remaining NPCs including Miss Miko were robbed by Lind.

He can pat his chest and say that Star Dragon Post can be what it is today because he robbed them one by one.

The style of Leon City is not very strong, full of the absurdity of the doomsday magic wasteland world, which is incomparable to the densely populated Pre Town.

Linde was only impressed by the high walls and rough style.

The messy arrows stuck in the ground, and the corpses were piled up into a small hill.

There were also a large number of captives squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, looking at the patrolling knights in fear.

Lance was collecting arrows, but fortunately there were many quivers around to help him replenish resources quickly.

"How many are left?" Linde felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

An undead came to report the situation: "Sir, the number of our undead surviving is 128, and the number of enemies still resisting is 0!"

There are only 60 undead in Leon County, so it is normal to be killed.

"Besides the undead?"

"Two legion commanders fled with their teams, but we caught a very powerful one."

"Escaped?"

Linde didn't have time to care about the escaped people for the time being. He took a look at the "very powerful" who was captured, Milanm. It happened that Linde had seen her in the official forum.

Her popularity was higher than his own!

It's okay if she's pretty, but she's just average. At first glance, I thought she was a feminized version of Reed.

No one understood his inner complaints.

Lind raised his eyes and looked at the closed iron gate in front of him.

The undead people didn't attack for a long time, but they were on guard against the iron gate, or more precisely, the things behind the iron gate.

The rough-style wall was inlaid with a rusty iron gate. The iron gate was closed, but the people standing outside the door could already feel the damp and cold inside. The long stone steps extending from the iron gate to the toes seemed like a deep passage leading to an unknown war.

No need to remind, everyone knew there was a BOSS ahead.

Lind knew that it was time for him to take the initiative to move forward. The undead people were obviously waiting for him because of the "plot".

Hundreds of great knights and wizards came behind Lind.

The captured Milanm looked at Lind's figure stepping on the stone steps with a solemn expression.

Everyone in Leon County knows the new noble Lord Leon. He came here after the doomsday and used his powerful strength to protect the people around him. He also built Leon City from scratch. It was not until some time ago that Lord Leon made the final preparations to conquer the surrounding forces.

Lord Leon is very strong. Standing in front of him will make people have difficulty breathing, even if they are in a higher position.

Milanm did not think that Lind would be Lord Leon's opponent. This assumption did not exist from the beginning. After all, Lind was only a high-ranking knight, but Lord Leon... was two ranks higher than him!

Lind put his hands on the rusty iron door and exerted force on his arms.

The burst of force in his arms pushed the iron door open. The tooth-grinding sound of the door hinge turning became extremely harsh at this moment. The empty hall was like a big mouth of the abyss. The ominous breath made Lind frown.

"Tap tap" boots stepped on the cracked floor.

The open door became the only way to get light. Lind walked forward, and his figure always stood in the beam of light projected from the door.

Ahead, there was only darkness.

The cracks in the floor, like the broken spider web, trembled slightly as Linde walked over, as if telling the old spider that the prey had been hooked.

"Go!" The undead rushed in.

The hall, which was quiet just now, became lively in an instant.

Linde looked up at the seat in front of him. It was a man wearing silver-white armor, with a slender figure. The most eye-catching thing was the iris helmet on his head, which seemed to stare at him like eyes.

The man was motionless, but the momentum that burst out of his body made Linde tremble all over.

The other party was not a high-ranking knight, nor a hero.

Yes, a higher existence!

Sitting on the chair carelessly, he was obviously looking straight ahead, but he seemed to be looking down on all living beings.

Is this the strength of the lord of the main city of the game?

"Fuck!"

Someone else cursed, which was normal.

The data they said afterwards made Linde feel natural.

"Level 44?"

"15,000 blood?"

I seem to be only level 22? Although Linde didn't think the level evaluation had much effect on him.

But the difference in rank still has a great impact on strength. To be more precise, unless you are wearing a set of blessed weapons that can fight across ranks, it is almost impossible to fight across ranks.

In a one-on-one fight, Lind is no match for him.

"Old noble?" Leon raised his head and looked at Lind through the "Y" gap in his helmet. His voice was a little weird, very light and dry, a little tired, but the smile could not be hidden in his words, as if he was talking about an insignificant little thing.

"New aristocracy?" Linde also smiled: "While talking about abandoning everything of the old era, you are also proclaiming yourself a nobility?"

Linde had no favorable impression of the aristocracy, but considering that he was a vested interest, he would also favor the old aristocracy.

The undead people had no problem with being ignored. They were all quietly "watching the plot."

But when Lind's body was wrapped in flames, the undead people finally reacted.

The fight has begun!

[The Broken Sword of the Scavenging Princess] was thrown out.

The fierce fire followed the broken sword through the air, and the scavenger princess opened her mouth with the intention of viciously biting the so-called new noble in front of her.

Leon, who had been sitting still, suddenly stood up, the fleur-de-lis on his helmet swaying slightly.

There is a sword next to Leon's chair. It is old, pitted, and wrapped in rags. It is a very ordinary weapon. It is not sharp and does not shine with divine light. Not to mention that it is just compared to the broken sword that flew past. Not even the weapons of the undead can compare.

It was just a blunt sword with only big features.

Leon raised the big sword, and the tip of the sword accurately touched the body of the broken sword, guiding the direction of the force of the broken sword at the cost of a slight bump.

The broken sword was affected by the transmitted power, grazed Leon's helmet and hit the load-bearing stone pillar behind him.

Rumble, vibration.

Linde's arm holding the Lost Soul Chain suddenly exerted force, and the broken sword that flew out quickly flew back. The man also ran forward, actively reaching out to grab the broken sword that was pulled back.

"Come on." The two-headed man also rushed forward. Because the distance was closer, he rushed to Leon one step earlier than Lind.

A long health bar and a high level means it's a big boss.

Although half of the undead people at this stage have suffered heavy losses and died, the 128 undead people cannot be underestimated. They once attacked the Cyclops Erhard, and their number was even less than half of the current number.

The two-headed man rushed forward, while the spell wizard ducked and rubbed the fireballs. Fortunately, the inner city hall was wide enough for the undead to move around easily.

Leon's counterattack was not very fast. His movements of swinging the sword were very smooth, but there was a feeling that it was impossible to avoid.

The two two-headed men were struck by the sword, and their bulky bodies flew backwards and hit the wall. The wall shook and stones scattered.

The two-headed man, who had always had thick blood as his advantage, couldn't even withstand a single move.

The two-headed man exploded and turned into ashes.

Linde, who was bursting with flames, also carried his sword and struck Leon's blunt sword.

Click, it was the opponent's weapon that was the first to let out a difficult wailing sound as it could no longer bear it.

Leon turned around and kicked Lind in the chest with extremely flexible movements. The golden dragon skin plate armor could not protect Lind. He was kicked to pieces at the first contact. The subsequent force from the sole of his foot exploded the plate. A, the force completely exploded in Linde's chest!

Lind's body was thrown away with a kick, but at the same time Leon also had that moment of stasis.

It was brief, but Lind noticed it.

The Lost Soul Mail Armor has a weak effect and is suitable for close combat!

The body was still flying backwards, and Linde's feet were like an ox plow. He could not stop when he plunged into the floor. Instead, he overturned the cracked and broken floor and dug two deep ditches.

The flames quickly repaired Lind's chest injuries.

He tasted the taste of blood in his mouth and kept staring at Leon. The sunken dent in his chest was unimportant, as he could recover as long as he didn't die.

The opponent's ferocity was completely within Linde's expectation, and the gap in strength could not be made up by bravery.

A fireball hit Leon, and Leon dodged easily by turning sideways.

The flames hit the stone pillar that Linde had just chopped with his broken sword, detonating a fire.

Actively avoided the fireball?

Linde would not let go of such crucial information.

Leon would not surrender. He leapt down, rushed into the undead and started a massacre. It was a massacre. No one could stop Leon's attack.

The two-headed men who could rampage and kill through the city of Leon were so powerful that they were feared, but at this moment they were slapped away like rag bags.

The power is great, beyond imagination!

The speed is very fast, faster than imagined!

The two-headed man froze in place like a fool, waiting for Leon to make a move.

Maybe it's not that the two-headed man doesn't want to resist, but that the speed difference is too big and resistance is useless.

However, fear never appeared in the dictionary of the undead. They kept pounced on Leon, and some even directly drank the blood of madness and hung up to attack.

"flame……"

Linde's chest injury has almost recovered, but the broken plate armor makes him look a little miserable.

It's not that this battle cannot be fought, I am very strong now.

As long as you can bear it.

Moreover, when Leon attacks himself, he cannot avoid being affected by the Lost Soul Armor, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

In battle, a moment is enough.

"I'm still the daddy who helps players fight the enemy line." Linde felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Leon is very strong and can seriously injure Lind with one move, but cannot kill him.

It was no secret among the immortals that Lind was not afraid of fire.

Watching him use flames to repair his injuries, the undead man had already gotten the answer. Linde could heal his injuries through flames.

Seeing Linde rushing forward again, he prepared the Lost Soul Mail Armor when Leon counterattacked. At the same time, a large number of chains gathered in front of him, just to weaken the slightest damage.

The undead people also seized the opportunity and threw the fireballs prepared in their hands.

A fireball is enough to blow a person into a pulp.

Nearly a hundred fireballs hit Lind and Leon, and the fireballs completely enveloped their figures.

At that moment, the flames of the explosion burned the undead in the hall and they retreated one after another.

Hot, hot!

The burns would even make them lose blood.

Lind, who was hit by the fireball, was in very good condition at this time, like a fish in water. On the other hand, Leon was in very poor condition. His helmet was obviously not heat-insulated, and he could hear the other party's wheezing.

"Blood is lost!"

Each undead has a strong combat analysis ability.

Especially when the effect is displayed on the blood bar, the undead immediately understand how to fight next.

Lind's condition is not only not bad, but also very good.

"Brother De is helping to hold the line! Brothers, line up and rub the fireball immediately! Master the firing rhythm!"

"Are there any brothers? Hurry up and throw a fireball to Brother De to heal him!"

The super-sturdy NPC is holding the line in the front, and nearly a hundred wizards are throwing fireballs comfortably in the back.

Moreover, Lind can quickly recover from fire attacks. Attacking is healing, killing two birds with one stone.

Watching the level 44 Leon's health slowly and continuously decrease.

In one word, awesome!

It turns out that fighting bosses can be so comfortable and enjoyable.