The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 139 - 139 129 Update Stable Post Under Construction

139: Chapter 129 [Update: Stable Post Under Construction] 139: Chapter 129 [Update: Stable Post Under Construction] [Star Dragon Ridge Outpost Update Announcement]

[Update 1: Construction of the Stables and Relay Station is underway; Undead who tame warhorses can now store and feed their warhorses at the Stables and Relay Station, and they can also purchase harnesses for modification and upgrades]

[Update 2: Miss Brittany’s Spice Shop; Miss Brittany’s Spice Shop is officially open.

Undead can now purchase related spice items from the Star Dragon Ridge Outpost merchants.

Current spices on the shelf include Speed Enhancement Spice, Magic Recovery Spice, Calamity Attracting Spice, and Vigor Spice.

More updates on the way, so stay tuned for more from Miss Brittany’s Spice Shop.]

After the Undead from Harbor Village, along with Lance and others, returned, Lind quickly understood the situation and found time to initiate the unique updates for Star Dragon Ridge Outpost.

In fact, he was just using the Lion Badge to notify the Undead and there wasn’t any “new gameplay” being launched.

Only by updating from time to time does one give the impression that the game is still undergoing internal testing.

The stables were decided on the fly because a herd of horses had appeared on the grassland twinkling with starlight.

In Lind’s plan, the nest of the Volcano Monster Bird was what had been planned, but who knew the Undead players simply couldn’t defeat the Cyclops, and now they were too mesmerized by one thing after another to struggle with the giant’s trouble.

It was the plethora of gameplay options that caused this, each becoming a slave to the points of the factions.

Knowing the Undead well, Lind knew that those who lamented the lack of mounts wouldn’t pass up the chance to ride a horse.

Gaming is like that, you see a high place and you want to climb it, you see horses, deer, and other creatures, you want to ride them, you see female characters wearing skirts, and you want to crouch down and so on.

Instead of letting them sneak around, it’s better to lend a hand, plus he could monopolize all the related merchandise associated with warhorses that would follow.

Making points was never a problem, no matter how many varieties there were.

Of course, taming a Catastrophe Warhorse wasn’t that simple; it’s not a matter of just mounting it and expecting it to obediently listen.

Lind was even considering training a new group of Lost Soul Knights, whose main duty would be to tame the lower-level Calamities.

Whether it’s the Volcano Monster Bird or the unique Catastrophe Warhorse, as a Great Knight, taming dozens shouldn’t be a problem.

The only issue would probably be that the Lost Soul Knights weren’t suitable for combat.

Especially compared to the balanced ‘Sun’s Testament,’ Great Knights pale a bit in comparison, though their shortcomings were clear.

Coincidentally, Miss Miko’s Magic Potion brewing wasn’t that fast, so skimming a few potions out of the thirty or so to leave for the Lost Soul Knights was enough.

Standing before Lind was a middle-aged man, the only Wizard in Harbor Village and also the standard Pharmacist in Newbie Village.

Unlike Miko and Brittany, he was a local, who had unexpectedly become a Wizard a month or two ago.

He didn’t have many Magic Potion formulas and was weaker in character; he knelt down to swear allegiance at the first sight of Lind.

Unlike the Village Chief of Harbor Village, who had an inexplicable resistance, the man in front of him just wanted to live.

New Nobility or Old Nobility, in his eyes, they were all the same; a good Noble was one that allowed him to survive.

So the communication between them was very straightforward—Lind asked directly, and the other virtually answered every question.

“Above the crossroads of faith, there’s a mining cave,” the man said obediently and honestly, “We have occasional contact, but we don’t really interfere with each other; they come to Harbor Village to exchange ore for food.”

“A mining cave…” Lind was in dire need of ore, and upon hearing about the cave, his first thought was to rush over and loot it; he didn’t need to do it himself.

With almost two hundred Undead who had become a force, they could really walk sideways in this part of the land.

If they used the same kite-flying tactic against the Cyclops, the result would surely be a different scene.

Still, Lind hoped to be more reasonable.

The favor of the Undead came quickly, but if he committed outrageous acts, they would turn and leave without a second thought, perhaps even stabbing him a few times.

“Do you understand the details?

Will they engage in large-scale trading with the outside?”

Food wasn’t an issue; Lind could also buy it.

“I only know that their strength is formidable, and their origins mysterious.

They never come out except to mine.”

Lind nodded.

“Understood,” he said.

Then he paused, looking at the Pharmacist before him.

“Regarding your arrangement, I hope you can mainly be responsible for brewing some Magic Potions in the future.”

He planned to conquer one Newbie Village after another and then snatch all the Pharmacists to work on the assembly line, producing Magic Potions for himself!

He had already captured three Pharmacists from different Newbie Villages, and there would definitely be more to come.

He believed the Pharmacists would also grow to like working on the assembly line.

At the very moment Lind issued his update, the construction of the “Stables and Relay Station” began, undertaken by the cyber servitude Undead.

However, compared to other tasks, most of the Undead were elated.

Finally, they were to have mounts!

In the eyes of most, possessing a Volcano Monster Bird that could fly would be incredibly exhilarating—who wouldn’t want the freedom to fly at will?

However, Volcano Monster Birds were not well-suited to swiftly moving with the Undead; for travelling long distances, riding horses was still the way to go.

There was a vast open space in front of the watchtower in the Former Territory, where a stables and relay station was to be built.

The issue of forage was of utmost importance, so Lind had ordered people to fetch some grass to attempt cultivation.

If it grew successfully, the location of the station wouldn’t matter, but if it failed to thrive, the construction of the station would require careful planning.

Your gaze swept over the lush greenery, momentarily taking you back to the days before the apocalypse.

It seemed possible that the next moment, a deer might spring forth, followed by Prince Cote donning his extravagant dragon scale armor, drawing his gem-studded heavy bow, and releasing an arrow.

Then, amid the sighs of onlookers, he would miss.

At the same time, Lind would also draw his bow and send an arrow flying, pinning the prey to the ground without giving Prince Cote any face, eliciting annoyed curses from the prince.

In front of you, a horse grazed leisurely.

Lind watched the robust warhorse, never before having seen such a “low body fat” horse.

Muscle upon muscle stretched the thin skin taut, with a palpable sense of potent strength emanating from it.

He had reason to suspect that if a lion pounced on it, the horse need only kick back, and one stomp could crush the lion to death.

Lind set his sights on that warhorse and strode toward it.

His unwarranted approach caught the attention of the Catastrophe Warhorse.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen a Calamity creature be so calm,” Lind remarked in surprise at the Catastrophe Warhorse, but he didn’t stop moving.

Getting closer and closer.

As the Catastrophe Warhorse became restless and snorted, Lind leaped up, his hand swinging out the Lost Soul Chains, successfully latching onto the neck of the Catastrophe Warhorse.

The Catastrophe Warhorse neighed and twisted in an attempt to escape, but now the chains were in Lind’s grip.

Holding the chain single-handedly, he watched with a smile as the warhorse struggled.

Observing the taut iron chain and the increasingly frantic Catastrophe Warhorse, Lind’s right hand jerked powerfully, and with a “boom,” the horse was pulled down to the ground.

He didn’t even glance at the downed warhorse; the Lost Soul Chains would take care of the next steps.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the Catastrophe Warhorse stood again and, facing Lind, showed great respect, voluntarily approaching and lowering its head in submission.

Lind patted the warhorse and mounted it.

The speed was great—Lind was not a Knight known for speed and couldn’t outrun the Catastrophe Warhorse.

Amidst the intense undulating gallop of the Catastrophe Warhorse, Lind kept swinging his right arm, twirling the chain in his hand round and round like a lasso.

Finding his target, he looped!

He successfully lassoed the horse.

After pulling down the Catastrophe Warhorse once more, Lind didn’t even look at the horse but continued to search for his next target.

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