The lord is red again

Starting from the now completely abandoned arena, heading in the direction of the lake shouldn't take too long.

The army headed for the fishing village. It was a terrible feeling to be traveling in heavy armor at the end of hot summer.

After approaching the lake, they were relieved by the wind blowing in their faces. Just looking at their reflection in the water made them feel cooler.

The accompanying wizards are using magic to help eliminate traces. They must be as silent as possible, although this is almost impossible.

The undead man was still dragging his chocolate wife. While he was on the road, he received many contacts from people, especially the undead people who chose to travel to the Black Island alone. They kept complaining.

"Brother Ruifan, you've been caught again! Obviously the army hasn't arrived here, and the plot hasn't started yet."

"It can't be broken at all. I wonder if this is an air wall specially created by the game production team. If so, the setting is too confusing."

"Other games don't allow us to pass and use air walls with a strong sense of fragmentation. This game pursues reality and simply makes it impossible for us to win or kill."

If the air wall is undead, the person might really stop and wait for the "plot development", but if the fire suppresses the attack, it will be different, especially when you find that you can still fight back.

I'm going to get in before the plot starts, that's how fun it will be.

As a result, Black Island was forced into a stalemate defensive battle. What was worse was that they had a splitting headache, but they didn't even see the shadow of the Rand Army.

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The legion continued to move forward, along the lake path, and finally saw the village. Although every house had fishing nets hanging out, there were no fishing boats.

Until a soldier told the Red Knight that the villagers here might be different from humans.

"We are the Rand Legion!" the Red Knight roared loudly, his voice like a comb combing the ground.

Door after door was pushed open, and something came out.

This is a group of fishmen. Their bodies are covered with scales, stains and moss. Their clothes look sticky and wet. The worst thing is the fishy smell that can be smelled even before they get close.

The little murloc hid behind the big murloc and looked at the Rand Legion wearing golden armor with fearful eyes.

When the Red Knight looked at the fish-man covered with fish scales and said "monster", he almost couldn't hold back and smashed the opponent with a punch.

Is there anything more monster-like than these?

He instinctively felt that something was wrong. Normal people would be alienated by drinking the magic potion, but it would never be like now, when an entire village became a new race.

"You'd better recruit from the real situation!" The Red Knight is definitely not a suitable leader. His character of being a slave owner has been maintained to this day.

But this cannot be said to be a bad thing. In terms of execution and management, the experience of the Red Knight is unparalleled.

The oldest fishman said: "Our village used to dig mud from the river to make bricks, but we..."

The red knight slapped his shield with his palm, and the thumping sound interrupted the fishman's story.

"Making bricks, do you know who I am? Even three years ago, I had never heard of a village making mud bricks here." The red knight showed his impatience.

He used this technique when intimidating his slaves, and it worked very well.

The Rand soldiers followed him and raised their arms and drew their weapons. With just one command, someone would die here.

"We," the old fish man immediately changed his mind, "we started by making bricks, but it was difficult to make money and even fill our stomachs. But by chance we caught a fish in the lake, and there was gold in the fish's belly. "

"There is a treasure under the lake." The red knight nodded. This was in line with his guess. Otherwise, there would be no need for a village to live in this area guarding the lake.

He doesn't think his presence will reduce crime around him.

"Yes, we thought it was a gift from the Lake Fairy, and then we hid the news and arranged for people to dive to the bottom of the lake to retrieve the treasure... But they claimed they heard a strange sound, and that voice claimed to be the Lake Fairy. Everyone Love the Lady of the Lake. One day a group of people are invited by the Lady of the Lake. We don’t feel happy about it. Sir, we are scared.”

"Because you only love treasures." The red knight twisted his body. His huge figure of four to five meters tall would attract the attention of others no matter what small movements he made.

The old fish man continued: "They disappeared, completely disappeared at the bottom of the lake. Maybe they really went to the fairyland where the lake fairies live. We wish them well, but life has to go on, and we can only arrange for others to dive, But not long after, they heard the call of the fairy in the lake."

The old fish man stopped: "We don't dare let anyone go to the bottom of the lake anymore, but the fairy in the lake has no intention of letting us go."

"You don't love the Lady of the Lake." The Red Knight emphasized again, as if giving a final verdict.

He heard several layers of beautifying language that tended to be used by the fishmen themselves, but the real situation was obviously completely different from what they said.

Do you really want to go to the bottom of the lake to salvage treasures, or do you sacrifice a group of "divers" to the lake fairy at the bottom of the lake in exchange for treasures?

After the apocalypse, when gold and treasures become waste, the Lake Fairy may still exchange treasures for sacrifices.

The group of people in front of them didn't want to continue the deal, but they had no one to rely on before and wanted to tear up the deal.

This is the most likely development.

Otherwise these people wouldn't be able to grow scales.

"Do you have a way to cross the lake to the Black Island?" the red knight asked.

"Yes, we can carry them."

The Red Knight laughed out loud. He didn't think that the few little loaches in front of him could carry him across the river.

"My lord, the fairy in the lake will come again soon, very soon! Each of us has heard her voice. We will swear allegiance. We can give everything as a reward, treasure, everything, please!"

The fishmen knelt down.

The Red Knight nodded in agreement. He must put the Duke's order first, but he also felt that this group of fishmen was untrustworthy.

Night fell.

The soldiers had already prepared for the siege. Even if they were only facing some enemies that might not be very strong, he still chose to build temporary fortifications with stones.

Every great knight is a precious warrior. The Red Knight has the same idea as Lind on this point.

Everyone is used to living a hard life. The difference is that the Red Knight has been muddle-headed, so he doesn't know that the great knights are everywhere.

Lind was just picking on people. NPCs were a very slow-growing resource for him, but immortals grew much faster than leeks.

A huge black shadow climbed up from the shore.

Flames emerged from the tall figure four or five meters high. The fire lizard looked down at the thing that climbed up the shore. It spit out flames and gnawed off pieces of riverside rocks with its hot claws.

It was a monster. When it opened its mouth, it didn't spit out its tongue, but a beautiful woman with her upper body naked.

The moment it saw the Red Knight, the monster tried to attract attention with the woman, but what awaited it was the fire lizard's pounce and bite.

The tongue was torn apart directly.

The Red Knight used a spear to jump the "woman". The woman, who exuded a strange soul-stirring fragrance, had no internal organs or anything else, just a piece of solid meat that grew a human shape.

"It seems that I can cross the river too." The Red Knight looked at the trembling black shadow.