The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 443 - 443 373 Escort Lind Mission

443: Chapter 373: Escort Lind Mission?

443: Chapter 373: Escort Lind Mission?

When Lind arrived at the Gate of phisto outpost, the city walls had already shot up from the ground.

All kinds of equipnt were complete, including crossbows, bolt beds, and catapults among others.

And towards the south, trenches had been dug and caltrops had been placed.

The city walls were patrolled by undead around the clock.

Before Lind arrived with the Expedition Army, the patrolling undead had discovered their traces.

“We have already contacted the exile outpost.”

Crystal Mage and Wen Ruien sighed with relief upon seeing Lind arrive.

War was indeed not as simple as they had imagined.

Mobilizing a group of people had exhausted their minds.

Back in Raven City, their thod was to keep trouble small and effortless, which of course did not tire them out.

Only after they invested all their efforts into the Gate of phisto did they realize how difficult it was to manage so many people.

Without Lind’s task system, the situation would have been even worse, so at this mont the arrival of Lind seed like a savior to them.

“William, go see what’s happening.”

“Yes!”

Lind trusted the main character of the ga implicitly.

He could be skeptical in other respects, but when it ca to the main character of version 1.0 fighting against the Abyss in version 1.0, the reliability was extrely high.

“Let’s go inside and talk.”

This ti, Lind had co not only to examine the Great Rift but also to reestablish contact with lulan.

As “collaborators,” lulan wanted revenge on the Black Marsh Kingdom, and Lind hoped lulan could offer her help to him.

An ordinary “Crimson Monarch” was nothing to speak of, as he could easily tear apart Redwald before he was soon to be promoted to Sun Knight of the Hero Rank.

The true strength and attributes he possessed, even he himself was unclear.

Almost every kingdom had Great Rifts, more or less.

If there was an “Ultimate Great BOSS” in the Great Rift, such as a guest from the Abyss in the guise of the Cunning King.

Then could he seize the BOSS for himself?

He believed killing the BOSS as an undead would yield so benefits, and he definitely could obtain sothing through so ans, certainly sothing better than what the undead received, without any restrictions.

Looking at the food in the pan while eating from the bowl, that was him.

And lulan represented the “legitimate” lineage of the Black Marsh Kingdom.

She was the Empress, just secretly murdered and her body sold.

As long as she lived and returned, those who had killed her certainly would not dare to claim she was already dead.

Lind greatly appreciated the power of the “law;” he believed the laws of the Black Marsh Kingdom must also have so peculiarities.

The Rift Abyss, laws, and the Newbie Village of the Black Marsh Kingdom; there was absolutely no reason for Lind to abandon such trendous benefits—it was another field of unharvested chives!

He could apply the developntal strategies of the Rand Kingdom directly and systemically harvest them!

All preparations were rely facilitating his entry into Magic Land.

The Borderland was certainly fraught with dangers.

As for the Far East Continent, where Flying Dragons were used rely for pulling carts, it was surely a mid-to-late ga area.

It would be best if he could make contact, but he couldn’t force it if contact were not possible.

He had also asked Mico and Esha about Magic Land, but their answers had disappointed him.

They had never explored Magic Land either, and they had left the school using “Subterranean Tunnel Worms,” a peculiar kind of bug that burrowed through the ground like a high-speed train.

Lind could not imagine what it was like to be eaten by a bug and then burrow around inside the earth.

He knew far too little about the world of magic; he could only say that to himself.

He had even considered the possibility of lulan betraying him.

As soon as he t lulan, he could directly check her favorability to learn everything.

However, he tended to believe that their collaboration would continue.

There were only three people in the council room.

“How is the situation?”

“So of the Pustule Exiles are still there, but not many,” the Crystal Mage replied, finding the exiles was the greatest contribution he could make.

“What about the resistance dicine?”

“They can produce it, but the output isn’t high, and they don’t want to leave the exile post.

They think it’s safer to hide there.”

“Who’s in charge of managing them?”

The Pustule Exiles were not the kindest of people; they arrived at the Gate of phisto wearing iron cage helts, posing as criminals.

Everyone had committed grave cris.

“No one, but they want to et you,” said the Crystal ntor.

“Can you make them hand over the formula for the resistance dicine?” Lind suggested, “For example, have the undead produce it.”

An undead could only make one dose of resistance dicine at the cost of a life, yet the output would be quite terrifying.

The Crystal Mage imdiately halted him: “I don’t recomnd doing that.

If the undead beco Abyss monsters, the situation might beco even worse.”

Lind thought it over and agreed with the Crystal Mage’s concern.

If it was just a simple plague curse, it would be manageable, but being classified as a new race would an the undead instantaneously switching allegiances.

To them, the notions of good and evil in allegiances ant little because they were skilled in viewing ga content from any angle and could easily imrse themselves emotionally.

Keeping control over the undead and their situation would require a “Scavenger.” If a Scavenger accompanied them, things would be sowhat more manageable.

Any potential mutation in the undead could be swiftly dealt with by killing them imdiately.

Wen also spoke at that mont: “There’s one more thing, there’s a Painter nad Boyd in the exile post who ntioned wanting to et you after hearing your na.”