Chapter 45: Always take my sister

Old Mand's body swelled up like a bull, with blue eyes and black beard. The flesh and blood of the mutant monster was flowing in his body, and the skin exposed outside the armor was bulging with small bags, as if there were mice drilling in and out.

"He's gone berserk!"

"Resist!"

"Ba Ti, there's nothing else to do, fly the kite!"

The undead had a great advantage, but as a group of people led by Old Mand suddenly swelled up, the situation on the battle was directly reversed.

The long sword in his hand seemed extremely disproportionate to his swollen body. Old Mander swung his wrist quickly and turned the sword into a windmill.

The blood was burning, the severed nose became a dragon's head, and blood gushed out.

He could no longer hear any other sounds in his ears, only the sounds and images in his mind were still echoing.

Just a while ago, he and his companions were attacked by vagrants, and old Mand and his companions who were fleeing met that adult.

"My dear friends, have you had enough of the turbulence of the troubled times? You may have chosen to eat people, but you still have a human heart; you flee in panic just to survive; you are not aimless wild dogs, it's just because you haven't met me before."

Lord Seren has an elegant voice, noble posture, and exquisite features, but it is difficult to mistake him for a woman.

"A madman will not be entrusted with an important task. Only those who do not care about dignity and strive to defend their lives can be called strong. I think you can stay and serve me. Lord Leon's territory is expanding. He will create an absolutely peaceful and prosperous era. I am his knight, and you will become my weapon. I need talented people. Even if it means sacrificing yourself, are you willing to become such a weapon?"

How did you answer at that time?
Old Mander's voice trembled.

"Yes, my lord!"

A homeless wild dog finally had the opportunity to blend into a wolf pack, and immediately kneeling on one knee was his most pious response.

On the other side, the undead people who were entangled in the fight found an opportunity again. Although the crazy enemies were extremely powerful, they had lost their minds.

The kite-flying tactic never goes out of style.

"Wait, look at that elite monster, it looks like he's about to enter the second stage!"

Some undead noticed old Mander kneeling on the ground.

"The elite monster has entered the second stage. Could it be a wild boss?"

The undead looked at old Mand, who was kneeling on one knee. His body had swelled to two and a half meters in height. Even though he was kneeling on one knee, he was still more muscular than an ordinary person.

Blood was coming out of all his orifices, but his face was full of piety and fanaticism.

Bloodbath...madness!
"But, Lord Serin, even if you gather all the wanderers around Prey Town, you still lack the strength to break through Prey Town. Maybe we should sneak into Prey Town and capture a few hostages to make those soldiers afraid to act rashly. They are used to a good life and have families. Changing to a more powerful mayor is nothing to them. Ronin is not the first mayor."

"Hostage? No." Lady Serin smiled and said, "When I appear at the gate of Prey Town, all the people in Prey Town, regardless of gender or age, will be hostages."

The old Mand used to be full of doubts, but now the old Mand is full of passion and fanaticism.

He understood.

"Oh!" Old Mand raised his head.

Blood spurted out from the gaps in the armor.

As he moved, pieces of iron fell off, revealing a body that was beginning to twist and become almost beast-like, especially the heart area that was emitting a red light.

With every heartbeat, the body pumps blood, and the heart tries to get out like a mad dog in a cage.

"Ah!" Old Mand rushed towards an undead man with a long sword and kicked him over with one foot.

The flying undead exploded into a ball of ashes in the air.

"His health bar has shortened, but he has fallen into a completely frenzied state. Who wants to go and give him a slash?"

Everyone wants to go up and take a chance, this is a great opportunity to kill monsters, level up and grab kills.

But no matter who comes forward, they will be easily crushed, including the strongest Xuanzhanlong trio.

Favorite Baisi served as a war correspondent, faithfully recording the scene before her.

As long as the level and equipment are sufficient, his real goal is to keep up with the team's pace and shoot enough material to make money in the real world.

The braziers were kicked over one by one, and the bonfire was scattered.

Old Mand, with his blood burning in his body, was like a flaming beast.

Never get tired, keep attacking, thrusting... impacting... and then crushing.

In the distance, fire suddenly appeared.

It is a fire brighter than that of old Mander.

If old Mander is a mad hyena, then the one walking on the flames is a lion.

"Am I too late?" The surviving undead players looked at the figure who appeared before them, holding the luminous broken sword of the Scavenger Princess and resisting the attack of Old Mander.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

An indescribable feeling of security came over me. It was absolutely great to have such a reliable, good brother NPC in the game.

However, there are still discordant voices.

"I'm super, I'll always have a sister!"

……

The broken sword was raised.

Old Mander's "advantage" was only against the naturally weak undead. When facing a great knight like Lind, the huge gap made it impossible for him to even think of resisting.

The jaw was shattered.

Old Mand's strength has no advantage over Lind.

Hack and chop, behead and win.

Old Mand, who was so aggressive that he couldn't even raise his head while crushing a group of undead, was just a big fool who could only take a beating when facing Lind.

Sing the song of triumph.

Star Dragon Outpost celebrated another victory, just one day after the last victory.

The high frequency of battles made the soldiers at Star Dragon Outpost mistakenly believe that they were still in a period of war between the two countries, rather than the doomsday when the population was becoming increasingly scarce.

I have lived in this place for more than two years, and life seemed quite peaceful. Why is it that this group of undead people have only been here for three or four days and they have been fighting and killing non-stop?

The soldiers were confused and stepped up patrols.

As for the final spoils of this battle, of course they all belong to Lind.

None of the undead had any objections. After all, the "plot" was more important than anything else. No matter how they looked at it, there was a chance that these trophies would be put in stores in the future for them and others to buy.

If you calculate it this way, it’s a huge profit.

"So, what rewards did we get from defeating this wild monster stronghold this time?"

"Does it count if I upgrade?"

“It should be considered, but I don’t think it’s enough.”

“I think it should be a hidden plot.”

The undead were whispering, while Lind, under the guidance of his beloved Baisi, saw three trembling and screaming bloody lambs.

"My Lord, don't be fooled by the fact that these little monsters look smelly and disgusting and seem weak. They are actually monsters that can chew on human arms alive." Zui Ai Bai Si had a broken arm, but was in good condition. "And that group of people used these little monsters to make soup to increase their strength. What do you think? Can we also raise them and then distribute the meat of these little monsters to other undead people?"

Linde's eyes trembled as he looked at his beloved Baisi.

I found that the other party was asking very seriously.

Is it so... strong? Even if Lind knew that eating these blood lambs could increase his strength and speed for a short period of time, he would still go crazy.

The blood lamb is obviously a mutant monster, maybe it is a human or an animal. Distortion often represents unrest.

Lind can eat some mutant food, but it is difficult for him to eat mutant monsters. The madness of the two is completely different.

An undead man was eager to try: "Has livestock farming been opened?"

"It should be the Berserk Potions. I said those monsters wouldn't appear for no reason. They are definitely tool monsters to help us start the story and provide Berserk Potions and other things."

"The blood lamb is so cute, I want to raise one."

Looking at the undead people who were eager to try, Lind suddenly realized that it might be possible to let them do it on their own.

"Undead people, take good care of the blood lambs, find food to feed them, and find ways to raise them. Perhaps you can get a portion of the berserker blood as compensation."

Linde: It’s just animal husbandry, come on.

There is no reason why others can raise it but I can't. Since Old Mand and others can raise and eat it, it means that it is reusable and has very little impact on the body. Probably the biggest side effect is death from blood explosion.

For the undead, this punishment is not too high.

“Is it really open?”

"Long live the lord!"

(End of this chapter)