The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 227 - 227 199 Here is a Nest of Cyclops

227: Chapter 199: Here is a Nest of Cyclops 227: Chapter 199: Here is a Nest of Cyclops The allure of Star Dragon City plumted after the loss of the at pigeon dungeon.

The previous sudden ghost attack, although it drew a hurried defense by nurous undead, beca rather dull once Morena learned of it.

The witch trying to follow the orthodox path of Grim Reaper Za Za beca increasingly adept at utilizing the power regarding the undead, easily annihilating these ghosts.

The sudden silence within Star Dragon City felt sowhat uncomfortable.

Soldiers who stood guard in front of “Armand’s Trophy Warehouse,” and who were also waiting for the undead to co and draw lots, were bored to distraction.

In front of them were planted nurous Admonition Daggers, to which they had beco accustod.

The soldiers could not comprehend the undead’s thinking at all; they cursed under their breath while ceaselessly opening boxes.

If they didn’t want to participate, they could simply choose not to co.

Most of the items in those boxes held no allure for the soldiers, and those that did, such as weapons with Mystic Runes, were gradually being phased into their gear; they had no need for a lottery.

It was perhaps precisely because they could not understand that they worshipped their Lord even more.

Not only soldiers but even those who held higher status within Star Dragon City had a stronger admiration and trust for Lind.

This included Mr.

Do.

Having beco a “hero” who assisted the Lord in the previous battle, Mr.

Do’s days were getting more comfortable.

To be admired and worshipped as a thief, that delightful sensation of being lifted to the heavens made him begin to care about his own image.

Of course, the thirst for knowledge surpassed everything.

Faced with the choice between more knowledge and becoming a greater hero, Do would still choose knowledge.

Our Lord would likely choose to beco a hero, and perhaps he believed that being a hero would make it more convenient to gain knowledge.

The benefits and conveniences of being a hero beca apparent.

When Mr.

Do expressed his need for more knowledge, the undead would explore various perilous places, sothing that was absolutely impossible when Leon City still existed.

“Mr.

Do,” the undead in front of Mr.

Do rubbed their hands together like flies: “This is what we found and copied from a mysterious cave!”

If there was one downside to the undead who revered heroes, it was surely their rcenariness.

When Mr.

Do last visited the tavern and saw that dwarf raising a child, he never sensed such a strong rcenary air, a mix of professed respect and eager anticipation for benefits.

“Let see, if it really has value,” Mr.

Do took the copied scroll from the undead.

It was a Magic Circle, with patterns so intricate they made one dizzy just looking at them.

Soon Mr.

Do noticed sothing.

This was not an ordinary Magic Circle, but a summoning circle!

“Where did you find this?”

“At the Red Dragon Foothills!” The undead, seeing the expression indicative of a hidden quest on Mr.

Do’s face, were elated and quickly said, “We were tracking Cyclops Aihad’s whereabouts, and then we found that cave; we strongly suspect that the giant is hiding inside!”

“A Cyclops?” Mr.

Do had indeed never seen a Cyclops.

Are there such creatures around the Red Dragon Foothills?

“It’s true, we’ve encountered it before, and the Lord has previously issued a bounty for it.

Killing the Cyclops and retrieving the materials on its body along with the Heart of Calamity will yield points rewards and unlock a new pet.”

Mr.

Do, who had gradually learned to sift through the peculiar statents of the undead for content he understood, nodded, “Then I wish you success in hunting the Cyclops and fulfilling the Lord’s bounty.”

This left the undead, who deliberately brought up the Cyclops hoping to casually receive a related quest from Mr.

Do, slightly disappointed.

Mr.

Do was very interested in all sorts of bizarre knowledge and things he hadn’t seen much of; sotis he would even reward them for catching Calamity.

Many had started treating Mr.

Do as a place to claim rewards for their catalog of accomplishnts.

Naturally, Mr.

Do would not compete with the Lord, and once the undead dealt with the Cyclops, if he wanted to study it, he could simply go directly to the Lord without paying anything.

As a sowhat shrewd old wizard, Mr.

Do didn’t particularly care about “Points” and “Gold Coins,” but he knew very well these things could motivate the undead to action, and absolutely could not give out too much at once to avoid points inflation, as it would affect the developnt of the territory.

All NPCs who had so role in issuing tasks had received simple verbal reminders from Lind and were aware of the rules for issuing tasks.

After distributing the task rewards to the undead, the old wizard closed the door and saw the guests out, his eyes flashing with excitent as he held the copied summoning Magic Circle.

“The Lord will definitely be interested in this!”

A summoning Magic Circle, although it only allowed one-way summoning, and the specific operating principle was unknown, could reveal much useful information.

Among the knowledge that Mr.

Do possessed, so were related to summoning circles.

Their common trait was being incomplete, or simply not understanding how they operated.

But there was a commonality, and it was possible they could piece together the knowledge he needed.

Just like the energy battery plan he put together with chanics and Magic Circles, although rudintary, it was indeed appreciated by the Lord.

Elsewhere, at the Red Dragon Foothills.

Masses of undead were searching for traces of the Cyclops, with so even pondering if they would unlock more features.

Those who had gone through various levels of battles were no longer as nervous about encountering the Cyclops as the first ti because they had faced stronger and more nurous enemies.

Niaoniao, going on this trip by spending points to beco a curse witch, hadn’t had the best luck, but his grinding was comndable, and he managed to obtain an entire set of wizard gear, from the robe to the scarf.

And he even drew a Magic Wand capable of casting a barrier spell.

“Snake People Outpost?” He had a decent relationship with several top players, occasionally teaming up for casual play, especially when farming in the Calamity Shadow Region.

Joining forces for tower defense could save a lot of ti.

They could even afford to slack off, hang up the ga, and zone out.

“I’m not going, let’s deal with the Cyclops first.” The Place of Curling had a rather stubborn, almost obsessive, attitude toward the Cyclops; the utility of a flying pet was significant.

And he couldn’t understand why a group of people wanted to forcefully farm the Snake People Outpost for 10 BOSS runs.

The Lord had made it very clear in his story: Ronan’s son was only an elite monster level, the real BOSS was Baron Ronan.

It’s a waste of resources to force open new territories before the benefits have been fully capitalized upon.

The main issue was the lack of quest rewards.

The Undead of Star Dragon City had developed a lazy habit in online gaming; without taking up a quest before acting, they always felt like every monster they killed was a loss.

Many Undead shared his opinion, prioritizing tasks with rewards.

And the rewards for this task were very tempting, with no need to struggle in vain against monsters.

Winning offered no reward, and losing could lead to a level drop and wasted Points.

He lowered his body, the path ahead was one he had never traversed.

A collapsed path.

A dead end?

The Place of Curling held his breath.

Although holding one’s breath often doesn’t make Calamity creatures unable to see you, it does make one feel more imrsed, as if really sneaking around.

The familiar, thunderous snoring sounds made him involuntarily widen his eyes.

Straining on the stones, he stretched his neck to look over there.

It was a Cyclops!

“No, this Cyclops’s na is wrong!”

The Place of Curling rembered clearly, the Cyclops’s na should be Aihad, and its level was very high, but this Cyclops in front of him was only level 33, and its body was much more frail than the original Cyclops Aihad.

And the clothing on its body had changed as well—it looked like it was a female Cyclops?

He took a deep breath.

Alert the others!

…

The rumbling flas erupted completely after being brewed by hundreds of Wizards.

The blisteringly hot rain of fire covered the area ahead.

Half an hour earlier, the Undead had received a ssage from The Place of Curling and gathered little by little.

The Points price for a Class Change Magic Potion wasn’t too high, and after experiencing many classes, the Undead who genuinely wished to stay as “assassins” or “Two-Headed People warriors” were still in the minority.

The Wizards, who could maintain a safe distance and now had “Barrier Magic,” were unquestionably the answer in this version of the ga.

They had enough damage, didn’t have to worry about operation, and even if the enemy also had long-range capabilities, they could use Barrier Magic to block.

Only a few Undead who had grinded out weapons with Double Secret Patterns chose not to change classes easily; they had also discovered that sotis weapons seed more important than levels.

In dealing with the Cyclops, their response strategy still relied mainly on Wizard sneak attacks; those Undead who had tried the Cyclops’s lee strength were all very sober, knowing that getting up close ant certain death.

The gaping disparity in level and strength often left them with little gaming experience when facing high-level monsters.

That was still when the Cyclops belonged to the lee type, similar to the last siege of the undead by Archbishop Karn’s forces, where the corpses were easy to deal with, but Archbishop Karn’s montum easily swept away the Undead, denying them even the chance to join the fight.

The area attacks were a bit too targeted at the Undead.

They maintained a safe distance, were well-prepared, and everyone now had traps ready.

This sa strategy had been used to wear down the Abyss-corrupted Lord Leon; it should also pose no problem in dealing with the Cyclops.

The only unknown was the environnt.

When they wore down Lord Leon, they utilized the terrain of the entire Leon City, practically covering every spot with traps, but the space they were now facing was too confined.

The fire ignited the giant, and the deep-sleeping Cyclops opened its eyes in confusion, only to see a dark mass of silhouettes.

The concentrated Explosive Fla ignited the fury of the Cyclops; it roared as it rose to its feet, and facing the cruel smiles of the Undead, the Cyclops decisively chose to run.

“Damn it, why did it run?!”

“Isn’t there any aggro?”

There was aggro, but the Cyclops wasn’t stupid—there was no reason to walk over and let them blast it to death with Fireballs.

“Everyone, keep formation, don’t break ranks.

Rune ssengers, chase it down, don’t let it get away!”

Soone was directing, and the cooperation wasn’t bad, after all, they were all there to kill the Cyclops.

A few Rune ssengers moved swiftly, following through stealth to catch up.

But soon, another ssage ca back, sent privately.

“Damn it, don’t co here!”

“There’s a whole nest of Cyclops here!

A whole nest!”