Chapter 155 The Reassuring Golden Lion
"What is your name?"

"Luke" the dwarf Ludo answered Lind's questions respectfully, but his eyes were always on the child with a smile on his face.

"If you have any difficulties in life, you must report them immediately. The territory cherishes every new life."

"Yes," the dwarf Ludo nodded.

"Have you thought about what you want this child to do when he grows up?"

“It can’t be a clown” Ludo’s eyes sparkled.

"Yeah." Lind raised his head and looked forward.

The plague massacre was over, and all the undead dropped to level 10 again. However, this was nothing to them. Only the NPCs felt the pain.

What is entertainment in the minds of the undead becomes a nightmare for the NPCs for countless nights.

Night had fallen, and the flocks of strange volcanic birds hovering overhead fanned the cold wind with their wings, making sharp whistles from the air connecting towns and territories.

The flickering orange light of the torches illuminated the camp made up of terraced tents ahead.

Everything is running in an orderly manner.

Lind was sitting on a chair. He was not wearing armor, but a fur coat. The Soul-Lost Mail could be quickly woven and put on his body whenever he needed it.

He turned his head and looked at the sleeping child Luke: "When the child grows up, let him train with the team. I look forward to the day when he leads the horse for me."

Ludo surprise.

He has always been a clown, and it is precisely because of his status as a clown that he can get in touch with the aristocracy and know many things that ordinary people don't know, such as being able to lead a horse for a noble lord, which would be a supreme honor.

Any big shot started out by leading a horse, which represented being trusted by those in higher positions.

"I have developed several new games recently." Ludo was actually very curious about the plague incident, because the undead people in the tavern tent were outspoken, and his main job happened to be to play with them.

But he knew very well that asking questions was a privilege of the superior over the inferior, and the two could not be reversed.

"Perhaps you would be interested?"

Ludo looked at Linde. He was a dwarf while Linde was just the opposite. He was tall and strong. Even when he was sitting on a chair, he was taller than Ludo who was standing.

The reassuring golden lion, someone once called him that behind his back.

As for the undead, they say too many weird things, and Ludo would choose to listen in one ear and out the other. Otherwise, if he accidentally blurts out something disrespectful, it would be enough to make him excluded by others.

"I'm always interested in playing new games, but not now," Lind said. "Do you have any good ideas about the plague? For example, design a new game or compose a song."

"To be honest, my dream was to become a bard," said the dwarf Ludo with a smile. "They wander around, are romantic, free and unrestrained, and are enviable."

"Why didn't you choose to be a bard? I've heard you sing," Lind commented, "Very good."

As a nobleman, he also has the ability to appreciate art, but he doesn't care much about this ability now. It's enough for it to sound good.

"Because my short legs are not suitable for wandering around," the dwarf Ludo laughed. His physical disability had long since stopped having any impact on his heart. "And I can't be romantic."

"Haha." Linde raised his hand and gently patted Ludo's shoulder, saying with a smile: "Who said that? You are the most romantic guy I have ever seen."

"Really?" Ludo couldn't help but ask back.

The atmosphere of the chat was so good that Ludo subconsciously forgot that the person in front of him was the lord.

"Look how much the undead like you. They will give you the money as soon as they make it." Linde winked at Ludo. "As far as I know, there are not many people who are willing to pay for their potions. Even Miss Miko and Miss Brittany are complained about their high prices when they sell potions. But only you, they are willing to give you the money."

"So, I am the most romantic bard." Ludo accepted this statement.

He certainly wouldn't be disliked for his high price, and it's okay for a dwarf clown to be a little cunning. But the undead would scold him for other reasons.

"You always have." Linde reached out to help Ludo straighten his collar. "Remember to sing the story of the plague better. I hope more people will remember those who died in this war."

"I will!" Ludo nodded vigorously.

Lind has stood up. "This is also the first time I've seen something from the Abyss, although I've heard of the Abyss and the Great Rift countless times before, and I even know which way is closer to the Great Rift. I watched them twist, cough, and then be covered in pus. The road we have to take in the future is extremely difficult, but what's even more difficult is that if we want to survive, we have to move forward."

The dwarf knew that the lord was not talking to him, so he lowered his head and became a quiet listener.

"You have a heavy task to do, Ludo." Lind turned to look at the dwarf. "The impact of this plague has not ended yet. I have asked the wizards to check. There are more than a dozen soldiers in the territory who are in very bad condition."

"Could they...?" the dwarf asked in horror.

There is no isolation now. If another abyss monster appears, even the lord will be powerless to save the situation.

"They witnessed everything and were affected mentally. The abyss's influence on people is definitely not like a disease that can be transmitted at close range. Maybe you are restless or afraid of something, which can become a crack for it to invade you. The abyss is really good at drilling a crack, whether it is on the ground or in people's hearts."

"So, Ludo, I hope you can bring happiness and confidence to everyone. We have many achievements to sing about and many stories to tell."

"Yes!" Ludo truly felt the heavy burden on his shoulders, and understood that the lord had not come to him for casual chat.

"Take some time to go back to Prey Town and pick out some kids with good voices."

"Yes!"

After nodding to Ludo, Lind walked into the cold night wind, and the flickering firelight welcomed his arrival.

……

The capture speed of the Calamity Horse is very fast, and some undead people already have the Calamity Horse.

But as long as there are undead people, the style of painting will change.

Lind looked at a Calamity Horse pulling a flatbed cart with more than a dozen people piled on top of each other, and suddenly felt pity for the Calamity Horse. Pulling more than a dozen armed men in full armor was no less than pulling a cart full of iron blocks.

The disaster horse covered with golden armor stopped beside Lind.

He climbed onto his horse and took a few more glances at the other dozen or so disaster horses.

More than a dozen disaster horses pulling more than two hundred people, how exaggerated it is.

The expedition was full of absurdity.

All the undead have been resurrected, which means that the plague should have been under control. It would be fine if the remaining NPCs who have been transformed into the abyss did not exist. If they did exist, they would just happen to be the target of their trip.

Returning to the city of Leon, the broken gate was like a leaky front tooth, whimpering and groaning when the cold wind blew through.

The city was in complete chaos.

The undead's war against Lord Leon lasted for several days, and the battlefield affected almost every corner of the town.

All that was left of Linde was a ruin.

The undead had dispersed and started searching for valuables, while Lind went straight to Leon's body.

The aura of the abyss disaster has dissipated, and Leon now looks like just an ordinary corpse.

Flames burst out from Lind's palms, setting the corpse on fire.

It was as if a special combustible material was poured on the corpse, and as soon as the flame touched it, it immediately burst into flames.

"I can sense that the things in the abyss are afraid of fire."

It was precisely his arbitrary control over the flame that allowed him to clearly perceive the slight suppression of the abyss by the flame. However, thinking of Leon who was afraid of the flame at first in the previous battle but was completely unaffected later, Lind felt that his idea was biased.

Perhaps it was the dead Abyss Disaster that added fuel to the fire.

The flames continued to burn until it was completely burned to ash.

He picked up the iris helmet, then bent down to pick up a sword and walked towards the inner city step by step.

The inner city was the hardest hit by the fighting; it was as if a devastating earthquake had occurred, with the order of houses and soil turned upside down.

The lord's hall still stood firmly, with stone steps extending from under his feet all the way to the dark, rusty iron gate. The dented and deformed iron gate had not collapsed even at this moment.

He walked to the city wall and rubbed it gently with his fingers.

The special construction method makes this hall extremely resistant to damage.

He wondered what architectural tricks allowed this to happen, or if there were some special bricks hidden in the walls that allowed the entire building to absorb the overflowing energy.

"It's great here," Lind gave a satisfied evaluation.

Instead of rebuilding the old territory lookout tower from scratch, it is not impossible to rebuild it based on the foundation of Leon City.

As long as points are given, I believe the undead will willingly transform into construction workers.

The undead are currently short of points.

Faction points and of course currency.

He couldn't just promote faction points in order to gather all the undead into his own faction, although the non-tradable faction points were very convenient for him to use.

Faction points are related to sunk costs. For example, the first batch of undead factions that joined Star Dragon Outpost are already at a very high level, and they are unwilling to betray the outpost even if asked.

Similarly, other undead people will also have sunk costs.

If you refuse to receive a guest because you don't have points, things may develop in a direction that neither the NPC nor the player will like.

Lind hopes that the undead can buy some of the things they want here, which will arouse their needs. When the critical moment comes and they find that they must use points to redeem key props, the undead will take the initiative to join.

To achieve this vision, all Linde needs to do is... more information and data, more rewards and merchandise.

When he arrived at the "tombstone" of the previous great knight, Lind put his sword aside. Now there would be a new tombstone here.

"I don't know if I'm considered a gardener."

The Iris Helmet will be kept by Lind as a collection, and it is also a [mission item]. As a reward, all undead will have an "Iris Helmet". This huge surprise directly swept all the undead of the Star Dragon Sentinel forces.

Even with the addition of new people, it is definitely not easy to create more than 200 exquisite and beautiful helmets in a short period of time.

If it weren't for the heavy workload, Prey Town would still be in the pure manual rubbing stage. Lind even wanted to replicate the armor on Leon and sell it to the undead.

With previous experiences, most people would feel that Leon is very strong, and it is normal for him to cosplay as Iris Knight, and the linkage suit is a way to make money by taking advantage of the popularity.

After leaving Leon Territory, head to Persimmon Town.

What awaited them was still a ruin and corpses everywhere, as expected.

"From today on, no forces will be stationed in Persimmon Town for the time being."

Lind announced that Persimmon Town was abandoned. The condition of Persimmon Town was not much better than that of Leon City. It had already become a ruin. Instead of rebuilding it, it would be better to abandon it.

The geographical location is also not advantageous. From this perspective, Haigang Village is at least a port.

The undead people were very happy because there was more "garbage" to pick up.

Unlike the city of Leon, there is a lot of "garbage" here and it has rarely been picked up, so it is not so cheap now.

(End of this chapter)