The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 292 - 292 246 True · Login to Get Free Equipment

292: Chapter 246 True · Login to Get Free Equipnt 292: Chapter 246 True · Login to Get Free Equipnt The Undead who had just been stunned suddenly ca to their senses.

What, giving away equipnt, weapons?

Then what are we waiting for, brothers?

Today we are Dedicated Soldiers, attacking wherever we’re directed!

There was a very popular guide for newbies online, and almost all the Undead who got the second batch of test qualifications had seen it.

The author of the guide, based on various situations, had collaborated with so beta testers to compile a very detailed pioneering tutorial.

Why is “Doomsday Magic Ring” fun?

Because it’s realistic enough.

This realism had reached a level that felt terrifying; in other gas, every NPC has its fixed trajectory, and no matter how realistic, it’s still a program.

But here, they rember everything you’ve done, just like real people.

Happy, angry, sad, they will rember you forever for so evil deed you’ve done, just like how one Undead realized an NPC was trying to scam him, kicked the NPC over, and since then he noticed rumors about himself everywhere.

After spending days tracking and investigating, he finally found out it was the NPC he had kicked who was spreading them.

There were also people who accidentally saved villagers about to die at the hands of Calamity, and those villagers would rember the Undead, showing warmth only to the savior and being cold to other Undead.

NPCs have the sa virtues and flaws of real people, which led to various manipulations.

“Teaching you dieval speechcraft, how to quickly get a job.”

“Teaching you how to acquire initial capital quickly, accumulating the primitive funds.”

“Teaching you how to beco a Thief Saint, prosper through stealing, but rember, getting caught will lead to expulsion.”

“Teaching you…”

And so on, dozens of strategies, allowing newcors to get through the newbie phase in the shortest ti.

Later, once they had enough money and built up connections, they could finally access deeper powers, where the Undead could choose to pester the Newbie Village chief relentlessly to obtain a Magic Potion recipe.

“Teaching you how to quickly gather Magic Potion ingredients.”

And “Teaching you how to brew Magic Potion.”

There were even so Undead who had changed their profession to Wizard and were attempting to brew Magic Potions, although successful cases were very few and the quality of the potions they made was very low.

Plus, the ingredients were too difficult to obtain, so the Undead essentially chose to join a power faction to get Magic Potions from those groups.

More advanced beca “how to join a powerful figure to obtain Magic Potions etc.”

All the tutorials read, made it dazzlingly complicated, making it feel like one was not playing a ga but reading thesis papers and researching materials.

And at the bottom of these materials, there was always a note, “If you have joined Lind Armand’s faction, you can ignore these strategies, congratulations on activating the ga’s easy mode.”

Now, the Undead at Erald Hill were experiencing what “easy mode” ant.

True· log-in and receive equipnt.

The Undead got moving, lining up to receive equipnt.

However, Lind did not feel secure inside, firstly, the Central Region had already completely exceeded the range of his signal coverage, the “Gold Badge” couldn’t affect this area, aning he had no “Magic version system” here.

He could create so counterfeit Gold Badges using Mystic Rune infusion, but whether in computing capacity or other aspects, they were lower, and mainly, there wasn’t enough ti.

Even so, Lind was confident that among the many Newbie Villages in Raven City, he could bite off a big chunk.

The Magic system was just more convenient, making the Undead have more of a “ga experience”, but he could achieve similar effects through other ans as long as he did it better than other Newbie Village chiefs.

In the Central Region, his competitive edge was too small.

So far, Lind’s understanding of Raven City’s power structure was minimal.

He only knew that there were four or five forces with frictions amongst each other.

That’s also why they hadn’t attacked Goliath and the old nobility forces like Mountain Demon Castle and Snake Catcher Fortress.

However, as a year passed, their internal voices gradually tended toward harmony.

It seed as if everything was preparing for the return of the Undead.

A group of powerhouses likely as strong as Lord Leon, with levels conservatively estimated to be over 41.

Among Lind’s current forces, only he himself was the strongest, and his strength could only reach level 40 at most.

The difference in competitiveness was too great.

Often, a larger number above the heads of NPCs indicated more reliability.

The role of level numbers was so direct that Undead, upon seeing their levels, naturally developed the thought: Oh, he’s a late-stage NPC, he’s an early to mid-stage NPC.

This perception gap could very likely make the Undead decide to skip to the end: since they saw a late-stage NPC, there was no need to waste ti here.

Moreover, every Undead he fought over in the Central Region ant one less for the New Nobility.

He was weakening the enemy’s strength in ways only he could understand, while the New Nobility might not grasp his actions at all.

He wasn’t worried about the area north of Snake Catcher Fortress.

No matter where the newcor Undead ended up, as long as it was in the north, they had to go to Star Dragon City.

Keeping all the at in his own pot, he could slowly digest it.

The Undead of Erald Hill were like his live advertisents; perhaps other Newbie Villages would want to co upon seeing them.

It didn’t matter if they lacked the strength to co now; they could wait until they were stronger and bring their families along with Raven City’s equipnt since Raven City had no faction Points restrictions and was always accessible.

If it weren’t for territorial limits and the Central Region’s inability to provide the star grass required by Catastrophe Warhorses, Lind would even dare to create a promotion giving away a warhorse for signing in consecutively for 30 days.

He didn’t need a bottom line.

He just needed to spend money and poach people.

After all, he wasn’t really an NPC.

…

It was also on the sa day.

Red Mushroom Village saw the presence of Undead for the first ti, their numbers growing steadily.

They excitedly rushed toward a cluster of buildings with red roofs.

First, they talked to NPCs, then took on missions and grinded for equipnt.

Such a genuine Magic World was irresistible to explore, though they still retained so rationality knowing that they couldn’t get far without strength.

But what the Undead didn’t expect was that just as they were racing toward Red Mushroom Village, a uniquely shaped and chaotic ard force suddenly erged.

They wore various styles of armor and equipnt; so were shirtless, so dragged strangely styled broadswords, while others wielded long spears like wild n.

They didn’t co from the sa region, and the differences in skin color and ethnicity were also significant among each other.

This was a mixed village.

What differed were the styles, but what was common was the ard force’s murderous aura, united against the outside.

“What are you!”

“Don’t move!”

Among these warriors, one person yelled inquiringly.

“We are the Undead!

We are God’s Knights!” one of the Undead declared, “We are here to save the world!”

But their words weren’t convincing—who had ever seen world-saving knights without even pants?

So, unlike the Undead in Erald Hill who were equipped upon arrival, this group of Undead was tied up with ropes at their hands and feet, all squatting in a corner, waiting for the Baron of Red Mushroom to arrive.