Chapter 149 The Sword is the Tombstone
Leon turned around and said with difficulty and suppressed voice: "If you hadn't come, I might have been able to hold on longer. Now... run away."

His body was swelling, his armor was crushed by his flesh, and his swollen body was moving towards the direction of losing its human form. Fortunately, the speed was very slow, and it was obvious that Leon was trying hard to control the changes in his body.

Lind has also learned about Leon's situation, and he stayed here just to control his condition.

The undead have already climbed up, and are drinking medicine to recover on the spot, while at the same time groping for any useful props they can find and throwing them all away.

Although I don’t know what the mystery is in their words, but when I saw Leon and Lind chatting and then turned back to the hall, I knew that the "plot" was over and they still had to fight.

When fighting the BOSS, be sure not to be distracted by analyzing the plot. Lord Leon's health bar is still too healthy. Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that the BOSS is not like Linde, and his self-recovery ability is not that abnormal, otherwise they would not have to play.

From the beginning to the end, Leon didn't care about the undead. Linde even seemed to see a message in Leon's eyes, "Immortality, is it rare?" This should be the message, he was very sure.

Lind originally thought that the new nobleman Leon was an arrogant guy. He was prejudiced against old nobles like himself and wanted to kill him as soon as possible. But after getting to know him, his view of Leon changed a little. He thought of him as a somewhat tragic person.

One thing is certain, Leon still wants to kill him and all the old nobles, but the other party's statement of "flowers and gardeners" makes Lind feel that the two sides just have different positions.

It's not even hatred, just different stances.

In the middle of the dark hall, Leon stood hunched over.

The high temperature of the flames baked the irises that were eroded by the abyss. The smell of the burnt disaster was far more disgusting than the smell of blood. The pungent smell was like an annoying hand pinching one's brows.

The undead were forced to surround Leon, and only the death of one side could stop the war.

Lind was thinking, if he entered the Leon Territory from the perspective of an undead, if he didn't exist, would he really allow a main city lord to become like this?

Or, is everything necessary for the plot?
He hated the plot requirements.

The plot of the little red monster should be that it is discovered when the undead are cleaning the surroundings, and then it sacrifices its life and equipment to die obediently.

"Is Tione's letter considered a plot prop?" Lind found that if he put himself in the story, he would fall into a terrifying logical circle, "Homesickness, making a promise, and returning to marry his fiancée when it's safe? No wonder, if I don't die, who will die?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped.

The most frightening thing is falling into a vicious circle of thinking. Now that you have already jumped out of it, there is no need to shrink back into it.

He raised his voice: "Undead people!"

"It's time for us to retreat."

Just as Leon reminded him, he should run away. This was not an enemy that a single Great Knight could handle, not even with a group of level 11 undead.

Get out of here quickly before Leon loses control.

The undead looked at Leon who did not take any action, and thought that this must be the "first sighting plot", so they turned around and left.

"Sure enough, the first wave is not easy to fight. Let's go back and have a good rest."

"This BOSS is too strong."

“But it seems that the equipment doesn’t explode.”

"He's almost naked, where did he get the equipment?"

……

The most important thing after the war is the accommodation of prisoners, but there were some problems with the recruitment this time, and not all undead were willing to join Lind's forces.

A few undead men were killed because of their foul mouth during the previous siege. Now, for the sake of their own gaming experience, they decided not to join the game and would rather be a stragglers.

There are so many novice villages, if this one is gone, there will be another one. And if you don't fight for your reputation, you will be beaten up by others. If you join again, you can imagine your future.

You have to play games with a smile on your face. You can't stand any injustice.

Lind could do nothing about it. The rights of "NPC" came from his own fabrication. Whether issuing tasks or giving out rewards, they were all guided by Lind based on his own game logic.

He paid for it all out of his own pocket, and it had nothing to do with any system. He still couldn't see the data and didn't know the length of his health bar, but it was certain that it was a little longer than when it was 5000, because he was always growing.

Without authority, he cannot restrain any undead, nor can he influence their thoughts.

Fortunately, most of the undead chose to join, successfully increasing the number of undead in the territory to over two hundred, allowing Lind's power to be further expanded.

"Ms. Miko shouldn't have too much of a headache. There are many pharmacists in Leon."

The configuration of the main city is different. There is not only one blacksmith, pharmacist, merchant, etc.

Blacksmiths can be sent directly to the factory assembly line, and pharmacists can be assigned the work of potion making according to their strength.

The most important thing is the businessman. Lind needs to open stores one after another. It is too slow to train businessmen under him. A taciturn businessman like Renzo is not suitable.

Now, a group of merchants have been snatched from the main city, which has greatly made up for Linde's lack of talents in this area.

A large number of NPCs left Leon City under the enthusiastic leadership of the undead and had no chance to pack their luggage. In fact, after learning that Lind would not use the currency of Leon, they no longer had the idea of ​​packing up.

What's left in the house are worthless things.

Lind’s meaning is very simple. Don’t take them all. It’s better to leave them for my undead to pick up the scraps. They love this.

The city of Leon has a new noble lord who exudes a calamity and may explode at any time.

The entire city has long been turned into a restricted zone for life.

But the scene suddenly changed and the undead began to get excited.

"Large BOSS!"

"After waiting for so long, there is finally a stuck boss."

"The boss is weak to fire, but all mages probably aren't enough. If we can lure him out of the inner city, we might be able to win with a kite-style attack."

"Prepare traps in advance? Just use the traps to kill him!"

More than two hundred people gathered together to discuss how to deal with Lord Leon.

Maybe Leon couldn't find the gardener, but he now had a group of flower thieves who didn't play by the rules.

The previous siege wasted too much energy and resulted in too many deaths. Otherwise, people would have thought that we had the advantage and would not have lost.

Lind was among the last to leave Leon.

He stood in front of the corpse holding the "tombstone", turned around and looked at the town affected by the war, and his sight seemed to see Leon who was struggling to suppress himself in the inner city.

"After cremating the body, remember to insert this sword on his grave," Lind ordered his soldiers who were responsible for handling the corpse and preventing the disaster from causing the dead to be resurrected.

Although I am not a gardener, I can help bury something.

(End of this chapter)