The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 134 - 134 124 'New Nobility' Undead

134: Chapter 124 ‘New Nobility’ Undead 134: Chapter 124 ‘New Nobility’ Undead Lind held a gold pendant the size of a thumb in his palm, with the shape of a Volcano Monster Bird carved by an artisan.

“Not bad at all”

He nodded in satisfaction.

Purely in terms of craftsmanship, it couldn’t match machine-made perfection and had some flaws, but it was these handcrafted imperfections that made the pendant uniquely valuable.

The Undead could perhaps manufacture their own, but those were considered “unofficial”; everyone wanted the official genuine versions, and by happy coincidence, Lind was that official—all the items he produced were attributed to Star Dragon Ridge.

He had read about this in a post before.

Even a bowl would be marked [A bowl from Star Dragon Ridge, looks no different].

Beyond that, many other items were laid out before Lind.

For instance, pleated skirts, black cloaks, long leather boots, bird-beak masks.

They might not fit the setting of this world, but by adding the word “collaboration,” there was no problem at all.

Surely no Undead could resist the appeal of donning a pretty skirt, wrapping themselves in a fitted black cloak, wearing long boots, and putting on a bird-beak mask.

Elegance!

Lind also experienced the minute attribute enhancements from the items, including speed and strength boosts, as well as resistances.

Most of the materials had come from the Undead farming and resulting drops from fighting the Calamity Shadow.

There were also trap items, these little gadgets could aid in battle, especially timed traps.

If used well, they could mislead even small bosses above level 11.

Gaming was about exploiting every possible advantage; the ‘no items’ playstyle was not applicable in Doomsday Magic Ring, as the game was too realistic.

And Lind had grasped this point, hoping that consumable items would gradually become the main trend among the Undead, nurturing their consumption habits.

“Let’s put up a batch for sale first, and see the response.”

Currently, the watchtower in the Former Territory was a gathering spot for the Undead, who would occasionally return to Holy Water Town to rest.

New equipment available for exchange with points immediately ignited the Undead’s enthusiasm for new outfits.

When several Undead dressed as Harry Potter appeared, Lind knew that his collaboration had made a significant impact.

Defensive power was important to Wizards but not to players.

It wasn’t the early days of venturing into new domains; they could always change clothes later, but for now, they needed to look cool!

Lind even decided to replicate the costumes of all the popular characters in the future, adding special effects to each.

A bit of sparkle was just right, and if he could, he would attach a pair of big wings too.

Most of the Undead had a collector’s attribute, like the small pendants specially produced by Lind, including “Volcano Monster Bird egg,” “Two-Headed People,” “Blood Lambs,” “Magic Potion Bottle,” “Earth Dragon,” “Lady Serene,” “Carrion Queen,” and so on.

All had merchandise made and, due to their low prices, were quickly sold out.

What truly surprised Lind, yet also seemed reasonable, was that the skirts really sold the fastest.

Among the 120 Undead, the ratio of male to female characters was roughly 3:2, but over a hundred skirts sold out completely, while trousers were slower to move.

As Lind looked at the Undead parading beneath their robes in eye-watering short skirts, his feelings were mixed; he wasn’t sure if what he was doing was right.

Besides, more than thirty Hearts of Calamity were being boiled by Miss Miko into Magic Potions, and in a day or two, Lind would have over thirty more Great Knights under his command.

In the future, having Great Knights at his disposal would be considered standard.

…

In the eastern part of Leon Territory, Persimmon Town.

The Persimmon Creek, fed from the north since the onset of winter, still surged furiously, its frothing like hundreds of white steeds galloping.

The rumbling sound of the water was overwhelming, and mist filled the air.

This was yet another Newbie Village where the majority of the Undead faced a common dilemma upon arrival, an enemy that they were absolutely unable to overcome, binding them completely.

For example, there were the second legion’s infantry outside Holy Water Town.

For example, there were Earth Dragons and Calamity on the Dragon Tooth Mountain path outside Prey Town.

For example, there was Calamity outside Harbor Village.

And in front of Persimmon Town, there was the territory of the Lizard People.

The Lizard People with scales as thick as iron stone wrapped around their backs swayed their tails as they roamed the paths.

They were very numerous, cunning with a penchant for stealth attacks, and their territory was vast.

The two level 12 NPCs of Persimmon Town couldn’t effectively combat them.

The totally trapped Undead could only “wait for the plot to unfold,” hoping someone would come to help clear the way.

Even better, they hoped it would be Lind leading the troops.

Invitation codes for Star Dragon Ridge had already sold at high prices offline, hundreds or even thousands!

Particularly as Lind’s faction kept introducing new items, like today’s sudden launch of various official collaboration collectibles, especially the clothes styled after Harry Potter—absolutely drool-worthy.

The best part was for those Undead who had crafted their faces to resemble the popular character of Harry Potter—slipping into the small clothes and casting a Fireball spell made them supremely excited.

Truly favoritism akin to a favorite son.

Some have already pleaded for collaborations with Wizard and Dark Souls games, their petitions posted on the official website had been seen by a certain NPC Lord, and touched considerately chose to refuse.

They must be left craving, and even spending points directly felt too easy.

No one knew what dastardly schemes the forthright NPC Lord was concocting to drain all their Points, and others merely envied the lifestyle of the privileged elite.

Fishing was one of the few tasks available to the Undead of Persimmon Town, and the Calamity fish, which looked as if it could juice a person, was considered a rare ingredient.

The 60 Undead staying in Persimmon Town had an even harder time than those in other Newbie Villages because the area was truly desolate.

Only a handful of people had reached the max level, probably related to the fact that only a group of less dedicated casual players gathered here.

If they couldn’t break out, they wouldn’t—if it were Lind or anyone else, the plot would inevitably progress.

The treatment of the Undead in Persimmon Town wasn’t great, but as long as you acted normal, you could avoid discrimination.

Luckily, the mayor protected the Undead single-handedly, allowing them to settle into life in Persimmon Town.

The Undead sharpening his sabre suddenly looked up—there was a huge commotion at the door.

“They’re here!

They’ve come!” An Undead shouted excitedly, running to spread the news as if he had just struck it rich, his manic enthusiasm raising concerns that he might suddenly collapse frothing at the mouth.

“NPCs are coming!

We’re heading for the Main City!”

Finally, someone managed to get the words out.

The Undead swiftly gathered together, soon sniffing a strong and familiar scent—the stench of lizardmen.

Severing their tails released a distinctive odor that evoked memories of the Undead being brutally murdered.

For the vast majority of Undead, these were not pleasant recollections.

Carrying a piece of lizard meat, Mico noted its vitality and chewiness; simply searing it in its own thick layer of fat would spark flames with a “sizzle,” and it would taste free of any sour stench.

You had to eat the flesh of lizardmen quickly; meat without “death” would continue to wriggle even after cooking, and once in your mouth, it felt like tiny lizardmen struggling, their bursting juices irresistible.

Looking at the low city wall before her, she recalled the orders of Lord Leon.

Lord Leon had heard the “primal” voice and had arranged for her and five others to head to surrounding towns.

The details from Lord Leon were vague, just telling them to conquer the towns.

Mico had casually chosen Persimmon Town in the east, unaware of what awaited her.

Her waist-mounted, exquisite crossbows lightly swayed with her catlike steps forward, clacking against her thigh armor with a “pat-pat” sound.

As a crowd suddenly squeezed through to her, Mico was somewhat bemused.

‘Hunter’ Mico.

Strength, Upper Rank.

Her two agile crossbows were her primary weapons, and her nimble figure ensured that no prey could escape her hunt.

She had thought of using threats and temptations to tell these people that the powerful Lord Leon had set his eyes on their rundown, desolate towns, and if they didn’t want to die, they’d better swear allegiance quickly.

But everything developed beyond her imagination.

“Are you from the Leon Territory?” someone asked loudly.

“Yes!” Mico felt it necessary to showcase her strength, but the attitude of the crowd before her left her unsure how to proceed.

It was no surprise they knew about the Leon Territory; ever since Lord Leon’s title of ‘New Nobility’ emerged, everyone in the area had become more or less aware of the Leon Territory.

New Nobility represented a new order.

“We want to join the Leon Territory!”

“Take us with you, please!”

“You’ve finally arrived!”

“Master, I am the special envoy appointed by the Goddess of Mercy to fetch the sutras of the West~”

The scene was in total disarray.

Mico was flabbergasted.

Her fierce appearance, with upturned eyes and a scar near her eye, kept many men at bay, even though her figure was voluptuous.

There were those who had made passes at her before, but they all permanently clammed up after getting a deep kiss from her crossbow bolt right between the eyes.

Yet today, Mico experienced once again the feeling of being surrounded by a mouthy crowd.

Her crossbow bolts showed no mercy, but when she saw the jerk who had been shot through the head stand before her again as a pile of ash reformed after a short while, Mico faintly felt she might have grasped the crux of the problem.

This was a band of Undead.

They also claimed to be Undead.

“You, come back with me to the Leon Territory!” Mico believed she had understood Lord Leon’s true intentions.

With Mico escorting them, the 60 Undead, although chattering annoyingly, did not stray and were all obedient.

…

Lind Armand frowned.

He had noticed the posts by the Undead of Persimmon Town as soon as they were made, but he was too late.

The Storm Wizard from Harbor Village hadn’t made any moves yet, and Lind was already preparing to send his own NPCs and the Undead to attack Harbor Village.

Even if they did set out, he could intercept them on the way.

As long as he held the Trident Crossroads.

But where was Persimmon Town exactly?

He couldn’t possibly lead a group to the gates of the Leon Territory to block the way; that would be tantamount to seeking death.

He could only roughly guess that Persimmon Town was too small to be marked on the map.

After the Doomsday, the old towns had been abandoned, and new settlements had sprung up with renewed vitality; any developments were normal.

The first batch of Undead had indeed joined an opposing force.

Lind’s fingers tapped lightly on the table, his thoughts unfolding.

He was well aware that this was something he could not avoid, no matter what; even if he offered the best treatment, it would be futile, as the Undead were inherently curious.

“Instead of hoping that Lord Leon’s New Nobility is wary of the Undead and causes trouble for them, I should quicken my own strength advancement.”

Harbor Village must be taken immediately.

He just needed a good pretext.

Lind wanted to ensure he remained the upright figure, never the aggressor.

We are the ones counterattacking passively.

I, Lind Armand, am aggrieved.