The lord is red again

Linde felt that he must be the most considerate among the NPCs.

Although he was a fake NPC, it did not affect him finding bosses for the undead. Not only that, he would also take the initiative to clean up when the undead could not beat the boss.

If there was really an official selection, he believed that he would definitely be listed as the most popular... boss.

The appearance of the cunning king was a bit beyond expectations, and what he saw was the difficult living environment of the old nobles.

Not only did they have to face the hunting of the undead and the new nobles, but they also had to face the abyss at any time, or other things to plot against their bloodline.

And the old nobles could only squat in their castles, waiting for enemies to come one by one until they killed themselves.

Another reason why Linde had to act was "abyss". He felt that he had a strong rejection reaction to this word and wanted to vomit when he heard it.

The first thing he considered on the way to the snake catcher's fortress was whether to kill all the undead who might be infected by the abyss first to prevent the possible spread of the plague.

Fortunately, the situation was not that bad.

When Linde arrived on his Calamity Horse, the undead were eating dried meat, drinking wine, playing cards, and then sitting on the hill outside the Snake Catcher's Fortress to watch Baron Ronan twisting and turning.

"Oh, the Lord is here!" The undead saw Linde on horseback.

"Watch the CG!" Someone else shouted loudly.

Watch the CG?

That's right, the undead are not strong enough to participate in this level of battle at this stage, but all this is only temporary, so just watch the show.

Linde carried the broken sword and rode towards the Snake Catcher's Fortress, which had collapsed but still prevented the big snake from rushing out.

In the ruins, the big snake with its head drooped squirmed its body.

The wind was raging.

A blood-red arm stretched out from the wound of the big snake, holding a long sword condensed completely by the storm.

After the impact, the ground had been completely deformed, and from time to time, rolling stones rushed into the sky in the storm, and then fell to the ground.

It was like a rain of rocks bombarding the earth.

Linde rode alone to the battle, but he did not give people a sense of tragedy. Not only was this true for his own beliefs, but even the undead had a strong sense of déjà vu: Linde was not going to die, he seemed to be going to bully the weak.

Unless the gap in strength between the two sides was too big, Linde was never afraid of a 1-on-1 battle, not to mention that the opponent was an old noble with blood power, which he also had.

With the name of aristocracy, aristocratic blood, and a bunch of treasures on his body, it is no exaggeration to say that Linde is the most difficult boss to kill among the villains that have appeared at this stage.

"Oh, ho ho ho" a cunning laugh came out.

"A, new one!" A low voice came from Baron Ronan's mouth, but everyone present could feel that the disgusting feeling came from the crack in his neck, the thing that had been hiding in his body.

Lind stopped in front of the ruins of the city wall. He turned his head and looked at the surrounding environment. The collapsed city wall did not become low, but was piled up high because of the twisting of the terrain.

At this time, the snake catcher's fortress has become a sunken mountain basin, and the snake monster coiled in it is the master of the snake nest.

Ashes floated in the air, and the cold wind kept hitting Lind's face.

The disaster warhorse stopped moving forward. The huge fear in front of it had made the disaster warhorse dare not move. It followed the instinct of the body.

Lind jumped off the horse.

The holy grail on his waist conveyed its meaning to Lind. It could help Lind deal with this monster, provided that Lind cooperated with it.

This request was once again ignored by Lind. He had never heard of asking for help to fight against an object weaker than himself.

Lind could not see the level, but he could feel the difference between the enemy and us, especially he had absolute control over power.

Just like now, although his great power is hidden in the second heartbeat, he can clearly feel that after entering the second heartbeat state, he can challenge the big snake with a sword without pressure.

Everyone is a BOSS, there is no such thing as identity attribute enhancement or crushing. In fact, Linde is more outrageously enhanced.

If the former Lord Leon still stands in front of Linde, Linde can beat the opponent first and make him unable to even transform into the abyss.

In a year, the undead were forced to update and could not make progress. Others were timid and followed the routine. Only Linde kept digesting and absorbing, allowing himself to fully master the BOSS power of the old nobles.

The sky has darkened, and the broken sword in Linde's hand suddenly burst into flames, completely lighting up the sky that had just darkened.

With the power of the first heartbeat alone, he is already a hero, a genuine level 31 or above.

The scavenger princess who crawled out of the sword became larger. It could no longer lean on Linde's shoulder, but could only nestle behind him, staring at the big snake.

Linde looked at the Scavenger Princess. Although this was only the power of the Broken Sword, it was also a power that followed him. Whenever the Scavenger Princess appeared wrapped in flames, he always felt at ease.

He raised his feet and walked forward, and the soil under his feet creaked.

The giant figure that was as majestic as a city wall looked down at him, and its huge eyes blinked like windows, quietly waiting for Linde to enter its attack area.

"Lin! De!" Baron Ronan looked at Linde, his voice full of weirdness. It was hard to tell whether he was angry that Linde had not kept his promise or begging Linde to give him a death.

"I'll take it as your plea." Linde said softly, "We don't have such a big grudge."

The one who had a grudge against him was the Ten Sons. All those crazy guys had died in the dragon fire.

And Baron Ronan, although he looked a little weird, he really had never harmed Linde's interests. His only request was that Linde should not come here.

His eyes looked at Ronan's neck and the arm that stretched out.

Linde raised the [Banshee Horn], his goal was clear.

Curse!

The first horn sounded, and it was the charge to launch the attack.

Useless? Linde frowned slightly. It seemed that both Baron Ronan and the cunning king had unexpectedly high resistance to curses.

But it didn't matter, he had plenty of opportunities!

Blow again, curse!

Continue to curse.

The 10th time, the curse finally worked. Linde could see the mold on Baron Ronan's huge head, and his strong body seemed to be unable to support and began to rot.

The 20th time, Baron Ronan's condition was getting worse and worse, and the blood-red arm became more violent.

I really thought you were not afraid of the curse!

Just like what Lind said to the queen before, he would never miss the opportunity to bully the weak. In the battle of life and death, he would fight against the weak!

Although Baron Ronan looked very big, he was actually weaker than Lind. After being weakened by the horn curse, his strength was rapidly weakened and became weaker and weaker!

"Fuck?" The undead in the distance looked at this scene and stood up one after another.

They couldn't see Lind's information because both sides were friendly units and there was no hostility.

But they could see the state of the snake!

After Lind blew the horn frantically, the snake actually lost blood quickly, and the speed of losing blood was getting faster and faster.

"Is the lord so awesome?"

"What kind of godly equipment is this!"

I and others fought a complete annihilation and couldn't wear down much blood. The lord came over and blew the horn to change the state. Before he started, he almost killed half of the BOSS's blood? This game can still be played!

It's unbalanced. How can we play without Lind?

No, this is our NPC boss, not the boss. It's okay. Keep strengthening.

Let's drink and watch the show!

Let's play music and dance!

I'll remember the boasts I made. There are still 180,000 words left this month. Fortunately, I type fast (I'm still talking nonsense)