Chapter 457 Moving Fountain
In the land of wild beasts, the heat wakes Scar up.

He slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but moisten his dry lips with his tongue. Not drinking water for several days made him feel extremely bad.

The temperature of the tent rose sharply after being exposed to the hot sunlight, like a hanging pot for stewing meat, but the air was dry and arid.

But he still remembered his mission, so he got up, packed up and prepared to continue on his journey.

He stood up with a groan. The sunlight just happened to come in through the gap in the tent, like a golden stick hitting his head, making him dizzy for a while.

He reached into the package and fumbled for the kettle. He pulled out the cork and poured some water into his mouth, but no water came out. He grabbed the kettle and shook it vigorously twice before pouring out a few drops of bitter salty water. The drops fell on his lips, barely soothing his chapped lips. However, the salty taste penetrated his tongue, and he became even thirstier consciously.

Scar didn't dare to waste any more time and got up.

He drove the scorpion fleas outside out from the coolness of the sand, turned over and sat on it, riding on the scorpion fleas to quickly leave the place.

After speeding all the way, we finally arrived at White Bear City.

Although I know there is no Beast King here, as a city there are still some mercenaries staying here, so I should be able to find help.

After entering the city, Scar immediately began to inquire where there were powerful mercenaries.

However, several of them were unreliable, their skills were too low and their prices were too high.

"The mysterious black knight?" Scar, who was drinking water to quench his thirst, heard people chatting nearby and immediately pricked up his ears.

However, the people over there were whispering and their content was vague. They only said that the Black Knight seemed to be very rich and had a mysterious origin. Some local people became greedy and wanted to take action. The next day, they saw the Black Knight selling the bloody weapons and equipment for money.

This went on for three or five times. Everyone saw that the Black Knight was selling more and more things and earning more and more money. Gradually, fewer people bothered him. Some people said that the Black Knight's strength was probably only slightly weaker than that of the Beast King, and he was definitely a 5-ringer.

Some people also said that the White Bear Chamber of Commerce had long been bought out by the Black Knight, and now the entire White Bear Chamber of Commerce belongs to the Black Knight.

Scar's heart moved, it would be great if he could find such a strong person to help.

But a strong person like this who is rich and powerful may not be willing to help.

……

"It's useless again!"

Lind looked at the ghost armor in front of him with some regret.

He used "curse" to strengthen weapons and equipment. Perhaps the abyss was better at pollution and parasitism, so the success rate was not low during the production. However, it was different after it was transformed into a ghost curse. The curse related to "death" would be like time was taken away after just a slight touch. An armor that was called an "artifact" by the nobles in the Rand Kingdom began to rust not long after it came into contact with the curse.

"The ghost curse must be bound to something that will not decay or be affected by time."

If such a thing really exists, why use the ghost curse to "strengthen" it? It's such a waste.

Recently, Lind has attracted some greedy fools to rob him by showing off his wealth. He has carried out sting operations to rob them a few times, but unfortunately they were all poor and he wasted a lot of time.

Moreover, his reputation is now ruined. Even if he walks alone outside, no one dares to approach him for fear that he will kill him and loot him. Linde also slowly lost interest in White Bear City.

As for the Lord of White Bear City, his strength was only 5th ring. He had only seen the Black Knight once, and after seeing the mess on the battlefield where he fought, he hid himself and would not come out even if he was beaten to death.

Even the space equipment that was previously used as a gimmick in the White Bear Chamber of Commerce was sold to Lind. In fact, the so-called space equipment was a blessing equipment, which must contain fragments of the magic ring.

After putting on the clothes, he could just reach behind his butt to take out things, and it was also convenient to store them, so Lind directly let all the ghosts of molten gold live in it. Whether they built nests in it or screamed in it, he could not hear them in the subspace.

While Linde was busy here, Nur also stopped forging ping-pong pieces. His job was not easy either. Because he had the foresight to surrender early, Nur was honored with the job of royal blacksmith.

Although the Plover School is best at combining the body and machinery when creating magical machines to achieve the goal of "flesh and blood are weak, and machinery is soaring", it is not difficult to make the simplest exoskeleton gear magic armor.

Now, almost all the armor and equipment of Lind and others are made by Nur. Because Lind is not short of money and has almost bought out all the resources in the White Bear City, Nur has successfully created a mechanical armor that can withstand the 2nd ring magic attack.

Hearing Nur's voice, Lind threw aside the weapon that failed to be strengthened, thinking that it would be difficult to use this thing to make money from the immortals. The immortals had extremely high requirements for the "explosion rate". The reason why gamblers become addicted is not because they always win. Always winning in the game means cheating, which is boring.

It’s not about losing all the time, because losing all the time would make people feel that the production team is disgusting.

It’s about losing more and winning less, so that you have the motivation to keep playing.

Even Lind felt it was a bit boring at this time. A lot of weapons and equipment were wasted. It was not that he was stingy with the money. He earned too much money from the undead and could not spend it all.

"Is this the latest generation of armor you mentioned?"

"Elemental Wind Type 3" Noor nodded excitedly.

Although not many technologies were used here, and he was not someone who focused on technology or research, he felt a sense of accomplishment in making this set of armor by piling up materials.

It is built with various rare minerals and can amplify attack attributes such as fire, storm, frost, poison gas, and lightning.

In Noor's opinion, this set of elemental winds is not perfect enough.

One reason is that Lind requires that the armor must be worn externally. The relationship between the armor worn externally and the body is just ordinary iron wrapped in flesh, so the coordination is greatly reduced. Moreover, Lind is a knight and does not understand magic at all, so half of the effect would be wasted if he wore the armor.

The second is the connection between magic consciousness. Lind is unwilling to amputate and replace body parts, and only recognizes body movements to drive the armor.

However, the Mechanicus followers of the Plover School directly connect their weapons and equipment with their spiritual consciousness. When using various weapons, it is just like using their own hands and feet. It is more convenient and they can do whatever they want.

"It looks good." Lind nodded, somewhat satisfied. Nur had been making new equipment constantly in recent days, and he often changed his armor.

Dozens of ghost arms immediately stretched out from the [Ghost Cloak] behind him. Some were covered in armor, while others had rotted away and only bones were left. There was also a ghost head that tried to get out but was grabbed by the ghost hands next to it and dug into the eye sockets, then pulled back violently.

The cloak automatically fell off Lind's back and floated to the side, where it floated quietly. However, there were ghostly shadows on the cloak, like a prison that was demanding his life.

Lind put on the armor and was too lazy to remember the name. He knew that it would not be long before Nur would create Type 4, Type 5, and Type 6. Each time, the shape would change greatly and the functions would be even more imaginative.

Last time, Nur knew that Linde didn't know magic, so he added several engraved magic scroll patterns into it, which could be released as long as they were activated, but Linde disliked it for a while.

Energy needs to be added when using it, and the energy warehouse is carried on the back, emitting light. If it is attacked continuously, the energy warehouse will explode. In the game, it will definitely expose the weakness of a small BOSS. He must have a brain cramp to agree to this plan.

After his emphasis, Noor reluctantly changed those useless functions.

After putting it on, Lind tried to set two fires and found that there was actually a slight improvement. If he had not been very sensitive to the direction of energy, he might not have been able to observe it. If the wizard wore this set of armor, he should be able to exert even greater strength.

Nur then began to introduce the special features of the Elemental Wind Type III he had created.

"If you can accept the most basic physical connection, the armor has an energy supply. When you use it, this bulky armor will not affect your movements. Instead, it will cause your body to approach the speed of the spirit more quickly."

"Faster than me?" Lind asked back.

With his current speed, he is among the fastest among the 4th and 5th ring masters. He dares to say that he is faster than himself with a set of armor of 2nd ring strength.

Nur wanted to nod, but then he remembered the speed Lind showed when he was besieged last time, and immediately controlled his head.

Lind really didn't need "mechanical ascension". He was definitely the toughest yet fastest man Noor had ever seen.

He was thinking about transforming it into a speed type in the future, but he stopped talking about it.

"Sir!" William happened to come over at this time, "I have news about what you asked me to investigate before."

William has a white wolf head and can get along well in the neighborhood. He also has the magic mechanical armor made by Nur, and his strength is also increasing.

The White Wolf Swordsman of the Black Knight is still very famous. Linde arranged for William to investigate the dragon and the fragments of the magic ring. The former could help him cross over to the Tianxing Magic School. Although he was not as eager for that school as before, he would still go if he could. The latter was of great importance. Whether it was possible to use the formula of "magic ring fragments + old nobles = ring knights" to create a strong man, or the magic ring fragments could be used as materials to create unique weapons and equipment, the importance of the fragments was self-evident.

Although the Beast Land also wanted to collect the fragments of the magic ring, they didn't seem to care that much, and they didn't care as much as Magdalena did when she saw Tione.

However, when Magdalena saw Tione, she was serious but also cautious, perhaps because she was afraid that Tione would turn crazy again.

"News about Long?" Linde asked.

"It's a fragment of the magic ring. Someone is looking for reinforcements. The reward is the fragment of the magic ring."

Linde's eyes lit up. He would never have too many fragments of the magic ring. Every fragment could become the prototype of the undead's weapon in the future. He always remembered his responsibilities as the chief of the novice village, and tried to use interests to completely bind the undead to his chariot. Of course, he had to do a good job of differentiated competition and try to highlight his advantages.

Moreover, in his plan, it is also important to test the influence of the "dominant" strongmen on the "official". Maybe he can also become an important person who can open or close the new version at will.

If he could do this, in the future, the village chief of the novice village might be able to go a step further and become the real BOSS who influences the direction of the plot and even decides when the undead will come online and when they will go offline.

The [Ghost Cloak] in the distance floated over. After signing the curse contract with Lind, the ghosts of molten gold followed the hundred-year agreement and parasitized in the ghost cloak. It was fine when they were rational at ordinary times, but sometimes those ghosts would go crazy because of the curse and try to break free. Fortunately, the 300 ghosts only lost their minds occasionally, and they did not go crazy at the same time and would obstruct each other.

Because of this, one can always see something trying to escape from Lind's cloak, and something trying to stop it. They are fighting and entangled with each other. The cloak is like a living purgatory.

Lind said, “Go and have a look.”

……

Scar looked at the mysterious knight in front of him, who was wearing a sophisticated magic armor with rotating gears and a cloak with ghostly arms emerging from it from time to time.

There wasn't much black on his body, but for some reason his first thought when he saw the other person was that the other person was the legendary Black Knight.

Perhaps "black" is more closely associated with mystery, and the color is not that important.

"Are you looking for reinforcements?" Lind asked.

"Our hometown is experiencing a beast tide." Scar nodded. "Every year, giant beasts emerge from the Waste Rock Mountain, and the people in our hometown will organize a defense force to deal with it. But something happened this year... We are short of manpower."

Linde was about to ask again, but unexpectedly Scar took out two fragments of the magic ring emitting black gas. They were not very big, and together they were not even a quarter of the size of the little finger nail. They could be called fragments.

But the power was real. There were fragments on Lind's body, so he could feel it very clearly.

Scar didn't know whether it was intentional or not. Although he couldn't detect Lind's expression, he still said: "These were found by hunting the giant beasts that came from the Waste Stone Mountains."

"Sir?" White Wolf Swordsman William turned to look at Lind. He didn't care about the fragments of the magic ring, he was only interested in fighting with the giant beast.

"What about the location?" Linde might not be tempted by two magic ring fragments, but it would be a different story if there were a pile of fragments.

"The Waste Stone Mountains are in the southeast of the Land of Wild Beasts." Scar said immediately, "It will take about two months to travel there."

Scar had never been to the land of wild beasts before and had only heard of it. He changed several mounts along the way and finally came here riding a scorpion flea.

It took two months to travel. This was the Demon Land, not the Rand Kingdom, so the speed of travel was totally incomparable.

If a strong man from the Demonic Land were to travel faster, he could visit five or six countries in two months.

The distance is already very far.

"Southeast, in the opposite direction of the Stone Beast Castle." Linde turned around and looked back.

He was not very interested in Stone Beast Fort. Since he had a new goal, it would be fine to change direction. At worst, he could come back. Even if the immortals came online tomorrow, Stone Beast Fort could still be their destination for exploration. There was no waste.

"Let's go." Linde reached out and took the two pieces of magic ring fragments into his hand and took the deposit in advance.

The group, including Linde, William, Tionne, Scar, Nur and his men, set out in a mighty manner.

"Sir, the distance is too far. We should prepare more water and food, and then..." Scar wanted to say more, but saw Linde suddenly put his hands on the ground.

The ground began to shake.

The sand dunes in the distance were split into two by a "rumbling" sound, and a ferocious sandworm as thick as a city wall crawled out, rushing towards this side with ore.

Scar opened his mouth and stared.

"Two months is too long." Lind looked at the underground tunnel worm. He had been letting it go during this period because it had too high a demand for energy and he couldn't afford to feed it three meals a day.

Without adequate nutrition, and without responding to the call of other legendary wizards or taking on extra income, the underground tunnel worms barely grew in size, still with a stomach that could hold three to five thousand people.

When the giant sandworm rushed in front of him, Lind jumped up, and hundreds of ghost hands immediately emerged from the [Ghost Cloak] behind him, which formed a pair of wings and carried Lind up.

Others also jumped up, and those with less strength took several jumps before they climbed up.

As soon as I landed, I felt like I was stepping on an earthquake zone, with sand and wind blowing in my face, like grains of iron beans hitting me.

Lind continued to press the sandworm under his feet with his hands to communicate with it, asking it to move only on the ground and not to burrow underground. This way it could be used as a means of transportation. If it was allowed to burrow underground, it might have found a new world when it opened its eyes again.

Moving on the surface like this seriously affected the underground tunnel worms, but it was also faster than using their legs or riding on scorpion fleas.

Scar still felt unreal, lying on the sandworm's back without any image, but after finding that the wind was just a little stronger, the sandworm's back was thick and wide, as wide and smooth as a road, so he felt relieved.

In the blink of an eye, the scorpion flea had already run a distance that would have taken several days to complete.

However, this trip was not easy. The sandworms made a lot of noise, and many strong men along the way noticed them. However, they were afraid that it might be a strong man coming, so no one took the initiative to attack. Instead, they quietly waited for Lind to violently invade their territory, and then left safely.

After this, the arrogant Black Knight successfully left an impression in the eyes of various beast kings, lords and others.

Linde didn't care about that. After finding out that most of the beast kings were powerful on the outside but weak on the inside, he was too lazy to pretend to be nice. Those beast kings were also afraid that their echoes would be taken back by the beast master, so they didn't dare to fight to the death.

Linde didn't care about anyone except the Beast King level, so he had a smooth journey.

Ten days later, they had left the land of wild beasts and successfully arrived in the south of the devil's land. The desert and wild environment here were no longer there. There were green grasses and towering trees everywhere, like an enlarged primeval forest.

After receiving the tens of thousands of animal teeth thrown by Lind as snacks, the sandworm smacked its lips, then happily burrowed its head into the stone, merged into the ground and fell asleep, waiting for Lind to call it next time.

"Lord Black Knight, the Waste Stone Mountains are ahead." Scar pointed ahead.

Linde looked around and didn't see any waste rock mountains, but he saw a mountain slowly moving. The underground tunnel worm in front of it was really weak like a small earthworm. It was probably difficult to detect its existence even if you stepped on it.

This kind of giant can probably only be dealt with by someone who is truly strong enough to collapse mountains.

"That giant beast came out of the Waste Stone Mountains." Scar looked worried. "Why did it come out now?"

"What is that?" Lind asked.

"There is a kind of giant beast. We call it 'Mountain King'. There is an active volcano in its body. It cannot be killed, but can only be expelled."

"Sanwang?" Linde was very interested. There was also an active volcano, which sounded very much like a "mobile spring" that could be used in conjunction with his abilities.

　I can't close my left eye now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)