Chapter 203: I accidentally got a passive skill. Is that okay?

Frost Watch, the sky is getting dark, and dark clouds are tilting.

Today is a good day to start your escape.

The loud explosion created a big hole in the city wall and also overturned the tranquility of the place.

Then there was a flurry of footsteps followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

"What about people?!"

"Damn it, don't let that bastard get away!"

The crazy roar also showed the anger in the hearts of the soldiers who were roaring at this moment.

The sound of armor and shields colliding came from far away, the sound of torches hitting the air was sharp and rapid, and the dense footsteps stopped next to a wooden barrel.

However, these soldiers wearing the armor of the Kingdom of Rand had no idea that their target was very close to them.

He was still curled up and didn't dare to make any sound.

While other undead were mining and farming, he was locked up and lost his freedom; while other undead had tried various professions and said none of them were fun, he was locked up and lost his freedom; while other undead were thinking about whether to take photos with flying dragons, he was still locked up and lost his freedom.

He has no gaming experience at all after playing the game for so long.

He has a very extreme and stubborn personality. After being captured and insulted by these red-named monsters for so long, he now just wants to kill these bastards.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve stayed here for too long, but I’m still trying to keep my composure. I found out that even if I really died, I wouldn’t be refreshed back to the mountains, but would become a member of Frostwatch, and be reborn here.

This situation certainly attracted the attention of the red-named monsters inside Frostwatch, so the possibility of escaping by trying to die and then resurrect was eliminated.

But opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. After a long period of preparation, he finally seized the opportunity and successfully detonated the [Crazy Mystic's Cuffs] when the guarding soldiers left. After countless tests, the crazy fire burning with rationality successfully blasted a big hole in the sentry wall.

He held his breath. As long as he seized the opportunity to escape from the sentry post, he would be able to fly freely in the sky and swim freely in the sea. He wanted to go to Star Dragon Sendle Post, no, Star Dragon City!
"Who is it?" Something outside seemed to have attracted the soldiers' attention.

The sound became noisy again.

"what!"

"Wha-what! Who are you!?"

It soon became quiet outside.

Just as the undead man was still shrinking and pretending to be stubborn, the wooden barrel that covered his entire body was suddenly moved away.

A man wearing soft armor inside and a black cloak outside was looking down at him.

No red name?

"Not a sentry?" The man lowered his head, revealing a red mark on his face. It was a tattoo that looked like a tail, flickering with the rhythm of his breathing, as if it contained some powerful power.

"No." Since he doesn't have a red name and is still being stubborn, he certainly has no intention of having a conflict with the other party. Isn't it good to live a good life?

He glanced at the corpses beside him, those very difficult red-named Frost Sentinel monsters, whose brains had been destroyed beyond recognition by the flames, but strangely, he did not hear any explosion sound. The battle just now took place in silence.

"You must have suffered a lot here," he said in a deep voice with emotion, "Follow me, now you are free!"

The hand reached out to the one who was still stubborn. In the dim light, he could see that it was a rough hand wearing a strange leather glove.

He still stubbornly grabbed the hand, and then he felt himself being pulled to stand up by a powerful force.

"Thank you for your help!" His voice was filled with excitement. The doors of the rooms inside the sentry post were pushed open one by one, and figures walked out.

The common feature of this group of people is that they have traces of flame tattoos somewhere on their bodies.

"You are?"

"We are the rebels of the old nobility, trying to deal with these crazy lunatics and re-establish a new order!" The man smiled and asked, "Nice to meet you."

"Me too!" He still forced a smile.

This group of people were very good at hiding themselves in the darkness. They would occasionally chuckle and their mental state didn't seem to be very good, but they gave people a very friendly feeling.

Their tense nerves were finally able to relax. Although nothing more was said, they seemed to have accepted it so easily and were still stubbornly trying to join the team.

Especially when he heard that he was still stubborn and was actually coming from the frozen earth mountains, Al, the man in the black cloak who first spotted him, said, "You are heading north. There is frozen earth over there. There is nothing over there except a wasteland."

Al pointed in a direction and said, "Go south. There is a gathering place for humans over there, but outsiders are not very welcome there."

In the undead's puzzled gaze, Al just smiled and did not give any further explanation.

This was a hiking journey, and he kept following them all the way south, but the biggest gain was that he finally determined his location.

He was in the northeast of the Kingdom of Rand. If he continued to go south, he would reach the Golden City of Goliath. If he wanted to go to Star Dragon City, he would either have to cross the frozen mountain range that was said to be difficult for even dragons to cross, or go south to Goliath, bypass the frozen mountain range, and then head northwest until he reached the Snake Catcher's Fortress.

Forget it. It would be nice to join this mysterious force. Although they seem to be a hostile force to Star Dragon City, this has nothing to do with the undead.

"as you wish"

This was a peculiar short sentence. After following the Salamander Party for several days and nights, this sentence kept lingering in the ears of the stubborn one.

This group of people calls themselves the "Salamander Party". They hate the old nobility and have been looking for ways to survive in the doomsday. They welcome anyone to join.

Before arriving at the small gathering place ahead, Al and the others left. They had their own tasks to do, so they could only part ways here.

But Al also told those who were still refusing how to find them.

When he wanted to search for the fire lizards hiding in the dark, they would be aware of his strong intentions one step ahead and take the initiative to approach him. Because everything is as you wish.

Finally he arrived at the human gathering place. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the red names. The streets were full of red names.

"Fuck me!"

What is going on? Why is it different from what I imagined?

The people on the street stared at him viciously, with no hiding of the malice in their eyes.

Although the child pretended to be ignorant, the bright red name above his head reminded him all the time that he was still being stubborn. This kid must want to eat him alive.

He didn't know how to show that he wanted to find the Salamander Gang. Maybe it would be better to just turn around and run away, and then ask for directions to Star Dragon City.

Unconsciously, he walked to a remote alley. The village was obviously a post-apocalyptic building. The houses were not planned in any way and were very far apart, but for some reason, the houses nearby were all crowded together. The dim alley was only barely illuminated by the light that escaped through the gaps in the eaves.

There is an atmosphere of some secret party meeting here, or a terrible BOSS is hidden. Maybe he will accidentally wake up a knight who has been swallowed by the abyss, and then he can quickly take a screenshot, post this experience on the forum, and leave a sentence coolly "There is a BOSS here, come quickly", so he doesn't need to search for other undead traces.

But he was also very worried about where he would be reborn after his death. Would he return to Frostwatch again?

"Who are you?" A voice came from the narrow alley. He looked up and confirmed that it was a figure dressed the same as Al, but this person was more hunched over and was wearing some kind of mask.

The fire lizard tattoo on his neck flickered with his breathing.

"..." He remained stubborn and remained silent.

"Name, title, where does it come from?" the other party continued to ask.

But he remained stubborn and silent.

He thought he should have triggered a key plot, although he was still confused about it.

"Your silence has won my respect," the other party said.

Still stubborn, Fu Ru Xin Zhi replied: "As you wish."

"Come with me, friend." The other person led the way in front. The undead followed him into the narrow alley and felt a little uncomfortable. He always felt that he was heading to a place where a big battle was about to break out. After turning a corner, the alley turned into a place where sunlight was shining directly ahead.

The intersecting light strips in the alley ahead formed an orange-yellow fence, leaving the yellow lines of the fence on his stubborn face. He squinted his eyes, the dazzling light made him feel uncomfortable.

Finally they reached the innermost part and pushed open a door, where many people were standing.

Some of them are red names, while others behave normally.

Do you want to kill me, but won't do it because you've joined the Salamander Gang?

The undead suddenly had a new realization. Maybe in this game, the red name is not a decisive factor in judging friend or foe. Due to the constraints of the camp, they may not attack him casually, but the red name represents hostility, and hostility is most likely to turn into an enemy.

"A new friend is coming," the man who led the way raised his voice.

Everyone turned to look at him. Although some people had cast their gazes over to him before, everyone's postures were different.

At this moment, he became the focus of attention even though he was still being stubborn.

"We are the Salamander Party. We ignite the flame of life, break off our tails to survive like lizards, hide in every corner like insects, and then take root everywhere!"

The man said, "Someone has vouched for you, so you can join us."

Guarantee, could it be Al?

Because everyone turned to look at him, he could still glance at the faces present and see that everyone had a fire lizard tattoo on their exposed skin.

"As you wish" is still being stubborn and cautious.

"You can speak freely," the person on the other side said softly, "We are a group of bugs that huddle together for warmth. You don't have to join us, but we are still absorbing all the forces that can join us and don't want to let go of any force. Therefore, we will answer all your questions and dispel all your doubts."

"if……"

"You can leave on your own," the other party said. "This is not a threat, and no one will threaten you to do so. This is our request. Of course, we only hope that you can keep this place a secret when you leave."

"As you wish" he said stubbornly while straightening his back to show his determination.

"I have a question, are those people outside also members of the Salamander Party?"

"Them? No, they are just a group of poor people whose sanity has been devoured by madness. Don't pay attention to their resentful eyes, because their resentment is always groundless. But don't believe them, because they are just living here."

He was not sure whether they were living without interfering with each other or were just pawns used by the Salamander Gang to hide their tracks.

"I can join!" he said stubbornly, then changed his words: "As you wish."

He still insisted on not revealing his experiences to other undead in the game, including two undead he once had contact with but has gradually lost contact with.

This gathering of the Salamander Party did not last long. Afterwards, he was still being stubborn and was arranged to go to the "Red Bull Horn Arena", where he would be baptized and become a member of the Salamander Party.

He adhered to the principle of never revealing secrets to others, but he still insisted on doing what he said. No matter who asked him, his answer was only "As you wish."

But the self in the game and the self in reality are definitely not the same person. If he doesn’t show off at this time, all the suffering he has endured for a long time will be in vain.

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