The lord is red again.

Chapter 576: The Old Woman with a Sack
Crossing the dark canyon-like pit.

The sunlight mixed with the magical mist that blew from nowhere, covering the body with a layer of golden gauze. The black spots moving quickly in the air attracted the attention of Linde and the others.

They circled in the air and suddenly dived when they got close to the magic castle.

The first touch did not achieve the expected effect. It was like it hit some kind of updraft and was slowly lifted up in altitude.

It took several attempts to land successfully.

Lind had anticipated this. His eyes opened the live broadcast rooms of several undead people. They were like ravens helping him explore the way, showing him everything in full detail.

He turned his gaze to the Rabbit Tooth Witch standing next to him.

The other party was studying something. It was obvious that Lind had needed her help in making the magic ring fragment potion, which had brought her a lot of pressure.

Behind every crazy idea there is a crazy implementer, and they work well together.

But if she could get the "Furnace", perhaps the Rabbit Tooth Witch would have a higher chance of success, including mass production of potions.

"When are we going over?" asked Miss Mickel.

The buck teeth she showed when she spoke were very eye-catching, making people subconsciously linger on them and couldn't help but look at them several more times.

"My magical talent is not enough."

The rabbit-toothed witch grinned at him, her red cheeks looking like sweet and juicy apples. "You? In the words of the crystal mentor, you are definitely the one with the biggest brain among the barbarians who wield greatswords with their muscles."

“Hahahaha.” Lind was not angry. “It’s time to let the Crystal Mage do more work.”

"Hey (*^▽^*)"

The sniggering Bunny-Tooth Witch expressed her strong approval with a small expression.

"Then we'll set off later." He said, "We need to establish a base inside."

……

The undead separated tacitly after entering the magic castle.

Everyone "parachuted" to a different area.

This is a great place to play a game of "Chicken Eating", but it is still in level-breaking mode and requires everyone to work together.

The sealed Dark Mage Dio fell to the ground, his feet landed in the castor bushes. He couldn't stand firmly and rolled forward subconsciously. Playing this game taught him what rolling is.

When I stood up, there were castor beans stuck to my body, some of which were pulling at my trouser legs and some of which were stuck to my hair.

“Do you have to be so real?”

He complained in his mind, but his hands reacted quickly and he immediately took out props to lower his voice to prevent something from suddenly jumping out from the front.

This was a small forest. When he landed just now, he noticed that the entire magic school was roughly divided into several areas.

The school area, the tower area, some villages on the outskirts, and the forest where they are now, the huge area is enough for them to explore for a week or two, especially the main body of the magic castle, which gives people an atmosphere that there must be a BOSS lurking.

It’s not that he has learned to perceive, but it’s the inertial intuition that naturally arises from people who have been playing games for years.

My eyes quickly swept over the lush treetops, and after a closer look, I realized that the trees were already bare, and it was the mutant thorny vines that were entangled with the dead trees, creating the illusion of prosperity.

He tiptoed forward, but a completely dried-up creek blocked his way. Years of erosion by the river had caused soil loss, exposing the roots of dead trees like the devil's tentacles.

There was a sound of flapping wings overhead, and the hoarse cry startled the undead.

Suddenly he had a fantastic feeling of entering a strange world, and the corpse that suddenly appeared not far ahead confirmed his guess. It was a male corpse wearing a loose wizard robe, with his face bitten off by a huge mouth, and the blood should have been sucked away from that place as well.

There were a lot of dried blood stains on his clothes, but the ground beneath him was clean.

"He's been dead for a while." He lowered his head and sniffed lightly.

In fact, it is not necessary to be so troublesome. Even in the magical world, white maggots will grow on corpses and roll around in the rotten flesh texture, which is so terrible that it makes people want to vomit.

But some steps are essential.

"I look very professional." With a smug smile, he turned around and looked around.

The thing that ate the human face must be some kind of ferocious monster or disaster. After experiencing the main battle, the detailed side quests also had a considerable appeal to him, and for some reason he suddenly felt uneasy.

After walking a little further, he initially followed the path, but after finding that the path was winding and obviously a detour, he chose to go in a straight line.

The target is the tall tower with a head popping out of the forest ahead.

Then, another body.

Again, the face was bitten off violently, leaving large patches of dirty blood on the ground. It seemed that the monster did not follow the principle of not wasting anything this time.

The sealed Dark Wizard Dio searched the body carefully. Based on his experience, he concluded that since the monster that took away the face was so anxious, it must not have had time to search the body thoroughly.

"really!"

He gained a lot.

A crossbody bag that looks like it's made of lizard skin, but it's locked with buttons made of magic stones. The undead are keen on picking up trash and opening boxes, and they have seen a lot of similar magical creations.

Violently destroying the button will result in the destruction of everything inside.

The most correct method should be to use the decryption method, first do this and then do that... The cracking steps found on the Internet are all like this. If you are too lazy to read the extremely long cause and effect, just get the answer directly.

Or you can use a formula.

The sealed Dark Mage Dio didn't even memorize the formula, he could only search for relevant graphic tutorials.

"found it."

He tapped the magic stone button with his fingers, and the jumping magic runes randomly arranged and combined to form a lock that was not very strong.

He gestured and searched for the magic runes one by one, and then substituted the numbers into the formula. After gesturing on the ground for a while, with a "click", the cross-body bag was unlocked.

"It's more tiring than beating a boss. I hate arithmetic the most."

He pulled the cross-body bag over and threw it toward the ground, and a lot of things immediately fell out of it.

Four parchment scrolls, a book, a magic wand, two keys, and something that was probably an amulet or a badge. In a world with too complicated beliefs and gods everywhere, it is difficult to determine who it belongs to based on the badge.

He examined the magic wand.

"A three-ring cane?" A surprising discovery.

It is certain that the Tianxing School of Magic is definitely a high-quality area. If the things picked up from the garbage here are placed in other places, they can even be regarded as artifacts, which are better than the one in his hand. However, he has to take it back for identification and find someone to help experiment with its specific functions and enhance its durability. It would be best if a few stones are inlaid on it.

The first thing that comes to mind when getting good equipment is definitely to modify it.

Then he opened the parchment scroll.

The handwriting on it was very clear. The first two were some kind of recipe, and the last two were letters. It seemed that the words were about finding someone and asking him to return the books to the library as soon as possible.

"Something was chasing him, then it pounced on him and bit off his face." The strange and fragmented task intrigued him to investigate the matter. The undead always have endless energy.

No matter what, his next target is still the tall tower ahead.

He didn't encounter any danger along the way. The road was very bad and a bit difficult, but fortunately he finally got through all the difficulties and obstacles and arrived in front of the tower.

There are hazelnut trees planted around it, tilted and swaying like drunkards who are unable to stand steadily.

There was a sudden sound of "dong" in front of them. An old woman covered in a rag-sack-like robe appeared in the distance.

She was about 1.80 meters tall, and the sack stuck to her body revealed her belly in circles. Her face was not clearly visible under the hood, but two glowing scarlet spots could be seen among her dirty hair.

He was holding an oil lamp in his hand, and the aged skin on the back of his hand reminded him of the bark of the dead tree he had seen in the woods just now.

However, the opponent did not show a red name, so he was not an enemy.

"Hello." He took the initiative to greet.

He held the wand tightly in his hand. In case there was a conflict later, he would make sure to release the most powerful magic at the first moment.

The other person took heavy steps forward, and the flesh under the sack trembled along with it, which made people feel a little sick.

When the wand was raised, the other party also stopped.

It seemed as if his actions irritated the other party, but strangely, she did not have a red name and was still looking at him without hostility.

But the feeling of oppression still exists.

As a "glass cannon", he can't even deal with some groups of low-level disaster wolves. Only a long enough distance can give him a sense of security.

Neither of them moved until the other spoke in a dry voice.

"You shouldn't be here."

Her voice was hoarse and sounded very painful, as if a fishbone was stuck in the trachea. You could tell that she had a hard time swallowing her saliva every time she spoke, but gave up on this attempt for some reason.

"I came here by accident and got separated from my companions by accident." The undead man pointed to the top of his head and gestured.

It's good to be able to communicate.

“This is my tower!”

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way."

The two sides remained in a silent stalemate for a while, until the old woman with the sack walked forward. When she came to the side of the undead man, she became a little nervous because there was no smell of blood coming from the other person.

It has a very strong fragrance, and my body seems to feel a lot lighter when I smell it.

"Lost?" asked the old woman with the sack.

"I had set this tower as my goal before. I walked this way, and my next goal will be the magic castle." The undead man told the truth, "My companion will definitely walk over there too. There is a high probability that we will run into each other."

"That's not a good place." The old woman with the sack grinned.

Because the distance was very close, this time the sealed Dark Mage Dio saw clearly the face under his hood. He had an exaggeratedly big mouth, and when he grinned, he revealed two rows of densely packed teeth like steel needles.

The light is cold and eerie.

He wondered in his mind whether this mouth could bite off a person's face, but the answer was uncertain.

“But as long as you are careful enough and avoid things that can hear noises,” the old woman with the sack restrained her smile, “and keep walking, remembering to avoid the light, you may arrive safely.”

"possible?"

"possible."

The communication between the two sides came to a stalemate again.

They were face to face, and it didn't seem like the situation was that bad.

"People have been escaping from the magic castle before." The old woman with the sack said, "They are taking the knowledge and treasures inside with them and are running around in panic. If you rush over, you might be able to make a fortune."

"Isn't this the Tianxing School of Magic?" the undead asked, "I thought as long as this area is included."

"Of course not, only that castle." The old woman with the sack shook her head.

The sealed Dark Mage Dio went a step further: "Do you mind chatting? I want to know what happened here and why the entire Tianxing Magic School flew up from the ground and floated over a huge pit."

"I don't like to talk too much nonsense with others." The old woman with the sack said, "But you are lucky today, come in."

"Thank you." When the undead man expressed his gratitude, he also agreed in his heart with what the other party said. However, when he heard the difficult way of speaking, he felt as if there was a dull fishbone stuck in his throat.

He couldn't help drinking vinegar and eating bread with big mouthfuls. His throat was a little tight.

The old woman with the sack pushed open the door of the tower and walked in first.

It's very spacious here, but a little dark.

As they entered, the candles burned automatically.

"Magic." The old woman with the sack said, "This used to be the wizard tower of a legendary wizard. She loved to enjoy it. Are you a wizard too?"

"Yes, wizard." The sealed dark wizard Dio nodded.

A wizard who is only good at releasing destructive magic, never talks about wars of attrition and protracted warfare, and only uses the most powerful magic. After launching an attack, if he cannot kill the enemy, he can only wait for the enemy to kill him.

"Welcome wizard," she said.

"I heard that it was magic made with the hand of a wizard or a sorcerer. You can have whatever you want, an invisible elf servant." The old woman with the sack giggled, making people worry whether she would suddenly grab a Smurf and put it in her mouth.

Anyway, there was absolutely no sense of incongruity when she was stirring the pot and laughing strangely while making soup.

The chair was automatically pulled open, and the undead man sat down after seeing the other person sit down.

The kettle on the table flew up, tilted slightly and poured out a stream of boiling hot milk tea. The cup in front of it splashed the milk tea all over the table.

The rag came over consciously and wiped the milk tea on the table clean.

It felt very magical, he had never seen such detailed application of magic anywhere else. Perhaps this was the charm of Tianxing School of Magic, a wizard school.

He took a sip of the milk tea and found it tasted very good.

"I'll give you some advice," said the old woman with the sack. "If you go forward and get closer to the magic castle, you will definitely encounter a group of terrible flying dragons. They are brown and very fast. They have long and sharp beaks like woodpeckers and make shrill calls."

"Flying dragon?" The undead man became more interested.

Maybe he could grab a new mount that wouldn't require him to ride this iron creation.

"Chicken stewed with hazelnuts?" she suddenly asked. "The hazelnuts are dropped from the hazelnut trees outside. They smell delicious. Be careful with your tongue and don't swallow them."

"Haha, I'm just hungry." The undead who still intends to explore more secrets will definitely not refuse the invitation.

Then the old woman with the sack showed him the process of stewing the chicken.

It was a huge crucible, and he was stirring it with a large spoon in both hands. Fortunately, there was no strange laughter.

When the chicken soup is served in the bowl, the aroma fills the air.

He took a bite and found that he gained bonus to physical strength and magicka recovery.

"It smells great!" The undead man gave a thumbs up.

"Eat something else?" The old woman with the sack was happy that someone could appreciate the food she made. "You must be curious about why I became like this. It must be a terrible curse."

She was ready to start talking.

(End of this chapter)