The lord is red again.

Chapter 515: Reinforcements from the Waste Stone Mountains

The south of the demonic land.

Waste rock mountains.

Gold Claw Quick immediately led his team to meet up with the reinforcements, and the soldiers, shouting "The flame will never go out", were ready for battle.

Reinforcements from all sides are gathering here, but they are just a drop in the bucket.

A mercenary group called "Strong Beast Legion" joined the war forcefully and tried to replace Gold Claw Quick's position as the leader on the battlefield.

The man leading the legion is Owen Strongbeast, a former defector.

Escaping from the Waste Stone Mountains is not an isolated case. Many people will stay here for the future of their race and defend this place with their lives, but there are also people who, after their strength has improved, choose to go north in order to have a more stable future.

Grand Duke Hein's territory is more suitable for them, where everyone can get the life they want.

At this time, Owen Qiangshou was standing where Jinzhua Kuake was standing. In front of him was a sand table with some simple information recorded on it.

There are several wizards who are good at reconnaissance in his team. They can use their magical eagle eyes to observe the enemy and anticipate their moves.

Relying on its leisurely fighting style, the "Strong Beast Legion" has gained considerable fame.

“It’s a mess.”

Owen Strongbeast clenched his fists and raised his hands to overturn the table.

With a crash, the food on the table scattered all over the floor.

Several mercenaries who were about to eat looked at Owen in amazement.

What are you doing?
"Gold Claw Quick is not suitable for this place! Now we need to save and deal with the mess here!"

The beast's nest attacked, and a fan-shaped encirclement trapped them from southwest to southeast. The eight thousand soldiers brought by the strong beast legion were already ready in important positions.

But when he saw the almost endless tide of beasts and the giant beasts that blocked out the sky and the sun behind the tide, Owen still felt his scalp tingling.

He remembered that the situation had not become so bad when he left.

The battle has begun, with magic artillery and monsters firing at each other.

There were also some flying monsters that rushed into the front line at the first opportunity and engaged in air battles with the soldiers. Dazzling rays of light were flying, occasionally sweeping the ground, splashing up clouds of dust.

It often even affects our own soldiers.

Fighting in the air is not something that ordinary soldiers can do. Only the elite can leap into the air.

However, those hostile air magic weapons are not as flexible and accurate as imagined.

Owen was given a splitting headache by the mess of information.

He came back this time to prove that he was not a traitor and to help the King of Kings take over a piece of territory that the other party might not care about at all. But no matter what the reason was, he came back to fight after all.

This is what Owen himself thought. He came back to join the battle with great power, so his hometown people should be grateful to him. However, he did not have the opportunity to be a hero. The situation was worse than he had imagined, and the beast tide's offensive was unprecedented.

"We should retreat!"

The mercenary leaders beside him said to Owen.

This is a rational choice. The beast tide is unmatched, endless and powerful. The truly rational behavior would be to turn around and run away.

Owen gritted his teeth. He didn't want to do this, especially when he saw a familiar figure rushing up. He didn't want to admit that he was inferior to the other party.

Running away from the other person's eyes... again?
Gold Claw Quick advanced slowly, weapon in hand.

Swing the sword in your hand quickly, and when the blade breaks or curls, replace it with a knife. In short, chop and chop non-stop.

He was like a swordsman who faced the waves alone, fearless.

Above the noisy and bustling mountains, flames roared.

A giant beast sensed the presence of Gold Claw Quick and unleashed its anger without hesitation. The heat wave from the explosion knocked Gold Claw Quick over.

The weapon was melted directly, including one of his arms.

The situation of the people and monsters around was even worse. They were torn into pieces by the explosion, thrown high into the air, and then scattered everywhere.

The beast tide absolutely cannot understand surrender, fortunately they have no intention of doing so.

"Behind us is the Nest of Eternal Summer!" Gold Claw Quick held a one-handed sword in his left hand, like raising a flag of faith.

However, the beast tide had already turned into a devastating torrent, rushing down and tearing open the defense line with teeth, claws, magic or bodies.

No one can bear it.

There was only death wherever they passed, and the ground was quickly dyed red during the attack. The target of the beast tide might not be the Eternal Summer's Nest, they just wanted to move forward.

"Can you catch up?"

At the beginning of the beast tide, Gold Claw Quick sensed that something was wrong and contacted Scar who was working with the Black Knight, but time was too tight and he was too anxious, so he did not wait for a reply.

……

Linde felt the power in himself.

There is no substantial correlation between demigods and the level of strength they have reached. It can be seen from their weak magical age that they cannot even defeat the undead who have made careful preparations before the war.

But the leap in life level allowed Lind to feel that his power had become broader.

For example, gods all have their own knights.

He can also have his own powerful knights and let them fight for him. The first person Lind thought of was the undead. Although the undead have no loyalty, if the undead fight for him as a knight, their effectiveness will be at least several times stronger.

The only problem is probably that he is too despicable. Being despicable is very embarrassing and not conducive to the spread of his image. Even Lind can imagine that if all his "knights" are undead, other people's impression of him will become "the aggressive Khorne", "the cunning Tzeentch", "the destructive Nurgle" and "the bottom-less and endless Slaanesh".

The behavior of the knights will, to a certain extent, reflect the image of the god. Lind has great trust in the undead and believes that as long as he has such a group of "loyal knights", his image will definitely not improve.

Especially the image of Slaanesh, absolutely no one can surpass it.

"Fortunately, I am not a true god. I just want to use some of the divine power."

There are indeed existences that truly meet his needs, but it is too difficult to create from scratch. Lind believes that the "old nobles" are more in line with his needs. If they are ring knights who can control their reason, Lind will gain a group of BOSS-level knights.

In battles of the same level, the nearly invincible Ring Knight can even wrestle with gods.

There are other benefits to becoming a demigod.

Lind found that his "skill tree" began to change. The trunk of the tree was developing into a human shape, and the different branches of power that hung on the branches like fruits were slowly gathering under the guidance of the power to form a ball.

Finally, the giant carried the huge ball on his shoulders, as if he was really carrying the magic ring on his body.

This reminded Lind of a story he had heard about Avesta. Legend has it that there were actually four of the Three Gods. They forged the magic ring, and the giant Avesta, the twin brother of the Sun's Witness, carried the magic ring on his shoulders and finally hung it in the sky.

Myths may be exaggerated, but they may also be true.

The magic ring was broken, and the moon in the sky had long been broken. It seemed that everyone's source of power had been closely related to the moon since someone knew when.

If the story is true, Avesta most likely carried the moon on his shoulders and hung it in the sky, but you know, stories are just stories.

Lind had a strange feeling at this moment. He realized that his body seemed to be trying to trust this story, and then urged him to quickly entangle with the giant power of Avesta, completely accept the divine skin, abandon the power of other gods, and then embark on the path of collecting divine skins, and finally become another 'giant' Avesta.

The magic ring is fake, it is just the power of various different channels within Lind's body.

The giant was also fake, not the 'giant' Avesta in the story. Not only that, he felt his body getting taller and taller.

Rather than drinking the Giant potion, his body was getting used to turning into a Giant directly.

When one of his consciousness starts to go crazy, his other consciousness will always be calm.

Linde tried to persuade himself and to sober up.

He already had two-thirds of the Story Master's skin, so there was no need to sacrifice it. Even if he was given the power of three gods, he would not be willing to do it. Well, he might consider it.

Finally, Lind came to his senses and gave part of the power of the Story God Skin to the bard, who would be the first "knight" or "angel" under his command.

The ability is to tell stories to the undead, making them crazy about conquering the bosses. Maybe they can defeat the boss and turn the enemy into a friend.

Lind is looking forward to the day when the undead will take down the mighty shield.

"There is another owner of the divine skin, the old man in the scroll, who is hiding in the dark." Lind said, "Find him."

"I?"

The bard pointed to himself.

Unless Lind directly handed over the Story Master's Divine Skin to him, the bard would have no strength to fight against the old man in the scroll.

"I should teach you how to be a qualified NPC."

A bounty wanted notice for the old man in the scroll was issued and spread to every corner of the undead existence in a short period of time.

Mission rewards: Unlock new role-playing systems, a large number of animal teeth, etc.

The undead people looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that the old man in the scroll would also come.

At this time, the old man in the scroll had a complicated expression. He didn't expect that he would still be put on the wanted list, and it was also pointed out that the old man in the scroll was very good at hiding.

The old man in the painting is very confident about this.

He has a very thorough understanding of the undead, and often quietly blends into their conversation topics, using colloquial and ambiguous ways of speaking to easily extract useful information.

Like now, when He enters the area where the undead gather, He can easily blend in and become invisible. Even the undead themselves cannot detect the problem.

“This task is not easy.”

The old man in the scroll complained to his two teammates. His reaction was no different from that of other undead. After all, asking the undead to capture a god with 6-ring strength was tantamount to committing suicide.

However, the two teammates looked at each other.

"Fuck, it's out!"

Isn’t this the benefit delivered right to your door?

He is good at hiding and comes from the continent of Enstad. No matter how you look at it, he is related to the old man in the scroll. Even if he is not related, there must be something wrong with this guy, an NPC disguised as an undead.

"Hold him back and make him stop getting suspicious. I'll go find the bard to hand in the task."

"Row!"

The two hit it off.

……

"What? Found it?"

Linde had just issued a mission through the bard. As a god, he could establish a spiritual connection with his "knights", just like when he had taken refuge in the Abyss, the Abyss would often "chat privately" with him.

"An undead man said that he was wearing a blue cape with the word 'Pepsi' written on it. He was the old man in the scroll in disguise. He disguised himself as an undead to the point where it was difficult to tell the real from the fake."

"It's hard to tell whether it's true or false?"

Lin De really didn't expect that there would be NPCs disguised as undead people. The main thing is that undead people can pretend to be monkeys by sticking fur on them. Want to fool them? Wishful thinking!
"The old man in the painting scroll didn't deceive the undead at all. It's just that the undead mistakenly thought there was a hidden mission, so he pretended not to find out."

They deceived each other, but it was obvious that the undead were superior.

Now that there is a benefit, they will definitely sell it out at the first opportunity. The loyalty of the undead can always be trusted because they have no loyalty at all and can turn against you at any time.

However, it is not so easy to catch the old man in the scroll. He is a 6-ring strong man who is very good at disguise and hiding. If he really wants to run, I will never be able to catch him.

Keeping the other party under your nose for the time being and making him work for you seems to be a good choice. As long as you can delay the other party, there is always a chance to solve the problem by boiling the frog in warm water.

Just when Lind was thinking about how to deal with the old man in the scroll, Scar came to his door.

"My Lord! Another wave of beasts has appeared in the Gravel Mountains."

Linde's eyes lit up. Those beasts were not easy to deal with. They came from other material planes and kept migrating as if following some law. They could not be killed.

The old man just happened to throw the scroll over and get hit by the cannon.

"Okay, hurry all the undead to the Gravel Mountains immediately!"

"what?"

Scar was stunned. He thought Lind would hesitate, consider and finally refuse after hearing the news.

After all, it is no secret that the round-faced Princess Magdalena wants to attack the Misty Rain City and Lind wants to attack the abyss within the Misty Rain City. Military force cannot be abused, let alone in completely opposite directions.

Being able to get a relatively reliable team of mechanical servants is the best outcome Scar could imagine.

"You heard it right!" Linde patted Scar's shoulder, "Gather all the undead and head to the Gravel Mountains!"

Lind appeared in the sight of the undead with a golden [!] on his head.

"Our friend Scar's hometown is being attacked by a tide of beasts! As friends, we should stand side by side with him to deal with it!"

[Mission: Join the Gravel Mountain Expeditionary Force and follow Lind into battle]

[Reward: Open the Gravel Mountain map and Gravel Mountain special costumes]

All the undead here or not received this task.

A large number of undead are ready to join.

Following Lind into the war means that he will participate in person, so he definitely cannot be absent.

In the Gravel Mountains, the violent attack was blocked by the corpses.

Gold Claw Quick stared with bloodshot eyes.

Then the sky suddenly darkened.

"Kill!"

A group of reinforcements dropped from the sky.

There was also a familiar and annoying voice that made Goldclaw Quick laugh out loud.

“The hero has returned!”

"Damn it Scar, you're finally back."

(End of this chapter)