The lord is red again

Listening to the words full of "soul", Linde fell silent.

"..."

He rushed forward without any preparation, which was reckless and completely in line with the stereotype of players.

Because he would not die, he was not afraid of death, and that was how natural disasters should be.

"His body turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared without a trace."

"It was probably a magic monster!"

"It might be a disaster!"

The soldiers were very nervous and discussed it.

It was indeed a disaster, and it was also known as the fourth natural disaster, but Linde was in a good mood because he might get a tool man who would not die and had unlimited work enthusiasm, provided that he was not brushed as a monster.

"Find out the characteristics of players. I used to be a player myself. Although I didn't have a system, I knew their style of doing things very well."

What is the style of players? That is no taboos!

They can give up everything noblely, or sacrifice everything evilly.

In order to send a letter, they can travel thousands of miles and ignore any difficulties and obstacles to find it.

You can also just draw your sword and kill your teammates who just fought side by side with you just because you think it's fun.

They are chaos itself, because this place is just a game for them.

"Watch out, sentinels." Lind couldn't explain the characteristics of the players to the soldiers, so he could only order: "Pay attention to that person and other strangers who may appear, and notify me as soon as possible."

Players are like cockroaches. When one appears, a nest will come. He doesn't want Star Dragon Post to be treated as a wild monster stronghold.

"Yes!"

"Others, take turns to stand guard after eating." Lind tightened his coat: "Those who don't have a job for the time being, find out the rags in our warehouse, and those useless swords, shields, no matter whether they are useful or not, and clean them up first."

"Yes!"

There are five houses in Star Dragon Post, one for eating and resting, one is Lind's residence, one is the residence of the remaining 9 soldiers, one is a warehouse, and the other is an empty room where some discarded sundries are randomly placed.

Lind returned to his room.

He wanted to study the official website, but found that he didn't have an account. To register an account, he had to use a mobile phone and email verification code... People in a different world can't register, so they can only play as tourists.

That's not right. If there is a chance to get a mobile phone number and email in the future... It always feels very difficult, so don't count on it.

The rest of the functional sections are empty.

Only a few people in the discussion area doubt whether this game really exists and it is not worth studying.

He found the box he hid under the bed.

Unlocking the box, there was a letter on the top.

"Tione", that is, Linde's "ex-girlfriend", both of them are nobles and have been engaged, but Linde was transferred to the border post.

According to normal development, although he was excluded, he could return with military merits to inherit the baron title and marry Tione in three to five years at most. Although he can't enter the center of power in the future, it is not difficult to get a position in the Lander First Infantry Corps. Who made him follow the "good brother" Prince His Royal Highness did not become the king, but his sister became the queen.

This letter came from Goliath in the capital city of ‘Golden City’ two years ago.

In the letter, Tionne said that she was chosen to become a clergyman of the church, but since then, she has never sent a letter. In addition, the huge changes brought about by the breaking of the magic ring have completely cut off the contact between the two parties, and this “love affair” has naturally come to an end.

Linde took out a pen and paper and wrote and drew at his desk.

Although the appearance of the players was very unexpected, it also gave him a lot of ideas. It is certainly realistic to avoid the players who are destined to be the “protagonists”, but he may be able to borrow their strength.

“I don’t know if they can beat monsters and level up, and whether they need to do tasks. Looking at the expression of my favorite Baisi at that time, it doesn’t seem like they have received a task.” Linde suddenly felt that he was a little impatient. He should keep the players to observe carefully, and then make targeted designs.

Lind quickly started writing: "First, determine how many players there are, and then their abilities and characteristics, what they need, I should not be able to provide them with experience... But they definitely need weapons, food, medicine and other resources, as well as a place to rest. I must also strengthen my strength, otherwise they may kill me directly after they become stronger... But I am not a player, I can't kill monsters to upgrade."

After crossing over, he also killed jackals, but did not gain experience or upgrade, but just remembered the delicious smell of wolf meat, otherwise he would not be obsessed with it.

In a short while, he had written several sheets of paper.

After taking a closer look and confirming the current action plan, Lind lit the paper and waited quietly for the fire to turn all the words into ashes.

Leaving the words behind is likely to be taken by the players, which is not safe.

Knowing that this world is a game, and that he is also considered an NPC by the players, is the only advantage that Lind can think of.

"Sir!" The soldier knocked on the door, with fear in his voice: "Sir, the green-haired one is back again!"

Favorite Baisi stood in front of Lind.

He was still wearing only a pair of white shorts covering his lower body, shivering from the cold, but his face was flushed, and he was obviously very excited.

"Lord!"

Favorite Baisi said excitedly: "I have found the traces of the jackals, but there are too many of them and they are too dangerous. I have no weapons or equipment..."

He said as he looked at the one-handed sword on Linde's waist, his eyes flashing with eagerness. It was obvious that he didn't mind taking the weapon away suddenly, but considering the size difference and equipment difference between the two sides, he still restrained his inner thoughts.

Linde didn't mind using his eyes to warn the other party to be honest, but he doubted that there was no point in doing so. If the player was forced into a hurry, he could choose to delete the account and start over.

He calculated in his mind: "It will take half a day to revive again. Considering the problem of the resurrection point, the time consumed by the resurrection may be shorter."

This is already very scary. If the other party does not have any punishment, it is simply another disaster monster.

"I think we have something to talk about," Linde asked him: "Would you like a bowl of hot soup?"

"Can you still eat?" The favorite white silk rubbed her stomach and nodded quickly: "Eat, I eat!"

The narrow and dilapidated hut failed to limit the curiosity of the favorite white silk. After entering the house, he touched here and there, curious like a fool.

Old Pete kept holding back until he saw his favorite Baisi reaching out to grab the fire.

"Don't!" Old Pete tried to stop him, but he was a step too late.

"Ah!" Baisi held his hand, and a piece of charcoal fell to the ground. He rolled on the ground in pain: "Fuck, it's so hot, it's burning me to death!"

Linde: "..."

Old Pete: "..."