The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 817 - 817 573 Glass Cannon2

817: Chapter 573: Glass Cannon_2 817: Chapter 573: Glass Cannon_2 But in this world, there are always wandering undead, inexplicably wanting to climb higher mountains, inexplicably wanting to jump down, etc.

Their figures can appear everywhere.

But this ti seems to be different.

“Sigh.”

Deep sigh.

The undead “Diao, the Dark Great Mage who was sealed” strangely moved closer to her.

“Do you understand magic?” the Bunny-toothed Witch suddenly asked.

“Magic?

Not really.” He shook his head.

He is an extre player, known as the Glass Cannon.

While playing gas, all equipnt, all passive skills, all alchemical tools, etc., are all focused on magic enhancent, standing still to chant a very complex magic spell, releasing a world-destroying magic.

Any enemy hit by him would be severely damaged, and there’s even a possibility of instant kill for those of comparable strength.

As a price, his body is fragile, his lee abilities are almost zero, his movent speed is slow, and before he finishes casting a spell, anyone can interrupt him or even kill him.

He only pursues output, disregarding everything else, as long as he’s happy.

“I can feel the rampant use of magic, but we are getting farther away from it.” The Bunny-toothed Witch seed in a bad mood as she gently released the stone in her hand, making the stone spire instantly tilt, “A few years ago, magic was sacred.

We could use magic for divination, flying, or making crops grow faster.

Various great miracles were called magic.

But now, magic has beco a toy, a fireball to kill, a lousy thunderball.

No one cares about the essence of magic anymore, everyone just wants their magic to hurt more.”

She looked up: “Profound knowledge systems have turned into differently shaped hamrs, axes, crossbows, or other killing tools.”

Diao, the Dark Great Mage who was sealed, felt a bit embarrassed.

He always felt she was hinting at him.

“What’s worse is that everything is using magic.” The Bunny-toothed Witch continued, “Wolves by the roadside, abyss monsters, they use magic recklessly.

Their claws are already sharp enough, yet the world gave them a pair of magic claws.”

“So, how can I help?” he asked.

“Do you want to learn magic?” The Bunny-toothed Witch asked again, “To master higher-level magic.”

“Of course I do!” He nodded frantically.

“You can try, that gate might open for you.”

“What gate?”

“Sky Star Magic School, the most powerful magic school on this continent.”

The news was like a tornado; the undead have many things they can never hide, the first being the desire to share.

If they don’t share secrets or great moves, the joy is halved.

So undead started complaining.

“Mages are already strong in this version, why strengthen them further?”

As the guide, the Bunny-toothed Witch had already arrived at Sky Star Magic School with Lind.

“Was it always like this?” Lind asked.

They cautiously crossed Misty Rain City and reached the magic school that Lind had wanted to co to for several years.

It was filled with mystery then, and it still felt the sa now.

Taking this opportunity to get “The Furnace” and more magic knowledge from the school.

The knowledge might not be very useful to Lind, but he could sell it to the undead to help them fill their knowledge banks.

All undead are collectors who would want to learn new skills.

Ahead is a giant crater.

Seen from the sky, it looks like a circular hole dug into the ground, if you stand on the edge of the crater, there is an abyss before you, almost without a curve.

The crater is so big that it could swallow the territories of three noble lords in one go.

In the center of the crater, a magic castle hovers in the air.

Like a small shrimp in a whale’s open mouth, the difference is so huge that if not concentrating closely, one might overlook the “dust” floating above the crater.

“Of course not.” Mico shook her head.

She had walked on the castle walls and observed the outside before, it wasn’t at all like now.

Turning around to look at the surroundings, the environnt was equally dismal.

Vegetation had given up on growing, patches of trees rotted, their branches drooped lifelessly like shriveled squid tentacles.

The soil on the ground was loose but not like sand, with marshes carrying the aura of life corrosion scattered around.

The environnt inside was so bad that even new-era mutated creatures couldn’t survive.

Completely dead, no sign of life.

She said: “We can try to fly over.”

“Leave it to the undead.” Lind said, “The work of exploring the magic school doesn’t have to be done by ourselves.”

No matter how dull a person is, they must have noticed the difference in the magic school by now.

As a talent developnt center, it’s unbelievable that no strong individual erged after such a big incident, as if it was completely isolated.

Cannon fodder is always useful at such tis.

“Not everyone can enter the school.” Mico said, “One must have enough magic talent, and they are too few.”

Before, Lind had Mico fish for so undead outside, but as “side quests”, not many undead might be willing to co, yet Mico ntioned that entering the school required talent.

Only after she tested several undead did Lind understand what talent ant.

Simply put, you have to check the panel.

If the panel is not enough, drinking a magic potion to temporarily boost it or putting on magic equipnt could also work.

There are many ways to slip in; Mico clearly has the ability to test talent.

Her or any wizard’s understanding of magic in this world is above the undead.

The undead always pursue higher damage and more skill variety and rarely study the real usage of magic.

It’s not that they don’t want to, but it’s almost impossible.

Their innate text and language recognition ability allow them to convert everything into their native language, but whether it’s Chinese, Japanese, or English, none can chant magic spells properly.

Because chanting sounds like: “Give a fireball, big and round, spinning from left to right, the energy slowly condenses, gathering in my palm…”

If soone speaks with an accent, the chanting would sound even worse, like soone driving without a license.

Starting from scratch to study language and text for magic is sowhat viable.

If this ga lasts for a few more years, bored undead might actually do so, but definitely not now.

They haven’t yet explored all the current content.

Entering the Sky Star Magic School requires powerful strength or a sufficient number of magic talent qualifiers.

Such extrely rare undead are in the minority.

“Things won’t be as bad as you think.” Lind said.

He always maintained strong confidence in the undead.

With no level limits, the undead have long collectively ascended, playing the entire continent to destruction.

The Bunny-toothed Witch looked at him.

“What does the Crystal Mage say?” Lind changed the topic.

“He won’t be coming back here.”

If more Legendary Mages could help, things might improve, with the other side carefully explaining the internal situation of the Sky Star Magic School.

But having Mico is enough.

Soon, undead gathered, riding all sorts of mounts, so even using chanical transportation made by the chanical God Cult.

There were many flying demon beasts.

With the exploration of various continents, the undead discovered many hidden things in the world’s corners, like ruins, weapon equipnts, rare demon beasts, etc.

The enhanced gaplay is one of the reasons Lind is unsure if the Sky Star Magic School can attract the undead.

As a non-main quest, it may not offer rich rewards, and there are many fun activities everywhere, making it unnecessary to co here.

Unlike a real ga, in this world, one can discover unique “side quests” every second, endlessly.

If not for the Bunny-toothed Witch’s na, there might not be anyone coming.

Now, there are just a few hundred undead.

Soone tried to talk, and after realizing Lind and Mico ignored them, they imdiately changed their target.

Everyone showed their unique skills.

The undead flew towards Sky Star Magic School.