The lord is red again

"What's your name?"

"Luke" the dwarf Ludo answered Linde's question respectfully, but kept his eyes on the child with a smile on his face.

"If you have difficulties in life, you must report them to the superiors in time. Every new life is precious in the territory."

"Yes" Dwarf Ludo nodded.

"Have you ever thought about what you want this kid to do when he grows up?"

"You can't be a clown." Ludo's eyes sparkled.

"Yeah" Linde raised his head and looked ahead.

The plague massacre event ended, and all the undead fell to level 10 again, but this was nothing to them. Only the NPCs felt the chill.

An entertainment in the hearts of the undead, but a nightmare for NPCs for countless nights.

Night has fallen, and the volcano monster birds hovering overhead use their wings to fan the cold wind, letting the sharp wind howl connect every town and territory from the sky.

The swaying orange light of the torch illuminated the camp formed by the rows of tents in front.

Everything is running in an orderly manner.

Lind was sitting on a chair. He was not wearing armor, but a fur coat. The Lost Soul Mail Armor could be quickly woven and worn on his body whenever he needed it.

He turned his head and looked at the sleeping child Luke: "When the child grows up, let him train with the team. I look forward to the day when he leads the horse for me."

Ludo is surprised.

He has always been a clown, and it is precisely because of the clown that he has access to the aristocratic level and knows many things that ordinary people do not know. For example, it would be a supreme honor to be able to lead a horse for a noble master.

Any big shot starts by holding a horse, which means being trusted by the superior.

"I've developed a few new games recently." Ludo was actually very curious about the plague, because the undead people in the tavern tent talked freely, and his main job happened to be to play with them.

But he knew very well that asking questions was the privilege of the superior to the inferior, and the two could not be interchanged.

"You might be interested?"

Ludo looked at Linde. He was a dwarf, but Linde was just the opposite. He was tall and burly, even when he was sitting on a chair, he was taller than Ludo when he was standing.

The reassuring golden lion, someone once called him that behind his back.

As for the undead, they have too many strange words. Ludo will choose to listen with one ear and speak with the other, otherwise he will accidentally blurt out disrespectful words, which is enough to make him ostracized by others.

"I've always been interested in playing new games, but not now," Lind said. "Do you have any good ideas about the plague, such as designing a new game, or making up a song?"

"To tell you the truth, my dream was to become a bard," the dwarf Ludo said with a smile: "They wander around, are romantic, free and easy, and are enviable."

"Why didn't you choose to become a bard? I heard you sing." Linde commented: "It's very good."

As a nobleman, he also has the ability to appreciate art, but he doesn't care about this ability very much now. It just sounds good.

"Because my short legs are not suitable for wandering around," the dwarf Ludo smiled. His physical disability has no longer had any impact on his heart, "and I can't be romantic."

"Haha" Linde raised his hand and patted Ludo's shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Who said that, you are the most romantic guy I have ever seen."

"Really?" Ludo couldn't help asking.

The atmosphere of the chat was so good that Ludo subconsciously forgot that the person in front of him was the lord.

"Look how much the undead people like you. After they make money, they will send it to you as soon as possible." Linde winked at Ludo: "As far as I know, there are not many people who can make others willingly pay for it, even Miko Both Miss and Miss Brittany are accused of high prices when they sell potions, but you are the only one who is willing to hand over the money to you."

"So, I am the most romantic bard." Ludo accepted this statement.

He really won't be criticized for his high price. What's wrong with the dwarf clown being a little cunning? But the undead would scold him in other ways.

"You have always been." Linde stretched out his hand to help Ludo straighten his collar: "Remember to sing the story of the plague better. I hope more people will remember the people who died in this war."

"I will!" Ludo nodded vigorously.

Linde had already stood up: "This is also the first time I have seen something from the abyss. Although I have heard about the abyss and the Great Rift countless times before, I even know which way to take to get closer to the Great Rift. I see Watching them twist, watch them cough, and then be covered in pus, the road ahead for us is extremely difficult, but what is even more difficult is that we have to move forward if we want to survive. "

The dwarf knew that the Lord was not talking to him now, so he lowered his head and became a quiet listener.

"Your mission is very heavy, Ludo." Lind turned to look at the dwarf: "The impact of this plague has not ended here. I have asked the wizards to check. There are a dozen soldiers in the territory who are in very bad condition."

"Are they...?" the dwarf was horrified.

There is no isolation now. If another abyssal monster breaks out, even the lord will be unable to save it.

"They witnessed all that, and their spirits were affected. The influence of the abyss on people is definitely not a close-range infection like a disease. Maybe you are restless in your heart, or maybe you are afraid of something, it will become a crack for him to invade you. The abyss Really good at carving out a crack, whether it's in the ground or in people's hearts."

"So, Ludo, I hope you can bring happiness and confidence to everyone. We have many achievements to sing praises and many stories to tell."

"Yes!" Ludo truly felt the burden on his shoulders, and understood that the lord had not come to him for a casual chat.

"Take some time to go back to Prey Town and pick some children with good voices."

"Yes!"

After nodding to Ludo, Linde walked into the cold night wind, and the swaying firelight welcomed his arrival.

...

The capture speed of the disaster warhorse was very fast, and some undead had the disaster warhorse.

But as long as there are undead, the style of painting will change.

Linde looked at a disaster warhorse pulling a flatbed cart, with more than a dozen people squeezed on the cart like a pile of monks, and suddenly felt pity for the disaster warhorse.

Pulling a dozen armed men in full armor is no less than pulling a cart full of iron blocks.

The disaster warhorse covered with golden equipment stopped beside Linde.

He climbed on his horse and looked at the other dozen or so disaster horses.

A dozen disaster horses pulling more than two hundred people, how exaggerated.

The expedition was full of absurdity.

The undead had all been resurrected, which meant that the plague should have been under control. It would be fine if the remaining NPCs who had been transformed into the abyss did not exist, but if they did, they could just become the target of their trip.

Back in Leon City, the broken gate was like a leaky front tooth, whimpering and groaning after the cold wind blew.

The city was in complete chaos.

The undead's round-robin battle against Lord Leon lasted for several days, and the battlefield affected almost every corner of the town.

Lind was left with only a ruin.

The undead had dispersed and began to search for valuable things, while Lind went straight to Leon's body.

The abyss disaster breath had dissipated, and Leon looked like an ordinary corpse at this time.

The flames burst out from Lind's palm and ignited the corpse.

The corpse seemed to be poured with special accelerants, and the flames immediately burst into flames as soon as they were touched.

"I can feel that the things in the abyss are afraid of the flames."

It was precisely because of the arbitrary control of the flames that he could clearly perceive the slight suppression of the abyss by the flames. However, thinking of Leon, who was afraid of the flames at first in the previous battle, but was completely unaffected later, Lind felt that his thoughts were biased.

Perhaps the dead abyss disaster was more fuel for combustion.

The flames continued to burn until they were completely burned to ashes.

He picked up the iris helmet, then bent down to pick up a sword and walked towards the inner city step by step.

The inner city was the most seriously affected by the battle, as if a huge earthquake had occurred, and the order of houses and soil was reversed.

The lord's hall was still standing firmly, and the stone steps extended from the feet to the dark rusty iron gate. The sunken and deformed large iron gate did not collapse even at this moment.

He walked to the city wall and rubbed the wall gently with his fingers.

The special construction method makes this hall have extremely strong bearing capacity.

He was curious about what kind of construction technique could achieve this, or whether there were some special bricks hidden in the wall that allowed the entire building to absorb the overflowing energy.

"This place is great," Lind gave a satisfactory evaluation.

Compared to rebuilding the old territory watchtower from scratch, it is not impossible to rebuild it on the basis of Leon City.

As long as points are given, I believe the undead will willingly become builders.

Now the undead are in need of points.

Faction points, of course, and currency.

He can't really just promote faction points in order to gather all the undead into his own faction, although the untradable faction points are very convenient for him to use.

Faction points are related to sunk costs, just like the first batch of undead who joined the Star Dragon Outpost are already at a very high level, even if they are asked to betray the outpost, they are unwilling.

Similarly, other undead will also have sunk costs.

If you refuse to receive them because you don't have points, things may develop in a direction that neither NPCs nor players like.

Lind hopes that the undead can buy some of the things they want here, which will arouse their needs. When they find that they must use points to exchange for key props at critical moments, the undead will join them on their own initiative.

To achieve this vision, all Lind needs to do is... more information and materials, more rewards and goods.

In front of the "tombstone" of the previous upper knight, Lind inserted his sword aside. Now there will be a new tombstone here.

"I don't know if I am considered a gardener."

The iris helmet will be placed with Lind as a collection, and it is also a [mission prop]. As a reward, all the undead will have an "iris helmet". The huge surprise directly swept all the undead of the Star Dragon Sentry.

Even if there are new people joining, it is definitely not easy to create more than 200 exquisite and beautiful helmets in a short period of time.

If it weren't for the heavy workload, Prey Town is still in the pure hand-rubbing period. Lind even wants to copy the armor on Leon and sell it to the undead.

With the previous experience, most people will feel that Leon is very strong, and it is normal to cosplay Iris Knight, and the linkage suit is to make money by taking advantage of the popularity.

After leaving Leon Territory, they went to Persimmon Town.

What awaited them was still a ruin and corpses everywhere, as expected.

"Starting today, no force will be deployed in Persimmon Town for the time being."

Linde announced that Persimmon Town would be abandoned directly. The condition of Persimmon Town was not much better than that of Leon City. It had long been turned into ruins. Instead of rebuilding it, it was better to throw it away.

The geographical location is also not advantageous. Looking at it this way, Harbor Village is at least a port.

The undead people were very happy that they had "trash" to pick up again.

Unlike the city of Leon, there is a lot of "garbage" here, which has not been picked up very often. Now it is so cheap that people can't get rid of it.