The lord is red again.

Chapter 502 Legend
The vast flock of eagle-shaped monsters spread their wings, blocking the azure sky above their heads. Several layers stacked together looked like a spread out black blanket.

The omnipresent flocks of birds floated across the sky like dark clouds.

Sharp beaks, sharp talons, and enough terrifying numbers to bury a person completely.

Then, as if they had received some kind of signal, they began to rush towards the ruined fortress where Lind was. Their feathers cut through the cold wind like ice knives scraping on the ice, leaving behind a series of harsh and sharp sounds.

There was a rumbling sound, and Lind looked up and found that dust began to shake inside the fortress.

Holding the potion, he rushed out through the stone wall without caring whether there were any unexplored corners inside the fortress.

The chilly wind blew towards his face.

Linde suddenly realized that he really preferred a warmer environment to a cold one.

The molten armor quickly wrapped around his body, including his head.

At this time, he also discovered the difference in the surrounding environment. The light became very dim, which was impossible to happen on the top of a snow-capped mountain at an extremely high altitude. Occasionally, dark clouds would flow around the hillside of the snow-capped mountain.

He looked up and saw a terrifying group of huge eagle-shaped monsters.

They were like blood-sucking insects chasing after the smell of blood, crowded together and looking crazy.

The frenzied eagle-shaped monsters began to rush over one after another, as crazy as if they were coming out of the cave to look for food. Lind retreated with a long blade in his hand.

The long blade from the Melted Armor has nothing special about it. It just has a small piece of magic ring fragment fused into it. It is stronger and seems to have some effect on fire.

With a turn of his wrist, the flame appeared on the top of the snowy mountain like a stretched single-wing, with the long blade in Lind's right hand as the starting point.

If it was placed far away, one would be able to see a pair of outstretched blade wings high up in a rugged snow-capped mountain range, sweeping across, cutting a huge hole in the black blanket of the sky.

He chopped it again vertically, and the gap became even bigger.

The eagle-shaped monster that was attacked fell to the ground in a charred state.

But the gap in numbers was still too big. It was the first time that Lind truly felt what those bosses who were besieged and killed by the undead felt.

The eagle's beak, as sharp as a razor, stabbed down at him, like a killer who was waiting for only one chance to strike, dropping from the sky, leaving him no way to avoid it and only able to face it head-on.

Fighting in an environment that was unfavorable to him, Lind was a little stretched.

The Molten Armor helped him provide flame support, but this was a snowy mountain with extremely low temperatures that could freeze people to death in a short period of time.

Lind fought and retreated, trying to find a place where he could hide.

"Can't we kill them all? Where did these things come from?"

He is quite powerful, and I have to make at least one strike from him before he dies. If I continue to fight, I will surely be exhausted to death.

While Lind was distracted and dealing with the problem, he was also looking for an escape route. He only needed to wait a moment and take some time to try to take the potion to advance.

"There's a cave."

The excellent sight helped Lind find an escape route. He turned and rushed over. As he dived into the air, golden skeleton arms stretched out from his cloak that was pulled straight by the wind.

The ghosts crawled out and looked up at the flock of birds swooping down like knives from the sky.

"Stop them!"

Ghosts, who are immune to physical damage, are great for dealing with flocks of birds.

They let out ghostly roars and rushed towards the group of eagle-shaped monsters in the sky. They used their rotten ghost arms, broken swords, tattered skull hammers, etc. to poke and smash the heads of the eagle-shaped monsters, and used the force to jump upwards just before the corpses fell out of control.

Slowly the golden figure was submerged by the black flock of birds and could no longer be seen, barely delaying Linde for a certain amount of time.

He ran headfirst into the cave.

With a crackling sound, the monsters rushed in madly, or rather, forced their way in.

Gradually, the entire mountain was surrounded by the group of eagle-shaped monsters, and the snow-white mountain turned into a dark monster mountain.

The impact is getting worse.

Linde didn't expect these things to be so crazy.

"We must not go to war with the undead."

He swiftly chopped the charging monsters with one hand, watching them crush the bodies of his companions into rotten meat and push them towards him.

The cave had been completely stained by animal blood, and the smell of feces and blood was not pleasant.

Linder took out a bottle of potion.

He seemed to be in a hurry, but in fact he could easily fight fiercely and concentrate on promotion at the same time by dividing his attention.

Storm Knight passed by the potion and drank it in one gulp.

This move was a bit risky. He did not prepare, pray, or feel the throbbing of his soul in advance, but Lind still drank the potion.

There was a moment when, after drinking the potion, Lind felt that he suddenly stepped into the mud, and what was worse was that the mud actually seeped into the boot. When he moved his toes slightly, the mud began to surge between his fingers.

What was worse was the slimy, squirming feeling that crawled up his ankles, to his knees, thighs, and waist until it completely engulfed him.

……

In the snow-capped and bustling snow-capped mountains, the wriggling "Eagle-shaped Monster Mountain" that seemed to be breathing had been struggling like this for a long time.

Finally, no reinforcements were seen in the distant sky anymore, and the price was that several nearby snow-capped mountains were occupied by monsters and turned into darkness.

Among the towering peaks, a blue figure suddenly rushed out.

He stood in a bow stance with a sword in hand, and within the blue light of his soul was a burning high-temperature armor.

After this figure appeared, he did not use any range attack, but moved forward with the simplest chopping posture, killing one beast at a time, without even using the "diffusion" effect.

The sun and the moon rotate in the sky, and the chopping continues.

Looking from the outside, you can only see the group of monsters wrapped into a giant moving ball, which is big enough to connect the ground and the clouds in the sky.

Lind stepped on the corpse of the eagle-shaped monster and moved forward slowly. The pressure in his mind was gradually released.

After drinking the "Storm Rider's Path" potion, Lind felt the changes in his soul, as if his soul was growing and trying to transcend the constraints of the body. This was definitely not good news.

My consciousness is several times faster than before, but my body is very sluggish and I feel like I can't keep up at all.

This is the body of an old noble in the internal beta test, and it was considered a small BOSS level until the public beta test. Unexpectedly, it could not even bear the power of the legendary Storm Knight.

Lind had no choice but to let his soul try to adapt to the body. He had no intention of becoming a ghost yet.

Continuous chopping could barely satisfy his needs, and he could stabilize himself through consumption.

At this moment, Lind felt as if he had the power condensed from the vast ocean, turning into a fierce weapon. He was confident enough to be able to split any enemy in half, and split everything that stood in his way, even space and time.

He knew that all this was an illusion, but it was difficult to ensure that he would not fall into it.

Slowly, a feeling of exhaustion came over me.

The soul finally squeezed completely into the body.

Both parties need to adapt to each other.

The legendary Storm Knight is also the highest level that Lind can reach by drinking potions. Calculated based on the level of the undead, it is in the range of 51-60, which is also a mainstay level in the magic land.

The light on his body quickly shrank, and the fused armor stuck to his body, making him look much thinner than before. He turned gracefully, his wrist turned quickly, and the blade harvested lives.

Speed, faster.

Lind looked down at the countless eagle-shaped monster corpses below, and grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands.

The simplest way to deal with it.

Chop vertically!

The Warcraft ball was split into two halves. Unlike before, he is now a legend. Without the basic strength to hold him back, Lind's combat explosiveness directly entered the 5th to 6th ring range.

Even if he runs into the king of corruption, he dares to fight him, provided that the other party does not let the dogs go.

Azure Soul Cutting.

Sweep horizontally and chop vertically.

Invisible air waves swept across the mountains. The sharp claws and dark eagle eyes of the monsters dimmed in the sweeping attack that tried to change the terrain, causing a rain of corpses to fall on the mountain.

"It's like they poured me a glass of blood-red wine to celebrate my entry into legend."

Lin De stood on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, looking up at the endless swarm of monsters that covered the sky and were impossible to kill.

The armor mask shattered, and he took out the second bottle of potion and drank it.

If your body can still bear it, then it’s better to do it today than to wait for another day.

This time he drank the Molten Knight Path potion. Logically speaking, drinking the Undead Knight Path potion is the best choice. Just like Win Raven, he will not die even if his head is blown up, and he can recover even if his heart is pierced. He is a completely immortal monster and is most suitable for a protracted battle.

But taking increasingly advanced potions wasn't like the earliest potions.

For example, if a potion for the Grand Knight class goes wrong after drinking it, the only thing that will happen is that the body will undergo a mutation, just like the dragon-skin armorer Bard, who will grow an extra arm.

There is also Lance, the frost archer, with antlers growing out of his head.

Their paths to advancement were blocked, but their lives were not in danger.

If you go further, one wrong step will turn it directly into sticky pus.

Lind could even feel that if he made a mistake when drinking the Molten Knight Path potion this time, he would most likely be absorbed by the Molten Armor.

After all, the other party was once called a "god", which is a kind of peculiar "god skin".

The potion tastes cool and is quite good.

"Ok?"

He was trying to do two things at once, dealing with the suicidal attack of the beasts while observing the changes in his body.

No new fruit appeared on the "career tree", but a fruit that had already appeared suddenly began to tremble and burn.

The forge dominates the path for the fire knight.

Should it be a direct fusion, converting the path from the Fire Supply Knight to the Molten Knight, or should the two be separated.

Of course, it is to combine the two. He has long realized the limit of drinking potions. Even if he finds a more advanced potion formula from the Master of the Furnace in the future, he probably won't drink it again.

And the probability is very low.

Nothing seemed to have changed. The Fire Knight became the Molten Knight and was also upgraded to the legendary level.

Lind could feel his strong affinity for fire. Unlike the Fire Knight who could passively use fire but could not ignite fire and could only rely on the Sun Knight's fire, he could now also ignite fire.

The fire brewed in his heart, and then exploded under his absolute control.

Large numbers of monsters died and magma surged on the ground.

Thick smoke rose from the sky, which had long been dominated by black, blocking the view.

When Lind looked down, he saw that he had successfully influenced the terrain.

"The third bottle, Dragon Knight, I don't seem to have any dragons." Linde raised his head and drank the potion, then threw the bottle aside.

It doesn't matter whether there is a dragon or not.

……

Enstad continent.

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, wearing a wolfskin coat and carrying a hammer, walking forward cautiously.

Animal skins are the characteristic clothing of this ice and snow country. The purpose of the hammer is to look good. After all, he is named Thor. Using the staff feels like climbing over the wall to Loki's side.

"Ouch!"

There were wolves howling in the distance. I was Thor, the God of Thunder, and I raised my head to imitate the wolf howls. Soon, two wild wolves with shoulder height of two meters came running over.

One of the two wolves has snow-white fur, which is very beautiful, while the other has jet-black fur, which makes it look cool and cold.

In order to raise these two wolves, I, Thor, rejected another wizard profession and chose the current auxiliary profession, but he does not regret it at all. Whether you are powerful or not is a matter of one version, but whether you are handsome or not is a matter of a lifetime.

When others were jealous of getting pet cats in the devil's land, I, Thor, already had two handsome and powerful wolves as helpers. Therefore, I usually acted alone when doing tasks, unless my friends came online and forced me to do tasks together.

"What's going on ahead?"

I am Thor, the God of Thunder. I can understand what my two wolves are saying, but sometimes I have to guess.

What he liked most was the peculiar realistic style of this game, just like the two black and white wolves he was raising now. He really raised them from childhood to adulthood. When the wolf cubs were still young, he took the two wolves out to hunt weak beasts.

When we become stronger, they will take me, the God of Thunder, to hunt down powerful enemies.

The feelings between the two sides can no longer be summarized by games and players. When a person enters another world during sleep every day, and the time experienced and things encountered here are far more than those in the human world, can people still distinguish between reality and games?

He doesn't know about others, but I am Thor, the God of Thunder, and I am very sure that the relationship between me and the two wolves is real.

"My grass!"

There is no need for the Black and White Wolves to explain the situation. I, Thor, the God of Thunder, can see the changes in the distance. The dark sky is simply suffocating.

"Wait, why do you look so familiar to me?"

He took out his telescope.

There are tutorials on the forum for some props that are helpful for undead people to act alone, such as "compass", "telescope", "papermaking", etc.

A compass is helpful to most undead, as it is difficult for them to determine which direction they are facing.

Not to mention papermaking and printing. It is their successful invention that allows the undead to write books and draw pictures at will in this world. The sales of many books and comics written and drawn by the undead themselves are terrifying.

Finally, the telescope can quickly detect the enemy situation.

"Aren't those bald birds over level 20? How many are there? Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions?"

I am Thor, the God of Thunder, taking a deep breath.

Judging from the size of the body, it was still very far away. He thought about it and turned to leave.

It’s too dangerous ahead, let’s run away.

(End of this chapter)