The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 117 - 117 108 Volcano Egg Tart

117: Chapter 108 Volcano Egg Tart 117: Chapter 108 Volcano Egg Tart A faint baby crying sound emerged from the paths within Dragon Tooth Mountain, unsettling the souls of all who heard it.

The Undead, who had successfully endured the volcanic crater and Bonfire Church, and had cultivated vast Calamity Shadow farms, suffered from this torturous sound.

The mysterious sound, with no discernible origin, assaulted everyone’s ears.

The enemy seemed as if it had completely vanished, rendering them as headless flies bumping around aimlessly.

Many of the Undead had already accumulated enough Points to exchange for the Wizard Path Magic Potion, with some having far more than needed, but their contribution levels were insufficient.

It was as though only VVVIP members were eligible to purchase.

Those who wanted to complain held their tongues as they saw the longing stares from other Undead.

As the recognized elites of “Doomsday Magic Ring” and loyal supporters of the Star Dragon Ridge faction, they felt they should be content.

It’s just about leveling up, isn’t it?

Bring it on; I’m ready to grind!

A green-haired Undead stopped in tracks, tilting an ear to listen to the baby cries echoing through the mountain paths.

“Keep moving forward!” another Undead said, “Just ignore it and keep going; they’ll surely jump out.”

If they don’t come out, all the better, for they would be able to explore a new map.

Pushing the frontiers was where the fun lay in gaming, seeing landscapes never before encountered.

The small team of Undead marched on in silence, their heavy iron-clad boots leading them deeper and deeper until the path suddenly narrowed before opening up again.

Even without going any further, it was evident that the path ahead was a dead end, given that carriages couldn’t pass through this point.

“Another dead end?”

The paths of Dragon Tooth Mountain, much like its name suggested, were like crisscrossing teeth.

Without a map to guide them, anyone was sure to get lost even if they had trodden the paths before.

“It should be here,” said one of the Undead, crouching down.

“Look, there’s a body.”

Hidden in a corner lay a nondescript corpse, decaying rapidly in the high-temperature environment.

A kind of toxic moss, impossible in the real world, clung to the body—something they had ignored due to its ubiquity.

The Undead who had just crouched down drew a short knife and gently prodded the body, almost as though lancing a boil.

The baby crying burst forth, right from the corpse!

“Damn it!” Everyone was startled by the shriek that was right in their ears, and they all retreated in unison.

Someone reacted quickly, lifting a hammer and bringing it down forcefully.

Stone chips flew and the body deflated with the blow, emitting a “pfft” sound.

The moss exploded, transforming into a cloud of powder that wafted through the air.

“Toxic!”

“Fall back!”

The group rapidly retreated, skillfully taking out healing potions to replenish their health.

Now that they understood the source of the baby crying, the question was, how to move forward?

The path was overrun with this stuff.

As a gust of wind brought more of the volcanic moss’s powder their way, it provoked a chorus of curses from the Undead.

It was a dead end, and their impetuous actions seemed to have angered the moss, as the crying of infants kept echoing through the paths of Dragon Tooth Mountain.

“Shall we ask Brother De for help?”

“Yeah, how about we hire the Volcano Monster Bird to fly us across?”

They always found cunning ways to cut corners: “Or we can have the Volcano Monster Bird drop us near a mountain, and we climb over.”

“Would The Officials really allow such a loophole?”

After a moment of silence, they all said in unison, “Yes!”

After all, they’re our sugar daddy!

Even they suspected that the members of the game development team were giving special treatment to Star Dragon Ridge, otherwise why would their requests always be satisfied so promptly?

Upon arriving at “Voldemort’s Little Shop,” everyone planned to first deal with the materials they had mined to exchange for money and points, and then proceed lightly armed.

A familiar face approached from the neighboring stall.

“Want something to eat?”

I announce you, Ou Haichen, the Undead from the Star Dragon Ridge tavern, had provided Lord Lind with a myriad of ways to earn Undead money through his business philosophy.

As for how much money he made…

it was all of it!

He always managed to come up with something and then empty the pockets of the Undead.

This place clearly was Dragon Tooth Mountain Road, an area filled with tension and the scent of death, yet the Undead had opened a tavern here, as lively as a market—only Undead would have such a strong heart to do so.

Farms near the Calamity Shadow Region produced a vast amount of spices; this was indeed a perfect choice for a shop location.

After countless deaths, a secret sauce, which was developed, went perfectly with lava-grilled cuisine, full of flavor.

Here, almost everything related to “grilled” foods could be tasted.

Eating replenished stamina, and constantly fighting monsters could also wear one out, so the tavern did great business, and this open space gradually became an interaction zone for the Undead.

“What’s new?”

“Volcano egg tarts!”

The egg tarts, the size of a fist and made using Volcano Monster Bird eggs, had to be baked in volcanic lava to cook thoroughly, as they naturally had strong resistance to flames.

Sniffing the scent of sulfur and egg tarts in the air, the group nodded.

The Green-haired Undead even specially added, “Load them up, and bring some skewers too.”

After all, they were from a nation of foodies; no matter how busy or tired they were from pioneering, they couldn’t forget to eat.

“Alright, just a moment please~”

Only then did the Undead turn their attention to ‘Voldemort’ Renzo.

The Undead were very adept at judging a book by its cover.

At that moment, behind Renzo were piled Volcano Monster Bird eggs, which weren’t carried over from the Bonfire Church’s volcanic magma platform.

After trying several times in vain, the Undead completely gave up on that method.

They found a more “reasonable” way, which was to let the Volcano Monster Birds lay the eggs themselves.

The Volcano Monster Birds, true to their Calamity monster nature, just needed enough energy to keep producing eggs nonstop; hence, there was a group of Undead exploiting a bug to farm eggs here.

After renting the Volcano Monster Birds, they were fed Calamity-type food; with enough energy, the birds began laying eggs.

They weren’t really normal creatures, so they didn’t exhibit normal biological logic.

Moreover, Calamities were things that expanded endlessly.

The specific process was: The Undead plant in Calamity farms → harvest materials → rent Volcano Monster Birds → feed them → collect eggs → sell for points → return to farming.

Every step of the cycle was exploited for gain.

“We would like to contact the Lord,” the Undead said to Renzo, “We’ve run into some trouble and hope to get the Lord’s assistance.”

With teams coming and going daily to transport Magic Potion and materials, the Undead knew that approaching Renzo directly for help was the best way.

Renzo looked up, “What’s the trouble?”

“There’s a type of toxic moss blocking our way.”

“I can help,” Renzo kept in mind what Lind had said before, and he didn’t want to bother the Lord with such a trivial matter: “But you’ll need to pay a certain amount of points.”

However, to the Undead, this comment took on a different meaning: “Vocal!

Can points directly hire Daddy?”

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