The lord is red again

After his NPCs and the undead lost control one after another, Lind had to take the initiative to attack, at least to find out what happened inside.

Dome was not good at fighting but was trusted by Leon, and even Milan was unwilling to approach him. As Milan said, the ‘book thief’ Dome was a difficult target.

The other party still had a lot of hostages. The undead could die, but Reed and others could not. Each one was very precious.

As a lord, he had never thought of giving up his men directly.

When there was mutual trust, the relationship was indestructible enough for both parties to die for it, but when the trust began to crack, perhaps the relationship between the two sides was more fragile than the cracked glass, and it was about to collapse and scratch itself.

The team heading to the Soul Valley was huge with hundreds of people.

Lind put on heavy armor, picked up the broken sword, and rode the equally heavily armored disaster warhorse.

In the sun, the heavy armor reflected the light, making him look like a slowly moving golden hill.

Investigation and exploration may also lead to direct conflict, and the best way to deal with conflict is to kill the other party when the conflict occurs.

So the safest thing is still strength, so Linde also brought Lance with him.

After the great knights lost contact for unknown reasons, Linde did not call ordinary great knights again, and the upper-level like Lance might be safer.

As the most powerful member of Linde's current subordinates, Lance is indeed the insurance.

If Linde himself is not careful, he may die if he is hit in the head by Lance's ice bow continuously, and his flexibility is not as good as Lance who has been transformed into a deer man. There is a high probability that he will be killed by kite flying in an open area.

This is just an assumption, because Linde does not lack medium and long-range means.

At the gate of Star Dragon City, Linde looked at Miss Miko who came uninvited, took off his helmet, stretched out his hand to her and said, "Let's go!"

There is no need to rush back. After all, she is a high-level wizard, and Miss Miko is carrying a bulging small bag, which should be full of various magic potions if I guess correctly.

You can always trust Miss Miko when it comes to stocking up.

Miss Miko grabbed the hand that Linde stretched out with satisfaction, followed his upward force and jumped onto the horse's back, sitting in front of Linde.

Perhaps this is why she likes Linde more. There is no need to argue about many things. As long as one party gives an answer, the other party nods.

She found a comfortable position on the wide horse's back and sat down, leaning against Linde, just like leaning against an automatically heated iron seat. The cold wind blew and hit her face but it just turned into a gentle breeze.

Two disaster war horses, Linde and Miko shared one, and Lance rode one by himself.

The sunlight gradually dimmed, and followed the guidance of the sticky cold wind to the Tomorrow Magic School.

Hundreds of disaster war horses rushed on the road, and the ground was rumbling.

At the fork in the road, all the undead people abandoned their horses and chose to walk forward, and after approaching the range of Tomorrow Magic School, they immediately chose to sneak.

"Hiss" Lance couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing hundreds of undead people wearing white robes and hoods disappearing in front of him, he was really shocked.

Imagine that hundreds of great knights suddenly appeared in front of you when you didn't know anything.

That kind of scene was enough to make people feel cold all over.

Even if it was the secret rune messenger who was evaluated by Linde as the weakest in comprehensive combat power, as long as the number increased, all the shortcomings would become less obvious.

He didn't know how strong Domei was in the Tomorrow Magic School, but the opponent was definitely not someone who could deal with the sneak attack of hundreds of great knights by himself.

Even as powerful as Lord Linde himself, he couldn't do it.

Lord Leon, who was not cursed by the abyss, might be able to do it. If he couldn't beat them, at least he could run away. The strength of the Disaster Executioner was not fully demonstrated until his death, so he shouldn't be unable to struggle in the sea of ​​people.

However, if you look at the ground carefully or listen carefully, you will still be able to detect their traces. No matter how low the footsteps of hundreds of people are suppressed, there will always be a sound like raindrops falling on the ground.

If you stare at the ground carefully for a while, you will also see a layer of sand and dust at a height of a palm close to the ground.

Because of the stealth skill, the dust on the ground is forcibly tied to the ground by the ability of the secret pattern messenger and cannot fly up.

Climb up the hill and come to the door of the castle on the sea cliff.

"Is there a sea in the northwest of the Kingdom of Rand?" Linde felt that his geographical knowledge must be wrong.

The black sea is boundless, but he remembered that the northwest direction of the Kingdom of Rand did not seem to be directly in contact with the sea, that piece of frozen soil.

"Just like the foothills of the Red Dragon Mountain," Lance said, "there will be more things that are not there, and there will be less."

"Crustal movement" Miss Micko yawned, leaning against the warm Linde, and the disaster warhorse walked very steadily on the road, shaking, she was about to fall asleep.

You, an idealistic witch, are actually talking about crustal movement, you are talking about science! Shouldn't it be said that it was a battle between gods and dragons, and a sword or a knife cut off a piece of the northwest corner of the continent?

Linde also felt a sense of trance. He and his companions were a group of ants. As the ant nest was relocated, they passed by a human chair. Unexpectedly, the chair was suddenly moved by someone, and the scene was turned into a terrifying giant that could not be seen in its entirety. It moved from one place to another inexplicably.

He turned his head and looked at the castle, which was the so-called Tomorrow Magic School.

"This is a new building, built in recent years." Lance said.

"Yeah," Lind nodded, "and it doesn't belong to the architectural style of the Kingdom of Rand."

The architectural style of the Kingdom of Rand is gorgeous and huge. This is a country that loves gold and gorgeousness to the core.

But the castle in front of him was too slender, especially the tall tower that drilled upward like a sharp shoot, making the whole building look sharp, like a ghost claw with fingers extended.

The castle stood calmly amid the surging waves of the sea.

"There is magic," Miss Miko, who jumped off the horse, pointed to the hole in the castle: "The other party is also a moon witch."

"What is the effect?"

"It's like a warning. I don't have this kind of magic," Miss Miko shook her head, just guessing roughly.

The door was locked, but a hole was deliberately left for people to enter the interior, and non-lethal magic was released on it.

The purpose is easy to guess.

"That's easy," Lind walked to the main gate of the castle with the broken sword, raised the broken sword with both hands and chopped it down.

The big iron gate was broken open with a loud "boom".

It is very likely to be detected if you go through the hole, but what if you go through the main gate?

It is not the same for Lind to be exposed alone and for hundreds of people to be exposed.

In this invasion, the undead are one of the main forces, and Lind does not know how to sneak, so he must be exposed.

Miko obviously thought of this: "But you will become a straw target."

Lind casually stuck the broken sword into the ground and said casually: "That may not be the case."

Miram, who was sneaking on the side, was holding a short blade and watching the scene in front of her.

Her double crossbows now belonged to Lind. The short blade in her hand was a white weapon made by Lind after he lent her the [Broken Sword of the Scavenger Princess] to copy and "write the secret pattern" after doing so.

The short blade is not an ideal weapon. Although the ability to sneak makes Miram very suitable for close combat, it is often more dangerous to be closer, and the attack range is too short, which can easily force herself into a desperate situation.

Lind did not refuse to lend her the double crossbows to copy the magic pattern.

But between the green broken sword of the Scavenger Princess and the white double crossbow, Miram chose the broken sword of the Scavenger Princess without thinking.

Although the magic pattern weapon written by her strength still emits white light, it is definitely stronger than the double crossbow.

The sturdiness is OK, and a Scavenger Princess up to the height of the calf can be drilled out of the knife.

Looking at Linde's flamboyant style of splitting the door with a sword, she opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. Can you still be considered stealth?

With Duomei's personality, she is probably preparing to counterattack now.

There were dense sounds coming from the front. After entering the stealth state, her senses were also enhanced to a certain extent. It was clear that it must be those weird-looking undead people.

Miram, who kept her mission in mind, hurried to follow. If hundreds of people attacked Duomei together, or even attacked the eight former subordinates of Lord Leon at the same time, Miram had strong confidence.

It was already the degree of quantity changing quality.

The style inside the castle is even more gloomy than the outside. Entering the castle, it is like a maze, consisting of narrow and long passages, one room connected to another, the space is not large, and it is very depressing.

"Boom!" The sound of smashing came from the front, followed by a burst of swear words mixed with catchphrases.

Miram rushed over quickly and saw four or five undead people wiping the blood on their faces while taking out potion bottles and pouring them into their mouths.

There were five corpses on the side.

Judging from their attire, they should be residents of the Weeping Town.

"What are you doing?" Miram couldn't help showing up: "We must sneak, and we can't let anyone find us!"

The undead who had almost recovered after drinking the medicine threw the glass bottle aside: "Has anyone found us now?"

Yes, but they were killed by you.

"Stealth is right." After saying that, the undead entered stealth mode again and disappeared from Miram's sight.

Miram opened her mouth. She felt that the undead were misinterpreting the Lord's intention. She turned her head and looked at the five bodies that were quickly piled in the corner after being killed.

They were not exposed, but was it really considered to be exposed first and then kill the people they saw... Forget it, let's continue.

Soon Miram became numb. She witnessed how the undead hid their tracks along the way.

In short, if they killed everyone who saw them, the dead would not notice the invasion.

Sometimes they would even take the initiative to attack even if the other party did not notice them.

In the words of the undead: "Prevent trouble before it happens. What if he patrols over after I go there? Eliminate all factors that may lead to stealth exposure."

It was well said, but Miram felt that if it continued like this, Duomei would really discover them.

The smell of blood was not so easy to cover up. Hundreds of people turned into killing machines and "sneaked" in the castle, stirring up a fishy wind that could not be hidden in the narrow and airtight space.

Miram stopped again because she noticed that there were undead people moving ahead.

And there was a swaying figure further ahead.

The undead's stealth effect disappeared when he took the initiative to attack, and his figure completely appeared in front of Miram.

As an "assassin", he carried a big sword.

He had successfully touched the back of the man who was wandering around in a daze, but because of his sudden appearance and the heavy weight of the big sword, the man's footsteps suddenly "snapped" and were very harsh.

He took the initiative to act.

The fierce chop cut the opponent in half, and after simply dealing with the corpse on the ground, the undead disappeared stealthily.

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground that had not been cleaned up at all, Miram fell into deep thought.

Is this the style of the secret pattern messenger? At this moment, Miram felt that he might not have been able to fully understand the use of his abilities.

Use the most ferocious weapon, lurk behind the opponent, and then kill him with one blow.

But there is a small problem in it. The undead can not consider the issue of life and death, but he only has one life, so this is a fighting style that is only suitable for the undead.

I didn't stay up all night last night, I was too sleepy