Chapter 132 Beta 1.03 Update
"That's it!"

Newt of Star Dragon Post threw a punch that was powerful enough to smash a mortal's head. His fist wrapped in flames broke through the air and smashed towards Watt, but was blocked by the opponent's quickly raised arm. The fire burst out at the collision between the fist and the arm like forging iron, and there was a dull sound of impact. Newt quickly pulled his fist back, crouched down and punched the opponent's chest twice in a row.

Watt, who was hit hard in the chest, couldn't help but make a muffled sound, and was knocked down by a leg that swept from below.

The sound of the back hitting the ground was like the collision of metal and iron, like the sound of a blacksmith's hammer, and the sound echoed.

"Hahaha, Newt, Newt! Newt!!"

The soldiers watching cheered.

This is how fighting between soldiers works: the strong one gains all the honors and takes everything, while the loser loses everything.

Newt walked up to Light, leaned down and offered his hand, and Light reached out and grabbed his arm.

They are the nine most loyal soldiers under Lind, and all of them have now been successfully promoted to great knights.

"Next time I will definitely beat you up and make you call me mom."

"Haha, I'll first put my fist into your mouth which stinks even more than your asshole!"

The strength of the Star Dragon Outpost has entered a period of rapid development, but the undead can no longer be seen here, and the shift of focus is inevitable.

But it does not mean that people can live a leisurely life. The daily squeeze of work is enough to make people feel happy and scared.

There was the sound of applause.

Several people turned to look at the figure in golden plate armor, with smiles on their faces, and bowed their heads to greet him: "Sir!"

Being able to perform simple greetings is a privilege they have enjoyed in their life-and-death relationship, trusting each other like brothers.

"Leo, Reeve, Reed, Peel, Pym, Newt, Watt, Wright," he quickly called out the names, "You all have new jobs."

"Yes!" The eight people stopped and waited for Lind's further orders with sharp eyes.

"Go to the Crossroads of Faith and organize a group of people to capture the Calamity Horses. The brothers from the Second Legion will cooperate with you."

Even without mentioning how much benefit the Calamity Horse can gain from the hands of the undead, just talking about the Calamity Horse's own ability to serve as a means of transportation is enough to make people excited.

The Kingdom of Rand does not have that many cavalry. Among the three legions of the entire Kingdom of Rand, the First Legion is composed of noble soldiers, the Second Legion is composed of civilian soldiers, and it is also the largest legion in number. The Third Legion is composed of cavalry, also known as the Royal Guards.

In the magical world, the enhancement of cavalry may not be as strong as imagined, but the premise is that the mount is also an ordinary mount, not a disaster.

"Besides that, there is a mine to the north. I have arranged for someone to negotiate with them. Remember not to cause any conflict."

The other party wants food resources and we need minerals, so there is still opportunity for cooperation.

Linde is facing too many troubles now and does not want to provoke new unknown forces in a short period of time.

The new nobles have been actively recruiting undead, and many undead have gained extraordinary powers after joining the new nobles. The "golden body" of Star Dragon Sentry has been broken.

Since the potions needed for promotion can be obtained in other places, there is no need to come to Star Dragon Outpost. Moreover, most of the 3000 undead players don’t even know where Star Dragon Outpost is.

There are not many novice villages that are certain to be within the territory of the Rand Kingdom, and the vast majority of the undead are not within the territory of the Rand Kingdom.

But even other undead people had the opportunity to come into contact with supernatural powers.

After all, Lind is just an NPC disguised as a wild monster in the stronghold, not an NPC who can grasp the overall situation.

"Sir, what about me?" The remaining Old Pete pointed at himself.

"You followed me," Lind said, "I heard that you learned a lot of recipes from the Undead?"

"Don't worry, sir! There are dozens of dishes, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

……

Leon collar.

The undead people suddenly drank the potion and mutated, which caused a huge commotion, but after confirming that they had not lost their minds, no one cared.

Anyway, they are just a bunch of freaks who won't die.

Miram was sitting on a small stool. She had already disassembled the two crossbows and was wiping each component inch by inch with oil. Each component was the key to whether she could win the next battle. When she had nothing to do, Miram would wipe and maintain them over and over again.

Not only that, there are also arrows, ropes, etc.

A bottle was placed on the wooden table with a thud. The crossbow parts bounced violently under the recoil of the table. Milan frowned, and his scarred eyes hidden by long hair looked up through the gap in the hair and saw the disgusting toothless smiling face.

'No front teeth' Yang.

Lord Leon has a total of 9 superiors under him, but in fact, his real confidants are only three legion commanders. Others, including Miram, are loyal to him voluntarily, but have no military power.

Some people hope to gain military power, while others may not care.

Each of the three legion commanders has 20 to 30 great knights under his command, making them the most powerful people in the entire Leon County except for the "new noble" Lord Leon.

Like the "wine" in front of him, it's okay for Milam to drink it, but it won't be that easy, as the food problem is not that easy to solve.

Should they let the great knights charge into the disaster shadow area and take the risk of planting mutant plants on a large scale, or let ordinary people whose lives are already cheap eat less and save food? As long as the superiors are not stupid, they will know what to choose.

Great strength is indispensable, and ordinary people are not much nobler than dung beetles.

"Something?" Miram began to assemble the crossbow.

Yang unceremoniously pulled a stool and stuffed it under his butt, turned his head to look at the mess behind him, and then said, "Persimmon Town is far away from Leon Territory, farther than Holy Water Town, Crying Town, and Kazhan Town."

“Never been there” Miram had already assembled one and was concentrating on assembling the other.

"I haven't been there either." Yang raised his eyebrows. "We came from Morpheus' Gate and stationed in Leon Territory. We were defeated by the monsters in the Great Rift, but with the leadership of Lord Leon, we will definitely be able to fight our way back to Morpheus' Gate."

"Pass?" Miram's two crossbows had been assembled.

"It's the Gate of Morpheus!" Yang emphasized.

"Morpheus' Gate, then what?"

She glanced at the wine bottle on the table: "I can't help you fight back to Morpheus' Gate. I'm just an ordinary hunter."

Reaching out to grab the bottle, pulling out the cork, Miram tilted his head back and took a sip, a satisfied expression on his face: "I'm just following orders."

"Those two bastards, Xia Luba and Stang, have started a power struggle." Yang stopped chatting when he saw this. He found that he did not have the ability to play the emotional card. His two missing front teeth made him more clumsy in speaking than others. It might be that he had to put more effort to make the sound of air leaking from his teeth sound less loud.

"Do you know the abandoned port?" Yang reached out and snatched the bottle from Milanm's hand, then tilted his head back and took a sip.

Miram raised his sleeve to wipe his mouth: "Those areas occupied by greenskins? They are not far from Persimmon Town, of course I know!"

Disasters, mutated monsters, crazy old nobles, crazy believers of various religions, monsters that are alienated after failing to drink magic potions, etc.

There are all kinds of messy monsters in this world, and the biggest problem and source is disaster.

But for the new nobles, the biggest problem is the old nobles, because the power in their blood makes them more terrible than disasters if they go crazy. The blessing of the magic ring still favors this group of remnants of the old era after the magic ring is broken. The old noble lords who once occupied various regions are now nails in every key post and castle on the ground. Religious believers, alienated monsters, etc. are not important, they are weak and alone.

However, mutated monsters are different. In essence, mutants are also mutated monsters. Ordinary people who often eat mutated food are said to mutate after consuming too much disaster... The reason why it is said is that it has only been three years since the magic ring was broken, and the inference results given by experienced scholars will not be confirmed until more than ten years later.

The greenskins in the abandoned port are a group of mutated monsters that gathered there for unknown reasons. They are numerous and strong, and they have some rationality but not much.

"Are you going to provoke those greenskins?" Miram reached out to snatch back the bottle of wine, shook it twice and heard that there was still a lot in it, then nodded with satisfaction.

"It's those two bastards! The most important thing for us now is to gather all the strength in our hands." Yang clenched his fists. His right hand had lost its ring finger and little finger, and the action of clenching his fist looked like a chicken claw.

Fortunately, he is the legion commander and can just stay in the rear.

When Yang got angry, his front teeth started to chatter and it became quite difficult for him to sound.

"They are actually preparing to attack the abandoned port!"

"Both of them?"

“It’s Sharupa.”

"Where's Stang?"

"He's going to go south, attack the Snake Catcher's Fortress, defeat that tough crazy veteran, and then kill Goliath." Yang scratched his cheek with three chicken-claw-like fingers, "I've never been to Goliath in my life. Why should we go to Goliath? We should go to Morpheus' Gate!"

"And then get beaten back?" Miram laughed. Although she felt she shouldn't laugh, it was really funny to see a chicken-clawed man with a gap in his front teeth scratching his cheek in a silly way.

"We have undead!" Yang shook his head and said, "I have been observing the undead for some time. They will not die. They are very valuable. You brought them here."

"Serin, Yaza and the others have also gone there. I think they should also bring something back... Well, forget about Kazhan Town. That madman simply doesn't take Lord Leon seriously and keeps talking about his church every day."

"He's not even a human being, a complete lunatic," Yang said, "but that's not important. I want your help."

"How to help?"

"I want to use those undead for my own purposes, instead of patrolling."

"I can't help you convince Lord Leon!" Milanm put the bottle in front of Yang and waved his hand to signal him to take the bottle and leave.

Yang picked up the bottle and shook it: "You've already drunk it all! I have to help you even if I don't want to!"

"Okay, tell me what to do?"

"I need the loyalty of the undead, and then I will arrange for them to handle some things, show their value, and tie them to me before Stang and Xialuba can react."

"Aren't you playing tricks on me too?" Milam sneered at the other party with disdain.

The three legion commanders all have similar numbers of Grand Knights under their command, but if Toothless Yang suddenly has 60 more Grand Knights under his command, the result will be completely different.

"I can help you talk to Serin." Yang grinned and showed his gap teeth: "Help you take down that proud handsome boy."

Miram's cheeks felt slightly hot: "It's not impossible to help you..."

Things went much more smoothly than Miram and Yang had imagined. After obtaining Lord Leon's indifferent consent, the two found the undead people and only asked them questions. They then scrambled to join Yang's legion.

A group of strange-looking undead, each of them is in a state of alienation sentenced to death, but if they can be resurrected after death, the so-called alienation will really become a joke.

"Points? What are those? We in Leon have our own currency, but most things cannot be bought with money. You need to wait for unified distribution, or for the Lord to personally reward you."

"Maps? Maps are military secrets, but there are some maps. If you need them, I can give you one."

"Inner city? Of course you can enter. Blacksmiths, potions, everything is no problem!"

"Mounts? We don't train backward cavalry. The food for raising livestock is enough for us to feed three or five people. They can resist more than livestock."

"A pub? There is one, but I don't recommend you go there. There's no alcohol in there, but there are other things... I heard you can't take off your pants, right? So don't go."

"Little skirt?"

"Linkage?"

"Inn?"

"Task?"

Yang and Milam were confused.

“How dare you call it the main city when there’s nothing there?” The undead expressed strong dissatisfaction.

Although he had a lot of complaints, the immortal still accepted the recruitment.

The undead people of the new noble camp embarked on a journey of making achievements and establishing their own careers. They could finally play games as happily as the celestial dragons of Star Dragon Outpost.

Although many functions are missing, as long as you ignore the rewards and guidance, they are essentially the same.

I have no choice but to deceive myself.

After receiving the mission, the undeads' first reaction was to rush back to Persimmon Town. They wanted to teach those lizardmen a lesson.

While the territory was developing at full speed and the undead were excited about infrastructure construction, Lind's expression was not very good.

He had just left Star Dragon Outpost today, and he also left the pharmacist from Harbor Village at Star Dragon Outpost to assist Miss Micko.

If it weren't for Brittany's special nature, he might have let her stay behind Star Dragon Outpost.

Riding on a disaster horse with a volcanic bird following above his head, Lind doesn't look like a good guy at all now. He looks like a boss on a trip.

While on the road, Linde focused his attention on the official forum, scrolling through the posts one by one.

More and more undead were gaining power without going through the Star Dragon Sentry, which made him feel more urgent, but the game was currently locked at level 10, and forcibly breaking through to level 11 through potions was already the limit for the undead, so it would be useless even if Lind took out a higher-level potion.

There is some deterrent power from 3000 great knights and wizards, but not much.

Lind's attention has shifted away from the undead. At this stage, the undead are just more useful tools. Unless the level cap is opened, it won't be long before they don't even have the chance to enter the battlefield and become the main force.

Lind found it quite interesting to watch some outfit videos and listen to the ideas of video bloggers.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that his popularity ranking among the undead had dropped again. Aren't female characters just so unpopular? Because Morena, the witch from the novice village Weeping Town, made the list, and with her appearance as an intellectual and magical big sister, she successfully pushed Linde down one place.

As soon as he saw the low wall of Prey Town, Linde was suddenly shocked.

Official update announcement!

1.03 update.

The content was still concise, but it made Lind subconsciously think more.

[The 1.03 version of the internal beta of "Doomsday Ring" has been updated. A hostile BOSS will appear near the main city]

(End of this chapter)