The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 110 - 110 101 Reclamation

110: Chapter 101 Reclamation 110: Chapter 101 Reclamation “Let’s stop here,”

Lind looked around, Undead hurriedly passed by, they greeted Lind and his companions with a nod and hurried away.

A temporary tent allowed Renzo to rest here temporarily.

Food was not a concern, which made one wonder if Renzo had already transcended basic material needs, his main sustenance perhaps being the madness and nightmares of humans, not to mention the Tooth Fairy he might suddenly seize from beneath a pillow.

Given Renzo’s gaunt appearance, even if one day he suddenly picked up a small stick, cackled maniacally, and shouted “Avada Kedavra,” it wouldn’t seem out of place at all.

In fact, some Undead had already tried it, but unfortunately, Renzo remained silent.

“Every item has a price tag,” Lind didn’t fuss over Renzo too much, but instead, he began to talk about other matters.

His voice was deep, like a powerful force ready to erupt, like the draw of a full moon’s bowstring, yet his tone was gentle and without aggression, “We will return to Goliath, but the situation may differ from what you imagined.”

Ever since it was confirmed that he was the only “Old Nobility,” a sense of solitude took root in Lind’s heart, branded as a remnant of the past, an identity gap that was impossible to bridge.

He had greater talent and strength, but he was also the target of all New Nobility.

Thus, Lind was constantly thinking about what he could do.

The new era was unstoppable, and even without the participation of the Undead, the replacement of the Old Nobility by the New had become inevitable.

Bound by his identity, Lind had no choice but to stand on the side of the old powers, to use himself to stem the tide of the new.

He was unwilling to sit still and wait for death, so he had to prepare for everything.

The best choice might be to rally the forces once loyal to the Old Nobility while the apocalypse had not been too long ago.

Perhaps a very small portion still cherished the old faith.

“I understand what you mean,” Renzo raised his head and replied calmly.

“That’s why I never demanded that you must do anything, and I don’t wish to coax someone into risking their life for me, but perhaps I am the last one not insane,” Lind trusted Mico’s words completely because she was not from Goliath but from a region even more powerful.

Even though the Rand Kingdom was already large, it still was nothing compared to the rest of the continent.

In the Magic Land beyond the Rand Kingdom, there was a broader perspective after all, it lies right next to the gateway to the Divine Realm, knowing far more than a “country bumpkin” like himself.

“I understand, my lord,” Renzo’s tone was always calm.

Lind watched the Soldiers setting up tents and arranging Magic Potions.

Their conversation also came to an abrupt halt, the silence settling down.

“You are very strong, Renzo, capable of enduring loneliness, able to withstand madness,” after a while, Lind spoke again, “Fight for me.”

Renzo looked up at Lind, his lean face under the cloak was expressionless, then he lowered his head, “I have always fought for you.”

From today onwards, the outpost force at Star Dragon Ridge will feature a new NPC.

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Starting anew, one of the Undead’s favorite activities.

On this path, one could encounter many new things; the joy of exploration came from this.

There was a winding, zigzagging road leading up from the base of a volcano, so narrow that two people couldn’t walk side by side, and the journey was so long that many preferred climbing up the mountain to descending it.

“Once I got up here, I decided to nail myself in place; even in death, I wouldn’t go back down!”

It wasn’t just about refusing to go down, but some actually fell into the Abyss after taking a wrong step on their way down.

After several days of progress, they had approached the crater of the volcano.

The environment here was extremely harsh.

Even if the Undead turned their senses off completely, opting to trade a floating sensation in their brains for the lightness of travel, seeing the various debuffs hanging on their bodies still put them in a terrible mood.

It was too hot, hot enough to make one bleed.

The Romantic Bumbler shook her hair; she was just a bit short of being able to exchange for a portion of “Sorcery Wizard” Magic Potion.

The reason she suddenly surpassed the other 59 people and earned a mass of points was that she had discovered several rare Magic Potion ingredients.

She just wanted to taste and see if there were any edible things in the new map, and unexpectedly, “Divine Bumbler Tastes a Hundred Meals” allowed her to miraculously use her mouth to discover quite a few good things.

Luck lords don’t need to grind; the unlucky ones are all about grinding, but in the end, it’s always the luck lords who win.

Last time, the taste of roasted Earth Dragon meat lingered with her for days, but it was a pity that later on, that meat needed to be bought with money, and the flavor was greatly reduced after being made into jerky.

It was like chewing on a slipper.

When she maxed out her taste, a similar plastic-like stench caused her great psychological Shadow.

People are different.

She detested flavors she didn’t want to eat, yet it became the best food in the eyes of other Undead.

Just a small piece of Earth Dragon jerky could replenish one’s strength, relieve hunger and fatigue, and its small size meant it could be easily stuffed into a bag and hung on the waist without taking up any space.

Internally complaining that the jerky was practically inedible for humans, the Romantic Bumbler finally passed through the difficult mountain road and arrived at the volcano’s mouth.

Ahead was a circular crater, with hot air spewing out at intervals.

Slanted blasts of hot air over her head, the scorching air filled with a thick sulfur smell, and large amounts of dust would cover one’s hair and clothes with a layer in the shortest time.

The Romantic Bumbler sighed in relief, reluctantly taking out a piece of jerky to replenish her energy, finding that even someone who loved to eat as much as she had to shut off all senses and chew mechanically.

There were still portions of Undead ahead exploring.

The volcano’s circumferential flat top was wide enough for a dozen chariots to pass through side by side.

While the area was vast and visible at a glance, it seemed unlikely that there was anything on the road ahead.

What they wanted could only be inside the crater.

Approaching the edge and looking down could instantly strip away a person’s consciousness if they had acrophobia.

Even knowing it was not real, looking down from a height that would take a whole day to climb, that sense of vertigo was definitely not something the average person could handle.

“Wow woo~” an Undead cupped their hands to their mouth like a megaphone and shouted.

It seemed that quite a few people were accepting the challenge.

The Romantic Bumbler looked down at the inside of the volcano’s mouth, noticing a clear mountain path, suggesting that their real target might be inside the volcano.

One false step could plunge into the volcanic magma.

The perilous, low margin for error made the Undead curse under their breath, yet nearly everyone chose to take this path downward.

The Romantic Bumbler bent over, ensuring each step landed on the firmest rock, suddenly wondering why there were no ropes; it might have been more convenient if there had been.

But then she thought of another scenario, with such high temperatures, would the rope catch fire?

Better to rely on oneself.

A sudden pitter-patter sound came from below, carrying a woman’s mournful voice.

When the source got closer, the flapping sound immediately became a heavy hammer striking everyone’s hearts, ringing in everyone’s ears.

“Something that can fly is approaching!” someone shouted.

Being approached by flying creatures on the perilous narrow mountain path meant everyone knew what was coming next.

The next moment.

“Ahh—!” an Undead was snatched away and flew off the mountain path, turning into a black line plunging towards the volcanic magma.

Someone shouted, and everyone immediately reacted, scrambling upwards.

“Run!”

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