The lord is red again

The new undead entered the game with excitement, but what greeted them was not the treatment of the Knight of God, but being tied up with hemp ropes, and then having swords pressed against their necks.

Although they cursed, the undead were very honest in their actions.

"It seems that only the undead in Red Mushroom Village are treated like this." The undead looked at the soldiers patrolling in the distance. After being caught, he also searched on the official website.

Then he found that this game was divided into different levels.

The upper level was of course related to Linde Arman. The new undead who appeared in the Northern Star Dragon City area had all kinds of conveniences as soon as they logged in, and there were old undead to play with them, and the nanny's one-stop service was better than giving any godly equipment.

Not to mention the undead in Cuigang. Linde issued tasks near the Cuigang area, and gave equipment when logging in. It was like "I am a nanny" was written in big words on his face.

The lower level was Red Mushroom Village, and the undead were restricted in their freedom as soon as they appeared.

Death may refresh the escape, but no one is really willing to do so. Maybe it is also a plot like Cuigang. The novice plot performance may be a little explosive. It is not unacceptable to start with slaves or prisoners.

As for the medium, probably all the novice villages except Red Mushroom Village can be regarded as medium.

No matter what, other novice villages at least welcome the arrival of the undead, but only Red Mushroom Village does the opposite and directly captures all the undead with violence.

"After I escape from here and get the equipment, I will definitely come back to massacre the village!"

There are many undead who grit their teeth and make a bloody oath to massacre the village. Accepting the "plot" is one thing, but being captured is another.

The undead are all from civilized society, and their characteristics are hard-mouthed but obedient.

If they are asked to squat with their heads in their hands, they will really squat with their heads in their hands, but they will definitely not be afraid. Some people chat and laugh, and they are very happy.

It seems that they are not caught, but are here to visit and travel.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, many undeads were reminded to get the [Numbness of Legs] debuff, and the Baron of Red Mushroom Village finally arrived.

He was a square-faced man with a vicissitudes of life, black hair mixed with many white hairs, and the pores on his nose were very clear and eye-catching.

The Baron was not wearing armor, but a loose robe, and his slightly protruding belly swayed as he walked, as if he usually had a leisurely attitude towards the outside world.

The Red Mushroom Baron walked closer and looked down at the undead squatting with his head in his hands.

He stared at the undeads carefully, as if he was thinking about something, frowning and stretching his brows, back and forth.

The undeads squatted straight one by one, shouting: "We are the knights of God!" "We are willing to burn ourselves and ignite the flames!" "We are here to save the world!" "We..."

The knights who save the world are actually treated by you in such a slanderous way. Don't you feel guilty? So where is the novice village mission, and when will the equipment be delivered!

The noisy shouts quieted down amid the sound of soldiers hitting shields with weapons.

The Red Mushroom Baron looked at them silently, his eyes seemed to be turbid due to alcohol and sex, as if he never focused his sight on the face of a certain undead, always quickly swept past.

The Baron also ignored what the undead said, and walked from one end to the other.

Just when the undead thought that the next step was finally going to be the highlight, the Red Mushroom Baron turned around and left without saying a word.

The undead wanted to say something, and even wanted to get up and chase him, but the surrounding warriors quickly surrounded them, so the undead reluctantly squatted again with their heads in their arms.

"This plot is too long." Some undead have already started to complain.

"Are we really going to be held captive for the whole day?"

"Fuck, I'd better log off."

"I'll still be here after logging off."

"I have a hunch that we're definitely going to see something big!"

"It's definitely going to be a great plot!"

The undead in Red Mushroom Village are very confident. According to the logic of the game, they should suppress before they can rise. The big thing is definitely coming.

...

The buildings in Red Mushroom Village have little to do with mushrooms. The tiles used to burn paper made of local clay will be very red. A piece of red-roofed house on the barren magic wasteland is like a red-capped mushroom growing in a rotten land, so this place is called Red Mushroom Village.

Red Mushroom Baron Gordon pushed the door and returned to his room. A familiar chill came from the depths of the room. He paused for a moment before continuing to step into the room and closing the door.

The narrow room is very different from the castle of the nobles in the legend. There is no gold decoration, nor portraits representing elegance, large carpets, elegant maids with fragrance, knights patrolling with swords, nor huge curtains hanging from the roof to the ground.

In fact, curtains cannot be hung in this room. When the house was built, the space reserved for the windows was too small, resulting in poor lighting in the room. If curtains were hung, the room would be pitch black and nothing could be seen.

The only thing in the whole room that could be considered as a noble's possession should be the bench.

Baron Gordon likes benches the most. He can lie on them in a daze, especially when he is drunk and falls asleep with his head tilted. It is very comfortable.

But now there are guests in the room without invitation.

"How are you going to deal with those knights of God?" The person who spoke was very large and his voice sounded dull, but he spoke slowly and methodically. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine the image of a knowledgeable female scholar in his mind.

Baron Gordon walked to the table, where sweet wine was placed.

He poured himself a glass of wine: "It is said that there were foreigners in the bee colony hut a year ago. They cannot be killed, do not abide by any rules, and are not bound by morality. They are a group of completely terrifying bastards, and nothing can restrict them."

He leaned against the table and looked at the corner.

There was a huge monster, and a little giant was sitting on the bench where the baron loved to lie. The chair looked very petite and pitiful under his butt.

The little giant sat on the bench, curled up with his arms around his knees, looking quite awkward.

Baron Gordon continued, "They call themselves immortals."

"There has never been an immortal in history," the little giant said, "so you plan to lock them up forever?"

"Or send the message to Raven City," the baron replied. When he said this, his eyes and expression were still working hard, which showed that he had not stopped thinking. Sending the undead to Raven City was obviously not what he wanted.

The old guy Seven Hedwin has become more and more normal recently, which means that the other party is likely to be becoming more and more abnormal.

It is not a good thing to send such a force to the other party.

And Baron Gordon is too late to hide from the other party now, so how can he take the initiative to approach him.