Chapter 49: The Mad Secret Messenger

On the ground, in the dilapidated and decaying stone village, corpses were scattered all over the place.

The burning and twisted corpses huddled up in the sobbing and wailing crazy hymns; the charred wounds could not bleed, but the flames from the trembling souls gathered into red blood snakes.

The blood snake snaked forward, chasing the figure in front.

"Snapped!"

He stepped down with his iron boots, and flames burst out the moment the soles of his boots touched the ground. The blood snakes disappeared in an instant, and a piece of open space was cleared.

The blood snake had no fear, but just blindly followed the guidance of life, approaching the "giant", and then was stepped on by its feet again and again, and was destroyed after the flames burst out.

Linde strode forward carrying the broken sword of the Scavenger Princess, leaving behind only two rows of burning bloody footprints.

He had been cautious enough. After gaining absolute control over the power in his body, he relied on the broken sword of the Scavenger Princess and his composure as a great knight to do the best he could. But when blood and fire fell like a rainstorm, Lind could not avoid being affected.

The strength in his body faded a little, not much, but this discovery was enough to make Lind feel uneasy.

Fortunately, the number of enemies was not large, and there was nothing they could do except rush forward desperately, shouting "The Favor of the First Fire" and throwing the burning things in their hands at Lind.

The villagers failed to get more power from the god they believed in. If the blood-red flames had not been really tricky, they might not even have had a chance for Linde to wield the broken sword.

The broken sword extinguished the carnival bonfire, and only a few disabled villagers with broken legs were left in the village of the Mad Sage. Whenever Lind approached, they would tremble.

Not every crazy person has lost his mind. Fortunately, there are always people who know what fear is.

But it cannot be ruled out that some villagers are more cunning, but Lind doesn't care.

"Sir" Ace came close to Lind. Only by experiencing it personally can one feel the excitement of the battlefield. The hot blood in his body stirred him.

If a bard were here, he would surely sing it into a hymn.

But if we use the special language of the undead, this feeling should only be expressed in two words: Fuck.

"They believe in an evil god. It may be before the birth of the magic ring, or it may be after the magic ring is broken." Lind immediately gave Ace Aimu a task: "Find their sacrificial sites, churches, priests and other things in the village, and then destroy them."

Linde glanced at the short, hunched figure in front of him. The other person was completely hidden under the black robe and seemed to be secretly watching him with his eyes.

When the little figure noticed that Lind's gaze was fixed on him, he immediately restrained himself, lowered his head, and continued to tremble.

Forget it, it’s just a small ant, I’ll kill it later.

He would never let these crazy wise men get close to Star Dragon Outpost. Madness is an incurable terminal illness that can only be prevented, not cured.

Ace Aimu happily went to search.

There are good things in every room. Even if these things have to be handed over to the lord, the joy of exploration is yours.

Lind lowered his head and looked at the armor on his body.

The armor of Rand's First Legion focused on both defense and beauty, but when he wrapped the armor with flames, the burning rage also "reforged" the armor.

Now that the anger has dissipated, the temperature of the armor has not yet cooled down, and after the cold wind blows, a hot and turbid current floats up.

If this continues, the flames will burn your armor before the enemy can destroy it.

Lind withdrew his gaze from the "magenta" armor. The lion head that decorated it showed signs of distortion and melting.

"It's posted! It's posted!"

Ace's adoring howl caught Lind's attention.

"Ouch, it's just not heavy enough."

Not to mention that the good things have to be handed in, even if they are not handed in, Ace Aimu can't carry many of them.

Thinking of this, he wanted to complain about the game production team again. Why make it so realistic when there is not even any storage space?

Ace Aimu had no choice but to throw everything on the ground, and slowly, it piled up into a small hill.

Linde: "..."

He still underestimated the hamster behavior of the immortals. You even want to take back people's rags? And wooden cups, toilet brushes, sickles, you really don't take a single needle or thread from the villagers.

Forget it, he's used to it.

Players are like this.

Among the rubbish, Lind discovered something: no matter it was a cup, bowl, plate or the corner of clothes, there was a special symbol on it.

The cross, or to be more precise, the "——" cross.

The horizontal line in the middle is very long.

Is this the god believed in by the Crazy Sage Village?

Lind quickly retracted his gaze. He knew that many religious symbols came from the knowledge of God. As long as one could glimpse one or two of them, they would be regarded as images to be worshipped by fanatical believers. If outsiders stared too much, they would either become believers or crazy intellectuals.

Obviously, if you want to make good use of this village, you must control it carefully and eliminate all possible problems. The most permanent way is to simply raze it and rebuild it.

Lind no longer paid attention to Ace's love and went to the farmland.

Crazy wise men also need food. The sparse crops grow wildly in the fields. It can be seen that the irrational villagers have difficulty in doing such a small task as planting. However, the "fertile" disaster shadow area allows the mutant plants to grow wildly without any care.

He bent down and dug away the soil. He saw tubers as big as the tip of a finger. Linde pulled a string of "small potatoes" out through the thorns. Mutated food.

This is the biggest gain of this time.

There were indeed many types of food. Lind even saw patches of fire tongue grass growing. The concentration of the disaster shadow area here was probably even higher than that in the scavenger's nest.

What a nice piece of land for planting.

"Maybe the undead people can try to reclaim land and cultivate crops here." Lind walked back to Ace Aimu who was picking up scraps.

You said you were a farming player, but why are you so devoted to picking up scraps? Is it really that interesting?

"Yes!" Ace nodded lovingly.

He had changed into the "suit" of a mad wise man, a tattered black robe, cloth shoes, and a sickle and torch hanging around his waist. If it weren't for his handsome face, even Linde would have mistaken him for a mad wise man.

Cosplay is the fun of players.

In fact, there is nothing useful in the pile of junk. Lind plans to arrange the undead to come and farm, so he has to go back to issue tasks.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and turned to look behind him.

Ace was enjoying the admiration, but when he realized that there was a "plot", he stopped.

"Oh my god!" He was frightened when he saw the short villager and subconsciously wanted to chop him with his sword, but was held back by Lindra.

The broken sword of the Carrion Princess fell to the ground, and the wasteland trembled.

"Who are you?" He noticed that the other party seemed to want to follow him.

The short figure took off his black robe, revealing a face without flesh on both cheeks. He was a boy who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.

"I, I'm Renzo," he said hoarsely, "Excuse me, are you a noble lord?"

He used the kneeling ceremony, which came from the heyday of civilization, when commoners were formally summoned by nobles. Ordinary people could not imitate it, because before using this etiquette, there would be closed-door special training for court ladies.

The placement and range of your fingers and even where your eyes should look must all meet the standards.

Even before the formal start, there will be dozens of "rehearsals".

Even before the time travel, Lind rarely saw this kind of etiquette.

Using this etiquette has extremely high requirements for meeting with civilians, and the civilians must have outstanding contributions, just like the prime minister and president of the earth publicly meeting with ordinary people.

Its political significance is beyond imagination, and to some extent represents the absolute political tendency within the nobles' own territory.

When Linde was following His Royal Highness the Prince, he had only seen the Prince meet with a few civilian representatives in order to gain greater power.

So when the young man in front of him suddenly knelt, Lind adjusted his attitude immediately. Fortunately, the reception etiquette did not restrict the nobles, after all, the nobles were the rule makers.

All he had to do was identify himself.

"I, Lead Arman, a noble of the Royal City of Goliath, the son of Baron Arman, the Lord of Star Dragon Sentinel..." Lead responded with the arrogant attitude of a noble.

The noble's response must be arrogant, which is also what the kneeling boy in front of him expects.

It’s a pity that there was no attendant beside him, otherwise someone would have helped him to register his number.

Linde paused for a moment and said, "... a true noble with noble blood flowing in his veins!"

“Bang!” The young man knocked his head to the ground: “I, I…please, let me pledge my loyalty!”

"Why should I accept your allegiance?" Lind shook his head.

Even though he was a "poor" noble and even his surname had lost the power brought by the magic ring, it did not mean that he had to accept people from the Mad Sage Village.

Just because the other party knows how to kneel? Indeed, in the distant border, I am afraid that even Ronin in Prey Town does not know what kneeling is.

Red tape is not as important as a loaf of bran bread.

"I have completed the noble master's order." Renzo raised his head with a look of pleading and expectation: "Since you are a noble of Goliath, you must know that I have completed it, completed it, so I can be loyal to you, to the noble!"

Silly child, the old aristocracy is almost extinct, and now is the era of the new aristocracy.

"What did you accomplish?" Lind asked casually.

Renzo remained kneeling, with his palms facing upwards, and slowly moved forward in a "holding" posture.

then.

“Boom——!” Red flames condensed on the palms of both hands.

This ball of fire was stronger than the one Lind had encountered from the villagers before, or it was completely on a different level.

The person in front of him should be very weak, but when he held the blood-red flame in his hand, Linde felt a faint sense of pressure in his heart.

If someone can put pressure on the Grand Knight, then the opponent must also be at the "Grand Knight" level.

From a player's perspective, Renzo is likely to be above level ten, and even a BOSS level.

Renzo: "I have completed my service to the Master of Madness and my control over the Fire of Madness!"

(End of this chapter)