The lord is red again

Morpheus Gate, the highland village of the Night Demons.

The Night Demon girls live in a narrow cave that can only allow thin people to pass sideways. Their blue skin seems to be born to live in the moonlight.

When the expeditionary forces of the Land Kingdom are outside, they hide here. In fact, the distance between them is very far, so far that no one can come here without specific guidance.

They are used to hiding their lives.

Every Night Demon has the blessing of spells from the Daughter of the Night flowing in their blood. Although they are relatively weak, they are born spellcasters.

Xiaoli gestured with her hands, hooked her two index fingers together, and shook them up and down. She imagined that a ring appeared from her right wrist, and then slowly moved to her left wrist as she shook her wrist.

When she opened her eyes, there was indeed the same ring.

Xiaoli suddenly swung her left hand, and the ring made of magic flew out and hit the rock wall in front of her.

A pit. The Night Demons defeated the Mad Wolf in this way before.

"That's it, Xiaoli."

The tribesmen were surprised by her learning speed.

They didn't have many people.

"We can't stay here any longer. The queen said she was going to go further and return to her country." The speaker was an elder among the Night Demons, or should we call him an elder.

The Night Demons once met Melulan unexpectedly and felt the breath similar to that of the Daughter of the Night from her. They thought they might have found someone to rely on, but she didn't think so.

Life in the cave was not as smooth as imagined. Food, space, freedom, etc. They had to leave.

Maybe dealing with those expeditionary forces was a good choice. Although they didn't have much experience in fighting the abyss, their resistance to the abyss was far greater than that of humans.

But dealing with the human army was not safe and might attract their hostility.

Finding a new, quiet and uninhabited place to continue living was more in line with their current situation. They had to be in a place where they could grow food and be self-sufficient.

As mutants of the new era, the Night Demons can easily digest the food grown in the land. As long as they find a disaster shadow area, they can survive, but it is difficult to live well. Those disaster shadows will not allow a large number of plants to be planted.

So the Night Demon girls dispersed and left to find a place to survive, leaving only the elders and injured Night Demons waiting here.

Maybe one month, maybe three or five months, those who have gone far away must come back, and it is best to bring back good news.

The separated Night Demon girls are like birds flying south in the cold winter, covered with frost and dew, running towards the unknown distance. The world is so big, there should be a corner where they can survive.

…

A large number of undead are being promoted, which is a very spectacular sight.

Even though Lind has launched a large number of "activities", it is well known that "activities" are equivalent to making people burst their livers and burst gold coins, and then give a little bit of useless but profitable gadgets.

But the consumption of his resources by the undead is still in a very, very terrible state, and this is still the premise that the upper disaster hearts are provided by the undead themselves.

The undead provided a large number of jobs for the residents of the Kingdom of Rand. For this reason, Rania has sent letters several times. Almost no one grows crops. Although life is not difficult, the development of the entire country will definitely be distorted in the long run.

Everyone wants to be a great knight, a wizard master, and a master.

In order to meet the needs of the undead, Linde had to provide a large number of props and equipment, which also depended on the population, and the reward for hard work must be higher. Everyone has the right to choose a better life. Even if he is a lord, he can't force a job, unless it is a slave under his own hands.

There are almost no slaves in the Kingdom of Rand, and even the number of people imprisoned in the dungeon is decreasing rapidly. Only when the undead cause trouble will they be imprisoned.

NPCs are usually killed directly when they commit crimes, or they are punished and paid for ransom. The value of their lives is not worth wasting too much manpower and material resources.

The upper level needs to consider the problem of food reserves for next year or even later, but ordinary farmers don't need to consider so much, and they don't need to consider more.

It would be fine if the current situation could continue, but the reality is that after all the undead have been promoted and the current version of the abyss rift has been opened, the demand will suddenly drop to a terrible level.

When the undead leave the Kingdom of Rand and go to the new map, the manufacturing industry of the whole country will overflow, and then no one will farm, and people who are used to a good life and high income are unwilling to farm.

Although Lind will definitely go to the new world with the undead by then, or even earlier than them, this is his hometown after all, and the novice village will not disappear. The Kingdom of Rand is equivalent to a continuous source of tools to grow chives, and it is definitely impossible to give up.

It is necessary to make it convenient for the old chive farmer representative selected by him, Queen Rania, to manage.

Lind has been thinking about this problem recently and has come up with several methods. The most unreliable but fastest way is to throw the task.

[Daily Tasks], ordinary undead may not care, but studios and hardcore players will definitely not give up this task. The only problem is the reward. Although the Heart of Disaster is now everywhere, it is impossible to use it as a reward. The value overflow is too much.

When a Heart of Disaster transforms into a complete Disaster, it is still easy to sweep a small village.

Put it in the abyss and it is a small jerk, and put it in the novice village and it is a boss that makes people run away.

In addition, there is the weekly [Active Tasks], which is a routine that many games have. The game content is not interesting, but each time you complete a task, you can accumulate progress bars. After accumulating enough activity, you can receive special rewards.

These methods are only temporary solutions, and the part that depends on survival must be self-sufficient.

So there is another way to speed up the efficiency of farming and solve the problem from the root. Let farmers farm with high salaries. One farmer can feed hundreds of people, and the problem will naturally be solved.

This is a magical world, everything is possible.

And all Lind needs to do is to give the undead a task.

Undead are really useful.

When Lind released the mission, no one cared at first.

[Food problem: Low food production has caused the residents of the Land Kingdom to live a difficult life. I heard that there is a way to increase food production]

It seems to be a meaningless mission, even if it appears in every main city.

But when they saw the reward for completing the mission, the undead thought they had seen it wrong and raised their hands to rub their eyes frantically.

[Reward: Dragon Transformation Set/Iris Set, 1,000 Expeditionary Force Merits, 500 Battle Points]

This is no longer a big reward.

So far, the most crazy undead who has done the mission has only more than 300 battle points, and 1-500 battle points are just the lowest-level trainee soldiers. In theory, they are lower than the guards with wooden sticks in the novice village.

When you reach 501 battle points, you will be promoted to a formal soldier, which is almost the same as an ordinary patrol soldier, and it is said that you can also receive a higher salary.

When you reach 1001 battle experience points, you will automatically become an elite soldier, or in layman's terms, a soldier of the Rand Kingdom. You will wear a beautiful set of golden armor and show off your power when you go out. Ordinary people will bow their heads and greet you when they see you. It is said that the Rand Corps' store will be open permanently.

Not to mention the subsequent classes, you will gradually leave the soldier class and become a middle class, with balls, dinners, and elegant symphonies, until you become a baron at the last 500,000 points, a true noble!

In one mission, you can directly skip a stage and reach another level. No undead will not be moved by it.

What they have to do is also very simple. They will directly spend money on the forum to offer a bounty. No matter who it is in other countries or continents, if there are similar potions that increase production, props that increase production, etc., all formulas will be collected at high prices!

Lind looked at the bounty post that occupied a corner of the forum in a short period of time, and suddenly found that he, a fake NPC, was still very useful.

"Next time, you can use it to offer a bounty for an epic potion formula."

It seems that the potion formula is not far away, but it seems inappropriate for me to issue a bounty. Rania is very suitable for issuing similar bounties. She is the queen and she is beautiful.

The only problem is that Rania has to start thinking about the scene when there are tens of thousands of barons in the Rand Kingdom in the future.

……

In the snake catcher's fortress, the cold wind urged the people in the sunset to finish their work quickly.

There is no shortage of work here, and there is no shortage of work everywhere. The 123rd year of the Rand Kingdom is coming, which is the fourth year of the broken magic ring.

Om, with messy hair, pushed open the door and walked into the tavern with a curse. He brought the cold wind. When he fanned his coat, the chill penetrated into his neck like an ice cube.

"Let me warm myself by the fire!" Om pushed the thin man next to him away and sat in front of the fireplace.

He was recently considering finding a job in the snake catcher's fortress to maintain and repair armor, the kind with certificates and badges. Although taxes need to be paid, the undead people recognize this stuff and would rather spend more money for it. They trust the Duke more than anyone else, but Om doesn't think these people are smart, because the craftsmanship of the guy who got the badge before is obviously not as good as his.

Just because of a so-called certificate and a badge... Well, he must get one.

Since the undead caravans appeared some time ago, the number has increased. They travel very fast and always carry a lot of foreign products. The caravan business is also very good.

They are all doing big business, and Om thinks he should seize this key opportunity.

It is considered a great fortune for an ordinary person's family to have a great knight. If there is a wizard, it is the blessing of the gods, no matter which god is blessing.

But the undead are completely different. They can quickly improve their strength in a few days or even less time. Ordinary people have to go through long-term training and preparation to drink potions, but the undead can easily achieve their goals, and the success rate is very high.

"Of course, of course I met the Duke, but we usually call him the general at the front. You know, there are troops there."

Om heard the conversation at the next table.

He turned slightly to listen to the conversation between the two people at the next table.

"I heard that the front has recaptured the fortress. How is the battle going? Those things, I mean..." The blind man picked up the wine glass and asked in a yearning tone, "You must have seen a lot at the front."

The man paused, then raised his head and smiled: "More than you think, my brother! I am the soldier that the general relies on most. Several dangerous situations have allowed me to accomplish several major things, but I can't It was too detailed. In short, he thought I was the most trustworthy soldier and we talked about everything!”

A smile appeared on the face of the man who was blind in one eye: "Haha, I knew it. I can't wait to hear more news about the front line, and the glorious stories about you."

"Are you from the front line?" Om, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, came over and said, "I have communicated with the undead caravan from the front line. I heard that war is not easy."

The man who claimed to be from the front line opened his mouth, as if he had difficulty answering the question.

But the man who was blind in one eye said: "Then you should ask my friend. He is serving as a sentry on the front line, helping the Duke and General explore the road, and avoiding a lot of trouble."

Orm was also very excited. He had a very good relationship with the soldiers in Crescent Town before, but due to his talent limitations, he was unable to go to the front line to fight. It was definitely a good thing to meet veterans who had returned from the front line.

The two of them danced and chatted, and the beer played a big role.

The man talked about his glorious service with a smile, until Orm said: "Speaking of which, I've always heard that there was a man named Fuller among the frontline sentries."

The man who was blind in one eye subconsciously looked at his "veteran" friend with a smile on his face: "He must have become very famous."

The "veteran's" expression changed slightly. He wanted to leave, but many people gathered around him, the most common being those from outside the country who came from the north.

"Hahaha, yes, he is the only deserter in the expeditionary force!" Om drunkenly grabbed the "veteran" beside him, preventing him from getting up and leaving. "I heard that the general was furious about this because he almost destroyed the expeditionary force. The most important part is, fortunately, those undead people, you know, the undead people resisted everything. I dare say that if it weren't for that bastard named Fuller, we might have won the expedition now!"

"Hahaha" was surrounded by laughter and voices cursing Fuller.

Someone even stood up to add details at the time, as if he were at the scene. Only the "veteran" and his friend who was blind in one eye had a huge change in their expressions.

The two left the tavern, and the friend stared at Fuller with one eye: "I will report you, so run away before dawn tomorrow."

The friend turned away, believing that Fuller should die on the battlefield because that was their agreement all along.

First become famous, then die.

But when Fuller was entrusted with an important task, he actually chose another way to survive and became the laughing stock of countless people.

The moon rose slowly, and the broken moonlight enveloped the temporarily divided residential areas of the Snake Catcher Fortress.

The soil and sand are piled high here. During the day, someone will mix them and then use them to make special concrete mud bricks. Houses and city walls built with this kind of mud bricks will be very strong. Like a mountain, it can withstand a lot of evil forces.

"Damn Lind!" Fuller stood in the moonlight, his fingernails already digging into his palms.

He became a big joke, and he became the only deserter in the expeditionary force, from the front line to Star Dragon City, Snake Catcher Fortress, Troll Castle, Raven City, Goliath, Black Island, etc.

Including those villages, Cuigang, Black Hoof Village, Crescent Town...

He knew that he should run away quickly, because he knew his friend's character very well. Compared with just shouting about glory, the other party was truly willing to die for it, and would also kill himself.

But he couldn't be sure when the other party would report him. What if it wasn't before dawn, but now?

There must be enough time left for escape.

Rather than curse Lind, Fuller believed that he should seek a longer escape time, and he also needed a payment.

Under the moonlight, the shadows cast by the trees were twisted like a tangled web. The voice of darkness called Fuller's heart more than once. He was a "thief" and an experienced sentinel. It's just that I'm a little less courageous.

He slowly followed his friend, and sure enough he found that the other person had not returned to his residence, but was walking towards the direction of the soldiers' barracks.

The night wind blew up, raising the dust on the ground, like waves, covering all the shadows close to the ground.

The man who was blind in one eye seemed to be telepathic. He quickened his pace and tried to speak to attract the attention of the patrolling soldiers in the distance.

The two of them are very familiar with each other. Just as Fuller would guess that his friend was using a delaying tactic to stop him and then report him, the other party also knew that this crisis came from Fuller.

Right behind you, right next to you!

Having only one eye, and being in the dark, limited his reactions.

Fuller was a great knight, but his friend was not, and he could not catch a man trying to assassinate him.

My friend opened his mouth to speak, but the howling wind and dust in the fortress blocked his mouth.

In the residential area that has not been completely built, dust and cold wind are flying in the large open space, which can swallow up all sounds.

My friend was thinking about how to respond, but now no matter how much movement he made, it was difficult to attract the soldiers who had only a faint flame in the distance.

The distance is too far.

Then a foot stepped on his back, and he flew out. The sound of bones snapping brought a heavy feeling of powerlessness.

Then, he couldn't even turn around to question the other party. His hair on the back of his head was grabbed by a hand, and his head was lifted up, exposing his neck.

The sharp knife cut his throat.

You're welcome!

The feeling of powerlessness spread all over his body, and then he died.

"You shouldn't have lied to me," Fuller said to himself as he looked at his friend's body.

He threw the body into the sand pile beside him.

"No one will know that I might be here until dawn."

His friend fulfilled his promise, but the price was a cut throat.

Fuller turned and left. In order to meet the work and rest of the undead, that is, 24 hours a day, no matter which main city would not be closed at night, the gate was always open, and he could easily leave the snake catcher's fortress, and he took the money from his friend, but it was a pity that the money was not enough to buy a horse.

He could only buy some dry food.

Then, he needed to flee.

But where to flee to? The whole country was the Duke's territory. Perhaps the territory of the Grand Duke of Griffin in the south was more suitable. I heard that they were not on good terms.

"But no matter where, no one should accept a deserter."

Fuller hated Lind.

He began to walk aimlessly, avoiding the passing caravans, because Fuller knew that the caravans were all undead, and those guys would rush up to him for the bounty after seeing him.

Occasionally, he would buy some things in the surrounding villages, but the money on him was slowly decreasing, but his hatred for Lind and the expeditionary force was growing day by day.

Until one day he saw a familiar figure in a village.

Night Demon!

Not the one he knew, but they must have come from the same place.

The Night Demon with magical talent seemed to live well in the village, with a robe and a magic wand, similar to the dress of those undead.

Then Fuller remembered a story he had heard from the Night Demon girl Xiaoli before.

So he stole a horse, left in a hurry, and headed towards the Gate of Morpheus again.

…

The weak sunlight swayed in the dew on the sawgrass.

The light clattering sound of horse hooves came from far away, and the fast horse passed through the sawgrass, shaking off the dew and exploding the sunlight.

Several figures lying on the horse's back were hurrying on their way.

The wind lifted a corner of the robe, revealing the blue skin.

Since leaving the Gate of Morpheus, the Night Demon Girls have been trying to find a way to start a new life. The great crack in the abyss made the Dusk Pool a forbidden place where they could no longer stay, so they had to disperse and find a new place to live.

But they didn't expect that things were easier than they thought. The Kingdom of Rand did not exclude them. Even if they had blue skin, they could work with their own hands here to get food.

The outside world is brand new, but it is not time for them to stay here and enjoy it. They should go back as soon as possible to tell their people the news.

"Who?!"

There is someone on the side of the road, a human.

Before this, they would have carefully avoided it, but now because they have a good impression of humans and may even live together, their first reaction after seeing humans is to get closer.

"Are you night demons?" He spoke first, "I am Xiaoli's friend, if you have heard of it."

"You are that human!" The night demon girls obviously know the story of their own people.

Before, Xiaoli had left the cave without permission for the "key", and after being found by the elders, Xiaoli told her experience.

I don't know if the night demon girls are kind enough, or they really haven't heard of the story of "Deserter Fuller", Fuller breathed a sigh of relief.

"You didn't leave the Gate of Morpheus and go..."

"I work for an adult, a noble," Fuller had inquired about a lot of information before the action, such as the night demon girls who were not very experienced in the world were praying for a place to stay, "but I still lack some helpers, such as wizards, so I thought of you, if you also happen to need to find a place to stay."

The faces of the night demon girls showed surprise.

"What kind of adult are you talking about?"

"Lord, he is in Goliath, have you heard of him?"

"Of course, the Golden City!" The Night Demon Girls seemed to yearn for that city more than humans.

Unfortunately, Fuller had never been there, but it did not prevent him from continuing to talk about that city.

Compared to starting from scratch, if they could have the protection of an adult, the rebirth of the Night Demon Clan might be easier to start, so they invited Fuller to go back with them.

Fuller nodded happily, and that was exactly why he came.

They talked a lot on the way, about the Night Demon Girl Xiaoli, and praised her as a rare magic genius who was favored and blessed by the Lady of the Night.

Finally, they came back.

The sunlight swayed in the fishy wind.

The Night Demon Girls with smiles on their faces became panicked, and the smell of blood made it difficult for them to calm down.

When they rushed into the cave, they only saw the body of the elder.

The throat was cut in a very delicate way!

The Night Demon Girls cried with tears, their magic power was out of control, but their strength was very ordinary so they could only shake stones.

"Who did it!"

"I know who it is!" Fuller said, "I used to serve in the army. This was done by Lind Alman's men. He has such a group of people under his command, and they will do anything."

The Night Demon Girls roared in anger: "I swear to the Daughter of the Night, I will definitely take revenge and make them fall into darkness and despair forever!"

Fuller stood behind everyone with a smile on his face.

But he still reminded: "It may be difficult for you to do it with your strength. Lind has the power of a living god, and he has many undead people under his command."

"We don't have the ability to take revenge, but the Daughter of the Night can."

The Night Demon Girls had firm expressions, and there was no reason in their eyes, only anger.

Now the anger will burn everything and devour everything.

Yes, this is how revenge should be taken!

After sleeping for two days in a row, the cold has eased. From tomorrow until the end of the month, I will start to sprint for more updates.