The lord is red again

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Swish, open this book "Giant War".

Hawa's eyes immediately stopped at the beginning of the story.

"Cold, shaking..."

Hmm? What kind of opening remarks is this.

He looked down and continued to read. The other party took "I" as the main perspective and unfolded a story experience.

It was like a recorder, recording everything that happened in detail, those many events, such as the emergence of the blood clan, the great Melulan, etc.

These contents did not have any special attraction to Hawa. There are many races. A race that relies on blood for food is nothing. There are also races that can only survive by eating human brains. They are more arrogant and arrogant than the blood clan, but they are still alive and well.

When he read about the war between the undead and the giants, his expression finally changed.

The powerful 'giant' Cecaps, the horrific war storm that nearly destroyed half of the country, the undead mounts that covered the sky, and the undead's indomitable roar of justice.

Books must have some artistic processing. With Hawa's superficial understanding of the undead, they should really be able to show a posture of not fearing death and charging bravely.

The words that filled every page gradually attracted Hawa, and he gradually immersed himself in the battle of constant sacrifice and attack.

Unconsciously, he had turned to the last page of the book, which was a very delicate painting, and it was a painting technique full of lines, as if to burst the power out of the picture. No one in this world has ever seen such an ability.

It was a strong figure of a naked god, in front of him were countless undead, who roared and rushed forward one after another.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a burning forest, a mountain of corpses, and a broken surface and pits in the background.

"Secapus!"

Hawa was a little excited.

He liked this book "Giant War", although the story ended with a powerful undead and a mysterious "ordinary warrior", yes, ordinary warrior, Hawa didn't understand why a strong man who could barely fight against gods was called that.

But he could be sure that the book recorded the authenticity of the story.

The victors like to belittle their enemies, falsify history, and put themselves on the side of absolute justice and absolute power.

In this book, the undead admitted that they did everything they could to win, and also admitted that Secapus was an enemy they could not defeat even if they tried their best.

"Giant, are there gods called giants?" Hawa couldn't help but think about it in his mind.

The answer is no.

There has never been a "giant" god in the Demon Land. There are many gods with giant bodies, but they all have other names.

And he has a contemptuous attitude towards the "gods" in the material plane.

They can only be regarded as evil gods, some small churches with unknown meanings, spreading distorted beliefs, and deceiving some believers with brain problems.

A true strong man should be like the northern lord, Grand Duke Hein. He is the god and the Grand Duke. His multiple identities combined together have established his unique identity. In the northern part of the Demonic Land, both gods and lords must bow their noble heads to him.

Hawa calmed his heart and picked up another book.

This time he wanted to read "Battle of the Golden Throne".

The book does not contain much content, but the illustrations are very rich. The protagonist of the story becomes a man named Linde Alman, including his love and hatred with Rania, Miko, Doris, Wen Raven, Isa and others.

It is written as if the author is really hiding under the bed.

And there are matching pictures.

Hawa's best impression of Rania in this book is because she is the legitimate heir of the kingdom. The second most favorable person is Miss Isa, who comes from the Demonic Land, gentle and full of wisdom.

The most hated one is Wen Raven, because the other party is a broken-winged angel.

Unknowingly turned to the illustrations at the back.

"Miss Isa is a troll?"

Hawa almost lost his mind.

And on the last page it said: "For the extra version, please go to the moderator group, @Aunt Sibai."

He reluctantly put the book down, and then turned his eyes to another one.

He flipped through the books one by one very quickly.

But he always saw the prompts such as "To be continued".

He was scratching his head.

When he came to his senses, he had finished reading the part he was interested in, and at the same time he also understood everything that happened in the "Xilu Continent".

He hadn't had time to read the books of the other two continents.

Hawa went downstairs, and when he passed the first floor again, his eyes stopped on the shelves.

He didn't recognize many things before, but now after reading the books and illustrations, Hawa can already match many of them one by one.

For example, the pictures on the strange medallion include the Black Knight, Rania, Melulan, Secapus, the Prince of Two Swords, etc.

"I want to draw a lottery."

Hawa said to the dozing young clerk.

"Ah? Ah! Oh, you want to draw a lottery, this way."

"I don't have any money, how can I change it to local currency?"

"There is a recycling market over there. You can also go to various shops in the city to sell your unwanted things. If you want to sell armor, go to the equipment shop. If you want to sell weapons, go to the blacksmith shop. If you want to sell food, go to the tavern. If you want to sell potions, go to the potion shop. If you are confident in your things, you can also auction them or set up a stall."

"I'll sell some materials." Hawa still had a lot of materials on him.

He left quickly, and strode to the recycling market under the puzzled eyes of his companions at the door, and sold some rare potion materials and came back with the money.

"I draw!!"

Ten minutes later, Hawa came out of the bookstore happily holding a bunch of prizes.

"Hawa?" The companion's muffled voice came, and asked puzzledly, "What did you do?"

"What do you know!"

Hawa sucked the saliva from his mouth: "These are all my trophies!"

He put the things away one by one, and then touched another one he didn't like and handed it to his companion.

"What is this?" The companion was puzzled.

"Badge, hanging on the chest."

"Who is this person?"

"It seems to be called the Red Knight, and he is a very tall and strong knight like you."

The Red Knight, who was mentioned briefly in the story, is the least noticeable and one of Hawa's least favorite characters.

"Where are we going next?"

Hawa thought for a while: "Ask how to get to the Kingdom of Rand."

He can be sure that he is definitely not going to see what the people in the story look like in reality, absolutely not!

...

"The Kingdom of Rand? Do you also read those books? I also follow the updates every month!"

The man who was asked was surprised and said, "My favorite is Queen Melulan, but you want to go to the Kingdom of Rand, it should be impossible."

"Why, isn't this the Xilu Continent?"

"This is the Serilin Continent."

Hawa:...

It turns out to be like this!

But what method did they use to make literary works from different worlds interoperable.

"What should we do next?" asked the companion.

"Change to another city and continue to draw!"

"What?"

"Ahem, I mean to find the undead."

The man next to him asked, "You want to find the undead?"

"Yeah, do you know where they are?"

In the eyes of Hawa and others, the undead, as a special race that suddenly appeared in the material plane, must have their own living groups. They may occasionally come to ordinary people's towns to trade, but most of the time they are still clearly separated and don't interfere with each other.

"Go west after you leave the town. There are many dungeons there. Now only the undead in the Serilin continent are addicted to dungeons."

"Dungeon?"

Hawa really knows about dungeons. It was introduced in the books about the Black Knight that he had read. The Black Knight's men would put the treasure in the treasure chest of the treasury. The heroes would pay the ticket and then go to the dungeon to finally rob the treasure.

He didn't understand many parts of it, such as why they had to rob, and why they had to pay the ticket if they were robbing.

But it's not a loss to give it a try.

They left the town and headed west, with the sun slowly setting in the west, and soon saw strange buildings.

"Are these people all undead? Why are they so lazy?"

Hawa didn't understand. In his cognition, undead were always full of fighting spirit, fighting and killing, but the undead he saw were listless.

Some people were reading under the trees, some were drawing, and some were grilling.

Very comfortable.

"Hey, brothers, here comes the NPC."

"Hey, it's still a dead house!"

The tall man was wearing a red knight badge, which was not conspicuous.

But Hawa was different. He was wearing all kinds of dead house costumes, such as the black knight's armor outer robe, the black knight's Q version pendant, the black knight's...

"Damn, it's actually the black knight's single push."

They gathered around happily.

Serilin is different from other continents. The Xilu continent is considered to be the son of version 1.0, and the Ensta continent is considered to be the main battlefield of version 2.0.

Only the Serilin continent has always been unloved by uncles and grandmothers.

Everyone has no environment to improve their strength. Some dungeons are boring after playing too many mini-games, so they all enter the mode of playing badly.

The gods have launched many wars, and the strong ones have gone to the front line of the battlefield. The remaining people don’t even have the qualifications to get close to the boss and touch a knife, so they completely play badly and lie down.

"We are from the Northern Kingdom of the Demonic Land."

Hawa decided to get straight to the point: "Come and select strong people to go and be loyal to the great King of Kings."

"New map guide?"

The eyes of the undead people lit up.

...

A six-legged three-headed lizard bull, pulling a pile of debris piled up to a height of one floor, swayed along the path.

Above the debris, there was a young man with his legs crossed, still flipping through a book in his hand.

The farmer driving the lizard cart turned around and said, "Sir, we are in Dream Village."

"I'll get off in front."

The girl sitting next to the farmer wearing a sun hat couldn't help but look up, but she could only see the other's long boots.

Her eyes were shining, but the farmer soon raised his hand to hold her head.

"Don't think about it."

Of course he could see what his daughter was thinking, but the other party was carrying a sword and when he encountered a terrifying chicken-headed lion along the way, the other party just killed the scary chicken-headed lion with a sword. The farmer heard that Anyone who has ever been strong must be strong.

The other party looks very handsome, has a powerful body, and also carries a certain aura of a superior person. He spends generously. In short, it is impossible to fall in love with a farmer's daughter from any aspect.

Even the ones often told in "stories" are impossible.

After reading the book, the young man threw the cloak wrapped around the sword beside him and disappeared into it.

He looked at the sky, as if in a daze: "More and more messengers are being received from the devil."

This person is none other than Linde.

Because he killed the Prince of Two Swords and the Ghost of Ana with one sword, there was no doubt about the Black Knight's absolute power. Linde, who was not going to waste any more time, immediately launched his next action.

To obtain more powerful power.

There is no need to hesitate to embark on the path of "giant", but becoming a god is not that easy. It happened that the undead people kept attacking the dungeons of the Prince of Two Swords and the ghost of Ana, so they finally chose to be loyal to Linde.

Constantly "sleeping" and then "waking up", the loyalty and persistence of the past are being torn apart bit by bit.

When Lind wanted to swallow the Prince of Two Swords as the nourishment for him to become a god, the Prince of Two Swords immediately decided to lower the knight's head to Lind.

His surrender directly led to Ana's surrender. Otherwise, no matter how many times he died, this crazy, brainless monster would never give up easily.

From their mouths, Linde learned that the Prince of Two Swords and the Old Man in the Picture Scroll were both from the same country. By coincidence, they were both the "Moon Country", a country that Linde had never cared about.

It is said that the distance is very close.

But since the launch of the game, no one has ever visited the Kingdom of the Moon.

What's even more coincidental is that there is no god in the Kingdom of the Moon. Whether it is the scroll old man or the other two, they are just subordinate officials of the gods.

It can make three 6-ring strong men be used by itself, and its strength is at least on the same level as the beast master in its heyday.

Linde came here specially based on the principle of no waste.

Taking away a share of the qualifications to become a god is definitely not a loss.

As for the future, he will consider continuing to sharpen 30 million swords, and then return to Enstad Continent to give the gods of the alliance a sword, but he must pay attention carefully. It is best to let the gods stay together next time. Then one sword and one pot.

Only by truly becoming a "master" may you have the qualifications to choose whether you will be an NPC, a BOSS, or an absolutely invincible background in the future.

He is no longer satisfied with being just an ordinary novice village leader. After 2.0 is over, Linde hopes that he can become the main force that the official has to recognize. No, he should find out what "official" is.

Judging from the current part, the other party seems to have an IQ, but it seems to be just a pure operating machine.

"It would be great if they could take the undead over."

Linde did not resist the initiative of those visitors from the Demonic Land. He knew that he could never control the undead. Anyway, the "Novice Village" was in his hands, so the undead had to go.

"My lord, we are here," the farmer shouted.