The lord is red again.

Chapter 577: All [? ] Humanoid Red Monsters

The old woman with the sack tells her story.

"A few years ago, I was just an ordinary female worker. I bought some coarse cloth and sewed clothes on this land. I didn't make much money every month. Even though we were next to the magic castle, we didn't enjoy any benefits at all. Those big shots flying around never even looked down at us."

"How did you end up living here?"

"Don't be anxious. The story has just begun." She licked her lips, and her rough tongue slid across her teeth, which were as sharp and dense as steel needles, and across her lips, which were like swollen and rotten wounds.

"I had faith when I was young, but later I changed my faith to money because I couldn't afford to eat. I know that big shots like you look down on us."

"No." The sealed Dark Mage Dio shook his head, "We are all the same."

The worship of money by the people on Earth is definitely no less than that of the people in this world.

"It sounds amazing," the old woman with the sack continued, "and then the sky fell, I think you should understand, just a few years ago, the magic circle."

"uh-huh."

"Just like that!" She raised her hands and gestured, "It fell, piece by piece, just like that!"

The tone of voice is rising.

"As the only non-believer in the family, I was cursed and became what I am now. The curse made my bloated body even fatter and gave me teeth that would get stuck when I eat meat, and rough claws that couldn't hold needles and thread. I was only 17 years old at the time, and I even had my own fiancé, but everything changed after that day. They found the wizard in the magic castle and wanted the wizard to destroy me."

She stopped and a huge wine jug flew over and poured her a full bowl of wine.

He drank it down in one gulp.

The wine overflowed from his mouth, which could not be closed, and seeped out from the dense gaps between his teeth, wetting the table. It is estimated that half a bowl of wine was wasted.

"Ha!" She let out a sigh of relief.

"I look nothing like a girl, old and ugly, right? Those wizard masters captured me and put me in a cage in the cellar. Right there, if you look down from the watchtower, you can see a dungeon on the ground, the kind that is not concealed at all. In addition to me, there are many other things locked up in it, none of them are human, so I am also not a human being when I am locked up in there."

"No." The undead man shook his head, "You are a human being, and a good one at that."

Everything can lie, except Red Name.

Even though she looked ugly and ferocious, the fact that she invited him to dinner and her actions all along showed that she had no ill intentions.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. You must try soaking white roses in wine." She smiled happily. "I used to pick white roses and make wreaths. Later I found that they tasted better when used to soak in wine. You can't soak it for too long or it will have a bitter taste that is hard to get rid of."

A jug of wine flew over and filled the immortal's cup.

There was also hazelnut stewed chicken on the side.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm." The undead man took a sip. Although there was no profit bonus, he was very satisfied with the taste.

I couldn't help but take another sip.

"I think your becoming like this may have nothing to do with whether you have faith or not." The undead man said, "I know many non-believers, and they even hunt gods as their job. Gods are busy enough just taking care of their own people, and they will never be angry if you don't believe in someone."

Pagans are more disgusting to the gods than non-believers, I guess.

"How is that possible!" The old woman with the sack was surprised, and then she noticed the change in the undead's expression.

"I've killed a few of those, too." He spoke easily and casually, as if it was a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

If we count the horrific battle some time ago in which floods changed the terrain of the north, he got more than a dozen assists.

We are really strong together with Lind.

The old woman's moods fluctuate greatly.

"What happened next?" he asked.

"All the wizards are shouting that the world is over." She opened her hands with a look of expression, "Everyone! Then some people ran out, teleported by magic, or in other ways. It was a mess. The sky was full of people, but some were crazy. I have to remind you that they are hiding in the magic castle now. Although they are usually dozing off and don't want to show their heads, don't think they are really doing nothing. I saw them several times. Have you heard of the legendary wizard? There are several of them."

"sounds good."

A higher level wizard means stronger magic output capability, which means that as a glass cannon, you have more powerful output potential.

The old woman with the sack opened her mouth several times, and finally she decided to continue the story herself.

"Anyway, everything was over. I ran out of the dungeon. Thankfully, I knew the direction of home. I just kept running. Although my body became bloated, I was lucky that I could easily cross mountains and rivers. I returned home, but all my family members were dead."

"I'm very sorry."

"They treat me like a monster, but I don't blame them at all." It was hard to tell there was no complaint in his voice.

But it's definitely just a little bit of resentment, and more of regret.

"Then I ran back. Those things that were locked up in the magic school began to run out, running to many places." She said, "I saw several wizards some time ago, but I didn't know how they were going to leave, maybe fly? I definitely can't do it, so I stayed here."

"There is plenty to eat. Although I don't know magic, this tower does." She was very happy. "I won't be hungry. There is plenty to eat. But I will go out occasionally to pick up some hazelnuts and mushrooms."

The undead man nodded slightly. He didn't get much useful information.

As if she suddenly thought of something interesting, she smiled and said, "There were wizards who came here before. They probably knew how magical this tower was, but after seeing me."

She pointed at her ferocious fangs with her rough big finger.

"They were so horrible. I just opened my mouth and said 'get out of here' and they were so scared that they peed their pants. Haha!" She laughed. "Of course I know. Those wizards were little wizards who had found a place to hide before. They were not very powerful. They must have eaten up all the rations in the cellar and started running out."

"I think it's okay." The undead man's eyes moved between the hazelnut stewed chicken and white rose wine.

The wine jug floated over with great discernment to pour him wine.

"I can see you like drinking it."

"It has a wonderful bubbling feeling." The immortal nodded. "It has a sweet aftertaste, a mellow aroma, and it doesn't make you drunk. It's one of the best wines I've ever had."

Suddenly, a beautiful sound came from the top of the tower.

Crisp and gentle.

It's the cry of a bird.

"That's my most precious friend." The old woman with the sack said proudly, "It sings beautifully, it's a crowned warbler, I've prepared a brand new cage and a beautiful drinking bowl for it, do you want to go and see it? It's a little shy though."

"Uh, no." Reason told the undead that it was wrong to suddenly break into someone else's house. They left the tower.

"Go that way." The old woman with the sack pointed the way again.

"May I ask what your name is?" asked the undead.

"Tina."

"So Tina, bye."

The undead said goodbye to Tina and continued to move towards the magic castle. Their job was to explore the entire Tianxing School of Magic. It would not be too serious. The content of the work depended entirely on their heart and they could do as much as they wanted.

After chatting in the small group, the sealed dark wizard Dio found that the progress of others was not as good as his. Because there was no resurrection point, several people had been sent back to the fountain of the Throne of War.

The others also became much more honest, trying their best to avoid fighting, moving stealthily, and avoiding fighting if possible.

It would be best if you could pick up some trash while surviving.

The feeling of entering a treasure trove empty-handed and coming out empty-handed is uncomfortable.

After leaving the tower, the undead quickened his pace and headed towards the magic tower. Of course, he still had to suppress the sound as much as possible to avoid being exposed.

After walking for some distance, I still couldn't get out of the woods.

Just when he couldn't help but want to fly and move forward in the simplest and most brutal way, the warning from other undead made his heart shrink.

The undead flying in the sky were all sniped by the monsters from the magic school on the ground. Some of them even lost their mounts and were seriously injured.

Compare yourself to the undead and decide whether to escape or not.

"what is that?"

He rubbed his eyes.

A black figure jumped out from the open space.

The other party turned his head left and right in alertness and aimed in another direction.

The undead man didn't feel relieved until the other party had completely left him.

"A humanoid monster with a red name, but they are all [?], and I can't see the specific information clearly, so it's hard to deal with."

……

When the undead explored the Tianxing School of Magic, Lind and Miko came to the territory of the suspended magic castle together. They chose to sneak in in a very gentle way, trying not to wake up any troublesome residents inside.

Fortunately, just as Micko said, Lind is qualified to enter the Tianxing Magic School. It must be related to his professional characteristics as the legendary dragon knight. It allows a knight who is good at using fists to have the opportunity to use magic, which is much more powerful than any magic.

Linde and Miko were both dressed very ordinary and restrained their aura.

"Is there anyone you know?" Lind asked casually.

"There's a beautiful lady with a goldcrest in that tower."

Miko raised his hand and pointed at the tall tower in the distance. The tower sticking out from the woods looked a bit like a skeleton arm breaking through a tombstone, making people believe that something else would surely break out of the ground next.

Linde felt a strong sense of discomfort when he saw the tall tower, but Miko introduced it happily.

It was as if she had gone back in time.

The petite and lovely lady danced in an orange skirt. Her smile and the beautiful music enchanted the students.

"Ms. Daisy sings beautifully and dances beautifully. You should see her, but I'm not sure if she's still here."

"There was a scarred guy who liked to steal potatoes. He had a cat with a purple bow tied to its tail."

"And over there, there used to be smoke rising from the chimneys, but now there's nothing but bare ground. No, we can still see the thatched house from back then, but it's a pity that it has no roof."

Linde nodded slightly and responded casually. He could see that Miko was very excited now, and it was difficult for him to empathize with this emotion. Even the Kingdom of Rand could not give him the feeling of returning home.

Maybe he could just go back to Earth, but unfortunately he didn't have an exit button, so he could never leave. Every place he went to was his new home.

Starting from the Kingdom of Rand, his footprints spread across four continents, all of which were his homes.

"If you want to build a base, you can choose... the lookout tower in front." Mi Ke nodded. "The lookout tower is convenient for going anywhere from there."

"Isn't the magic castle the most convenient?" Lind asked.

He had noticed before landing that the magic castle was located in the center and it was close no matter which direction you went from there.

"But it's next to the big library." Mi Ke hesitated. "You might see the library administrator, several knowledgeable scholars, and maybe even the principal."

Maybe there was once a library lady there, Little Rabbit Tooth, who secretly practiced brewing potions.

"Compared with me?"

"You may be stronger, but there are always exceptions. None of us can guarantee victory."

"Then grab a suitable position."

Lind couldn't stand the slow progress of the undead. He would not stay here for too long, so he had to set up a resurrection point so that the undead could shorten the distance, continue to use death exploration, and then open up new maps.

Lind, whose strength has been successfully stabilized at the 6th ring, strode towards the castle. His posture did not change at all, but the sound of his footsteps was almost completely suppressed. He adjusted his breathing, letting himself feel the rhythm of the wind, and slowly integrated himself into it.

Mi Ke, who was following him, opened his mouth in surprise after accidentally turning his head, and his protruding little rabbit teeth looked very cute.

"You are right next to me, but I actually ignored you, a living person!"

Lind is not just tall, and even powerful beings cannot escape the expansion of their bodies. There is nothing wrong with forcibly compressing himself to become the same as an ordinary person, but that is like curling up his body. In short, he feels uncomfortable.

"This is the skill of a warrior." Lind pointed at himself. "By integrating various skills and applying them skillfully, you can exert the effect of magic even without using magic. The best warriors must not shout out some moves and then only use one move, but can use the most ordinary way to reach their limits anytime and anywhere."

"How can we do this?" Mi Ke was very interested.

She admitted that Lind was very powerful, but she always believed that Lind's power came from various parts, including magic, secret patterns, alchemy, emblems, etc. In short, there were many things, and the warrior skills were definitely the most easily overlooked part of him. But now she was told that this part could actually produce unexpected results.

Lind tilted his head and said, "Practice more."

(End of this chapter)