The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 132 - 132 122 The Pleated Skirt Must Have Attributes

132: Chapter 122: The Pleated Skirt Must Have Attributes 132: Chapter 122: The Pleated Skirt Must Have Attributes Rand Kingdom Year 122, three years after the Ring of Magic shattered

End of January.

Two months had passed since the Undead had arrived.

Star Dragon Ridge was quiet, and Holy Water Town was likewise silent.

The Undead gathered at the “Former Territory Lookout,” formerly known as the “Bandit Camp,” just outside Holy Water Town.

Today, 60 Undead captives would join Lind’s Star Dragon Ridge outpost; the newly resurrected old Undead hadn’t even had time to earn points to exchange for Magic Potion before they rushed over.

The Undead crowded in the cage chatted leisurely with their arms folded, without jostling or fighting.

In contrast, the Undead outside, who had been ordered by Lind to guard the captives, were bowing and scraping, their faces full of smiles.

This bizarre scene could only be witnessed here.

“Any elder brothers need an invitation code?

I’m super efficient at farming; I guarantee you Magic Potions through Two-Headed People within three days, and a Cursing Wizard within a week!”

“Sister leading a team, rest assured++++, with cute outfits, high farming efficiency, and equipment to give away.”

“Watch movies+VXXXXXX”

“Any sisters around?

Any sisters?

Offering equipment, decoration, only playing online games, no offline involvement.”

“Five-person team, 1=4, I play as Two-Headed People, I don’t steal experience or points!

I’ll absorb the damage for you!”

Noisy, a devilish dance.

The root cause of this phenomenon was the “invitation code” mechanism Lind had introduced; captives could directly surrender and swear allegiance to Star Dragon Ridge, join the camp, and during this process, they could enter another Undead’s number—which was the “invitation code.” The process wouldn’t change much, but the Undead whose number was entered, the “invitation code,” could receive a substantial points reward.

Earning points was hard now, required grinding, so inviting captive elder brothers to use one’s own invitation code was essential, essentially free money.

The captive Undead also benefited; they could quickly receive help from older, more powerful Undead, boosting their own strength faster, grinding points quicker, and assisting Lind in building a better territory sooner.

There were also tycoons waving their cash around; spending real money was still effective.

In Lind’s view, wealthy players were very important.

Although “Doomsday Magic Ring” had no pay-to-win feature, as long as the Undead had the mindset to spend, he could handle the rest.

Either grind or spend; otherwise, why should you become one of my Star Dragon Ridge nobles?

Lance approached Lind, hesitating several times as if wanting to speak.

“Those are the operational characteristics of the Undead,” Lind didn’t try to make Lance understand the Undead because, apart from himself, no one in this world could comprehend them, even if the Undead explained all their secrets in detail.

The people of the Magic World could not understand what an online game was, what a game experience was, or what ‘cutting leeks’ meant.

Even if they forcibly tried to understand, they wouldn’t know how to operate it.

He had already securely taken in 60 new Undead.

Now, what was more important was to stabilize the minds of Lance and others until the appearance of the new ‘Old Nobility.’ Their loyalty could be absolutely trusted.

An aggressive attitude was crucial.

Lind was planning to conquer Leon Territory, and the second army of 90 people was his reliance.

Of course, once 120 Undead were fully developed, they would be even more formidable.

“The rebellious tendrils have already reached places we still can’t touch.

Those who were once guided and cared for by the gods now only think of usurping the gods’ power, calling us the Old Nobility, considering us remnants of an old age,” Lind tapped the map, “They think wiping us out will bring stability, forgetting that the surging Calamity is the source of chaos.

They are trying to mold us into villains in the eyes of the Undead.”

“Sir, are the Undead truly that important?” both Lance and Bard showed their puzzlement.

“Immortal, fearless, and able to rapidly increase in strength,” Lind pointed at the Undead outside and said, “Do you believe they could all advance to Great Knights or Wizards within half a month?”

The two exchanged glances, seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes.

120 Great Knights, or 120 Wizards—the sheer thought of it would make them shudder, even as themselves.

Maybe not enough to handle the heroes of the New Nobility of Leon Territory, but definitely a force that could not be ignored.

But this was also not enough.

120 Great Knights couldn’t turn the tide of a major battle; at most, they could last a bit longer in combat.

“What if I told you that there are currently thousands of these Undead, and there will later appear tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even several hundreds of thousands?”

“This!” Both were utterly astonished.

This was no longer about the strength of a force, but an unmistakable power!

“Now, Leon Territory has already started to actively approach them, even attracting a group of Undead,” Lind said, “Our time is running out.”

If tens or hundreds of thousands of Great Knights were to swarm towards him, that thought made both of them shudder.

No, they absolutely couldn’t let Leon Territory succeed!

This was aiding the enemy.

Yet Lind changed the topic abruptly, no longer discussing the Undead: “Now I too don’t believe in gods, but not like the rebels who don’t believe in their existence; rather, I don’t believe they still remember us.

All we can rely on now is ourselves.

To crush the so-called New Nobility, even if we, these remnants of the old era, die along the way, our glory and will can become immortal.”

“They will suffer greatly and then realize they have troubled the wrong person,” Lance responded with irony, “Hopefully, one day they’ll understand that nobility comes from lineage, not from a thief who thinks the stolen goods truly belong to them after a theft.”

“I sympathize with their ignorance,” he said, “so we must awaken them with harsh realities.

If they cannot be awoken, then let their lives hasten to their end.”

Discussing the punishment methods for the New Nobility felt like making a fierce declaration before a battle, serving to energize and inspire.

Kill the New Nobility, seize the Undead.

The final tone of the discussion was thus settled.

As a devoted NPC guardian, Lind took improving his NPC’s attitudes towards the Undead seriously—he needed them to cooperate for mutual benefit.

“Where nearby is still affected by Calamity?” Lind inquired.

Dragon Tooth Mountain was too far; although cultivation there had not yet ended, Lind did not want the Undead to go such a distance; he needed them to join him in the next siege.

Because he had already determined the approximate location of Harbor Village, taking immediate action was essential.

However, before that, he needed to let the Undead expend some of their energy…

The two hundred mouths at Holy Water Town also needed feeding.

It was time to plant!

“Only a few areas,” Lance replied, “with Dog-mouthed people, though not many.”

With their presence, the surrounding Calamity had almost been cleared.

“Dog-mouthed people?”

Lind knew little about this type of Calamity monster.

Before he crossed over, even though he had been a rather brave soldier, he had only thought about enduring hardship and never ventured out to explore on his own.

“Not very strong,” Lance roughly said, “like hyenas, with a keen sense of smell.”

They were unsuitable for a mass campaign by the Undead—insufficient in number and too elusive, wasting the Undead’s time was delaying Lind’s own interests.

Next, they discussed the disposition of NPCs in Holy Water Town, relocating everyone to Prey Town seemed a good choice given its ample food supply.

Or they could consider rebuilding a town around Star Dragon Ridge.

However, the most rational direction for development was to branch out from west of Red Dragon Foothills, either from the Trishula Junction, known for its connectivity, or from a watchtower in the Former Territory as a base to build a town.

Convenient transportation, allowing for rapid access to every Newbie Village.

With that said, directly conquering the Leon Territory and claiming it as his own was actually more fitting.

“Let’s move everyone to Prey Town for now; it’s safe enough, has ample food, and we can also build several production lines around the needs,” he decided.

Even if Lind conquered Leon Territory, it would still seem remote compared to Golden City Goliath.

Thus, prioritizing convenience was best, and later, when resources and time were sufficient, consider building a large residential town.

Then they discussed the Magic Potion recipes of Lance and Bard.

The old military doctor’s brewed Magic Potion could not be said to be successful; it was just that Lance and Bard had good luck.

Perhaps they would have succeeded just as well by directly consuming the Heart of Calamity.

After the discussion, Bard couldn’t help but approach Lind: “Sir, did you truly kill a dragon?”

“To be precise, an Earth Dragon,” Lind emphasized, “with a long mouth, very short legs, a thick tail, and no wings.

I don’t think it should even be called a dragon.”

That was just an oversized crocodile!

“As long as it has a hint of dragon’s aura, it’s fine!” Bard said, rubbing his hands like a fly and looking at Lind with a pleading face: “Do you still have the dragon skin?

I might be able to craft a set of dragon skin Armor for you.”

Lind suddenly recalled the magnificent armor once worn by the great Prince.

Although the things Bard crafted were always quite average in defensive power and practicality, it was hard to find anyone in the entire Rand Kingdom who could make armor more aesthetically pleasing than his.

“Agreed!” Lind nodded, “You can have it all with no problem.”

He looked down at Bard and suddenly asked, “Bard, can you make some pretty trinkets?

Oh, and design some clothes too.”

“Trinkets?

Clothes?” Bard was perplexed; he was an Armorer, not a tailor.

But he would comply with the Lord’s command.

Still, when he saw the lord sketch out a very short skirt, Bard couldn’t help but ask, “This is…?”

“A pleated skirt,” he cleared his throat, “can you make one with attribute enhancements?”

A pleated skirt with attributes, that would be a killer feature!

The less one wore, the higher the defense—such was the true logic of the game.

“I can,” Bard nodded.

The less one wore, the higher the defense—Lind thought that a pleated skirt crafted by the Dragon Skin Armorer, balancing defense and beauty, would definitely become very popular.

Although the Undead had earned many Points this time, and they were about to attack new Newbie Villages to earn even more Points, Lind still had to spend all the Points to prevent anyone from resting on their laurels.

He really despised people without ambition.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.