Chapter 375 Exile Outpost
The distance from the Morpheus Gate Outpost to the Exile Outpost was not far, about two days, but Lind did his best to be protected.

As a "service industry practitioner", Lind attaches great importance to the experience of the undead.

When he reached the cliff, he deliberately stopped for a long time. Although the undead people were eager to complete the task, they were powerless to stop Lind from leaving.

No matter what game you play, the follow-and-escort mission is like this, which drags out the game time.

"The terrain has changed. It is different from what the Crystal Mage recorded at the time, but..." Lind looked down.

If the terrain alone is not enough to challenge the Knight, they can put up a ladder or a rope to go down.

The perfect terrain also greatly facilitates Lind's defense. Assuming that the front-line fortress of the Disaster Executioners has been completely lost, it will not be so easy for those things in the abyss to escape.

The terrain advantage is probably the last mercy this world offers to mankind.

And Lind thought more about what he could get from this battle. There was no doubt that defeating the abyss would bring huge benefits.

In addition to these, the undead should also provide something.

"Is there a hidden mission?"

"I think so."

"I heard that there is a huge crack in the abyss in that direction!"

"I'm going, how do I get off?"

The undead were also studying it, but they had no idea that the NPC next to them was thinking about how to put the butcher knife to their necks and cut them hard.

After a short stay, the team continued to move forward.

When he first entered the exile village, Lind frowned slightly when he saw the carnivorous flies all over the sky, but the carnivorous flies instinctively did not approach him.

The aura Linde exudes is like that of a big boss. He appears to be humanoid, but if we compare his true appearance, he should be the same as Baron Ronan the Great Snake and Dragon King Kurt. At the very least, he should be a four or five meter tall Red Knight.

But the undead were in trouble and could only be driven away by waving their weapons.

There were still people who reacted quickly and directly opened the barriers or lit torches to drive them away, thus ensuring their own safety and avoiding further harassment.

There is no need for Lind to give orders when encountering some disasters on the road. The undead are not in the mentality of completing the task at all, but are fighting for monsters.

Hands are fast, hands are slow!
It was already the evening of the next day when we arrived at the exile post. The post used a suspended iron door. The steering wheel turned to roll up the iron chain, and then the iron chain pulled up the iron door.

There are only a few people here and there.

A man in tattered clothes and with a huge iron cage on his head was lying on the ground.

He lunged forward.

"Haha! I caught you!"

I raised my hand and picked it up, and it turned out to be a black cockroach the size of a palm.

"Damn, he's not going to eat it, is he?" an undead man couldn't help but say.

"I'm not stupid!" Unexpectedly, the man turned around.

The iron cage had covered his entire head, with only the mouth, nose and eyes having openings.

He is a festering exile!
"I just caught them for fun," the exile said, pointing to a room made of wood and mud. "That room is filled with the food you brought."

"I'm Lind Alman, where is Boyd?" Lind said calmly.

As far as he knew, the festering exiles were not good people. They were essentially people who had committed unforgivable crimes and were doomed to die. Every country had death row prisoners.

The Disaster Executioners will travel to various countries to find death row prisoners, bring them to the front lines, let them use their sinner bodies to resist the abyss and atone for their sins, and play their last role before they die.

People who are supposed to die earn every extra day they live. It is a very contradictory thing to say whether we should thank a group of death row prisoners who have caused countless tragedies for protecting the world.

"Ah, you are the one they are talking about!" The exile stood up and quickly stepped back, hiding a little further away from Lind. He had an instinctive fear of the nobles.

"He, he is painting in there." The exile raised his hand and pointed at another short mud house.

"You wait here." Linde only gave one instruction, then walked towards the small mud house, pushed the door open and went in. There was a skylight on the roof, and light shone in.

It's like a physical beam of light just falls on the drawing board.

A hunched and skinny figure, also wearing an iron cage on his head, was concentrating on painting.

"Boyd?" Lind asked.

The hunched figure slowly turned around and looked up and down at Linde with his eyes through the holes in his iron bridle: "Linde Arman?"

He stood up and saluted Lind in a noble manner.

"The picture you drew was good."

"Yes, I remember it was painted when you were 17 years old. I was convinced that you would become a powerful nobleman, but now it seems that I was too conservative." Although Boyd no longer had the unrestrained debauchery of the past, he could still tell from his conversation that he still retained the elegant habits of the aristocracy.

“We have different life experiences.”

Lind did not ask Boyd why he became like this. If the other party was unwilling to say, he would restrain his curiosity. This was the respect he reserved for a man who once had dignity.

"I heard that you formed an expeditionary force to fight against the abyss?"

"Yes."

"So, did you obey the call of a certain voice?"

Linde's eyes flickered: "Of course... no, so you heard it?"

"Those noises can affect one's creation. I hate it when someone keeps talking in my ear while I'm painting, but after coming here, it's much better."

"Your painting house is nice." Lind looked up at the hole in the roof.

Boyd said: "That's the hole I asked the 'rat catcher' to help dig. It rarely rains in this place, so don't worry."

It was getting late and Lind was destined to spend the night here, so he was not in a hurry to ask Boyd for help.

"When you have time, can you help me draw another one?"

"Is one enough?"

"The Lord of Star Dragon City, the Snake Catcher Fortress, the Lord of Black Island, the Lord of Mountain Troll Castle, the Duke of Rand Kingdom, and the General of Rand Army." Lind pretended to count on his fingers casually, then sighed, "You'll be busy."

"Hahaha!" Boyd couldn't help laughing. "You're much more interesting now than before, Lind! When I was drawing your portrait, your hands looked like they were stuck to your knees with honey. You're simply the most obedient boy I've ever seen!"

"That's the best comment I've ever heard," Lind said with a smile. He also likes to chat in a joyful atmosphere.

So that's why he couldn't be a serious king.

As the chief of the Novice Village, being harmonious and friendly is definitely more important to me.

"I know you must have a lot of questions, but in exchange, you have to answer some of mine!" Boyd said.

"If you don't have a low self-esteem, the length can tell you that, too."

"It would be even better if I could see it with my own eyes. I will help you draw the album carefully!"

　I stayed up too long yesterday and accidentally slept all day today. I’ll try to finish it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)