The lord is red again

Old Mande's body swelled like an ox, with blue eyes and black beard. The flesh and blood of mutated monsters flowed in his body. The skin exposed outside the armor bulged with flowing little bumps, like rats burrowing around.

"He went crazy!"

"Resist!"

"Ba Ti, I have no choice but to fly a kite!"

The undead people had a great advantage, but as a group of people led by Old Mande suddenly swelled up, the battle situation ushered in a direct reversal.

The long sword in his hand was extremely disproportionate to his swollen body. Old Mande quickly waved his wrist and turned the sword into a windmill.

The blood burned, the severed nose turned into a dragon's head, and blood spurted out.

He could no longer hear other sounds in his ears, only the sounds and images in his mind were still echoing.

Just some time ago, he and others were attacked by wanderers, and Old Mande and others who fled met the adult.

"My dear friends, have you had enough of the ups and downs of troubled times? You may have chosen others to devour, but you have maintained your human heart after all; you are afraid of running away, just to survive; you are not wild dogs who are busy without purpose, just because you have been Haven’t met me yet.”

Siren's voice is elegant, her posture is noble, and her appearance is exquisite, but it is difficult for anyone to mistake him for a woman.

"Crazy lunatics will not be entrusted with important tasks. Only those who do not care about dignity and work hard to defend their lives can be called strong. I think you can stay and serve me. Lord Leon's territory is expanding, and he will To create a peaceful and prosperous world of absolute tranquility, I am his knight, and you will be my weapon. I need talented people, even if you sacrifice yourself, are you willing to be that weapon?"

How did you answer that time?

Old Mande's voice trembled.

"Yes, my lord!"

A homeless wild dog finally got a chance to join the pack of wolves. Kneeling down immediately was his most pious response.

On the other side, the undead people caught in the struggle once again found an opportunity. Although the enemies who fell into madness were powerful, they lost their minds.

Kite flying tactics never go out of style.

"Wait a minute, look at that elite monster, he seems to be entering the second stage!"

An undead man noticed Old Mande kneeling on the ground.

"The elite monster has entered the second stage. It won't be a wild BOSS, right?"

The undead people looked at Old Mande who was kneeling on one knee. His body had swelled to two and a half meters tall. Even though he was kneeling on one knee, he was still bigger than ordinary people.

His orifices were bleeding, but his face was full of piety and fanaticism.

Bloody...crazy!

"But, Lady Serin, even if you gather all the wanderers around Prey Town, you still lack the power to break through Prey Town. Maybe we should sneak into Prey Town, and then seize a few hostages and let the soldiers use their weapons. They have lived a good life and have families, so changing to a more powerful mayor is nothing to them. "

"Hostage? No" Lord Serin said with a smile on her face: "When I appeared in front of the city gate of Prey Town, the entire Prey Town, regardless of men, women, old or young, were all hostages."

In the past, Old Mande had doubts in his heart, but now, Old Mande is filled with passion and enthusiasm.

He understood.

"Ouch!" Old Mande raised his head.

Blood spurted from the gaps in the armor.

Pieces of iron pieces fell off as he moved, revealing a body that was beginning to twist and become almost animal-like, especially the heart, which was glowing red.

With each heartbeat, the body pumps out blood, and the heart is like a rabid dog trying to get out of a cage.

"Ouch!" Old Mande dragged his sword towards an undead man and kicked him over.

The flying undead exploded into a ball of ashes in the air.

"His health bar has shortened, but he has fallen into a state of complete madness. Who is going to touch him?"

Everyone wants to go up and touch the sword. This is a perfect opportunity to defeat monsters, upgrade, and grab heads.

But no matter who comes forward, they will be easily crushed, including the strongest trio of Xuan Zhanlong.

My favorite, Bai Si, as a war reporter, faithfully recorded the scene in front of me.

As long as the level and equipment are sufficient, his real purpose is to keep up with the team's rhythm and shoot enough material to make money in the real world.

The braziers were kicked over one by one, and the bonfire was scattered.

Old Mande, whose body was burning with blood, was like a flaming beast.

Not tired, constantly attacking, thrusting...impacting...and then crushing.

In the distance, fire suddenly struck.

It is a brighter fire than Old Mander.

If Old Mander was a hyena going crazy, then the one coming on the flames was a lion.

"Am I late?"

The surviving undead players looked at the figure that appeared in front of them, holding up the luminous broken sword of the Scavenger Princess, resisting Old Mande's attack.

They all felt relieved inside.

An indescribable sense of security came over me. It was absolutely wonderful to have such a reliable and good NPC in the game.

However, there are still discordant sounds.

"I am super and will always take care of my sister!"

…

The broken sword is lifted up.

Old Mander's "advantage" was only against the inherently weak undead. When facing a great knight like Linde, the huge gap made it impossible for him to resist.

The jaw was shattered.

Old Mande's power had no advantage over Linde.

Chop, decapitate, and win.

Old Mande, who couldn't hold his head up when being crushed by a group of undead men, was just a big fool who could only take a beating when facing Linde.

Sing a song of triumph.

Star Dragon Post has won another victory, and only one day has passed since the last victory.

The high frequency of battles made the soldiers of Star Dragon Post mistakenly believe that they are still in the period of war between the two countries, rather than the doomsday with fewer and fewer people.

They have been here for more than two years, and the days seem to be quite peaceful. Why do these undead people have been fighting and killing for only three or four days?

The soldiers were confused and stepped up patrols.

As for the final spoils of this battle, of course, they all belong to Lind.

No undead had any objections. After all, "plot" is above all else. No matter how you look at it, these spoils will have the opportunity to be placed in the store in the future for themselves and others to buy.

In this way, it is a blood profit.

"So, what rewards did we get from fighting this wild monster stronghold this time?"

"Does upgrading count?"

"It should count, but I don't think it's enough."

"I think it should be a hidden plot."

The undead whispered to each other, and Lind, led by his favorite Baisi, saw three trembling and screaming blood lambs.

"Lord, don't be fooled by the fact that these little monsters look smelly and disgusting and seem weak. In fact, they are all monsters that can chew human arms raw." Zui Ai Bai Si had a broken arm, but was in good condition: "And that group of people used these little monsters to stew soup to increase their strength. What do you think? Can we also raise them and distribute the meat of these little monsters to other undead people?"

Linde's pupils trembled, and he looked at Zui Ai Bai Si.

He found that the other party was asking very seriously.

So... heavy taste? Even if Linde knew that eating these blood lambs could increase strength and speed in a short time, he would also fall into madness.

The blood lambs were obviously mutants, maybe from humans, maybe from animals, and distortion often means that people are uneasy.

Linde can eat some mutant food, but it is difficult to eat mutant monsters. The madness of the two is completely different.

An undead was eager to try: "Is animal husbandry open?"

"It should be the berserk potion. I said that those wild monsters couldn't appear for no reason. They are definitely tool monsters to open up the plot for us and provide berserk potions and other things."

"The blood lamb is so cute. I want to raise one."

Looking at the undead who were eager to try, Lind suddenly realized that it seemed okay to let them do it themselves.

"Undead, take good care of the blood lambs, find food to feed them, and how to cultivate them. Maybe you can get some berserk blood as compensation."

Lind: Isn't it animal husbandry? Come on.

It doesn't make sense that others can raise it but I can't. Since Old Mand and others can raise and eat it, it means that it can be reused and has very little impact on the body. Probably the biggest side effect is death from blood explosion.

For the undead, this punishment is not too high.

"Is it really open?"

"Long live the lord!"