Chapter 395: The Glory of Deserters
Morpheus' Gate, the highland village of the Night Demons.

The Night Demon Girls live in a narrow cave that is so narrow that only thin people can pass through sideways. Their blue skin seems to be born for living in the moonlight.

When the expeditionary force of the Kingdom of Rand was marching outside, they hid here. In fact, the distance between them was very far, so far that no one could come here without specific guidance.

They are used to hiding their lives.

The blood of every night demon flows with the magical blessing from the Daughter of Night. Although they are relatively weak in body, they are natural spellcasters.

Xiaoli gestured with her hands, hooked her two index fingers together and shook them up and down. She imagined a ring appeared from her right wrist, and then slowly moved to her left wrist as she shook her wrists.

When she opened her eyes, there was indeed the same ring.

Xiaoli swung her left hand suddenly, and the magic ring flew out and hit the rock wall in front.

A pit. This was how the Night Demons defeated the Mad Wolves before.

"That's it, Xiaoli."

The tribesmen were surprised at her learning speed.

There are not many people in their tribe.

"We can't stay here any longer. The Queen said she wants to go further away, back to her own country." The speaker was the elder among the Night Demons, or should we call him the Elder.

The night demons once met Melulan unexpectedly, and felt an aura from her that was similar to that of the Daughter of Night. They thought they might have found someone to rely on, but the other party did not think so.

Life in the cave is not as good as they imagined. They need food, space, freedom, etc., so they have to leave.

Perhaps dealing with those expeditionary forces is a good choice. Although they don’t have much experience in fighting the abyss, their resistance to the abyss is far greater than that of humans.

But dealing with the human army is not safe, as it is likely to attract their hostility.

It would be more appropriate for them to find a new, quiet and deserted place to continue living in, a place where they can grow food and be self-sufficient.

As mutants of the new era, the Night Stalkers can easily digest the food grown in the land. They can survive as long as they find a disaster shadow area, but it is difficult for them to live well because those disaster shadows will not allow large-scale planting of plants.

So the night demon girls dispersed and left to find a place to survive, leaving only the elders and the injured night demons waiting here.

Maybe in a month, maybe in three to five months, those who have gone away must come back, and preferably bring back good news.

The lonely night demon girls are like birds flying south in the cold winter, covered with frost and dew, running towards an unknown distance. The world is so big, there must be a corner where they can survive.

……

A large number of undead are being promoted, which is a very spectacular sight.

Even though Linde has launched a large number of "activities", it is well known that "activities" are equivalent to making people work hard to earn gold coins, and then giving them a little bit of useless but seemingly profitable gadgets.

However, the undead's consumption of his resources is still in a very, very terrifying state, and this is under the premise that the upper-level disaster hearts are provided by the undead themselves.

The undead provided a large number of jobs for the residents of the Rand Kingdom. Rania has sent letters several times for this reason. Almost no one grows crops anymore. Although life is not difficult, the development of the entire country will definitely be distorted in the long run.

Everyone wants to be a great knight, everyone wants to be a wizard master, everyone wants to be high and mighty.

In order to meet the needs of the undead, Lind had to provide a large number of props, equipment, etc., which also depended on the population. Moreover, the reward for hard work must be higher. Everyone has the right to choose to live a better life. Even if he is a lord, he cannot force work on them, unless they are slaves under his command.

There are almost no slaves in the Kingdom of Rand, and even the number of people imprisoned in the dungeons is decreasing rapidly. The undead will only be imprisoned when they cause trouble.

When NPCs commit crimes, they are usually killed directly or punished and then ransomed. The value of their lives is not worth wasting too much manpower and resources.

The upper echelons need to consider the issue of food reserves for next year and even beyond, but ordinary farmers don’t need to think so much, nor do they have to think more.

It would be fine if the current situation could continue, but the actual situation is that after all the undead are promoted and the current version of the abyss rift is opened, the demand will suddenly drop to a terrifying level.

When the undead left the Kingdom of Rand and went to the new map, the entire country's manufacturing industry overflowed, and then no one farmed, and people who were used to a good life and high income were unwilling to farm.

Although Lind would definitely have gone to a new world with the undead by then, or even earlier than them, this was his hometown after all, and the Novice Village would not disappear. The Kingdom of Rand was equivalent to a field where a steady supply of tools and humans could grow leeks, and giving up was definitely impossible.

It is necessary to make it easier for Her Majesty Queen Rania to manage the leek farmer she has chosen to represent her.

Lind has been thinking about this problem recently and has come up with several methods. The least reliable but fastest-acting method is to abandon the task.

[Daily Tasks], ordinary undead may not care about it, but studios and hardcore gamers will definitely not give up on this task. The only problem is the reward. Although the Heart of Disaster is now everywhere, it cannot be used as a reward because its value has overflowed too much.

When a Heart of Disaster transforms into a complete Disaster, it is easy to sweep through a small village.

If he is placed in the abyss, he is a small scoundrel; if he is placed in the novice village, he is a boss that makes people run away in fear.

In addition, there are weekly [active tasks], which is a routine that many games have. The game content is not interesting, but every time you complete a task, you can accumulate progress on the bar. When the activity is full, you can receive special rewards.

These methods are only temporary solutions and not the fundamental solution. The part that is relied on for survival must be self-sufficient.

So there is another way, which is to speed up farming efficiency and solve the problem from the root. Pay farmers high salaries to farm. One farmer can feed hundreds of people, and the problem will naturally be solved.

This is a magical world where anything is possible.

All Lind needs to do is to give the undead a task.

Undead people are really useful.

When Lind released the mission, no one cared at first.

[Food problem: Low food production has caused a difficult life for the residents of the Rand Kingdom. I heard there is a way to increase food production.]

It just seems like a boring quest, even though it appears in every main city.

But when they saw the reward for completing the task, the undead people mistakenly thought they had seen it wrong and rubbed their eyes frantically.

[Reward: Dragon Transformation Suit/Iris Suit, 1000 Expeditionary Force Merits, 500 Battle Experience Points]

This is no longer a huge reward.

So far, the craziest undead doing the quest has only more than 300 combat experience points, and those with 1-500 combat experience points are just the lowest-level trainee soldiers. In theory, they are lower-level than the guards with wooden sticks in the novice village.

When you reach 501 combat experience points, you will be promoted to a formal soldier, which is almost the same as an ordinary patrol soldier. It is said that you can also receive a higher salary.

When you reach 1001 battle experience points, you will automatically become an elite soldier, or commonly known as a soldier of the Rand Kingdom. You will wear a beautiful set of golden armor and show off your might when you go out. Ordinary people will bow their heads and greet you when they see you. It is said that the Rand Legion's shop will be open permanently.

Not to mention the subsequent classes, you will slowly leave the soldier class and join the middle class, attending balls, dinners, and elegant symphonies, until finally at 50 you become a baron and a true aristocrat!

In one mission, you can directly skip a stage and reach another level. No undead will not be tempted by it.

What they have to do is very simple. They just offer a reward on the forum. No matter who is from other countries or continents, if they have similar production-increasing potions, production-increasing props, etc., they will buy the formula at a high price!
Lind looked at the bounty post that had occupied a corner of the forum in a short period of time, and suddenly found that he, the fake NPC, was still very useful.

"Next time, I can use it to offer a reward for an epic potion formula."

It seems that I am not far away from getting the potion formula freely, but it seems inappropriate for me to post the bounty. Rania is very suitable for posting similar bounties. She is the queen and she is beautiful.

The only problem is that Rania has to start considering the scenario when there are tens of thousands more barons in the Rand Kingdom in the future.

……

In the snake catcher’s fortress, the cold wind urged the people in the sunset to finish their work quickly.

There is no shortage of work here, there is no shortage of work everywhere. The 123rd year of the Kingdom of Rand is about to come, which is also the fourth year since the magic ring was broken.

Om, with messy hair, pushed open the door and walked into the tavern with a burst of curses. He brought the cold wind, and when he fanned his coat, the chill penetrated into his neck like ice.

"Let me warm myself by the fire!" Om pushed the thin man next to him away and sat in front of the fireplace.

He was considering finding a job in the snake catcher's fortress to maintain and repair armor, the kind that requires a certificate and a badge. Although taxes are required, the undead people recognize this stuff and would rather spend more money on it. They trust the Duke more than anyone else, but Om doesn't think these people are smart, because the guy who got the badge before is obviously not as skilled as himself.

Just because of a so-called certificate and a badge...well, he had to get one.

Since the undead caravans appeared some time ago, their numbers have been increasing. They travel very fast and always carry a lot of products from other places. The caravan's business is also very good.

They were all doing big business, and Om felt that he should seize this critical opportunity.

For an ordinary person, it is considered great fortune if a great knight appears in a family. If there is a wizard, it is the blessing of God, no matter which god it is.

But the undead are completely different. They can quickly improve their strength in a few days or even less time. Ordinary people have to go through long-term training and preparation if they want to drink potions, but the undead can easily achieve their goals with a very high success rate.

"Of course, of course I met the Duke, but we usually call him the general at the front. You know, there are troops there."

Om heard the conversation at the next table.

He turned slightly to listen to the conversation between two people at the next table.

"I heard that the fortress has been recaptured at the front. How is the battle going? Those things, I mean..." The blind man raised his wine glass and asked in a yearning tone, "You must have seen a lot at the front."

The man paused, then raised his head and smiled. "More than you think, my brother! I am the general's most trusted soldier. I have accomplished several great things in times of danger, but I cannot go into too much detail. Anyway, he thinks I am the most trustworthy soldier, and we can talk about anything!"

The blind man smiled: "Haha, I knew it. I can't wait to hear more news from the front line and your glorious stories."

"You're from the front line?" Om, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, came over and said, "I've had exchanges with the undead caravan from the front line. I heard that the war is not easy."

The man who claimed to be from the front opened his mouth, as if he had difficulty answering the question.

The man with one eye blind said, "Then you should ask my friend. He is serving as a sentinel at the front line, helping the Duke General to explore the way and avoid a lot of trouble."

Om was also very excited. He had a very good relationship with the soldiers in Crescent Town before, but due to the limitation of his talent, he could not go to the front line to fight. It was definitely a good thing to meet the veterans returning from the front line.

The two people were chatting and dancing, and beer played a big role.

The man smiled as he recounted his glorious service until Orm spoke up: "By the way, I've always heard that there's a man named Fuller among the sentries at the front."

The man who was blind in one eye subconsciously looked at his "veteran" friend with a smile on his face: "He must have made a big name for himself."

The expression of the "veteran" changed slightly. He wanted to leave, but many people gathered around him. Most of them were outsiders who came from the north.

"Hahaha, yes, the only deserter of the expeditionary army!" Om drunkenly grabbed the "veteran" next to him, preventing him from getting up and leaving. "I heard that the general was furious because he almost destroyed the most important part of the expeditionary army. Fortunately, those undead, you know, the undead withstood everything. I dare say that if it weren't for that bastard named Fuller, we might have won the expedition by now!"

"Hahaha" There was laughter all around, as well as the sound of people cursing Fuller.

Someone else came forward to add details of the incident, as if he was there, but the expressions of the "old soldier" and his friend who was blind in one eye changed dramatically. The two left the pub, and the friend stared at Fuller with one eye: "I will report you, so run away before dawn tomorrow."

The friend turned and left, saying that Fuller should die on the battlefield because that was their long-standing agreement.

First become famous, then die.

But when Fuller was entrusted with an important task, he actually chose another way to survive and became the laughing stock of countless people.

The moon rose slowly, and the broken moonlight enveloped the temporary residential area of ​​the Snake Catcher's Fortress.

The soil and sand here are piled high. During the day, someone will mix them and use them to make special concrete mud bricks. The houses and walls built with this kind of mud bricks will be very strong and can withstand a lot of evil forces like a mountain.

"Damn Lind!" Fuller stood in the moonlight, his fingernails digging into his palms.

He became a huge joke, the only deserter in the expeditionary force, from the front line to Star Dragon City, Snake Catcher Fortress, Troll Castle, Raven City, Goliath, Black Island, etc.

Including those villages, Cuigang, Heiti Village, Xinyue Town...

He knew he should run away quickly because he knew his friend's character very well. Compared to him who just shouted about glory, the other party was truly willing to die for it and would also kill himself.

But he couldn't be sure when the other party would report him. What if it wasn't before dawn, but now?
Sufficient time must be left for escape.

Instead of cursing Lind, Fuller thought he should try to escape for a longer time, and he also needed some money.

Under the moonlight, the shadows cast by the trees were twisted like a tangled web. The voice of darkness called out to Fuller's heart more than once. He was a "thief" and an experienced sentinel, but he lacked a little courage.

He slowly caught up with his friend and found that the other party had not returned to his residence, but was walking towards the direction of the soldiers' camp.

The night wind blew, raising the dust on the ground, which covered all the shadows close to the ground like waves.

The man with a blind eye seemed to have sensed something. He quickened his pace and tried to speak to attract the attention of the patrolling soldiers in the distance.

The two were very familiar with each other. Just as Fuller guessed that his friend was using delaying tactics to hold him back and then report him, the other party also knew that the crisis came from Fuller.

Right behind you, right beside you!
Having only one eye and being in darkness limited his reactions.

Fuller was a great knight, but his friend was not, and he had no way of capturing a man who was trying to assassinate him.

My friend opened his mouth to speak, but the howling wind and dust in the fortress blocked his mouth again.

In the residential area that had not been completely built, there was a large open space with flying dust and cold wind that swallowed up all sounds.

My friend was thinking about how to respond, but no matter how much noise he made, it was difficult to attract the soldiers who were only seeing a faint fire in the distance.

The distance is too far.

Then a foot stepped on his back and he flew out. The sound of bones breaking brought a heavy feeling of powerlessness.

Then, before he could even turn around to question the other party, his hair on the back of his head was grabbed by a hand, and his head was lifted up, exposing his neck.

The sharp knife cut the throat.

You're welcome!

A feeling of weakness spread throughout his body, and then he died.

"You shouldn't have lied to me," Fuller said to himself as he looked at his friend's body.

He threw the body into a pile of sand nearby.

"No one will know I might be here until daybreak."

The friend fulfilled his end of the bargain, but at the cost of having his throat slit.

Fuller turned and left. In order to conform to the undead's schedule, which was 24 hours a day, no main city would be closed at night and the gates would always be open. He could easily leave the Snake Catcher's Fortress, and he took money from his friends, but unfortunately the money was not enough to buy a horse.

I can only buy some dry food.

Then he needed to flee.

But where to escape to? The whole country belongs to the Duke. Perhaps the territory of the Grand Duke of Griffin in the south is more suitable. I heard that they have a bad relationship.

"But no place would accept a deserter."

Fuller hated Lind.

He began to walk aimlessly, avoiding the passing caravans, because Fuller knew very well that the caravans were full of undead, and when those guys saw him, they would pounce on him madly for the bounty.

Occasionally he would buy some things in the surrounding villages, but the money he had was slowly dwindling, and his hatred for Lind and the expeditionary force was growing day by day.

Until one day he saw a familiar figure in a village.

Night Stalker!

Not the one he knew, but they must all be from the same place.

The night demon with magical talent seems to be living well in the village. He wears a robe and a magic wand, similar to the undead.

Then Fuller remembered a story he had heard from the Night Demon Girl Xiaoli before.

So he stole a horse, hurried away, and headed again in the direction of Morpheus' Gate.

……

The weak sunbeams flickered in the dew on the sawgrass.

The sound of light horse hooves came from far away, and the galloping horses ran across the sawgrass, shattering the dewdrops and exploding the sunlight.

Several figures lying on horseback were hurrying along.

A corner of the robe was lifted by the wind, revealing the blue skin.

Since leaving Morpheus' Gate, the Night Demon Girls have been trying to find a way to start a new life. The Great Rift in the Abyss made the Dusk Pool a forbidden place where they could no longer stay, so they had to disperse and look for a new place to live.

But unexpectedly, things were easier than they imagined. The Kingdom of Rand did not exclude them. Even if they had blue skin, they could work with their own hands to earn food.

The world outside is new, but it is not the time for them to stay here and enjoy it. They should go back as soon as possible to inform their people of the news.

"Who?!"

There was someone on the side of the road, a human being.

Before this, they would have carefully avoided humans, but now because they have a favorable impression of humans and may even want to live with them, their first reaction after seeing humans is to get closer.

"Are you Night Demons?" He spoke first, "I'm Xiaoli's friend, if you've heard of me."

"You are that human!" The Night Demon Girls obviously knew the story of their own people.

Xiaoli had once left the cave without permission for the "key". After being found by the elders, Xiaoli told them about her experience.

It was not known whether the Night Demon Girls were kind enough or they really had never heard of the story of "Deserter Fuller", but Fuller breathed a sigh of relief.

"You left Morpheus' Gate and went..."

"I work for a lord, nobleman," Fuller had inquired about a lot of information before taking action, such as the inexperienced night demon girls who were praying for a place to stay, "but I still lack some helpers, such as wizards, so I thought of you, if you also happen to need to find a place to stay."

Surprise appeared on the faces of the Night Demon Girls.

"What kind of adult are you talking about?"

"Lord, he's in Goliath, have you heard of him?"

"Of course, the Golden City!" The Night Demon Girl seemed to yearn for that city more than humans.

Unfortunately, Fuller had never been there, but that didn't stop him from continuing to talk about the city.

Rather than starting from scratch, the rebirth of the Night Demon clan might be easier if they could have the protection of an adult, so they invited Fuller to go back with them.

Fuller nodded happily, that was exactly why he came here.

They talked a lot on the way, about the night demon girl Xiaoli, and praised her as a rare magic genius who was favored and blessed by the Lady of Night.

Finally, they came back.

The sunlight swayed in the fishy wind.

The Night Demon Girls with smiles on their faces became panicked. The smell of blood made it difficult for them to calm down.

When they rushed into the cave, they only saw the elder's body.

His throat was cut, in a very delicate way!

The Night Demon Girls cried with tears streaming down their faces, their magic power running wild, but their strength was very average so they could only shake stones.

"Who did it!"

"I know who it is!" Fuller said. "I was in the Army. This was done by Lind Arman's people. He has a group of people like this who will do anything to achieve their goals."

The Night Demon Girls roared in anger: "I swear to the Daughter of the Night that I will take revenge and make them fall into darkness and despair forever!"

Fuller stood behind everyone, smiling.

But he still reminded them: "It may be difficult for you to do it with your strength. Linde has the power of a living god, and he has many undead people under his command."

"We don't have the ability to take revenge, but the Daughter of the Night can."

The Night Demon Girls had firm expressions, and there was no rationality in their eyes, only anger.

Now the anger will burn everything and devour everything.

Yes, this is how revenge should be taken!
　I slept for two days straight, and my cold has eased. From tomorrow until the end of the month, I will start my sprint to update more content.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)