The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 611 - 611 473 We Can Also Give Equipment2

611: Chapter 473 We Can Also Give Equipnt_2 611: Chapter 473 We Can Also Give Equipnt_2 Every continent was different, but eventually, everyone switched to enchanted weapons.

So did so through trickery and deceit, others by ambushing NPCs and stealing outright, and still others by their own hard work to provide for themselves.

Just when they thought they had successfully caught up to the Rand Kingdom’s Undead, they found that this group had all switched to Abyss suits.

By donning the fully enhanced Abyss suits, the frail-bodied spellcasters bid farewell to their physical weaknesses, and it was common to see a bunch of mages not even using spells, charging in like mad dogs swinging haymaker punches.

In version 1.0, thanks to the weak sleep chanic, the translation team couldn’t enter the ga, but with version 2.0, they finally got their wish.

It was just a pity that they couldn’t “reincarnate” into the Shilu Continent.

The Black Knight’s underground tomb was too far away, too, and the newbies couldn’t make it there.

The Crow’s Nest Scholar looked at the translation team, gritted his teeth, and said, “Weapons, armor, all can be given away.

Tonight, we will hold a eting in front of Crow’s Nest Fortress.”

With the experience from before, the Crow’s Nest Scholar’s success rate in preaching to the Undead went up considerably.

Just promise them equipnt and divine arts, and even those Undead not initially interested would choose to listen or co see, lured by the benefits.

After half a day, he had pretty much won over nearly a hundred people.

The Crow’s Nest Scholar was ready to call it a day, to go back and prepare the things to give away, and then, once the Undead joined, have them go back to their own groups to spread the greatness of the deities.

This is how the faith spread.

What he didn’t know was that after he left, the translation team turned around and contacted their friends, speaking up within the “Raven’s Nest Cliff Group.”

“Dudes, anyone short on equipnt?

I just chatted with that Crow’s Nest Scholar, he said he’s giving away gear at the eting.”

“Really, JM bro?

I talked to that old man for quite a while before, a stingy miser who wouldn’t part with a single feather.”

“I ran into him too, but he only gave away newbie sets, no big deal.”

“You’re too late then, when I went there, the price went up, and he was even giving away Magic Potions.

With enough experience, you could level up straight to 11.”

“Sweet!

Finally, a newbie village that knows how to treat people.”

“Is there one that can help level straight to 30?

I’m too low level to be involved in many storylines and quests.”

“Go to the Black Knight’s Great Tomb, man!

The guys there are filthy rich.

So even give away random equipnt and Gold Coins.

They’re so friendly I almost pledged myself to them.”

“Let’s roll!

Let’s see what they’re giving away over there, and then I’ll talk to Gareth, see if he can give away more too.

Magic Potions, skills, I’m not complaining, aren’t we diligently worshipping the deities just for these benefits?”

“Don’t talk nonsense; I’m here because the Snake Queen is hot.”

“Damn, how did a guy from the Salt Alkali Plain sneak in here?”

“Heard this group likes to share risqué pics, so I ca to have a look.”

Night fell at Crow’s Nest Fortress.

The Crow’s Nest Scholar had finally made ample preparations.

He led the Believers and called the eting, waiting for the Undead to arrive.

“Here they co!” Seeing the figures with lanterns hanging from their waists approaching in the darkness, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Welco to your arrival, seekers who are confused yet yearn for guidance!” the Crow’s Nest Scholar bood, like a priest bestowing blessings, although his worshipped deities didn’t exactly have priests.

“Is the equipnt giveaway for real?” the newcors asked bluntly.

Despite not liking their outright greediness, how could the Crow’s Nest Scholar, who believed he had found the trick to handle the Undead, deny it?

It was just a bit of wealth, after all, nothing compared to the grand knowledge bestowed by the great deities.

“Of course, these gifts are just the beginning,” said the Crow’s Nest Scholar.

However, his smile faded before long.

A hundred Undead, a thousand Undead, three thousand Undead…

The numbers kept growing.

The Crow’s Nest Scholar, believing he had discovered the “Knack for Attracting the Undead,” beca bolder in his promises.

Life Potions and such weren’t terribly expensive at this stage, and so Undead could also brew their own, but it was either a waste of money or ti.

Attending the eting, though, ant they could get a set right away.

Cyber egg, everyone nearby, regardless of strength, lined up in a queue.

The Undead gathered in a dense crowd, giving the Crow’s Nest Scholars goosebumps.

They could afford the cost, but once the goods were given away, the Raven’s Nest Cliff was likely to run into a financial deficit.

…

Lind had completed his performance and was preparing to return to Magic Land to “restock” and bring back so chanical Servants to produce equipnt for the Undead.

There were indeed benefits to associating with the Abyss, such as plane travel.

Although Lind was the type who grew stronger through battle, if he were to fight non-stop for months in areas like volcanic lava, he might touch upon the 6th circle, but he couldn’t achieve so of the basic powers.

But conservatively estimating, the Abyss’s strength was above the 7th circle.

Borrowing Abyssal Power allowed him to easily traverse planes and open “Great Rifts.”

He thought the Undead would need so ti to investigate the not so “secret” truth, but he didn’t expect them to co knocking again.

And they took advantage of the tis when Lind appeared every two or three days to “show his face.”

“Black Knight, sir!

We are willing to campaign against those Deities for you!

To defeat and capture the Undead, to prepare for your advance on Magic Land.”

“Black Knight, sir, I’m not one to stir things up, but there’s sothing I can’t hold back from saying, uh, those so-called Deities have been talking behind your back, and you don’t know about it.

I’m embarrassed to even repeat it to you.

I’m not trying to stir trouble, but we can’t just suffer in silence.”

“If you ask , going to Magic Land to save the world and the side quests, er, I an fighting those Deities aren’t conflicting at all.

If they’re sticking their necks out, we might as well chop those heads off.”

Lind could guess the Undead’s every move just by their posture; he knew whether they were just going to fart or drop a big one.

All this talk of saving the world was nonsense; if they really wanted to fight the Deities, they would have started long ago.

It was simply because the Deities had assigned the Undead the task of attacking the Abyss, but their side hadn’t been given any tasks to destroy the Deities.

No task, no reward.

Taking action would be a loss, so they preferred inaction.

Lind was indeed coveting the powers of the Deities, but he didn’t want to get involved on his own initiative.

After all, he had shaped himself into a tragic hero; how could he actively invade others?

The Kingdom of Trees?

That wasn’t important.

The Undead were aware that he was a “poor lamb” corrupted by Abyssal Erosion.

As long as the Black Knight didn’t speak up, the Undead could help cover up the lies.

And that was indeed the case.

Currently, there were three main theories about the identity of the Black Knight.

The first theory was that the Black Knight was the sa one who had made a brief appearance in Rand Kingdom, wielding Storm power.

Though his appearance, strength, and even fighting style were different, the na was the sa.

As everyone knows, in a ga, anything can repeat except for the nas of NPCs.

The second guess was that Lind Armand was the Black Knight, which made a lot of sense according to popular belief.

First, the style of doing things was too similar.

In the entire ga until now, the trend of carelessly sticking a wooden signpost with a written task on it was started by Lind.

Additionally, Magic Land had lost track of Lind Armand’s whereabouts—despite the 3000 Undead in Magic Land fishing for information, they couldn’t find out where he was from the Beast ladies and others.

Moreover, the NPCs of Magic Land included a new “chanical God Cult” NPC, which sold even more powerful magic chanical weapons and equipnt, not only exoskeletons and chanical magic armor but also magic chanical prosthetics.

The Abyss Prize Pool in the Black Knight’s underground tomb even had chanical prosthetics as a prize.

The most important clue was when he hesitated for a mont when ntioning Rand Kingdom.

Furthermore, soone analyzed his height and found that the Black Knight’s height was exactly the sa as Lind’s.

All signs indicated he was Lind.

The third guess was that this was a brand new NPC, without so many secrets.