The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 63 - 63 60 The Body of Gold 5K2

63: Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)_2 63: Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)_2 “Monster!” At the end of his life, there was only one thought in his mind.

It wasn’t a very sophisticated action plan, but it was very risky and required absolute trust in his teammates, and a fearlessness of death.

Trying this thod to isolate and devour fellow Wanderers when the numbers on both sides were about the sa, if it’s not fearlessness of death, what is it?

Benefits?

Can’t see any.

It can’t just be for the sake of killing, Wanderers don’t operate that way.

…

“Anyone lacking experience here?”

“Maxed-out brothers, take the front and tank a bit, later we’ll divide loot based on DPS, don’t forget we’ve got the Lord handing out rewards!”

“Good brother, let take a slash!”

As the flas of war flickered and the tents burned, the battlefield finally heated up, with everyone’s face aglow with the firelight.

In such a fierce fighting atmosphere, the Undead fought even more fiercely.

“I’m going offline!” an Undead suddenly shouted.

“My mom is calling to eat; I’m going to commit suicide now, or she’ll co in and unplug my internet!”

“Pass around so chili powder, everyone give so to this brother who’s committing suicide!”

Small packets were thrown into his arms, and the face of the Undead going offline visibly reddened.

“Damn, that’s toxic, so spicy?”

“Mutated herbs, I feel like normal people shouldn’t touch them.”

“Hurry up!”

The Undead clutching the chili powder charged out, only to “boom” explode into a pile of ashes in the middle of the Wanderers’ puzzled stares.

Suddenly, packets of chili powder from packets that had been opened in advance scattered, instantly engulfing the Wanderers.

Secondary damage, the first few Wanderers hit the ground directly.

“Attack!”

…

“Attack!” Loves White Silk put away his shield; as a battlefield reporter aiming for the best video effects, he was considering transitioning from using a sword to a shield.

Being tanky, he could record more crucial content.

He wasn’t very interested in last-hitting; there was no experience to be gained after reaching max level.

The chaotic scene of the battle caught his attention even more—the lee of a hundred soldiers was as if he had entered into a real war, the twisted air and the hazy, blood-tinged battlefield made his heart surge.

“It’s just the Two-Headed People left!”

Their only target was the Two-Headed People!

To the point where killing the Two-Headed People had beco the ultimate goal in everyone’s hearts, not just for the honor of taking down a boss, but also for that unique honor.

No player could be indifferent to the ga’s sole unique Title.

“I’ll pay 100,000 for the last hit!

Let do it!” A rich guy had already started shouting.

The other ca later.

Loves White Silk sowhat rembered that person, who seed to be a big boss in real life, and had lately been leveling up by farming in Mad Wise Ones’ village.

But unlike others grinding levels, this rich brother was spending real money to hire other players to help, and then he would deliver the last hit.

For wealthy people, such Titles were their pleasure in playing the ga.

The poor had their fun in grinding mobs to level up, while the rich had their fun bullying the poor.

Not many people paid him attention, whether they were playing the ga to earn in-ga gold or just for pure entertainnt.

Getting the first honorific Title would truly make a na for oneself in the ga!

Loves White Silk wasn’t that reckless; he didn’t rush forward.

Watching the boss hire five bodyguards in a short ti and hearing the employnt fee of 10,000 per person regardless of success or failure, he just grimaced.

How many minutes could this boss battle last?

There’s 50,000 just flying out.

“Charge!” Soone took the initiative to lunge at the Two-Headed People.

Now there was nothing stopping the Undead and Two-Headed Bueno; only a bloody, brutal lee remained.

Bueno was extrely angry; his heavy breathing almost burst his chest open.

It’s over!

Just like that, a group of people who seed to co from nowhere directly wiped out his team?

[Two-Headed Bueno]

[HP:5000/5000]

[Insufficient reconnaissance,??,??,??]

All Undead could see, then they all took a deep, cold breath.

“Damn, what a tank!”

“He’s showing his health bar!

What are you waiting for, attack!”

The first Undead who threw himself forward only heard a bang; the booming sound of the explosion rang in his ears, and by the ti he ca to his senses, he had already returned to the Respawn Point.

On the other hand, the eyelids of the Undead on the battlefield twitched.

Two-Headed Bueno had a body over two ters tall, burly and strong with two ugly and twisted heads.

The Undead had a high tolerance for this as so Undead who created their facial features were even uglier than Bueno.

They watched their companions charge forward, only for Bueno to hit them in the chest with his fists, pure and simple strength, folding the assailant in half!

The body fell to the ground, rolling in the bloody mud, and then exploded into a pile of ashes.

“Pay attention to dodging!”

No one would fall back; the Undead carried out Lind’s orders to the letter—advance with offense, only offense!

Undead with control over ranged powers fired at high frequency, and the lee fighters among them took kiting tactics to extres.

Two-Headed Bueno turned into a clumsy object that everyone seed to toy with at will.

More and more wounds appeared on his body.

Of course, every ti he got hurt, so Undead had to pay the price.

“His health is down to 4500!”

“His health is down to 4000!”

“How many of us are left?”

“Twelve!”

“Is the chili powder working?”

“It’s all used up!”

It was probably at that mont that the Undead truly understood the difference between them and the others after taking that one step.

But the surviving Undead were all elites; they had a deeper understanding of the ga and more nimble operations, several even worked in similar fields in real life.