Chapter 350 BOSS Red Knight
Speaking of Prince Seven Hydwin of the Black Catfish, he is definitely a legendary figure, the sword master of the Kingdom of Rand, a bloodthirsty thief. Countless masters have died in his hands, and he has never hesitated to open his bloody mouth to the weak.

Neither Redwald nor Rania could do anything to him after they ascended the throne.

Mentioning his name can stop a child from crying at night.

He is not a hero, but he is really famous. With his existence, the entire Rand Kingdom is always complaining, and the relationship with the Black Swamp Kingdom always reaches freezing point in the fastest time, because he likes to hunt those border soldiers.

Black Island is destined to be a tough nut to crack.

Everything should be as it should be.

You know, but.

The Queen convened a meeting and identified Black Isle as the next target to be dealt with. Those attending the meeting included Queen Rania Hedwin and her loyal Duke of Lion, Lind Arman, the commander-in-chief of the Land Legion.

Also present were Marcus, who led the Rand Corps cavalry, Lance, who led the archers, Wen, the Lord of Raven, who led the soldiers of Raven, and...

They were all Lind's subordinates and had long since sworn allegiance to Lind.

The feudal lord of a feudal lord is not my feudal lord.

The only thing Rania was sure belonged to her in this country was the golden throne beneath her butt, and she did not feel comfortable sitting on it.

Lance took out a map. Nowadays, when magic is gradually being used, soldiers still choose hand-drawn maps. Maps outlined with pen strokes seem to make them feel more at ease and real.

This is a map of the northwest direction of the royal city of Goliath. As Lance spread his arms and pressed the slightly curled map on the table, it seemed as if his whole body was pressing down on the mountains and forests on the map.

"If we want to get to the Black Isle, it will take us several weeks."

From the first sentence Lance said, Rania knew that he was definitely going to say something on behalf of Linde, and she turned her head and looked at Linde.

"It will pass through a small territory, the Crimson Knight Arena."

"Where do you want to go?" Raniya understood what Linde meant.

Because from the map, you need to turn a little to get to the Crimson Knight Arena, which doesn't seem to be very convenient.

"It's not that I want to go there, but we have to go this way," Lind stretched out his hand and tapped on the map. The sound of his index finger tapping on the table made people's hearts tremble slightly.

"From here, even if we cross the forest, what awaits us is a swamp. The only way left for us is a small bridge that only allows two soldiers to cross side by side. Even if Prince Seven is not good at military operations, he must know to stop us at this position, or simply jump out from behind to block us after we walk onto the bridge. Just imagine what a group of heavily armored soldiers will encounter after falling into a turbulent river."

No one misses the opportunity to kick a shove.

"And from what I've heard, the prince is always good at killing people."

Lind continued, "So we must try to avoid taking the road from the forest to the swamp, and take a detour to the Red Knight Arena. Then, when we go over that mountain, there will be a lake waiting for us."

"Lake?" Rania frowned. "There's not even a bridge there."

It's impossible to use a fishing boat.

"Yes, there is not even a bridge there," Lind nodded, "but I received a message that there is a group of poor residents in our territory who need help. They will help cross the water."

"What did you promise them?" Rania asked.

"No promises, but from what I know, their lords hope to have a chance to pledge allegiance to the Kingdom of Rand and to Her Majesty the Queen."

The main direction of the attack had been determined and Lind stopped talking.

But he felt like a powerful minister who had completely sidelined the queen, and everyone would subconsciously look at him when they talked about their battle plans.

He is simply a genuine villain!

But he was also thinking that it would be great if someone could refute him. He really had no interest in doing such a thankless job.

A wider stage awaits him, in the Demonic Land, in the Eternal Frost Land, in short, definitely not the Xilu Continent.

Black Island had long been built into an iron plate by Prince Black Catfish. It was surrounded by either swamps or lakes. The terrain advantage made it easy to defend but difficult to attack. Furthermore, according to the map drawn by Black Island long ago, it can be seen that Prince Black Catfish had turned his territory into a maze.

The overlapping areas are dazzling to look at.

Who knows how many dangers are lurking inside.

But as long as the soldiers of the Land Corps arrive at Black Island, the battle will be over. Lind will not participate in this war personally. He is trying to pull himself out of the front line. The complicated military operations waste too much of his energy.

He must prepare for higher-level combat, as those enemies cannot be defeated by numbers, at least not at this stage.

After the meeting, the legion began to prepare.

At the same time, the undead people of the Rand Kingdom also received a new mission, to attack the Black Island!

There are two roads. One road takes two more weeks to travel, but there is little risk and it requires a detour. The other road is very dangerous and may result in death, but it can reach the destination in the shortest time.

Ask the immortal which one he would choose?
Undead: Are there two roads? We can only see one!
After receiving the mission, the undead began their journey to the Black Island. They still chose to travel in twos and threes, even though this was a war that everyone knew about.

The most fascinating thing about a free exploration game is that it allows you to get lost.

In other words, a game that doesn't let you get lost is not a good open game, and the undead people have felt it now.

The undead walked through a forest of moss-covered trees that were dotted with poisonous frogs, and as expected, got lost in it.

"Woooooo~"

"Did you hear anything?"

A woman with her back to the undead appeared. She sat on the dewy moss, revealing her white thighs.

"After enduring for so long, it's finally my turn to endure the honey trap?"

If the woman is just crying, the immortal will actually be kind.

Again, but.

But there was a blood streak on the top of her head.

On the road through the forest to the swamp, the undead made a lot of noise.

Black Island.

Marvin, the dual-blade master, quickly crossed the intricate narrow streets. If he wanted to get to the Lord's Hall from the entrance in the Black Island, the quickest way was definitely not to walk along the road. The road that made him feel dizzy and headache was more tiring than lying on the back of a woman who lifted up her gray skirt and worked hard for a while.

He knew a quicker way, which was to climb over the miller's second-floor window and walk quickly along the roof, remembering to step on the ridge, otherwise an old woman covered in mud might jump out, yelling and killing people with a knife.

After one leap, he stepped on the tree trunk in front of him and easily climbed to the second floor of the lord's building.

The soldiers had seen him a long time ago, but they were used to the way he appeared.

The rainy season is here, and the soldiers can no longer bear the city lord's hall that is about to fall into the heavy rain. The second floor and above will gradually become everyone's main activity area.

After seeing the tall and thin figure in the room, the double-blade master Marvin immediately said, "The Rand Corps has taken action, and their target is us. They are passing through the forest and swamp, and they will arrive in a week or two at most."

Prince Black Catfish looked down at the map. Just as Lind had commented before, he was good at all skills related to killing.

There is nothing more satisfying than killing enemies on the battlefield, and killing more is more satisfying.

"They are difficult to deal with," Prince Black Catfish spoke highly of Lind, otherwise he would not have fled back to Black Island immediately after confirming that Lind was going to Raven City. "Wizards, great knights, his army is constantly improving, and they also have the best enchanted armor, weapons, and even siege equipment."

But Prince Black Catfish obviously did not want to surrender. When he was about to go crazy, a voice appeared in his mind. Although that voice failed to control him, it unexpectedly helped him regain some sanity before he went crazy.

Madness still existed, and sanity also existed, intertwined and troubling him.

"We don't have much time left. They will definitely pass through the narrow bridge. This is the only way to get to the island if not by boat."

It would be even easier if they took a boat, as the defenders, Black Island had enough firepower to deal with those moving targets who could only stay in the waters below the city walls.

"Ambush here, wait for their army to reach the bridge, and then attack." said Prince Black Catfish.

"You can either jump into the river and risk your life, but I guess their soldiers can hold on. But they will be met with a head-on blow, so get ready."

"Yes," the dual-swordsman Ma Wen nodded.

This is not a commendable combat skill. If you want to attack Black Island, this is the only way.

"It is not our ambush that will defeat Lind and the Land Army, but their arrogance."...

Red Knight Arena,
The base camp of the Salamander Party. The reason why it is called the base camp is very simple. The ones who can grant the existence of "Salamanders" are imprisoned in the deepest part of the arena.

Every night you can hear roars and insults from that scorching giant, the Red Knight Black Gold!

I was still browsing forums and watching videos, but as the news of the "public beta" suddenly appeared, a large number of popular science videos popped up like mushrooms after a rain.

Too much.

He even received several interview invitations. In reality, many top video bloggers also wanted to get in early and get a piece of the pie, but the game "The Ring" is very casual and doesn't care about who is a blogger or not.

Before the public beta, everyone said it was a scam and that someone was filming a web drama. However, as the public beta gets closer, bloggers who want to be the first to get in have been anxious to enter the market through various means.

You can play games even when you fall asleep. This is not just a game quota, it is an admission ticket to a new era!

All the undead who have made a name for themselves in the game have been invited, but the most impressive one is the one who is called "freeloader" and still keeps on talking tough.

"Wheelchair skills? Wheelchair weapons? If a new player wants to become stronger while playing the game, the best way is to increase their favorability. There is no skill more satisfying than summoning a strong person to help you advance the map."

"The most powerful wheelchair is not the one that slashes the lion, but someone pushing your butt from behind."

The roar came from the depths of the arena again.

The shrill roar was like countless iron claws scratching your nerves, making you feel irritated from the bottom of your heart.

He is still being stubborn. Apart from the first time he met the Red Knight, he has never had any contact with him. The top leaders of the Salamander Party have been trying to prevent more people from contacting him. They claim that the old nobles have a power that corrupts the mind.

But he still refused to believe it because he knew that there was an old noble who was doing very well in Goliath.

There must be a hidden plot!
No undead can resist a hidden plot.

He is now also one of the top leaders, relying on his chocolate wife, many people know his name. He is different from the gigolo in the eyes of the undead. He is immortal and fearless and is still a strong man respected by the NPCs.

Entering the "dungeon" where the Red Knight was imprisoned, this was actually the visiting room of the territory. He could see a tall chair in the spacious room, with torches on both sides, and stone pillars supporting the roof but looking a bit redundant. In the past, this place should have been full of fully armed soldiers.

But now the visiting room is empty. The Salamanders have robbed it and imprisoned the lord of this place deep inside, tied to a chair on a high stone platform, and bound with chains and magic.

The roar came again.

He was still trying to be stubborn and walked in the direction of the sound. He entered the corridor and his vision became dim.

He lit a torch, and used the light to penetrate the darkness. He successfully found a low passage in the dark wall, and he approached with his head lowered.

Knock gently.

"No one?" He was still being stubborn and a little surprised.

All exceptions must be guarded by soldiers, and the Red Knights are the "cornerstone" of the Salamander Party.

He felt a little uneasy, but the "hidden plot" kept irritating him. The self-centered undead could accept all emergencies except the dull ones and took them for granted.

He pushed the door open, and although there was no fog door or anything else, he subconsciously drew his weapon.

Step into it.

It was a little different from the road he had walked before, but as he went deeper, the road looked more and more familiar, and he heard the voice of a woman talking to herself, something like "stars", she kept repeating "stars".

Until suddenly a powerful roar erupted in front.

He was still trying to be stubborn when he suddenly fell down. A piece of gravel flew past his scalp and penetrated deeply into the wall behind him, raising a cloud of dust.

There was no need to keep talking stubbornly and try to find out what was waiting for him, because a giant figure was already rushing towards him.

[Old Noble·Red Knight·Black Gold, lv31]

The blood-red name was right above his head, and the other party successfully broke free from the restraints.

"It's going to be bad!" He was very sure of it.

The next moment, he turned into ashes.

When he was still trying to prove his resurrection, he appeared at the edge of the Crimson Knights Arena. Giants four or five meters tall were wreaking havoc under a hail of arrows. Buildings collapsed one after another, and the dust kicked up was enough to let the Salamanders experience what a massacre was.

A true old noble escaped from his predicament, and the beasts returned to the mountains.

A large number of Salamander Gang members rushed out, and palm-sized Salamanders emerged from their bodies. The illusory figures bared their fangs and claws towards the giant.

Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the "skill mechanism", he is unable to do this. He can only wait for his Salamander to take action when his attack causes damage, and it is impossible for him to actively control it.

However, the composition of the Salamander Party is very complex, and combat happens to be the part they are not so good at.

The huge figure's manic fighting style was terrifying. When dozens of fire lizards turned into fire spots and crashed into the Red Knight, a fire lizard also jumped out from behind the opponent.

The difference is that this fire lizard is even taller than the Red Knight. It is like a small mountain, looking down at the little lizard cubs that are the same size as those just hatched from eggshells.

With a light sweep of the tail, all the little fire lizards died.

This is the arena, and what awaits the Salamanders next is only slaughter. No one knows how they captured the Red Knight before, and it is obvious that they have no way to replicate the original scene.

What is certain is that they will now pay for their actions with blood.

He was still stubborn and rushed out of the Salamander Arena with the help of his "wheelchair".

"We must leave here!" the chocolate female warrior pulled him and said.

She liked the fact that he was still being stubborn. Maybe it was really because of his stubbornness, or there might be other reasons. Although they were a temporary couple, it would be much safer if they could escape together.

Associations, parties, gathering places, camps, no matter what they are, are just for the purpose of survival and warmth. If everyone lives a comfortable life, maybe they will have the leisure to engage in a power struggle.

Now, it's time to escape.

And you have to run faster than others.

The arena was breaking apart, and human bodies were blown into the sky like debris. Above the arena, clusters of scarlet flowers bloomed, and then turned into rain and fell.

The woman was still pulling him, but he held her back and asked, "Have you ever considered joining the Rand Kingdom and becoming a mercenary? I heard they are quite open-minded."

"Of course I..." The chocolate woman's dirty words came to her lips, but she swallowed them forcefully.

A group of Rand soldiers had quietly surrounded the entire Red Knight Arena, and Lind Alman, who was still insisting that he had only seen him in the video, was striding towards them with a red name on his head.

He didn't even look at him, which made him feel relieved even though he was still being stubborn. At the same time, he also understood that now should be "CG viewing time".

Lind walked towards the Red Knight.

His strong figure looked as short and thin as a toddler in front of the Red Knight.

The old noble Red Knight, who was still trying hard to record the scene in front of him, had gone mad and completely lost his mind. He was panting heavily, but after seeing Lind, he suppressed the madness in his heart.

"Linde?" He shouted and roared.

"Red Knight, I am now the general of the Lander Legion, the Duke of Troll Castle, and I have helped Queen Rania recapture the royal city of Goliath." He counted his merits slowly, but his tone was calm as if he was chatting.

"I heard that you were resting here, so I came to invite you. The Rand Kingdom is in need of talents now, and you may be able to inherit your father's title."

Afterwards, everyone present saw a small mountain kneeling on one knee.

Under the shining of the "stars", the Red Knight regained his sanity and made a decision in an instant.

The salamander made entirely of energy also imitated kneeling.

The flames formed a film of light on the ground.

"Fighting for you, my lord."

　Physical discomfort and chronic gastrointestinal problems can be corrected and repaired quickly to speed up the recovery.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)