The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 137 - 137 127 Storm Wizard

137: Chapter 127 Storm Wizard 137: Chapter 127 Storm Wizard The sun and wind, along with the acid rain, had stripped the once dazzling signpost of its golden exterior, leaving only faded golden traces on the Dragon Badge, a symbol of the royalty.

The words on it were also blurred as if someone had intentionally scratched them off with a sword.

From the look on the antlered man Lance, it was clear he had fallen into some sort of memory.

“If we follow this road south, we should reach the Great Rift Valley the lord mentioned.”

“Hmm, but we should head west first.”

The Great Rift Valley was unimportant, and so was the investigation.

What mattered most was seizing the undead and dealing with the subordinates of the new nobility.

Compared to investigating the Great Rift Valley, which might be connected to the “Abyss,” regaining strength and returning to Goliath was more attractive to them.

Heading straight west from the crossroads, a sudden sparkle of starry specks brightened up ahead.

“Grass?”

“Don’t swear!”

“I wasn’t swearing.

I mean…

grass.”

The sudden appearance of a starry sea ahead baffled everyone; it was as if they had stepped from a desolate Magic wasteland into a mystical starlit sea in an instant.

An undead drew his sword and tentatively swept it towards the dappled starlight grassland.

The sharp sword cut the grass, trimming the starlit grass down a notch.

As the grass as wide as fingers was slashed, the specks clinging to the blades seemed disturbed and silently dispersed.

Some flew towards the sky, while others landed on nearby blades of grass.

“Quite fun,” the undead swung his sword again.

Every swing that cut through the grass brought an indescribable exhilaration, followed by bursts of mini starry skies—each sword swing a dual pleasure.

“Is there something over there?”

“It seems like it, a horse?”

“Holy crap, a horse glowing with starlight!

Should we catch it?”

“Let’s talk about it later, escorting the NPC is more important.”

As they casually chatted, the undead officially stepped into the starlit grassland.

The tall wild grass parted around their knees, and they seemed to be wandering in a galaxy, surrounded by fluttering specks of stars like fireflies.

If stared at closely, it almost appeared that these specks of stars were actual celestial bodies hidden deep in the universe.

The journey was safe and even the starlit horses nearby paid them no heed when they got closer.

The vast number of horses also halted the undead’s urge to pick a fight alone.

The benefits were uncertain, but if hundreds or thousands of horses charged at them, even Lind would have to back down.

The horses, though seemingly gentle and certainly a type of Calamity, exhibited their don’t-come-closer deterrence with their robust bodies and formidable horns.

After cautiously navigating around the starlit grassland and the herd of horses, everyone couldn’t help but exhale.

The dreamlike experience was now behind them, leaving only the relief of having survived after the ordeal.

“Alert!”

Lance’s voice came through as the wind blowing towards them scattered ice particles from the Ice Bow on the undead’s faces.

An enemy?

An enemy!

Unlike the undead, who could only detect enemies by seeing their red tags, Lance and his companions, who had been slowly training to integrate strength into their bodies, were acutely aware of the strong presence approaching.

Two Great Knights stepped forward with their shields.

The Mad Secret Emissary also ignited blood-red flames, dancing with a serpent in hand, choosing its prey.

“Damn, red tags!

A whole bunch of red tags!” The undead finally spotted the red tags.

However, what the undead hadn’t expected was that those with red names were a bit off.

“Transient Space,” “King Farmer,” “Pear Connection Autumn Creek,” “Favorite Pokémon”…

They were all players.

When they spotted each other, the other party notably spotted them as well.

“Kill!”

Indeed, the first reaction of both sides was to rush up and fight.

What was the point of previous cyber servitude in the game if there were no competitive confrontations—to simply put on a show?

…

After studying the undead for a period, Yazha had completely understood their characteristics.

Today, he intended to bring the undead back to Leon Territory.

However, shortly after leaving Harbor Village, the expression of the High-Ranking Wizard Yazha changed as information came through the wind.

There were enemies.

Yazha’s magic was related to storms.

He couldn’t manipulate wind to do finer tasks for himself, but it was easy to scout the road ahead in the darkness.

Formidable enemy!

The moment the wind touched the opponents, Yazha sensed trouble.

The magically infused wind couldn’t be hidden.

However, Yazha wasn’t worried about the safety of the undead; even if they died, they could be resurrected back in Harbor Village.

The magic was brewing.

The winds in the sky seemed to be drawn to this place and converge.

Yazha toyed with the storm in his palm while his eyes remained fixed ahead.

Yazha saw the traces of the enemies—an Upper Rank Archer, three Great Knights, and twenty wizards with weak auras.

No match!

However, what Yazha hadn’t expected was that his own undead suddenly charged shouting.

With a chant that couldn’t be interrupted, Yazha watched as they rushed forward, and then…

the chanting ended.

From the center of his palm erupted a twisting tornado, sticking to the ground, lifting the debris, grazing past the undead and striking the enemy.

Twenty Fireballs collided, igniting Yazha’s storm, and the surging flames instantly lit up the entire night.

Not only did the storm not scatter, but it also intensified its power with the help of the flames.

The exploding blast flipped over the first-to-charge undead from Harbor Village, the momentum unceasing as it continued forward.

The flames reddened half of Lance’s face like antlers, while the other half, hidden in the shadows, grew increasingly darker.

His left foot stamped on the ground, right hand hooking the Ice Bow’s string and pulling fiercely.

The ground, like an old spider web, shattered instantly.

In a sudden move, the full moon-shaped Ice Bow chose to backlash against Lance, encasing his arms in thick ice crystals.

But likewise, the arrow on the bowstring had completely transformed into an ice arrow, crystal clear, bursting with chill.

The storm and fire rushed to his face in the blink of an eye.

He released the bowstring.

“Boom!” A cold air blast surged forth, colliding head-on with the Flame Storm.

After firing the arrow, Lance immediately took advantage of his superb agility to roll and dodge.

The ice and fire collided, immediately halting the flames, but the Storm, although weaker, brushed past Lance’s rolling figure and flew by.

The people behind had already dodged at the first moment, and the storm dissipated into nothingness.

The undead were shocked by the battle.

Both being Mages, why was there such a big difference?!

The twenty fireballs from their side were directly swept aside by the enemy, turning into assists, nearly helping the enemy wipe out their own side.

But what shocked the undead of the Star Dragon Ridge camp more was the next scene, for the High-Ranking Wizard who had just unleashed powerful Storm Magic had an arrow stuck in his forehead.

Thump, he fell to the ground.

Dead.

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