The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 675 - 675 504 There's an NPC Pretending to be Undead

675: Chapter 504: There’s an NPC Pretending to be Undead_2 675: Chapter 504: There’s an NPC Pretending to be Undead_2 A group of Undead were swiftly mobilized into action.

Using photos provided by , they chiseled out a statue of Lind Armand, clad in lted Armor and mounted on a golden Undead Bone Dragon, according to the likeness of Thor, the Thunder God.

From then on, the Snow Peak Sect disappeared, replaced by the Black Knight Order.

To the people of the Kingdom, nothing changed.

It made no difference who they worshipped or who was the King.

For the Undead, having faith in an NPC with a fire basin on its head is not as good as believing in the Black Knights, at least they look handso.

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The focus of the conflict on the Enstad Continent, the alliance of the 12 Deities, was nearly falling apart, barely maintaining surface harmony.

Because of the rapid departure of the Undead, they had to try everything to hinder and retain these warriors who are not afraid of death.

It’s a pity that no matter what benefits they offered, it seed that they couldn’t keep the hearts of the Undead.

A brand new ga map, huh?

Even if you offer a set of Divine Equipnt, don’t expect to keep , and you wouldn’t part with Divine Equipnt either, would you?

Only so Undead who liked a peaceful life and worried about their hos, the cows on the farm, and the eggs in the chicken coop, did not set out imdiately, but everyone knew that it was only a matter of ti before the Undead would leave.

The elder holding the scroll was no longer interested in the eting, for from the Undead, who couldn’t keep any secrets, He learned about so situations in the Magic Land, including the so-called “Story God Skin” that Lind owned.

The struggle for Divine Authority was the most fierce, with only one being able to laugh last.

The loss of the Prince of Dual Swords and Ana Ghost ant little to Him, so long as He could fully control Divine Authority, He could create more strong and powerful henchn later on.

Just as He wanted to acquire the power of the Story Dominus, the Black Knight would not easily let Him go.

When the opponent fully recovers from his injuries, how could He hide?

None of those allies could be trusted.

Fear filled His mind, and under such circumstances, the elder’s thoughts raced, like a fla in the wilderness stubbornly seeking a way not to be extinguished by the imminent downpour—don’t suffocate so quickly.

Escape to the Magic Land, the Plane known as the border between the mundane and the Divine Realm!

If He could find another fella who has taken over the power of the Story Dominus, that tedious bastard who loves to tell stories, perhaps He could turn defeat into victory and dispose of the Black Knight, seizing part of His Divine Authority.

The elder’s head seed to be cracked open by a beam of light, the light slowly diffused and enveloped His entire head, rapidly transforming His appearance into a person with sowhat peculiar attire.

This was the outco after the elder observed many Undead.

The Undead had very distinctive features, so incredibly beautiful and others exceedingly ugly, and their behavior was exaggerated.

Apart from their looks, they would wear extrely extravagant and complicated clothing and liked to decorate their armor with all sorts of fancy embellishnts.

Plane travel is not that simple; it requires coordinates.

The elder couldn’t just wander aimlessly, so following the Undead from the Black Knight’s Underground Grave into the Magic Land beca the best option.

His guise as a drawing would absolutely remain undetected because illustrations are also part of the story.

And the identity He painted for Himself was sothing even the Undead could not easily see through, all part of the story.

Black Knight Underground Graveyard.

It was the elder’s first ti entering this massive fortress structure.

As far as the eye could see, there were swarms of Undead, the whole area seed to be taken over by flies, their buzzing talk drilling into your ears.

“It seems my disguise is quite a success.”

The elder was very pleased with Himself; He “painted” Himself as a Wizard of about 1st Ring level, which was the largest group among the Undead.

For clothing, He chose a set of iron bucket armor paired with a blue cloak adorned with peculiar Runes.

“Next up is the selection to go to the Magic Land.”

Even with the direct route to the Magic Land opened up, there was a limited number of people that could be teleported each day.

Currently, the Black Knight Camp could only rely on 6th Ring Deities to help open the Teleportation Gate; with human power alone, there’s a limit to the number.

The elder didn’t need to ask around; if He just stood in one spot for a while, all sorts of information would co to His ears.

“A lottery in the store can get you a ticket to the Magic Land?”

“Eating snacks can chance upon getting a Magic Land ticket?”

“There might be Magic Land tickets in the treasure chests of the Underground City?”

He heard the information, but it didn’t make sense.

Because the Undead had a habit of saying, “I’ll send you a link.”

What exactly is this link?

Or they may say, “Check out this strategy.”

What then, is this strategy?

The elder, who already knew about a similar mind network ability among the Undead, was not surprised but felt that eavesdropping here was a complete waste of ti.

He intended to clear the so-called Underground City, yet did not know which one contained the ticket, because when the Undead discussed this matter, they spoke in abstruse language.

The Scroll Elder prepared to give himself

“Magic Land dungeon ticket buffed, cherish materials or equipnt, slot 1, ”

A big guy was bellowing at the top of his lungs.

After eavesdropping for a while and watching many people get “ ”, the Scroll Elder approached.

“Can you buff the Magic Land dungeon tickets?”

“Yes!”

The other party didn’t suspect the identity of the Scroll Elder, sized him up, and then said, “Are you coming?

Cash first.”

The aning was not hard to guess.

The Scroll Elder took out several necklaces.

“Holy shit, necklaces blessed by deities that actually boost charm?

Even though they are limited-ti items, lasting two and a half years is quite enough, big bro, where did you get these from?”

Equipnt that increases charm is not non-existent; so deities are biased towards Succubus and so give magic potions or clothes that increase charm as rewards.

“Is this enough?” The Scroll Elder was not quite used to the other party’s way of speaking.

Necklaces blessed by deities, that’s because He Himself is a deity, wanting as many as He desires.

“Enough, definitely enough!

As long as you don’t feel that you’re at a loss.”

Just so casual trinkets of 2nd-circle level, the Scroll Elder directly handed the items to the other party: “Lead to get the tickets.”

“OK, let’s go!” The Undead nodded, “By the way, big bro, wanna add as friends?

Just so you don’t think I’m going to scam you and run off with your stuff.”

As he spoke, he extended his right hand.

The Scroll Elder remained unmoved.

He knew that this was the “connection” thod among Undead, but his identity was fake, so he couldn’t “add as friends.”

“No need, it’s all trivial stuff, I’m not afraid of you running, you just make sure you aren’t.”

The Undead raised a thumb: “That’s the most pretentious thing I’ve heard in the past few days!

We operate on trust, so rest assured.”

Soon a few more people gathered, forming a team.

After dividing the necklaces, they set out, with the Scroll Elder following behind them, they went to an “Underground City,” which looked like an underground castle.

“I’m not afraid to tell you, actually, we figured out how to farm Magic Land dungeon tickets ourselves.”

The Undead casually spoke, but what he said was nonsense; after all, they definitely wouldn’t easily reveal their business secrets.

They quickly went into battle mode.

The enemy they faced head-on was not strong, just 1st-circle level; the Scroll Elder, wanting to hide his identity, suppressed the urge to make a move.

Watching the Undead issue tense orders and take action.

They really were a team adept at combat; though their coordination was sowhat ssy and their combination attacks clumsy, they deeply trusted each other.

There really were those who would actively take a slash for their comrades.

A figure wearing the Fla Crown appeared, burning with an aura as strong as 3rd circle.

“This official Underground City instance, a mini-boss refreshes regularly, if not for the limit of only 5 people, we would’ve flattened it long ago!” said the Undead leader.

The Scroll Elder delicately savored this war, watching several Undead die protecting their own.

“Pepsi Brother!

Co on!

We’re attracting their attention for you!

Go get that ticket!”

Pepsi Brother?

Who are they talking about?

The Scroll Elder looked left and right.

“Holy crap, Pepsi Brother, hurry up, we can’t hold on much longer!”

“?”

The Scroll Elder pointed at his own nose.

“Of course it’s you, draped in a Pepsi cloak, I’m part of team Coca-Cola and even I feel embarrassed for you!”