The lord is red again

Time goes back to about two and a half months ago.

"Doomsday Ring" has finally been updated, and the undead wandering in the wilderness have been captured one by one, and they are not very responsible and thrown into the nearby novice village, ending their aimless journey.

More than 80 undeads stood blankly on the edge of the Soul Valley, looking blankly ahead.

Even though it is noon now, the sun has tentatively flown over the valley, but the valley rock walls, like interlaced fingers, are winding upwards, building an arch that wants to block all the light outside.

The feeling of suddenly switching from one scene to another makes people a little uncomfortable. The deep canyon landform is like a big mouth, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

"Is there a town ahead?"

The undead have no heart at all. The change in the geographical environment will only cause them to exclaim. Fear is not a problem. This is a game. They will not die or feel pain.

And they finally met other players and finally saw the smell of fireworks. They were too happy to wait.

Having not seen their companions for a long time has made them want to talk to each other to the extreme. Now they need to talk to each other while they are on the road.

Everyone's experience is different, but it sounds like they should not be too far away, because everyone present appeared in the cold zone.

Some players on the forum appeared in tropical areas, and some were even surprised to find that they encountered the return of the south wind. They suspected that they might not be on the same planet.

Maybe like the earth, there are multiple continental plates.

But no matter who it is, they have not been exposed to higher-level maps so far. Not to mention that some people don't know what country they are in, even those who know their country can't determine the specific location.

Some people even brought up the conclusions mentioned before.

They are not actually in a super large open world, but in countless small sandbox worlds. It's just that everyone can communicate with each other, which creates an illusion, so that everyone thinks that everyone is just far away.

The game is highly rated, but that is in terms of realism. In fact, because the map is too empty, there are few monsters and even fewer NPCs, there is a strong sense of loneliness, and the gaming experience is not good.

The group was stopped after arriving at the town ahead.

The old soldier standing guard at the gate was a bit strange. He was wearing very strange protective gear.

His beard was gray, and the white beard covered the lower half of his face like a mask.

He was wearing leather armor, cotton pants on the lower body, and knee pads wrapped around his knees. The patterns on the left and right were different, so they should not be from the same camp.

The most interesting thing was the shoulder armor on the opponent's shoulders, which looked like two small hills.

An old man wearing patchwork style armor.

"We are from... over there," an undead man took the initiative to stand up, "over there, we want to apply for asylum."

The old soldier raised the crossbow in his hand, but the arrows swept back and forth, and he didn't know who to threaten.

The number was too large, and the crossbow in his hand was a bit overwhelmed. He might not even have 20 arrows in his body, but there were more than 80 people in front of him, and their strength was more than that of the middle-aged and elderly men in the town who could participate in the war.

"Wait," the old soldier turned around and shrank back into the city gate, closing the city gate.

If a group of people rushed in without caring about their lives, there would definitely be big trouble.

But what surprised the veteran was that this group of refugees in simple clothes were very obedient. They really waited when asked to wait, and they also spontaneously organized to line up.

This group of weirdos were unexpectedly well-behaved.

Soon the town gate opened again, and a woman with a mature aura came forward.

She was wearing a cotton robe and holding a wooden stick inlaid with stones. The handle of the wooden stick was specially wrapped with leather to ensure that there would not be too much wear and tear on the palm.

"I am Morena, the mayor of Weeping Town," the woman said, "You can come in and seek refuge, but Weeping Town will not provide you with food, and you must work."

If they were really refugees, they might hesitate to agree, but the people standing here were not refugees but players.

So they didn't even hesitate and agreed directly.

Finally, they didn't have to stroll outside. They were satisfied to have a place to stay and shelter from the wind and receive tasks.

The undead successfully entered Weeping Town.

The whole town looks shabby, and it can be said to be one of the worst of all the novice villages that have been exposed in the game. People's faces are pale, but they are busy walking around, as if they have something to do. They will walk to the end of a road and suddenly turn back.

The NPC's movement trajectory is fixed, so the players don't feel anything wrong.

In this way, they successfully joined the Weeping Town.

Work, make money, buy weapons.

The Weeping Town has always been very stingy. Not only is the reward for the task very stingy, but the number of tasks is also very small, which often makes the undead people enter a state of having nothing to do. This is completely opposite to the famous novice village named "Star Dragon Sentry" on the forum.

The tasks of Star Dragon Sentry are piled up like a mountain, which is really a happy trouble.

I can ask for less rewards, but you at least give me a chance to grind.

After a while, the undead gradually mastered some starting funds, and could spend money to buy themselves a broken sword and a set of tattered clothes. From the perspective of the mixed style alone, they have been able to perfectly integrate into the environment of the Weeping Town.

The amazing adventures belonged to others. The people in Crying Town could only dig wild grass and vegetables every day and patrol in the cold wind at night.

But one day, Crying Town welcomed an uninvited guest.

A gray beard hanging down to his chest, a cotton robe that was washed a little white but very neatly made, and a crescent hat on his head.

This is a wizard, and almost everyone who saw him for the first time thought so.

He was knowledgeable and had wise eyes. If he suddenly pulled out a two-handed sword and shouted "Illumination", then 80% of the undead would believe that he was the strongest white-robed wizard.

Just when the undead people came over to get some benefits from each other, they didn't expect that the old wizard who called himself "Dome" would take the initiative.

Dome stood at the intersection, attracting people coming and going by singing loudly.

The undead were very good at joining in the fun. Dozens of people rushed over and occupied the front row, making Dome's small stall immediately lively.

Then the NPCs who were wandering around the Weeping Town like zombies were also attracted and slowly gathered here.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce myself."

He shook his right wrist gently, and bright rays of light burst out from his fingertips. When he suddenly opened his five fingers, the light suddenly broke free from its restraints and flew high into the sky, then "bang" exploded and turned into fireworks.

"Woo~" The undead were very supportive. This was the first time they had seen magic with their own eyes since entering the game for such a long time, and they felt it was very magical.

White robe wizard, playing with fireworks! It's a pity that he doesn't use a two-handed sword.

The reaction of the residents of the Weeping Town was relatively general. Their eyes were still dull, and gathering here seemed more like completing a task.

"I am Domei~" Domei bent down, and his white beard swayed gently as his cheekbones pushed up. He was probably smiling, but it was not visible.

"As you can see, I am a wizard who can achieve some good results with magic."

He recited something quickly, his beard trembling, but no sound came out, indicating that he was reciting silently.

He opened his palm again, and a fireball appeared in his palm. The fireball was spinning rapidly. After the wind blew, the flames on the surface of the fireball burst out, and turned into a fire tornado as high as a person in Duomei's palm.

The flames exploding in front of him did not scare away the undead people. There were even several fearless people who took the initiative to move forward and even wanted to reach out and touch it.

Duomei was startled and hurriedly dispersed the fireball, but he was still a step too slow. The next moment, he saw the undead he touched was covered by the fire tornado.

The crowd was boiling, and the residents of the Weeping Town were scared and ran away.

And the undead people were curiously gathered in front of the burning corpse. Just a moment of contact, the undead's pitiful health bar of only level 1 had been emptied.

The corpse at least lasted for 2 seconds, then exploded with a "bang" and turned into ashes.

This scene made Duo Mei look puzzled.

At the same time, he also held back the lines he had prepared. This group of people is a bit weird!

But not long after, something happened that surprised Duo Mei even more. The man who had died in front of him actually ran over from a distance.

"You, are not dead?" Duo Mei couldn't help asking. Now he had thrown the task out of his mind.

"We are immortals." The undead just now seemed very happy to be actively talked to by the NPC, and he was also very happy to die just now.

As long as the pain is lowered, it is actually a very interesting thing to die, and you can experience different ways of dying.

"Immortals?" Duo Mei was curious, and at the same time, there was a strong desire in his heart. He was sure that nothing could be better than satisfying his curiosity: "Can I kill you again? I can pay you."

He thought that this request would be rejected by the other party, but he didn't expect that the other party nodded and agreed without thinking.

"Oh, come on!"

Dome used magic again, and the fireball plunged into the undead, and the splashing flames stung Dome's hands and danced.

The undead died again and turned into ashes.

Dome stared at the ashes for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, until the resurrected undead ran over from a distance.

It turned out to be an undead!

In the following days, Dome took the initiative to find Morena, the mayor of Weeping Town. The two of them got together and talked about something, but they made the undead envious.

The old wizard with a white beard and the sexy mayor, the vicious speculation and jokes will never disappear.

After that, Dome left Weeping Town, but Weeping Town suddenly began to distribute flyers.

"Tomorrow the magic school will officially enroll students. The witch tutor Ms. Morena and the principal Mr. Dome welcome you to come and explore the mysteries of magic together!"

The Weeping Town has transformed itself and provided new students for the magic school.