Chapter 388 Equipment Qualitative Change
Linde met Melulan again.

The queen wrapped in hatred exudes a powerful aura. Her exquisite figure is wrapped in a black long skirt and her arms are wrapped in black lace gloves.

The delicate face is pale, but the lips are bright red.

The favorability level remained almost full, just as he expected.

It wasn't Lind who took the initiative to investigate the other party, but the other party took the initiative to entangle him with emotions. That feeling made him feel as if he was facing a spider girl spewing pink poisonous mist.

Full of sexiness and death.

But it was impossible for Lind to have any improper thoughts about her. It was simple: it was a corpse!
The body of a dead queen of the Black Swamp Kingdom was reborn with new limbs through a wizard's strange magic, but it could not change the fact that she was dead. Later, Lind gave the body to a vampire.

The only difference between her and Redwald is that the mind named "Melulan" still dominates this body, but it is hard to say whether she is the real Melulan, but it doesn't matter.

"Your underground blood lamb ranch needs new shepherds," Meilulan said, "I found a group of night demons who are good at magic and can take on the task of shepherding. They are homeless now."

She needed to leave, otherwise the pastures of the underworld would be left to waste.

"Night Stalker?"

Lind remembered that there seemed to be an undead man carrying a painting on his back all day long. It was Boyd's work, a painting of an elf girl with blue skin.

"They have a natural advantage in magic and speed," Melulan continued.

"The Blood Lamb Ranch is no longer important now." Linde shook his head.

With the rapid iteration of versions, there are more and more ways for the undead to obtain the Heart of Doom. He can only use more advanced potions to attract the undead, and low-level potions are no longer competitive.

There are always undead people learning to brew potions.

Now various gaming guilds have joined in, and they are also keen on brewing their own potions, which can reduce costs.

It just so happens that potion formulas are not very precious things. High-level potion formulas cannot be circulated because the undead cannot access them. But it is different for low-level potions. Many people will donate them selflessly directly on the forum.

The circulation of knowledge is too fast, forcing Linde to master more competitive capabilities. The era of exploiting information gaps to make immortal profits is over.

And there is another situation, whether there will be undead people who have nothing to do and make their own equipment.

Not only do you have to compete with the "officials", you also have to compete with the immortals. The competitive pressure is really great.

Everything is pushing Linde to seek more and better resources.

As for what will happen to ordinary NPCs after abandoning the Bloody Lamb Ranch, it doesn’t really matter at all.

Due to their limited talents, they can only be great knights throughout their lives. There is no need for Lind to continue to promote them and waste a large number of pharmacists for this.

As NPCs in the "Novice Village" period, they have completed their tasks.

Perhaps in the future, "exams" and "competition" will replace everyone, and talented people will be cultivated. Otherwise, everyone will be a great knight or wizard, and new troubles will evolve, that is, people with no talent are unwilling to work because of their identity as extraordinary people.

If you join the army and fight, you may not even be able to defeat experienced soldiers if you only have a rank.

In order to keep up with the game version, many things around Lind had to be eliminated, including those important NPC commanders.

You can't expect a group of level 11 knights to face a level 100 BOSS.

The Blood Lamb Ranch has played its role, and new "ranches" will emerge in the future, which will be eliminated after playing their role for a period of time.

Therefore, Lind's attitude towards these blue-skinned girls is the same as that towards the green-skinned girls. They are just a new race that believes in a certain "God". There is no fundamental difference.

"You should go to Scarlet City."

Lind hoped that Melulan would lead the blood clan of Scarlet City back to the Black Swamp Kingdom: "Establish a new force. When I am done here, I will go to help you."

He has already begun to reap the benefits of the abyss, and it would be a waste to leave it to the undead. It would be better for him to kill them himself with justice.

Leave the burden of saving humanity to me!

"If there is any news in the future, ask the vampires to send a message to the Red Sister in Raven City."

"I see."

Melulan turned into a black mist and left.

"As an old noble boss, it should be reasonable for me to train a vampire boss myself." Lind looked in the direction where Melulan left.

It doesn't matter at all about those blue-skinned night demons.

The new race that believed in "God" and himself were not on the same page. Compared with the capriciousness of the undead, these guys whose brains were eaten by God could not be called normal at all.

It’s better to go back to the front line of the abyss, where there is a group of undead waiting to be harvested.

……

The battle to invade the Abyss has begun.

The undead's speed of advancing the map is more exaggerated than imagined.

Perhaps even the Abyss itself did not expect that it was the only one who opened a big crack in the material plane and killed its way out, causing the world to collapse, but it did not expect that someone would block its own nest and start killing.

It was typical that both sides could not be killed completely, one side was refreshing madly, and the other side was resurrecting constantly.

Then the Abyss saw something even more outrageous. They had always been the ones burning, killing and looting, but how come they themselves had become resources to be harvested by others?

Due to their limited strength, the undead cannot go too far.

After entering through the long and narrow crack, you can only barely occupy a stronghold.

All the undead felt the problem. Is the Great Rift a later map of the game?
Not only the undead thought so, but Lind also thought so.

All the epic-level Executioners were infected and corrupted, which meant that the enemy was at least epic level. Boyd couldn't say what the strength of the Rock King was. He was cursed just by being glanced at.

It is indisputable that he is very strong, stronger than Lind.

Considering the previous "official" breach of trust and early update, it once again confirmed Lind's idea that the "official" has very weak control over this world, and something happened that the other party could not have expected, so they were in a hurry to start the public beta.

The "unforeseen situation" must be related to the abyss invasion of the Great Rift, which cannot be stopped, so the undead are needed to fill the hole.

This is a bit like the strategy game that Lind played before. Originally, the farmers were asked to cut down trees and the soldiers were asked to fight, but for some reason the soldiers couldn't hold on, and then the enemy arrived at the front of the nest.

In order to protect the nest, he had to let the peasants give up cutting trees and resist. Although he knew that the peasants could not resist the powerful enemy, he had no other choice. Either he had to use the peasants' sacrifice to hold the enemy back, or he would be killed by the enemy directly and the game was over.

After stepping out of this world and historical background, treating the whole world as a game and the "officials" as his opponents, Lind found that he could see the essence of the problem more easily.

But his opponents may not care about a small ant like him.

Several kingdoms have already fallen to the Abyss's attack. If this were a game, Lind would be very inconspicuous in it.

……

After Lind returned to the fortress, he didn't waste any time and just put up a sign outside.

The undead passing by took a subconscious look and immediately stopped moving.

"Qualitative change in equipment?"

Lind made a qualitative change to the equipment, giving the weapons more special effects.

"Linde is actually a part-time enchantment forger!"

The undead who had previously obtained the Scavenger Abyss Set were just curious. They already had the equipment, so there was no need for them to undergo a qualitative change.

How can a decent game be without forging enchantments?

In the Ganges!
"Brother De, what's the price?" someone came up and asked.

Linde pointed to the sign that had just been put up nearby.

More and more people came, and those behind pushed those in front.

"Help me recite!" someone shouted.

So the person in the front reads loudly so that the people behind can hear.

Others took screenshots and photos and uploaded them to the forum so that the undead people of the Rand Kingdom could see them directly without having to queue up.

"The first qualitative change forging can give the equipment special effects. The options now include [Dragonization] and [Iris]. The success rate is not 100% and depends on the material."

"First time? Is there any enhancement?" Someone reacted immediately.

Linde also looked up at the other person.

You have also learned how to answer questions quickly. You seem to be very qualified. You should be the lord.

But Linde couldn't provide the enhancement function immediately. Whose equipment enhancement just required money? Various materials were required, and there were also enhancement coupons.

And the plot must be advanced to a certain extent. In short, it is not good to get it easily.

Linde is committed to making full use of the resources in his hands.

"I want to undergo a qualitative change and transform into a dragon."

One of the undead men decisively took out his weapon and took off all his equipment.

He has a dragon-transformed greatsword from the Golden Throne campaign, which comes with a negative emotion buff that can put the attacked enemy into a state of fear.

If I put on a complete set, can I directly cosplay as a dragon soldier?

Linde hooked his fingers and directly deducted it from the opponent's military merit. The so-called qualitative change is actually to use curses to contaminate equipment.

"Come and get it tomorrow." Linde waved his hand.

"Can't we just do it now?"

"It takes time, wait."

It's a seller's market now. I'm an NPC. When have I ever seen a player ask an NPC to speed up their work? We are all code programmers, don't we understand?

Linde suddenly thought of a question: could he launch a coupon to accelerate the qualitative change of equipment?

But he just thought about it, because he had no connection with the official and could not enjoy any discounts, so many krypton gold methods were unnecessary for him.

Those things that destroy the balance of the game don’t matter to the game officials, because their original intention of making games is to make money, and the turnover from rich guys’ krypton gold is the main profit. As for the balance of the game, is it very important?

But Linde doesn't want money, he doesn't want code programs, what he wants are the in-game resources, these things are purely liver-intensive.

Although they couldn't see how Lind operated, more and more undead people chose to hand over their equipment to Lind, and were even afraid that he would refuse to accept it.

After all, he is an official NPC and the chief of the novice village during the internal testing period. He certainly wouldn't cheat us.

Linde reaped the rewards as he wished.

Without military merit points, the undead who can no longer rely on their past merits will have to move and fight hard.

……

at the same time.

As the spearhead, Wen Wen and William have begun exploring the Great Rift and are trying to go deeper into areas that even the undead cannot reach.

There are large cracks and collapsed cliffs with many mounds and platforms that are inconvenient to stand on.

There was a bottomless abyss below, and no echo could be heard if a stone was dropped.

At least one has to be a great knight to come here, ordinary people can't even move on the platform.

After going down for about half a day, you will reach a place with tiled floors.

This place was like a huge castle, and they seemed to have appeared directly at the high tower of an abandoned castle.

When you enter, you will see a brazier with flickering red flames barely illuminating the surroundings.

The lion flag and dragon flag are hung high on both sides, representing that this place currently belongs to Lind's expeditionary force.

The undead sat together in groups of three or four, chatting, healing their wounds, and eating. They looked no different from the soldiers fighting on the front lines.

But if you look closely, you will find that they are happily talking about their handsome swordsmanship and mentioning their 1V5 feat.

The firelight illuminated the edges of William and Wen's armor. The golden outlines made them attract the attention of the undead. The undead subconsciously lowered their voices and looked towards the two men.

However, the two men would not stop there. They quickly walked down the castle's spiral staircase. The entire building was intact, but there were large stains of blood on the ground and walls.

Fighting is going on constantly here, and any respite is only temporary.

If it weren't for the undead who were immersed in the joy of killing, even without the invasion of the abyss, ordinary soldiers would have suffered a mental breakdown. After being unable to stop them, the resurrected things in the abyss would climb up, and then the fortress would become their target of attack.

When the two arrived at the castle hall, they finally saw the only damaged thing in the castle.

Broken castle gate.

There were more than a dozen small knives of advice stuck at the door, and the messages on them were very uniform.

"There is a magnificent view ahead, please witness it"

William and Wen walked out of the castle gate side by side and looked forward.

A scene that had nothing to do with the "big rift" and the "abyss" appeared.

The sky was filled with a dim light like the setting sun, and every place within sight was covered with a layer of pale yellow coat.

The front is not a wasteland, but an endless group of tall towers.

There are messy rock pillars growing in it.

There are also stone sculptures that look like the ferocious and roaring disaster of the abyss.

Its body is at least 15 meters tall. It squats on top of huge stone pillars, guarding against the densely scattered high-rise buildings, looking very inharmonious.

The two of them were currently located in one of the towers, and the so-called "castle" was just a huge tower.

And at the end of their sight there was a towering mountain, which was taller than the other buildings, as if telling them that there was the end of the great rift abyss.

William looked down.

There are tomb caves next to those huge rock pillars.

"There are dangers everywhere here." William felt his lips were a little dry.

Unlike what he had imagined, the abyss was desolate yet gorgeous, like a dim world made entirely of rock and soil.

Various religious-like stone sculptures give this place an indescribable atmosphere.

There are no abscesses, no dark pus, nothing exists here.

The quiet and peaceful world before our eyes has nothing to do with the abyss.

But the bloody smell in the wind cannot lie, those things are still here, they just haven't taken action yet, and haven't been exposed yet.

An undead person walked over.

He first greeted the two of them, then took out a bow, and under the two's puzzled gazes, the arrow flew through the sky and landed on a huge stone sculpture closest to the place.

The next moment, the stone sculpture, which seemed completely lifeless in the eyes of the two men, suddenly twisted its head quickly and emitted a breath of epic disaster.

Rushed towards this side.

This scene shocked Wen Wen and William, because if those stone sculptures were alive, it meant that there might be thousands or even more epic disasters as enemies underground.

Even Wen, who was once an "angel", felt the terrible pressure that touched his soul.

The quietness and beauty are just appearances. This is the abyss, the terrifying abyss!

"Oh my god! Get out of here quickly." The undead man shouted at the two of them, then rushed back into the gate of the tower.

The two of them also ran back subconsciously.

A gigantic stone statue, over 15 meters tall, climbed to the gate of the tower. Its huge body prevented it from taking any further steps inside, and at most only allowed one arm to fit in.

William and Wen Jingjing followed the undead and hid at the stairs.

Then I saw the undead shooting arrows non-stop.

The "big and weak" people are very calm.

The two looked at the huge stone sculpture, or perhaps it should be called a "gargoyle", whose arms were covered with scars.

This isn't the first time the undead have taken action.

There were footsteps behind me. The undead heading to the abyss were already prepared. Some threw out various potions, and wizards chanted magic to temporarily enchant their teammates.

The Great Knight was praying, surrounded by flames.

Finally, the gargoyle, whose attack failed, retreated and let out a roar that could pierce a person's eardrum.

The sound of rustling footsteps was heard.

"Here they come!" an undead shouted.

"What's coming?" William asked subconsciously.

"That's weird. Every time the gargoyle can't beat us, he gets anxious and calls his subordinates. Those subordinates are all above level 11. Oh, that's the big knight."

A dark mass of disasters has arrived, and they look cleaner than the infected humans.

The body is thin and similar to that of a small animal.

"Where did they come from?" William felt strange, because the undead had only been deep in the Great Rift for less than a day, but they had already grasped a lot of key information and were happily "brushing".

"The underground mausoleum and the surface of the large rift are full of high-level elite monsters, namely those gargoyles and wandering servants. The underground mausoleum is a nest, but we don't know what else there is because we can't get close."

William took a step forward on his own initiative.

"I'm here to help too!"

The undead were overjoyed when they heard this. Are they coming to help the NPC fight monsters?

It turns out that what the boss said is right. The most powerful wheelchair in the game is not some special weapon or skill, but the fact that you can win without any effort with the help of the NPC boss!

The flames swept across and the battle had begun.

Unlike the undead who were happy, William and Wen felt extremely heavy in their hearts. They wondered what Lord Lind would do after knowing the situation here. Perhaps he would be worried as well.

(End of this chapter)