The lord is red again

Howling, roaring, the undead with red eyes flashing like a mad dog out of a cage, whoever is in front of him will be crushed to pieces.

The wanderers grabbed swords, guns and shields to resist. As the first people in this land to adapt to fighting and war, they can poke their fingers into the eye sockets of the attackers while sleeping. Killing has long been an instinct.

The fire flickered, the fire boiled, and the fire exploded!

"Bang~"

A small bag was thrown into the group of wanderers.

"What is it!" A wanderer felt something was wrong.

"Ah! It's so spicy!"

"Fire tongue grass?"

Some wanderers have noticed the problem, but who is grinding so much fire tongue grass? As a seasoning, it is indeed comparable to chili peppers and is also suitable for driving away the cold in winter, but as long as the amount reaches a certain level, it will directly kill people with spiciness.

The problem is that if the amount of spiciness that can kill people is ground, more people on their side will definitely die. This is no longer killing a thousand enemies and losing a hundred or eight of their own, but starting to commit suicide before knowing who they are facing.

As the wind blew, the hot and fiery powder flew all over the sky, and the effect was immediately greatly reduced.

However, most of the wanderers were so hot that they couldn't open their eyes, their noses and tears were all over their faces, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

The wanderer with a string of human skulls hanging around his waist was tearful. He stood in the upwind position, and the fire tongue grass had the least impact on him.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, soothing the irritating burning pain.

The surrounding noises were noisy, and the entire wanderer camp was breached. To be precise, it was a strong attack, a suicide attack.

The shabby tent without walls fell apart in the collision.

Suddenly a ray of light came, his eyes suddenly widened, and he drew his sword to meet the attack. The force generated by the collision of the sword and the sword was not very strong. The wanderer pushed his knees forward, pressed his body forward, and chopped the target's chest with the sword.

The man flew backwards at a faster speed.

"Not strong!" The wanderer was relieved.

There were 50 wanderers, and the enemy had only 50 or so. If it weren't for the surprise attack, we would not only be unscathed, but we would definitely be able to kill them in the shortest time with the least sacrifice.

There were more and more wanderers like him who were stable, and surprise attacks could not make up for the gap between the strong and the weak.

Cutting the enemy's neck with the tip of the knife was as easy as cutting wheat... He hadn't cut wheat for many years, but he always felt the same way every time he cut off the enemy's life.

It was easy and wonderful, and the enemy would always grow up like wheat, and then fall down in large groups, right?

Oh, no, wheat will not grow anymore, but weeds will.

Then cut more!

"This is an elite monster!" The wanderer heard the person he had chopped away.

"Call someone?" Someone had already come over.

Add one more? Add ten more? Ha! There was no point, his knife was very suitable for harvesting large groups of weeds.

The wanderer admitted that he had some admiration for this group of people, fools who were not afraid of death, making people want to chop them down.

And siege was impossible in this situation, because the difference in the number of people on both sides was not big.

Even though he didn't understand what "elite monster" was, he understood what elite was. Elite? The whole wanderer camp was full of people like him, could it be that they were all elites!

The great Lord Bueno hadn't taken action yet.

It seemed to be just a child's play, and then everything would return to calm, oh... they would have dozens more reserve food.

Just as the wanderer thought, the enemy could not siege him. In this destined 1V1 battle, if the opponent clung to a group, he could also choose to clung to a group.

So, was it a one-on-one fight to be killed, or was it a group fight to be crushed... What should I choose?

He slapped a knife like a fly and successfully removed one of the enemy's arms.

"Fuck your mother!" The other party swore.

He cursed, but it was not very dirty.

The wanderer bared his teeth: "Actually, I want to, too."

The man on the other side was stunned. The impact he received was greater than his own arm being chopped off.

He kicked the other side away with one foot, and the wanderer forcefully inserted himself into the battle of his companions. He carried the knife like a shield, and whoever was in front of him would be knocked away.

He ate too much, a lot, and he didn't know what he ate. There were not many normal people among the wanderers. They were all taller and stronger, and more unstoppable!

"Shield wall!"

A group of enemies suddenly gathered in front. This group of people wore different clothes, carried shields of different sizes, and even moved in a mess and behaved in a disorderly manner.

But the shield wall that suddenly gathered was stronger than all the soldiers the wanderer had seen since the end of the world.

Maybe it was belief?

Who has ever seen a person with a broken arm holding a shield in front with only one hand?

The other party roared, with no pain or fear in his eyes, only excitement!

Are you ready to die?

He hit it!

The shield wall successfully blocked his impact.

After all, he failed to break through that step. His body was not made of steel, so it was normal that he could not knock open the shield. He was just a little bit stronger.

Then the wanderer discovered the second terrifying thing about this group of people, their terrifying ability to find opportunities.

Swords stabbed at him from all kinds of tricky positions and successfully bit off wounds on his body.

When the wanderer waved his knife to disperse the surroundings, he found that he was actually "swallowed" by the shield wall to the back.

The shield wall in a circle was still blocking the impact of other wanderers.

Inside were enemies holding long swords and crossbows.

They were swallowed by the shield wall, but had to face the siege.

"Monster!" At the end of his life, he had only this thought in his mind.

It was not a very sophisticated action plan, but it was very dangerous, requiring absolute trust in companions and fearlessness of death.

When the number of both sides was similar, they still tried to use this method to divide and eat the wanderers like me. If it wasn't fear of death, what would it be.

Benefits? I can't see.

You can't just kill people for the sake of killing, wanderers don't do that.

...

"Are there any brothers who lack experience?"

"Brothers with full levels, come forward to resist, and we will divide the spoils according to output later. Don't forget that the lord will reward you according to your merits!"

"Good brother, let me cut a knife!"

The flames of war swayed, and as the tents burned, the battlefield finally became hot, and everyone's face was covered with a layer of fire.

In such a fighting atmosphere, the undead people killed more and more fiercely.

"I'm going offline!" An undead suddenly shouted, "My mom called me to eat, I'm going to commit suicide, or she'll come in and pull out my network cable!"

"Spread the chili powder, spread it all over this suicidal guy!"

Small bags were thrown into his arms, and the face of the undead who was about to go offline turned red.

"Fuck, it's too poisonous, so spicy?"

"Mutated herbs, I feel like ordinary people can't touch it."

"Hurry up!"

The undead rushed out with chili powder, and in the puzzled eyes of the wanderers, he just ran halfway and exploded, turning into a ball of ash.

Then, the small bags that had been opened long ago sprinkled chili powder, which instantly swept the wanderers.

Secondary damage, the first few wanderers fell to the ground directly.

"Kill!"

...

"Kill!" Favorite Baisi put away the shield. As a war reporter, in order to shoot the best video, he was considering switching from using a sword to using a shield.

Only by being tough can you record more important content.

He was not very interested in finishing off the enemy, and there was no experience to be gained after reaching the maximum level.

The scene of war attracted his attention more. Hundreds of people were fighting in a melee, as if they had entered a war. The distorted air and the hazy and bloody battlefield made him feel excited.

"The only one left is the two-headed man!"

Everyone had only one goal, the two-headed man!

Even killing the two-headed man became the ultimate goal in everyone's heart, not only for the honor of destroying the BOSS, but also for the only honor.

No player could resist the title of the only one in the server.

"I spent 100,000 to buy it, let me cut the last knife!" A rich man started shouting at the top of his voice.

The other party came late.

Zui Ai Bai Si had a better impression of that person. In reality, he seemed to be a big boss. He had been farming in the Crazy Wisdom Village to level up recently.

But unlike others who leveled up, this brother spent real money to ask other players for help, and then he finished the last knife.

For rich people, this title is the fun of their play.

The poor play to level up by killing monsters, while the rich play to kill poor people.

Not many people care about him, whether they are here to earn money or just for fun.

Once you get the first honorary title, you will really become famous in the game!

Zui Ai Bai Si is not so reckless, and he doesn't rush forward. He watched the boss hire five people as bodyguards in a short period of time, and heard that the other party directly hired 10,000 yuan per person regardless of success or failure, and he grinned.

This BOSS battle can only last for a few minutes, and 50,000 yuan is thrown out.

"Charge!" Someone took the initiative to pounce on the two-headed man.

Now there is no barrier between the undead and the two-headed man Bueno, only bloody primitive fighting.

Bueno was very angry, and his heavy breathing almost made his heart explode.

It's over!

Just like this, a group of people who rushed out from nowhere directly destroyed their own team?

[Two-headed man Bueno]

[HP: 5000/5000]

[Insufficient reconnaissance,? ? , ? ? , ? ? 】

All the undead could see it, and then they all took a deep breath.

"Fuck, blood cow!"

"He has a blood bar! What are you still standing there for? Go!"

The first undead who rushed over only heard a loud bang, and when he came to his senses, he had returned to the resurrection point.

On the other side, the undead on the battlefield jumped.

The body of the two-headed man Bueno was about two meters tall, fat and strong, and both heads were ugly and twisted. The undead were very accepting because there were undead whose faces were uglier than Bueno.

They watched their companions rush over, and in an instant they were hit in the chest by Bueno's fist. The pure and extreme power broke the whole person in half!

The body fell to the ground, rolled on the bloody mud, and then exploded into a ball of ash.

"Pay attention to dodge!!"

No one will retreat, the undead will implement Lind's order-active attack, only attack!

The undead who control the long-range power shoot at a high frequency, and the undead in close combat also use the harassment kite tactics to the extreme.

The two-headed man Bueno seems to have transformed into a clumsy object that can be teased by everyone at will.

He has more and more wounds on his body.

Of course, every time he is injured, there must be an undead who pays the price.

"The blood volume is reduced to 4500!"

"The blood volume is reduced to 4000!"

"How many of us are left?"

"Twelve!"

"Will the chili powder work?"

"All used up!"

It was probably at this moment that the undead really understood how big the difference between the two sides would be after taking that step.

But the undead who survived were all elites. They had a deeper understanding of the game and were more flexible in operation. Several of them even did similar jobs in the real world.

For example, archers really like to play archery, and their arrows have a very high hit rate.

"Swoosh" the arrow hit Bueno's right head.

Bueno had no reaction at all and continued to chase the undead around him.

"Something's wrong!" The undead who put down the bow shouted: "Hit his left head! His right head is fake!"

He didn't need to shout, in fact, many people had seen Bueno's head start to wriggle after being hit, and pus flowed out of it.

Then... split.

"Fuck, what is this!"

Bueno's right head split completely, like a blooming flower, revealing the sharp teeth inside.

"Ouch——" The invisible shock wave roared out with the two-headed man, and the undead people wandering around him were swept away, pitiful like weeds caught in the storm. The weapon was shaken away, and the body rotated and floated into the air.

The roaring sound waves turned into invisible waves, pushing the undead people to run away.

The scattered remote undead people who reacted at the first time turned around and fled, and watched their companions hit the ground heavily, watching a living person being rubbed into a ball of flesh and blood in an instant.

The favorite Baisi had already dodged at the first time. He also wanted the biggest reward of this battle, but compared to this reward, he was more excited about recording this thrilling battle.

Judging from the current situation, the large copy with nearly 60 people participating must have failed.

The aftermath slammed the favorite Baisi to the ground, and the ground seemed to have turned into waves, arching his body and rolling forward.

The squeeze and collision between the armor on his body made him receive a continuous reminder of [Life -1].

His body was no different from those players who flew away like rag dolls, just like the leaves swept away in autumn, carried by the wind, completely out of control.

Life was in danger.

Clusters of exploding ashes reminded him that this war would end with the annihilation of the whole army.

"The game is too difficult!" Some people have already started to complain.

Of course, some people are very excited.

The difficulty is high, and it is this difficulty that makes them excited.

However, some people also put forward another point of view.

"Do we still have time to brush it a second time?"

"Do you remember what De Geer said, we don't have much time, which means that this group of wanderers is likely to take the initiative to attack Star Dragon Outpost?"

"No way, is it really that urgent?"

Some people don't believe it, and some people do.

Because this game seems to be completely different from the games they played before, there are no repeated tasks, and there is no chance to start over.

No matter what, they have invested a lot in Star Dragon Outpost, and they must not watch their territory being slaughtered and destroyed.

Some who were still alive, such as Zui Ai Bai Si, had no intention of paying attention to those things. Their eyes were fixed on the two-headed man Bueno, watching the ground fluctuate with every step he took.

An absolute strong man, a giant, it turns out that this BOSS is powerful not only in the length of the blood bar.

The cracked head on its shoulder imitated the blooming of flowers, squirming and drawing an arc that made the stomach unbearable.

"Boom!" The two-headed man suddenly seemed to notice something and sped up his pace.

The ground fluctuations were detonated.

Zui Ai Bai Si felt her body bounce up lightly as the two-headed man ran uncontrollably, as if she was lying on a trampoline.

And it was scorching hot.

"Scorching?" Zui Ai Bai Si seemed to have thought of something and immediately turned her head.

In the camp full of firelight, the body wrapped in flames was dazzling like a god.

It was shorter than the two-headed man.

Every time she walked forward, her body was dripping with scorching heat.

His size is similar to that of an ordinary person, but every step he takes is more powerful than an ordinary person. When he grabbed the broken sword burning with both hands and inserted it into the ground, the flame was hit by the shock wave of "boom".

The flame disappeared, revealing the exquisite golden armor.

The exquisite Rand First Infantry Regiment armor that was about to melt, and the traces of magic patterns engraved on it were ignited by the flame.

The flames on the "god" were burning, but they were extinguished again and again by the shock wave.

Unlike the shaking of the flames, his body remained motionless.

He took off his helmet, revealing his dazzling golden hair.

He grabbed the broken sword with one hand. There was no flame burning on the sword, but there was thick fog.

The sword dance of the carrion-eating princess!

The ugly and savage disaster half of his body protruded from the broken sword.

Tall as a horse, thin as a wolf, and ferocious as a lion.

But he stood behind him like a lover, resting his ugly cracked head on the shoulder of the "god", and looking at the two-headed man with him.

"Boom!" The two-headed man began to run forward.

Linde also went forward.

This was a true war between the great knights, a collision of power and fire.

The two-headed man's eyes rarely showed a trace of uneasiness. Just as Linde could see his power, he could also see that Linde was different.

"Blessed weapons, and a perfectly successful great knight?"

The only thing for the two sides to do was to collide!

The shock wave swept up everything on the ground around him. No one could land on the ground except the two-headed man.

The explosion pushed Lind's body up.

The rage wrapped around his body, even wrapped the scavenger princess behind him, and decorated it with flames to make it look like a burning lion.

Collision!

In an instant, there was no other thing in sight.

A collision, but it seemed that everything was determined.

The repulsive force of the ground that didn't want anyone to stand suddenly faded like a tide.

It was so blatant that it seemed to quickly gather the flames that were completely ignited within a dozen meters.

Corpses fell to the ground one by one.

Zui Ai Bai Si was hit hard by the fall, but fortunately his injury was not too serious and he could still move.

"Lord?" Zui Ai Bai Si's throat was dry.

He felt that he was sweating, even if this was in a game.

Trying to maximize his senses.

The pungent smell of blood, the scorching smell, the burning flames that made his skin painful, and the uneasiness from physiological instincts enveloped him in an instant!

In this situation, when he saw the figure carrying the broken sword again, he actually had a strong impulse in his heart. This scene of killing the BOSS gave him goose bumps.

The armor on his body had been deformed and peeled off from his body like a shell. The rock-hard muscles were covered with a layer of golden light under the reflection of the fire, as if the body was made of gold.

The circular pattern on his chest was still emitting a faint light, as if it had infinite magic power.

Lind's voice came: "Well done, undead people."

"Fortunately, it was recorded!" Favorite Baisi was surprised.