The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 857: 592: An Official Apology Letter and the New "Cl

Chapter 857: Chapter 592: An Official Apology Letter and the New “Closed Beta”_2

“Are we to start the counterattack?” asked Mrs. Dai Juying.

“Of course not. We’re still too weak.”

Neither the powerful bone body of His Excellency Jawbone nor the combat strength of other formidable ones, including the individual fighting power of the invaders’ army, are sothing the current undead can challenge.

“But we can hit and run.”

Mobilizing an army of millions, no matter which faction does it, creates headaches. Army funds, food, energy consumption, etc., even if the average combat power of the undead has reached the heroic rank and they can co through the teleportation gates, doesn’t an the cost is reduced.

On the contrary, the cost keeps escalating.

Mobilizing a heroic rank powerhouse requires paying a significant price.

Of course, Lind did pay a price, but it was far smaller than expected. He only took out millions of chests, making the cost to pay millions of undead to fight for him seem like a drop in the ocean.

“How did you do it?” Mico asked, “They no longer co just by calling.”

As soone who first contacted the undead, Mico knew very well how easy it was to trick them in the beginning, giving them any random thing and they would eagerly follow. But now that they have grown stronger and seen more, they have beco picky; random rewards can no longer attract their interest.

“I never expected so many of them to co.” Lind said.

“You didn’t expect it?”

“I thought at most ten or a few hundred thousand.”

Lind nodded, assuring that he was absolutely not lying.

The letter he sent rely cleverly imitated an “official website” apology letter style.

Basic gaming company operation, apology letter plus compensation, most players, except a small fraction, don’t know where the bug is or what happened, as long as there are rewards, they’ll claim it.

His divine authority could mostly cover the Magic Land; traversing continents was hard and not worthwhile.

It surprised him that his posted content simultaneously appeared on the “official website” announcent.

“Am I the spokesperson for the official website now?”

He didn’t control the official website or have contact with them but clearly, they had seen him and even leaned towards a direction Lind initially didn’t want to develop.

It felt like they were making him an official wild boss.

The difference was, he wasn’t dumbed down by the official website, rather, the other side was deliberately learning from him.

Is the official website trustworthy? Based on Lind’s deep understanding of the undead, it was trustworthy. Cooperation could lead to a better future, together fending off external invasions; the “official website” issuing announcents for Lind had similar intent now.

However, from a native perspective, the “official website” seed like a ticking ti bomb, coercively recruiting and brainwashing so people, it wasn’t their first ti. Lind kept his distance for this exact reason; he feared becoming a fool NPC maintaining the undead, simply issuing tasks to the undead, saying good good good.

The “goodwill” revealed by the other side might not actually be goodwill; Lind remained vigilant.

An official website update notice’s impact was far greater than Lind’s posts. No matter how powerful his identity, be it the true lord of Magic Land, the dominus of the universe, or an invincible powerhouse, in the eyes of the undead, he was just an NPC, no different from the roadside NPC with perfectly good legs requiring soone to relay ssages.

Not binding with the official website to beco one of its subordinates.

Watching the noisy undead receiving compensation chests, Lind expedited the deities’ assembly line work.

Including the blessings of the deities, various alchemical tools from the chanical believers already on the line, and even the works of magic potion pharmacists gathered from main cities.

Whether defective or not, all were stuffed in to make up the numbers.

Millions of compensation chests would slash Lind’s main artery.

But as long as hundreds of thousands of undead chose to venture into the “Cursed Land (Beta Playtesting)” new map and caused so disturbance, Lind could recoup the losses.

Weapon wear, equipnt repair and creation, magic potion consumption… and the resulting mining, magic potion planting, slting, forging and so on—a war would bring Lind significant economic benefits, along with another plane’s harvests brought back by the undead like a locust plague.

Guaranteed profit.

Intense wars would quickly deplete the resources of the continent under Lind’s control, making new continent developnt urgent.

…

Moon Slash Blade squeezed out of the crowd with a chest in his arms.

“Just like a zombie outbreak.” He complained, looking at his friend.

Black Tortoise Shield, clad in heavy armor with only his face visible, was holding a chest with one hand, like grasping a toy box, while beside him Dragon Scale Sword looked pitifully helpless.

“Let’s go, open the chests.”

“Actually, the distribution speed is quite fast. If everyone lines up, it’ll be quick.”

“That’s tough. Even for free eggs, no one loves to queue; everyone believes in fast hands over slow hands.”

“Hey, Vortex Mouth, what a coincidence?” eting a friend, they greeted.

Vortex Mouth, holding a chest, ca over, saying to passersby: “Excuse , thank you!”

“Are you going to the beta map?” Vortex Mouth asked.

“Surely going.” Moon Slash Blade nodded. The other two didn’t speak but also nodded.

No hesitation needed; it was a one-ti playtest, limited-ti, beta map—so many enticents all together were making them itch.

Main quests could wait.

“How about teaming up?” Moon Slash Blade invited.

“Haha, I was actually wanting to join a random team. If you guys want , that’d be aweso, I could piggyback.”

“No way, you’re the real MVP.”

They left laughing, opening the chests outside, the rewards were abundant, various kinds and aplenty, feeling it worthwhile but unable to pinpoint the true value.

Choosing a match.

Lind’s voice echoed in the ears.

“A planar vortex has appeared at the Sky Star Magic School, invaders from a different plane have discovered us. We must do everything we can to stop their invasion, again and again, to prevent the Curse Shadow from engulfing our peaceful world.”

Dragon Scale Sword scoffed: “How is it peaceful? We’ve been fighting constantly.”

Understanding the story’s background a bit would reveal that before the undead appeared, while each continent had wars, their scale was small since the survivors on the three Newbie Village continents were few.

After the undead appeared, the death toll surged, surpassing centuries’ worth in a few years, causing unprecedented ground and terrain destruction.

“It was pretty peaceful.” Moon Slash Blade said, “We built many public facilities, almost wiping out calamities.”

“Indeed.”

Without fighting deities or killing Ring Knights, most undead had to prey on calamities, but the quantity and quality of calamities couldn’t compare to the undead, illustrating a peculiar scene of more wolves than at, a powerful wild boss’s respawn would attract a group of howling people.

“Match successful.”

The scenery changed before their eyes.

They successfully matched with 4 invaders.

Lind’s voice hadn’t faded, he continued: “A worse situation has arisen, we have undead lost in a different plane, and discovered material plane humans there, perhaps not the sa continent, but we have common human ancestors. Rescue the humans trapped in the different plane.”

“Undead, kill the invaders, then seize their open teleportation gate to infiltrate the Cursed Land, that is our only chance.”

Lind’s voice finally faded.

“Seems like the main quest.” Black Tortoise Shield remarked, “Rescue the wizards stranded in the Cursed Land.”

“Red spirit invaders have spawned ahead.”

The four invaders appeared, showing joy.

Such easy invasion without any casualties.

But their smiles quickly vanished.

“Attack!”

Black Tortoise Shield charged forward, his body like a heavy wall pushing through a storm.

The invaders instinctively scattered but were pulled back together by the imnse suction from the shield, forced to take a hit.

A simple massacre, the four enemies didn’t react before being easily overrun.

Vortex Mouth, raising his magic wand, sighed: “I don’t even need to act. Piggybacking feels aweso.”

The teleportation gate was stable, waiting for them to jump in.

“Let’s go.”