The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 364 - 364 308 Military Merits Exchange is Very Excit

364: Chapter 308: Military rits Exchange is Very Exciting 364: Chapter 308: Military rits Exchange is Very Exciting The army was about to advance today, leaving limited ti for the undead, and many were coming forward with military rits to exchange, fearing that once they left Raven City, the exchange spot would be shut down for good.

“Hey hey hey, no cutting in line, line up!”

“Anyone selling military rits, bro?

I’ll pay top dollar!

Can do offline, paying first is okay too!”

Paper-based military rits now had operational value, but so far, no one had sold any.

Those looking to buy military rits knew well that these rits were bound to increase in the future, a scenario that had happened many tis before, so they offered very low prices.

And those selling military rits, for one, because the prices were not to their liking, and also because they themselves were short on rits as the Rand Legion’s military rit exchange was a limited-ti event.

It was very likely that once the quest for the “Golden Throne” concluded, the exchange store would close, so everyone aid to bulk purchase, speculating that they might even profit from a market shortage later.

Amidst the noisy clamor, Lena followed the slowly moving line, and during that ti, she learned much of what should be the language known only to undead.

“Damn it,” “Shit,” “Bloody hell,” and so on seed to be so kind of speaking habit; using these words at the right mont seed to foster a sense of belonging.

There were also terms like “log in,” “log out,” and “form a team,” which didn’t sound like secret codes but rather like ordinary vocabulary; moreover, she noticed that the undead who said “log out” really did suddenly disappear on the spot.

She had a suspicion about this.

It was very likely that the undead were projections from another world’s power.

Of course, the main thing was still the quest and the rewards and, foremost, the “Golden Throne.” Following Lind’s army to Goliath and participating in the war would unlock more secrets about the “Golden Throne.”

But what she couldn’t understand was, whenever the Golden Throne was ntioned, the undead would talk about a myriad of topics that seed to sohow connect back to the Golden Throne.

Lena thought for a mont, then looked towards two n engaged in a lively conversation, and asked, “That Golden Throne, are you guys forming a team?”

“You with the two of us?” The n were surprised and exchanged glances.

Then they looked Lena up and down with an astonished gaze.

She felt a bit uncomfortable being scrutinized.

Fortunately, she heard the two n’s reply, “Sure, why not!”

It was that simple!

Lena could hardly believe it.

And the two undead found it even more inconceivable, because from the mont Lena had entered the camp, they had realized that Lena was not an undead but an NPC.

An NPC dressed and with habits sowhat akin to an undead.

“Sister Li, I think she must be a special NPC, probably an undead from this world with a plot to follow.”

“A heartbroken undead?”

“Sort of like that.”

The two quietly communicated using a thod known only to the undead, believing they had stumbled upon crucial information.

They were soon ready to make their exchange.

“What are you guys exchanging?” Lena felt she had perfectly integrated into the undead group, now being “one of them,” certain questions could be asked directly.

“Quivers are the most important, definitely.”

“Quivers?”

Lena didn’t quite understand, as she hadn’t seen many archers among the undead.

This group was eclectically dressed, but still maintained a certain uniformity that made it instantly recognizable who was an undead and who was a regular soldier.

And the difference between them was definitely not just who wore two pairs of boots mixed together, or who threw a cumberso cavalry helt over light armor.

“Space quivers, where you can store things, and there are even massive military space barrels, which are simply off the hook,” she learned a new term.

“Is it really that amazing?” Lena said a bit stiffly, but aptly used the new term to express herself.

Soon, she found that her remarks had earned the trust of two Undead like never before, blowing up their urge to confide.

“Hehe, of course.

And after you buy the quiver, you can also decorate it with military rits, It’s just too bad that the exchange for Rand Legion armor isn’t open, otherwise it would be absolutely cool!”

What decorations, and what exchange for armor?

Lena felt her mind wasn’t quite keeping up, and if she hadn’t heard wrong, military rits could even be exchanged for military equipnt.

Hisss, thinking this, she suddenly understood how precious military rits were.

Even the Crimson Nobility had a tough ti solving the problem of military gear; they had to rely on their own claws and teeth in battlefields, without human labor for mining, forging, etc.

If they could don a set of Mystic Rune Armor like the Land Soldiers, the combat power of the Blood Clan would undergo a significant transformation.

Clenching the military rits in her hand tightly, she thought she had grasped the most crucial thing.

Lena followed the two Undead she just t, “Long Live Sister Li” and “Loves White Silk,” to the exchange point.

Next to the enormous tent, a row of Golden Soldiers was stationed, dressed in polished golden plate armor with silver chain mail underneath, a longsword uniformly engraved with Mystic Runes at their waists, and lion shields on their backs, standing like statues.

When Lena stood in front of this batch of Golden Soldiers, she found herself being stared at uniformly by the soldiers, their piercing gazes almost penetrating her.

“My lord, I want a quiver!”

“My lord, I also want one!”

Lena followed, saying, “Then, I want one too.”

Three quivers were thrown in front of them, but the exorbitant price instantly cleaned out two-thirds of Lena’s savings.

“How can you…” she exclaid, surprised as she watched the other two continue their spree, including purchasing expensive arrows, Magic Potion, spices, and more.

All were consumable items.

“Oh, we have tricks for farming military rits,” ‘Long Live Sister Li’ answered very naturally.

Although Nie Erxi was the first to discover the thod of making money by capturing spies, more and more people later discovered this trick that wasn’t very operation-intensive.

Catching a spy earned as much military rit as a road repair task.

Road repair took ti, but Undead capturing spies only needed to scan a crowded place.

A money-making trick unique to the Undead.

Lena couldn’t distinguish exactly how it worked, after all, she wasn’t truly one of the Undead, so she couldn’t demand much.

Her eyes landed on the rows of Magic Potion, feeling an impulse to take them all away, but unfortunately, the military rits she had earned were still too few.

She must earn more military rits!

Even more unfortunate, the army had already marched forward on the expedition road, but luckily, she was also allowed to join this expedition.

It seed utterly ridiculous to her, with her soldiers completely out of control, Lind Armand’s campaign was dood to fail, absolutely so.

The malice in her heart was fleeting; she hoped Lind could hold out longer, to give her ti to uncover more of their secrets.

For more.

And for the Golden Throne.