Chapter 211 Harvest Queen
On the huge flat-topped "mountain top", the great knights looked at the insects that suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, and sat down on the ground with a sigh.

Their physical strength had been completely drained, and the fighting had never stopped since they entered the underground.

Injury and death are inevitable.

The soldiers celebrated as they looked at the flickering flames far below, knowing that the lord must have achieved the final victory.

"Mr. Dome?"

Lance was holding a secret pattern bow. He had been keeping an eye on the white-haired old wizard since the battle just now. The other party was responsible for many research tasks of the lord, and his life was extremely important.

From the battle just now, he found that apart from casting a few lighting spells to help the soldiers increase their vision when necessary, Domei basically used enchantment magic to bless the two-handed sword, and then rushed forward with the two-handed sword.

A wizard warrior.

Although Domei's swordsmanship skills are a mess, what if this wizard warrior cast some kind of heavy armor magic on himself, his slender body could withstand the siege of three insects, and then use the enchanted two-handed sword to split the thick armor.

His combat efficiency was not high, but his fierce and ferocious fighting style did stimulate the fighting passion of the great knights.

After all, he was glowing continuously under the illumination magic, how could he not see it?

So when he noticed that the white-haired old wizard seemed to be about to take action, Lance took the initiative to walk over.

"I'm going to find the Lord," said the old wizard, "He needs me!"

If we don't go now, who knows how badly the dragon will burn. From the beginning, we saw the dragon spitting fire desperately, and what was burned was all knowledge!

Duomei was heartbroken because of the burning sensation.

"I'll go with you." Lance did not reject Dome's decision, and he was also worried about the lord.

The current situation seems to be that the Lord has won the victory, but it does not mean that the Lord is not injured.

Lance ordered the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, but the most important thing was to rescue the brothers. The dead brothers had no choice but to be cremated to prevent them from resting in peace after death and becoming a disaster.

The most important thing is the living people. The potion can heal seriously injured people quickly, but some injuries may not be healable, such as damage to the eyeballs, or disability caused by severed limbs.

This is very strange. Some disabilities can be cured instantly by potions, even a broken leg, but sometimes just a severed finger cannot be regrown.

They certainly hope that all injuries can be healed.

The two men rode on their Calamity Horses and went down the steep slope deep into the darkness.

Duomei kept casting lighting spells. Countless insect corpses that were burned into charcoal by the flames piled up on the road, forming a pile of corpse ruins. The pungent smell made holding their breath the most common action for the two of them.

It was also at this time that the two realized that the insects they were facing were only a small part, and the lords and flying dragons involved the vast majority, otherwise they would have been submerged by the sea of ​​insects in an instant.

The lord reacted quickly, nipping the insect plague in the bud that threatened to sweep across the entire Red Dragon Mountain area, but there were still many things waiting for them to deal with.

Some insects on the road would suddenly rush over, but the insects that had lost their organization had no power to resist under Lance's continuous arrow shooting and were killed with their eight legs up in the air.

They stopped in front of a hive that was mostly destroyed by flames.

"It's simply a treasure trove of art." Duomei looked up at the insect nest.

Lance had doubts about this.

He didn't see that this thing, which looked like a combination of an ant nest and a beehive magnified thousands or tens of thousands of times, had anything to do with art.

"They really developed into a tribe!" Duomei exclaimed, as if any knowledge could make him excited.

The flying dragon circled overhead, declaring that the area was completely under control, allowing the two to rest assured.

After entering the insect nest, the dense swarm of insects did not actively attack, but made way for them. This scene surprised the two. The difference was that Lance was terrified, while Duomei was surprised.

In the hive hall where the unbearable heat of the flames still remained, Lind sat on a stone, sensing something with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a woman's body with her lower half cut off.

She was completely tied up and hung up with chains, which wrapped her up like a silkworm cocoon, leaving only her head exposed. Occasionally, one could catch a glimpse of her fair skin around her waist through the gaps in the chains.

Those eyes are also worrying, and the densely packed eyeballs make people shudder.

"You're here?" Lind opened his eyes. "How many of our brothers have sacrificed their lives?"

He looked towards Lance as he said this.

"Seven!" Lance gritted his teeth, "The vast majority of the remaining people are injured, but the potion can heal them."

This was a victory, with the few defeating the many, but every person who died was a familiar face who had followed him for a long time. He should be happy about the victory, but also sad at the same time.

"I will hold the highest cremation ceremony and everyone will remember them," Lind said.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Everyone will die, and Lind is not sure when he will die, but letting the dead leave in the most glorious manner is the last thing he can do as a lord.

For those who live in this world and still persist, the final motivation is probably only to "live longer" and "die with more dignity".

The gods in the sky will also leave, the magic circle that is the source of infinite power will also be broken, civilization will eventually turn to ashes, and nothing in the world is eternal.

If he were to die someday, Lind hoped that at least he would not be killed by players as a BOSS, and then have them stand in front of his corpse and say, "No good equipment dropped!"

"Is this your harvest?" Duomei waited for the two to stop talking before speaking.

He looked at the queen who was still bleeding. She had completely lost the strength to resist, and only her will was still struggling with Lind.

"I'm trying to connect with her." Lind nodded, not denying Dome's description: "A captive."

Since the other party is some kind of creature, it should be able to be enslaved just like the "flying dragon", "disaster horse", "volcano bird", etc.

Humans should also be within the scope of enslavement of the Lost Soul Chains, but Lind never thought of doing so. The queen should be the first sub-human creature he tried to enslave.

"Her mind is very confused. I'm trying to find some useful information from it," Lind said as he rubbed his head with some difficulty. After the two minds were connected, when the noisy and chaotic memories came over him, he could hardly bear the complicated emotions.

The queen seemed to have absorbed the spirit of the entire swarm into her brain.

"Can I look around?" Domei asked, almost impatient to explore the insect nest.

"Wait a minute!" Linde closed his eyes.

After a while, a centipede came running over that was half the size of the previous centipede, but its body was still two times larger than the disaster horse, like a chariot covered in thick armor.

"It will take you to every corner of the hive," Lind said. "I hope you can bring back good news."

Duo Mei also looked at Lind: "It seems that you have gained a lot."

Lind's gains were indeed huge. He captured the queen of the hive and then trapped her with the Soul-Loss Chains, which meant that he indirectly controlled the entire swarm.

Now this underground world has begun to open up to him.

(End of this chapter)