The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 136 - 136 126 Does This NPC Still Need Our Protection

136: Chapter 126: Does This NPC Still Need Our Protection?

136: Chapter 126: Does This NPC Still Need Our Protection?

The escort team assembled quickly, with 20 spots available on a first-come, first-serve basis, all occupied by curse wizards dressed in light attire.

Starting from the lookout tower in the Former Territory, they headed north, returning to the Trident Crossroads without encountering anything, as this area had been entirely cleared by Lance and his companions.

Taking the southwest road, the 24-person march moved swiftly and was almost entirely void of conversation.

Although the spirits of the Undead were high, the four NPCs remained calmer, keeping Lord Lind’s command in mind.

Reclaim!

Lind’s words still echoed in their ears: “Now, Harbor Village is devoid of strong forces, at most a High-ranking Wizard and a Great Knight along with a Wizard.

If we do not seize this opportunity to take over Harbor Village, the New Nobility will make their move.

This is not just for the sake of the Undead, but also to preemptively deal with that High-ranking Wizard.”

Any mention of the New Nobility immediately turned the atmosphere solemn.

Lance and the other two soldiers from Goliath, naturally ingrained with adoration for the Old Nobility and disdain for the New Nobility, went without saying.

Renzo, a staunch supporter of the Old Nobility, was also one of Lind’s loyal subordinates.

It was precisely because they had seen the content of the Undead’s gameplay on the official forum and witnessed the combat power demonstrated by the High-ranking Wizard after chanting and releasing the terrifying storm that Lind gave this matter such importance.

Among his subordinates were now two wizards; the Bunny-toothed Witch was a High-ranking Wizard, but Mico was not adept at combat, his skills limited to Moonlight Enchantment, specializing in brewing various Magic Potions.

The other regular Wizard, Perfumer Brittany, had worse combat capabilities than the Bunny-toothed Witch.

At least the Bunny-toothed Witch’s enchantments could imbue weapons with the attributes of the moon and also add beneficial buffs, completely competent in support.

They had not fought together since advancing to the Upper Rank, but their skills were bound to be more effective.

As for Brittany, the Perfumer… also fell under the Magic Potion utilization school, yet all her potions created illusions with no lethal power, unless she planned to scare people to death.

Both were not combat-oriented Wizards, something that led Lind to continuously overlook the Wizards’ combat capabilities.

In contrast, the Great Knight needed no further mention, having been labeled ‘official darling’ by the Undead, with Lance, Lady Serene, the Two-Headed People, Bard, and others being variations of the Great Knight class, all extensions from the main branch showing considerable combat prowess.

Four NPCs along with 20 curse wizards, breaching Harbor Village would not be difficult, and Lind had not instructed them to attack proactively, but rather passively breach it.

Lance was able to execute Lind’s command precisely, as a former Divine Archer of Rand Kingdom who occasionally had opportunities to participate in war council, figuring out how to provoke the enemy to strike first was not difficult for him.

Continuing southwest, the terrain ahead suddenly cleared.

The twenty Undead were ebullient since they could use this opportunity to expand the map.

“This area is completely unlike the vicinity of Star Dragon Ridge outpost, it’s way too open here.”

Indeed, it was very open, so open that apart from turning north to see the mountain range, everywhere else was just emptiness, with the view eventually cut off by the horizon.

Empty!

Traveling was undoubtedly boring, especially when the journey was calm.

As dusk fell, everyone started lighting their lamps.

[Oil Lamp: requires replenishing with oil, decent wind resistance — from Star Dragon Ridge Outpost]

The durability was average, the lighting effect was passable, and the appearance was a typical oil lamp.

It wasn’t that Lind didn’t want to create a better-looking oil lamp in one go, but that he needed to wait, to allow the Undead to accumulate enough points before harvesting them all at once.

In fact, he had already asked Bard to design a new series of skins.

No one understood the value of skins better than he did.

Of course, the primary focus in games was attributes, but when the differences in attributes are slight, skins become the key to victory.

Moreover, he could link with bosses, cultural works from Earth, and even with some of the more famous NPCs under Lind’s command, and it was feasible for NPCs to promote products as well.

Lind understood the value of skins better than anyone, manufacturing good-looking but functionless skins using cheap labor, then selling them at high prices to the Undead—everyone would be satisfied.

The costs were low, the profits high, and he could also resolve the issue of employment for many ordinary people, thus completing the economic cycle.

The only issue was perhaps the Undead choosing to pledge loyalty to the New Nobility, thereby reducing the population of Undead under his command.

Competitive strength was still lacking; he had to completely overthrow the New Nobility, once and for all.

Lance and the others saw the light and their faces slightly changed, wanting to remind the Undead to extinguish it.

When traveling at night, it’s best to have no trace of light.

The firelight in the dark is glaring in the eyes of Calamity and fierce beasts, attracting things beyond one’s imagination.

However, the Undead did not care about this; compared to potential encounters, not being able to see the road clearly was more irritating.

Unless it was absolutely necessary for the mission, the Undead would definitely prioritize their own comfort.

Suddenly, the sound of whooshing wind came, and the Undead perked up as they heard a hoarse scream.

“It’s coming!”

Whoosh—

Lance raised his hand and shot an arrow.

He held the Ice Bow in his left hand, and his right hand moved back and forth between the quiver at his waist and the bowstring, his slender fingers creating afterimages under the flickering light of an oil lamp.

The sound of the twanging bowstring was like the plucking of a lute.

In just a few breaths, Lance lowered the Ice Bow.

The Undead had only made it halfway out: “Kill them!”

The screeching had stopped, and the wind no longer howled.

Only the Undead’s awkward roars lingered in the air.

“All dead?”

What awaited the Undead was not a fierce battle, because Lance’s reaction speed was too fast.

Even the curse-wielding Witch opted to draw her sword in a rush, hoping to claim some kills.

But what they hadn’t expected was to only see a field of corpses.

“No way, do these NPCs still need our protection?”

The Undead were a bit anxious.

They hadn’t gotten to strike their enemies once before the enemy was taken down by the “feeble” NPCs they were supposed to protect.

But there were still gains to be made.

Monsters from the Calamity had many interesting materials that could be collected and used to complete tasks.

After the ‘Perfumer’ Brittany joined, the demand for Magic Potion ingredients surged.

The Undead, following their old gaming habits, always copied a list of Magic Potion ingredients before heading out, grabbing them if they stumbled upon them, otherwise, they wouldn’t bother and would just stick to the route.

Apart from that, the Fragment of the Heart of Calamity was also an important resource.

It was useless for exchanging for points or money, but it could be used to feed the Blood Lambs, exchanging the fragments for Blood of Madness.

Idle enhancers always had a market among the Undead.

The Undead returned to the team with lackluster enthusiasm.

The journey that followed was similar.

Calamity loved to move at night.

Sometimes they would encounter mutated freaks.

The ones who hadn’t lost their reason would shout and run away, fearing others would see their hideous appearances.

Those who had lost their sanity completely would charge forward, and Lance could always kill them precisely.

It was a smooth journey, and the Undead’s initial complaints had ceased as they enjoyed harvesting materials immensely.

After all, they were already at the level cap and couldn’t gain any more experience.

Crossing the open area, there was a noticeable hillock ahead, a road sign planted in the ground like an old man raising his arm to give directions, weakly leaning against a withered tree.

“Cross of Faith?”