The lord is red again

On the ground, in the ruined and decaying stone village, corpses were everywhere.

The burning and twisted corpses curled up in the whimpering and wailing crazy hymns. The charred wounds could not bleed, but there were flames from the trembling souls that gathered into red blood snakes.

The blood snakes snaked forward, chasing the figure in front.

"Snap!"

The iron boots stepped down, and the moment the soles of the boots touched the ground, flames burst out. The blood snakes disappeared in a flash, and a piece of open space was cleared.

The blood snakes knew no fear, but just blindly followed the guidance of life, approached the "giant", and then fell on its feet again and again, and were destroyed after the flames burst out.

Linde strode forward with the broken sword of the scavenger princess, leaving only two rows of burning blood footprints behind him.

He was cautious enough. After he had absolute control over the power in his body, he relied on the broken sword of the carrion-eating princess and the calmness of being a great knight to do the best he could. But when the blood and fire fell like a rainstorm, Linde could not avoid being affected.

The power in his body faded a little, not much, but this discovery was enough to make Linde feel uneasy.

Fortunately, there were not many enemies. He could do nothing except rush forward desperately, shout "the favor of the first fire" and throw the burning things in his hands at Linde.

The villagers failed to get more power from the gods they believed in. If the blood-red flames were not really tricky, they would not even have the chance to let Linde wield the broken sword.

The broken sword extinguished the carnival bonfire. Only some villagers with broken legs and disabled people were left in the village of the crazy wise man. Whenever Linde approached, they would tremble.

Not every crazy wise man lost his mind. Fortunately, there are always people who know what fear is.

But it cannot be ruled out that some villagers are more cunning, but Linde doesn't care.

"Sir" Ace Aimu came to Linde's side. Only by experiencing it personally can one feel the surging of the battlefield, and the hot blood in his body stirred him.

If the bard was here, he would definitely sing it into a hymn.

But if it were the special language of the undead, this feeling would only have two words: Fuck.

"They believe in a certain evil god, maybe before the birth of the magic ring, or maybe after the magic ring was broken." Linde immediately gave Ace Aimu a task: "Find their sacrificial sites, churches, priests and other things in the village, and then destroy them."

Linde glanced at the short and hunched figure in front of him. The other party was completely hiding under the black robe, and seemed to be secretly watching him with his eyes.

When he noticed that Linde's eyes were fixed on him, the little figure immediately restrained himself, lowered his head, and continued to tremble.

Forget it, it's just a little ant, just kill it later.

He would never let these crazy wise men get close to the Star Dragon Outpost. Madness is an incurable terminal illness that can only be prevented, not cured.

Ace Aimu went to search happily.

There are good things in every room. Even if these things have to be handed over to the lord, the joy of exploration is his own.

Lind lowered his head to look at the armor on his body.

The armor of the Rand First Legion is both defensive and beautiful, but when he wrapped the armor with flames, the burning anger also "reforged" the armor.

Now the anger has dissipated, but the temperature of the armor has not cooled down. After the cold wind blows, a hot and turbid stream floats.

If this continues, I am afraid that the flames will burn the armor before the enemy damages it.

Lind's eyes retracted from the "magenta" armor, and the lion head decorated with it showed signs of twisting and melting.

"It's sent! It's sent!"

Ace Aimu's howling attracted Lind's attention.

"Oh, it's just not enough weight."

Not to mention that the good things have to be handed in, even if they are not handed in, Ace Aimu can't carry a few pieces.

Thinking of this, he wanted to complain about the game production team again. Why did they make it so real? There was not even space for storage.

Ace Aimu had no choice but to throw everything on the ground. Slowly, it piled up into a small hill.

Linde: "..."

He still underestimated the hamster behavior of the undead. You even want to take back their rags? And wooden cups, toilet brushes, sickles, you really don't take a single needle or thread from the villagers.

Forget it, he's used to it.

Players are like this.

Among the rags, Linde found one thing. Whether it was a cup, bowl, plate or the corner of clothes, there was a special symbol.

The cross, to be precise, was the "—— Cross——" cross.

The horizontal line in the middle was very long.

Is this the god believed in by the crazy wise village?

Linde quickly retracted his gaze. He knew that many religious symbols came from the knowledge of God. As long as one or two of them could be seen, they would be regarded as images to be believed by fanatical believers. And outsiders who stare too much will either become believers or crazy wise men.

Obviously, if you want to make good use of this village, you must carefully control it and eliminate all possible problems. The most permanent way is to directly flatten it and rebuild it.

Lind no longer paid attention to Ace's love and went to the farmland.

Mad wise men also need food. The sparse crops grow wildly in the fields. It can be seen that the villagers who have lost their reason have found it difficult to do a good job of planting. However, the "fertile" disaster shadow area allows mutant plants to grow wildly without care.

He bent down and dug away the soil, and he really saw tubers as big as the belly of his finger. A series of "small potatoes" were pulled out by Lind by thorns.

Mutated food.

This is the biggest harvest of this time.

There are indeed many types of food. Linde even saw patches of fire tongue grass growing. The concentration of the disaster shadow area here is probably higher than that of the scavenger's nest.

What a good planting area.

"Maybe the undead can try to open up wasteland and plant crops here." Linde walked back to Ace Aimu who was picking up rags.

You said you were a farming player, why are you so devoted to picking up rags? Is it really that interesting?

"Yes!" Ace Aimu nodded.

He has changed into a "suit" of a crazy wise man, a tattered black robe, cloth shoes, a sickle and a torch hanging around his waist. If it weren't for his handsome face, even Linde would have mistaken him for a crazy wise man.

Cosplay is the fun of players.

In fact, there is really nothing useful in the pile of rags. Linde is going to arrange undead people to come and plant crops, so he has to go back to issue tasks.

He stopped after walking a few steps and turned his head to look behind him.

Ace Aimu was in a good mood, and after realizing that there was a "plot", he also stopped.

"Damn it!" He was startled when he saw the short villager, and subconsciously wanted to chop with a sword, but was stopped by Lind.

The broken sword of the carrion-eating princess fell to the ground, and the wasteland trembled.

"Who are you?" He realized that the other party seemed to want to follow him.

The short figure took off the black robe, revealing a face without flesh on the cheeks, a boy who looked about eleven or twelve years old.

"I, I am Renzo," he said hoarsely: "Excuse me, are you a noble lord?"

He used the kneeling ceremony, which came from the heyday of civilization. It was the etiquette that civilians needed to use when they were formally summoned by nobles. Ordinary people could not imitate it, because before using this etiquette, there would be a closed special training for court ladies.

The placement of fingers, the amplitude, and even where the eyes should look, must meet the standards.

Even before the official start, there will be dozens of "rehearsals".

Even the former Lind before crossing rarely saw this etiquette.

This kind of etiquette has extremely high requirements for meeting with civilians. Civilians must have outstanding contributions, just like the prime minister and president of the earth publicly meeting with ordinary people.

Its political significance is beyond imagination, and to some extent represents the absolute political tendency of the nobles in their own territory.

Linde only saw the prince meet a few civilian representatives in order to fight for higher power when he was with His Royal Highness.

So when the boy in front of him suddenly used the kneeling ceremony, Linde immediately adjusted his attitude. Fortunately, the reception etiquette will not restrict the nobles. After all, the nobles are the rule makers.

All he has to do is to show his identity.

"I, Linde Arman, a noble of the Royal City Goliath, the son of Baron Arman, the Lord of Star Dragon Sentry..." Linde responded with the arrogant attitude of the nobles.

The nobles' response must be arrogant, which is also what the boy who kneeled in front of him expects.

It's a pity that there is no attendant beside him, otherwise someone should help him register his name.

Linde paused for a moment and said, "... a true noble with noble blood flowing in his body!"

"Bang!" The young man knocked his head to the ground: "I, I... please, let me pledge my loyalty!"

"Why should I accept your loyalty?" Linde shook his head.

Although he was a "poor" noble, and even his surname had lost the power brought by the magic ring, it did not mean that he would accept people from the village of the Mad Sage.

Just because the other party knew how to "kneel"? Indeed, in the distant border, I am afraid that Ronin in Pre Town did not know what kneeling was.

Red tape is not as important as a piece of bran bread.

"I have completed the order of the noble master." Renzo raised his head with a pleading and expectant look on his face: "Since you are a noble of Goliath, you must know that I have completed it, completed it, so I can pledge my loyalty to you, to the nobles!"

Silly child, the old nobles are almost extinct, and now is the era of new nobles.

"What have you completed?" Linde asked casually.

Renzo remained in a kneeling position, with his palms facing upwards, and slowly pushed forward in a "holding" posture.

Then.

"Boom!" Red flames condensed on the palms of both hands.

This ball of flame was stronger than the one Linde had encountered before from the villagers, or it was completely on a different level.

The person in front of him should be very weak, but when he held the blood-red flame in his hands, Linde actually felt a faint pressure in his heart.

If the Great Knight can feel pressure, then the other party must also be at the "Great Knight" level.

From the player's perspective, Renzo is likely to be above level ten, and even at the BOSS level.

Renzo: "I have completed my service to the Master of Madness and my control over the Madness Fire!"