The lord is red again

Linde stepped into the gate of Prey Town again. Half a month later, he didn't expect that everything had changed.

"Is he the mayor of Prey Town?"

Linde looked at the man in front of him who was chained by the undead.

He had seen Ronin before, although he was not very familiar with him.

"Are you the master of this group of red-eyed mad dogs?" Mad Wolf looked at Linde and did not immediately mention the name of Lady Serin: "Who are you?"

"An... old stubborn?" Linde tried to find an adjective that suited him.

"Old noble?" Mad Wolf pulled the corner of his mouth.

He looked past the undead dressed as wanderers and looked at the two soldiers following behind Linde.

Rand infantry armor, elite equipment.

"Wanderers! I don't care what these old nobles promised you! Kill him!" Mad Wolf shouted at the top of his voice: "Kill this abandoned thing of the old era. I am loyal to a powerful new noble. We represent the order of the new era. You can get women, territories, and rights!"

"Fuck!" The undead on the side was startled and kicked Mad Wolf in the back, kicking him to the ground with his head on his head.

"Lord, we are loyal to Star Dragon with our hearts, and we have absolutely no other ideas!"

Someone took action, and the other undead reacted quickly and expressed their opinions.

You are a red-name monster, but you asked us to take action against the head of the Novice Village. Is there something wrong with your brain!

"It seems that your incitement failed," Lind said with some regret.

He was really scared just now, and he really thought that the undead were going to turn against him.

And in the struggle between the new nobles and the old nobles, he was the remnant.

"Can we have a good chat now?" Lind asked Mad Wolf, "I have many questions, such as why you are the mayor of Prey Town."

"I have nothing to say to the remnants of the old times." Mad Wolf showed his determination, his head stiffened, he knew the temperament of these arrogant old nobles.

Conservative, poor, everything is about ritual, and the so-called blood and honor are more important than anything else.

If something arouses the interest of the old nobles, they can even sacrifice their own interests.

This is completely nonsense in the eyes of the new nobles. I will rob you if I like you, and I will rob as much as I can. I am never interested in secrets.

There is no need for Lind to speak to search the mayor's mansion in Prey Town. The undead have already rushed up with eager faces, and their eyes are redder than taking drugs.

Picking up garbage and searching, soon a staggering figure was brought to Lind.

"Lord, he said he is the mayor!" The undead have already started role-playing, and they are excited.

"I remember Ronin is the mayor." Lind turned his head and glanced at Mad Wolf.

It's only been a few days, and the mayor of Prey Town has changed twice. Does it mean that the mayor is on a shift system?

"Ronin is my brother, I'm Rock!" the young man shouted hurriedly.

He hid in the mansion when the conflict occurred, but he didn't expect that this group of people would rush in and arrest people, and they were more brutal than the mountain bandits, and almost robbed everything.

"So, you know what he knows?" Linde pointed at the kneeling Mad Wolf.

"Yes, I know! I know everything!" Rock nodded hurriedly. He was more sincere than Mad Wolf, and he would not despise the old nobles.

Whoever has a sword is a noble!

Beliefs and dignity can be very flexible.

Linde nodded with satisfaction, took off the broken sword behind him and looked at Mad Wolf: "It seems that you are not very lucky."

"You... wait!" Mad Wolf discovered that this old noble did not seem to be so conservative.

Shouldn't he force me to tell him what secrets I have? Even if Rock doesn't know everything, he has a lot in his heart...

"I just need someone who knows the secret." Linde raised the broken sword of the carrion-eating princess and slashed it down with a sudden blow, and the mad wolf's head was easily cut off.

Blood gushed out.

Linde had long passed the naive time of forcing intelligence. He would kill the enemy if he could, and there was no need to ask anything.

It was hard to tell the truth from the false, which only added to his troubles.

The most important thing was that he saw that the mad wolf had a secret, and he would not let the mad wolf control him, even if he lost the so-called secret.

"Tell me what you know." He looked at Rock.

Rock glanced nervously at the position of the mad wolf's head, and his head died with his eyes open.

The mad wolf who made him unable to resist, the mad wolf who was ready to undermine him, actually died in such a simple way?

Gulp!

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he opened his mouth: "I will answer all your questions! I, I can swear to the sun!"

He did not overestimate his own ability and asked Linde to promise not to kill him.

Linde gently wiped the broken sword. The broken sword of the scavenging princess was not delicate, but it was a rare divine weapon in the eyes of the undead at this stage. The leather gently rubbed against the lines on the sword body. The slow movement seemed to also indicate that Linde was in a very calm mood now.

With the help of the sword and the corpse, Rock spoke very quickly.

The mad wolf came from the east, east of the foothills of the Red Dragon Mountain.

Come through the Dragon Tooth Mountain Road.

The "lord" he was loyal to was Lord Serin, a superior who surpassed the Great Knight. It is said that the walls of Prey Town could not stop him, and the cliffs could not stop him.

And Lord Serin was loyal to the new noble at the foothills of the Red Dragon Mountain, Lord Leon, whom Linde had heard of a long time ago.

Lord Serin tried to control the forces west of the Red Dragon Mountain and sent out many of his men, including Mad Wolf and Old Mand, the 'hyena' that Lind had met before.

"...Mad Wolf thought that Old Mander and the Wanderer had a conflict, so he wanted the power of Prey Town." Rock really didn't hide anything, but he quietly concealed that he had sent people to Longya Mountain Road to invite Lord Serin to come. It won't take a few days for Lord Serin to come, and Mad Wolf died again, doesn't it mean...

Speaking, Rock turned his head and looked at the undead people who were beating bandits.

I'm afraid Mad Wolf couldn't imagine that the "people he thought of" were not Wanderers, nor red-eyed mad dogs, but these crazy people.

These people just inexplicably put on the clothes of Wanderers, and then inexplicably touched over and launched a surprise attack on the city.

If Mad Wolf didn't mistake them for his own people, even if he would lose, he wouldn't end the battle in such a short time.

Mad Wolf died unjustly.

Lind nodded and changed the subject: "So why are you the mayor, and what about Ronin?"

"My brother is in the dungeon." Rock gritted his teeth and said immediately: "My lord! I can swear allegiance to you, and I can declare that the entire Prey Town belongs to you!"

"Ah?" Lind thought he had heard it wrong.

He had already completely taken over Prey Town, and also captured the soldiers of Prey Town. Do you still need your loyalty?

Prey Town is already my trophy. You give me my things?

"Thank you for your kindness, maybe it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Lind looked down on Prey Town. The environment here is average, and the city wall is not as high as the Star Dragon Outpost. Compared with a military station and a small town, it is indeed a bit bullying.

Not to mention that the Mad Sage Village is closer to the Star Dragon Outpost and has more convenient transportation.

There is absolutely no reason for him to move to Prey Town.

But this place also needs management. Some people ran out of hiding during the commotion of the undead "picking up garbage". The undead only wanted to rob, but the NPCs thought they were going to chop them up, and ran out screaming.

When they saw a lot of people squatting in the small square in front of them, they immediately gathered in the small square like a lamb that had strayed from the flock, squatting with their heads in their hands.

Even without Lind saying anything or giving any instructions, more and more people came over and squatted.

"Old Chelly!" Lind saw a familiar person, and his eyes lit up.

Old Chelly, a businessman who was very good at doing business, was often ripped off when Lind bought things from him.

I didn't expect this old guy to be able to live intact until now.

Old Chelly, who used to force Lind to do business, walked towards Lind after hearing his name being called. He was decadent, with his shoulders drooping, and there was a tragic and heroic spirit of facing death.

"Do you want to be the mayor?"

Old Chelly, who was originally ready to be chopped by Lind to vent his anger, was stunned, and his throat squeezed out his feelings at the moment like a duck.

"Ah?"