The lord is red again

Linde met Melulan again.

The queen, wrapped in hatred, exudes a powerful aura. Her long black dress wraps her slim figure, and her arms are wrapped in black lace gloves.

The delicate face is pale, but the lips are bright red.

As he expected, the favorability level remained almost at full value.

It was not that Linde took the initiative to explore the other party, but that the other party took the initiative to entangle him with emotions. That feeling made him feel as if he was facing a spider girl spitting out pink poisonous mist.

Full of sensuality and death.

But it is impossible for Linde to have any wrong thoughts about her. It is very simple, this is a corpse!

The body of a dead Queen of the Black Marsh Kingdom was later replaced with new limbs and reborn through the strange magic of the wizard, but it could not change the fact that she was dead, and was later given the body of a vampire by Linde.

The only difference between her and Redewald is that the body is still dominated by the thought named "Melulan", but it is difficult to say whether she is the real Merulan, but it is not important.

"Your underground blood lamb pasture needs new herders," Melulan said. "I found a group of night demons. They are good at magic and can take on the task of herding. They are now homeless."

She needs to leave, and the pastures in the underground world will inevitably be deserted.

"Night Stalker?"

Lind remembered that there seemed to be an undead person carrying a painting on his back all day long. It was Boyd's work, and it was a painting of a blue-skinned elf girl.

"They have natural advantages in magic and speed." Melulan continued.

"Blood Lamb Ranch is no longer important now." Linde said, shaking his head.

With the rapid iteration of versions, there are more and more ways for the undead to obtain the Heart of Calamity. He can only attract the undead by using higher-level potions, and low-level potions are no longer competitive.

There have always been undead people learning to brew potions.

Now various game guilds have joined, and they are also keen to cook their own potions, which can reduce the cost.

It just so happens that magic potion formulas are not very precious. High-level potion formulas cannot be circulated because the undead people cannot access them. However, low-level potion formulas are different. Many people will selflessly donate them directly on the forum.

The circulation speed of knowledge is too fast, so Linde must master more competitive capabilities and use the information gap to make immortal profits. The era has passed.

And there is another situation, whether there are undead people who will rub their own equipment when they are idle.

Not only do I have to make money with the "officials", but I also have to compete with the immortals. The pressure of competition is really great.

Everything is pushing Linde to seek more and better resources.

As for what will happen to ordinary NPCs after giving up the Blood Lamb Ranch, it actually doesn't matter at all.

They were limited by their talents and could only be great knights for the rest of their lives. Lind had no need to continue to improve them and wasted a lot of pharmacists on this.

As NPCs in the "Novice Village" period, they have completed their tasks.

Maybe in the future, "examinations" and "competitions" will be available to everyone, and talented people will be cultivated. Otherwise, everyone will be a great knight and wizard, and new troubles will evolve, that is, people with no talent, but because of extraordinary Even though they are not willing to work, they are unwilling to work.

When you join the army and fight, you only have the rank, and you may not even be able to beat the battle-hardened soldiers.

Moreover, in order to keep up with the game version, Linde had to eliminate many things around him, including those important NPC commanders.

You can't expect a group of level 11 knights to face a level 100 BOSS.

The Blood Lamb Ranch has already played its role, and new “pastures” will appear in the future, which will play their role for a period of time before being eliminated.

Therefore, Linde's attitude towards this group of blue-skinned girls is the same as towards the green-skinned girls. They are just a new race that believes in a certain "god". There is no fundamental difference.

"You should go to Scarlet City."

Linde even hoped that Melulan would lead the vampires in Scarlet City back to the Black Marsh Kingdom: "Establish a new force. When I finish here, I will help you."

He has already begun to reap the dividends of the abyss. It would be a waste to leave them to the undead. It is better to kill them with justice.

Leave the burden of saving humanity to me!

"In the future, if there is news, the vampires can send a message to the Red Sister in Raven City."

"I see."

Melulan turned into a burst of black mist and left.

"I am an old aristocratic BOSS. It should be reasonable to cultivate a vampire BOSS by myself." Linde looked at the direction in which Melulan left.

It doesn't matter at all about those blue-skinned night demons.

The new race that believes in "gods" cannot urinate in a pot. Compared with the capriciousness of the undead, these guys whose brains are eaten by gods cannot be called normal at all.

It's better to go back to the front line of the abyss, where there are still a group of undead waiting for you to harvest.

…

The battle to invade the abyss has begun.

The undead's push speed is more exaggerated than expected.

Maybe even Abyss himself didn't expect that he was the only one who would open a big rift in the material plane and cause the world to collapse. He didn't expect that someone would block his lair and start killing.

Both sides are typically unable to kill everyone. One side is refreshing like crazy, and the other side is constantly resurrecting.

Then Abyss saw something even more outrageous. They had always been burning, killing and looting, but how could they become resources and be harvested by others?

Limited by their strength, the undead cannot penetrate too far.

After entering through the long and narrow crack, you can barely occupy a stronghold.

All the undead felt the problem. Is the Great Rift a late-game map?

Not only the undead thought so, but even Lind thought so.

All the epic-level Executioners were infected and corrupted, indicating that the enemy was at least epic. Boyd couldn't say what the strength of the Rock King was. He was cursed just by a glance.

It is indisputable that he is very strong, stronger than Lind.

In connection with the previous "official" untrustworthy early update, it also confirmed Lind's idea again. The "official" has very weak control over this world, and something unexpected happened, so they were anxious to start the public beta.

And the "unforeseen situation" must be related to the abyss invasion of the Great Rift. It can't be stopped, so the undead are needed to fill the pit.

This is a bit like the strategy game that Lind played before. Originally, the peasants were asked to cut trees and the soldiers were asked to fight, but for some reason, the soldiers couldn't resist, and then the enemy killed them in front of the nest.

In order to protect the nest, the peasants had to give up cutting trees to resist. Although he knew that the peasants could not resist the powerful enemy, he had no other choice. Either he had to use the peasants' sacrifice to drag the enemy, or he would be killed by the enemy and the game was over.

After jumping out of this world and historical background, treating the whole world as a game and the "official" as his opponent, Lind found that he could see the essence of the problem more easily.

But his opponent might not care about a small ant like him.

Several kingdoms have fallen in the attack of the abyss. If this was a game, Lind would be very inconspicuous in it.

…

After Lind returned to the fortress, he didn't say anything nonsense and directly put a sign outside.

The undead passing by glanced subconsciously, and then immediately couldn't walk.

"Equipment qualitative change?"

Lind made equipment qualitative changes to make the weapons have more special effects.

"Lind is actually a part-time enchantment forger!"

The undead who had brushed the scavenger abyss set before were just curious. They had equipment and there was no need to make equipment qualitative changes.

How can a qualified game not have forging enchantments?

Ganges River!

"Brother De, what's the price?" Someone asked.

Linde pointed to the sign that had just been erected on the side.

More and more people came, and the ones behind pushed the ones in front.

"Help me read it!" someone shouted.

So the people in front read it loudly so that the people behind could hear it.

Others took screenshots and photos and uploaded them to the forum so that the undead people in the Kingdom of Rand could see them directly, without having to queue up.

"The first qualitative change forging can give the equipment special effects. Now you can choose [Dragonization] and [Iris]. The success rate is not 100%, depending on the material."

"First time? Is there any enhancement?" Someone immediately responded.

Linde also looked up at the other party.

You have also learned to answer quickly. You look very qualified. You should be the lord.

But Linde cannot provide the enhancement function immediately. Whose equipment enhancement can be done by paying money? It requires various materials, and there are also enhancement coupons.

And the plot must be advanced to a certain extent. In short, it is not good to get it easily.

For the resources in his hands, Linde implemented the idea of ​​using them to the end.

"I want to change once, dragonization."

An undead man decisively took out his weapon and took off all his equipment.

He had a dragonized greatsword from the battle of [Golden Throne], which came with a negative emotion buff, which could make the attacked enemy fall into a state of fear.

If you change into a whole set, can you directly cosplay a dragonized soldier?

Linde hooked his fingers and deducted it directly from the opponent's military merit.

The so-called qualitative change is actually to contaminate the equipment with a curse.

"Wait until tomorrow to get it." Linde waved his hand.

"Can't you do it now?"

"It takes time, wait."

It's a seller's market now. I'm an NPC. When have I seen players ask NPCs to speed up their work? We are all code programs. Do you understand?

Linde suddenly thought of a question, can he launch a coupon for equipment qualitative change acceleration?

But he just thought about it, because he had no contact with the official and could not enjoy any discounts, so many krypton gold methods were unnecessary for him.

Those things that destroy the balance of the game don't matter to the game officials, because the original intention of making games is to make money, and the turnover of rich brothers' krypton gold is the main profit. As for the balance of the game, is it important?

But Lind doesn't want money, he is not a code program, he wants the resources in the game, these things are pure liver.

Although we can't see how Lind operates, some undead people gradually choose to hand over their equipment to Lind, and even fear that he will not accept it.

After all, he is an official NPC, the village chief of the novice village during the internal test period, it is definitely impossible to cheat us.

Lind harvested a lot as he wished.

Without the points of military merit, the undead who can't rely on their old capital will move to fight.

...

At the same time.

As the spearhead, Wen Wen and William have begun to explore in the big cracks, and tried to go deep into the area that the undead can't reach.

The big cracks, the collapsed cliffs are covered with many mounds and platforms that are not convenient to land.

Below is a bottomless abyss, and there is no echo after throwing a stone.

At least only great knights can come here, ordinary people can't even move on the platform.

Going down for about half a day, you will fall to a place paved with floor tiles.

This place is like a huge castle, and they seem to appear directly at the tower of an abandoned castle.

When entering, you will see a brazier with flickering red flames barely illuminating the surroundings.

The lion flag and the dragon flag hang high on both sides, representing that this place currently belongs to Lind's expeditionary force.

The undead sat together in twos and threes, chatting, healing, and eating. They looked no different from the soldiers fighting on the front line.

But if you look closely, you will find that they are happy to talk about their handsome swordsmanship just now and mention their 1V5 feat.

The firelight illuminated the edges of William and Wen's armor. The golden outline made them attract the attention of the undead. The undead subconsciously lowered their voices and looked at the two.

However, the two will not stop there. They quickly go down the spiral staircase of the castle. The whole building is intact, but there are large patches of blood on the ground and walls.

There are constant battles here, and the pause is only temporary.

If there were no undead who were caught up in the joy of killing, even without the erosion of the abyss, ordinary soldiers would have mental breakdowns. After they could not stop it, the resurrected things in the abyss would climb up, and then the fortress would be their target of attack.

When the two came to the castle hall, they finally saw the only thing that belonged to the castle.

The broken castle gate.

There were more than a dozen knives of advice stuck in the door, and the messages were very uniform.

"There is a great view ahead, please witness it"

William and Wen walked out of the castle gate side by side and looked forward.

A scene that had nothing to do with the "big crack" and the "abyss" appeared.

The sky was occupied by the dim light of the sunset, and a layer of light yellow coat was covered wherever the sight was.

The front was not a wasteland, but an endless group of high towers.

There were messy rock pillars growing in it.

There were also stone statues that looked like hideous and roaring abyss disasters.

Its body is at least 15 meters tall, squatting on top of huge stone pillars, guarding the densely scattered high tower buildings, which looks very inconsistent.

The two are now in one of the towers, and the so-called "castle" is just a huge tower.

At the end of their sight, there is a towering mountain, which is higher than other buildings, as if telling them that there is the end of the Great Rift Abyss.

William looked down.

There are tombs and caves next to those huge rock pillars.

"There are dangers everywhere here." William felt his lips dry.

Unlike what he imagined, the abyss is desolate but gorgeous, like a dim world made entirely of rock and soil.

Various stone sculptures similar to religions give this place an indescribable atmosphere.

There are no abscesses, no black pus, and nothing exists here.

The quiet and peaceful world in front of them has nothing to do with the abyss.

But the bloody smell in the wind will not lie, those things are still here, they just haven't acted yet, and haven't been exposed yet.

An undead man came over.

He first greeted the two, then took out a bow, and in the puzzled eyes of the two, the arrow cut through the sky and landed on the nearest huge stone statue.

The next moment, the stone statue, which had no breath of life in the eyes of the two, turned its head quickly and burst out with the breath of epic disaster.

It rushed over here.

This scene shocked Wen and William, because if those stone statues were alive, it meant that there might be thousands or even more epic disasters underground as enemies.

Even Wen, who was once an "angel", felt the terrible pressure that touched his soul.

Quiet and gorgeous is just an appearance, this is the abyss, the terrifying abyss!

"Oh my god, hurry up." The undead man shouted at the two, and then rushed back to the gate of the tower.

The two also ran back subconsciously.

The huge stone statue with a height of more than 15 meters climbed to the gate of the tower. Its huge body could not go any further, and at most only one arm could be stretched in.

William and Wen Jingjing followed the undead and hid at the stairs.

Then they saw the undead shooting arrows non-stop.

The "big body, weak gate" undead was very calm.

The two looked at the huge stone sculpture, perhaps it should be called a "gargoyle", whose arms were already scarred.

This was not the first time the undead had taken action.

There were footsteps behind them. The undead heading to the abyss were ready. Some threw out various potions, and there were wizards chanting magic to temporarily enchant their teammates.

The knight was praying, and the flames were entangled.

Finally, the gargoyle that failed to attack retreated and let out a roar that could pierce a person's eardrum.

There were rustling footsteps.

"Here it comes!" an undead shouted.

"What's coming?" William asked subconsciously.

"It's strange. Every time the gargoyle can't hit us, it will call its subordinates anxiously. Those subordinates are all above level 11. Oh, that's the big knight."

A mass of disasters has come. They look cleaner than the infected humans.

They are thin and look like small animals.

"Where did they come from?" William felt strange, because the undead had only been deep in the Great Rift for less than a day, but they had already mastered a lot of key information, and they were very happy to "brush".

"The underground mausoleum, the surface of the Great Rift is full of high-level elite monsters, those gargoyles, and wandering servants. The underground mausoleum is a nest, but I don't know more because we can't get close."

William took the initiative to take a step forward.

"I'll help too!"

The undead were overjoyed when they heard this. They came to the NPC to help fight monsters?

Sure enough, the boss was right. The strongest wheelchair in the game is not a special weapon or skill, but a win with the NPC daddy!

The flames swept across, and the battle had already begun.

Unlike the undead who were happy, William and Wen felt extremely heavy in their hearts. They didn't know what Lord Lind would do after knowing the situation here. Maybe he was also worried.