The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 339 - 289: Shocking Appearance! Red Spirit Lind?

Chapter 339: Chapter 289: Shocking Appearance! Red Spirit Lind?

The fierce sun cast human silhouettes upon the ground, the sky as clear as if washed by a heavy rain.

The azure sky, scarcely seen for such a time, now flourished with flags from numerous factions fluttering in the wind. Some bore tails lightly damp with a breeze tinged with the aroma from the marshlands, others carried the charred scent of flames and sulphur.

The Black Catfish Flag, Lion Flag, Dragon Flag, Hunter Flag, Star Dragon Flag, Mountain Goblin Flag, Riven Flag, and more.

Multiple forces had converged.

Among them, a pungent scent of blood wormed its way into one’s nostrils, itching the back of the throat.

As a Riven City’s Undead, the "Legend of Nie Erxi" raised his eyebrows. His mission was to head to Fox Hole Village to resolve the Bloodlust Plague.

Task rewards from the upper echelons of Riven City, coupled with the high level of immersion he had experienced in the game so far, had led him to proceed without question. He never considered declining the mission.

Only by fully integrating into the game could one properly savor this brand-new world.

The return on military merits was significant, and Riven City would reward achievements accordingly.

The vibe of the village ahead was gloomy; the number of the Undead buried within the labyrinth was countless. To the newcomers, the arrival of themselves was like the advent of a messiah.

Big shots strutting their stuff in Newbie Village, bullying the weak and guiding the new players—these were the most thrilling aspects of gaming.

Already at level 20, with a variety of enchanted gear, a suit of fine armor, and having chosen the path of a Swordsman, his combat skills and abilities placed him quite high in the ranks of Riven City’s Undead.

Moreover, Wen Ruien, the City Lord of Riven, harbored no discrimination against the Undead. She was willing to acknowledge the contributions of every Undead, offering them more opportunities to ascend, and he believed without a doubt that the game’s main storyline in beta testing would certainly involve overthrowing all opposition alongside the New Nobility, ultimately establishing a new era.

Himself and other Undead were indeed a force propelling everything forward.

Yet, the scene on the field ahead had the Legend of Nie Erxi stunned, as if he had suddenly returned to an era of some online game, the sense of dissonance profound.

It was hard to imagine that, within such an immersive game, one would witness a crowd resembling the shoddy NPCs out of inferior online games, the kind spouting task assignments.

The game’s "cool factor" plummeted instantaneously.

Bare and glaring, signs were thrust into the ground, each inscribed with a mission and the rewards granted upon its completion.

This stirred discontent among the Riven NPC soldiers; war had been reduced to market hawking.

"Aren’t they planning to send anyone to join?" grumbled a Riven NPC Soldier, eyebrows knotted. The knights at the "market" didn’t seem ready to enter the fray.

This deviated from the original agreement between the sides; the Riven soldiers believed they could easily breach through Fox Hole Village even without the Old Nobility.

Legend of Nie Erxi opened his mouth, "They might have more people than us."

All the Undead present, whether rushing over after hearing news or merely passing by accident, regardless of faction, probably wouldn’t refuse the generous rewards offered by that group.

In that moment, even the heart of Legend of Nie Erxi wavered.

Why did the side of the Old Nobility appear to be more "official" than his?

And he also saw that NPC claiming to be from the "Mysterious and Solitary Hunter Society," currently brazenly recruiting joiners.

So many flaws, he wasn’t sure where to even start his criticism.

And unmistakably, the Hunter Society too was loyal to the Old Nobility—they weren’t even pretending.

Could it be that his previous speculations were wrong, and the Old and New Nobility were merely different factions?

No, that wasn’t right. In the Kingdoms other than Rand Kingdom, the Undead only had the choice of the New Nobility path; the Old Nobility was only the BOSS, the enemy.

But such equations might not hold, as it seemed correct what someone said when spoiling the plot—Lind Armand might only be a historical character from before the main storyline began.

Given that the game skips a year with each update, it’s very likely that by the next update, Lind would have simply died of old age. His role was definitely to propel the plot forward.

Furthermore, the rewards given by the Old Nobility were indeed tempting to him.

"What are you doing?" Nie Erxi’s Legend watched in puzzlement as an Undead teammate suddenly started walking toward the knights at the Old Nobility’s "marketplace," and asked almost reflexively.

"Getting a task, of course. It’s free if it’s unclaimed, just a matter of convenience."

"Hey, wait for me!"

Although the game’s online style was heavily emphasized, and it broke the immersion, looking at the rewards... too tempting!

The Riven Soldiers didn’t understand at all; they were completely clueless about terms like "unlock services."

However, some chose to send the news back.

The Old Nobility might be brewing some conspiracy, and it definitely couldn’t be taken lightly.

...

This was a campaign aimed at clearing out the crazed villagers inside the Fox Hole, if anyone was still sane, they would be rescued, but everyone present had almost assumed that no one had survived.

The outbreak of the Bloodlust Plague would undoubtedly cause widespread impact, and to control the situation, killing everyone was the best option.

A large number of Undead gathered in front of the Old Nobility’s camp, queuing in an orderly fashion to receive missions.

Get a mission and then go into the dungeon, finally something familiar.

And there were various resources, even though they weren’t for sale and could only be exchanged, they still solved many people’s urgent needs. Playing a game without resources for logistic support was hard, and stressful.

Nie Erxi Legend walked into the village with his sword in hand.

The battle started in earnest as soon as they entered, with his sword picking off foes; entering Newbie Village at level 20 was truly just a one-sided beatdown.

He wore Armor, but his movements were in no way hindered as the Bloodlust-stricken villagers and one Red Spirit after another fell to his sword.

Their squad dashed through the enemy like an arrow piercing their flesh, charging forward relentlessly.

Shouts of amazement from the Undead newbies never ceased from behind.

Bullying newbies in Newbie Village was just like this.

Arrows came flying... certainly the Red Spirits’, his body instinctively dodged by tilting his head.

Nie Erxi Legend had also heard some speculations about this war; the emergence of the Blood Clan forced the old and new powers of the nobility to shake hands and make peace.

He dashed behind some ruins, a bowl-shaped pit a result of a past explosion from battle, suggesting there was a particularly difficult enemy in this area.

The ruins’ wall fragments shielded him from the messy and swift volley of arrows.

An arrow grazed past his head and deeply embedded into the pit, its feathered tail trembling lightly.

When participating fighters became numerous, 1-on-1s were impossible—chaos ensued, then relying on superior numbers to forcefully advance became the main theme of the game.

While playing games, many wondered why there was no limit to the number of people fighting a boss. No matter how strong the boss, as long as the number of Undead continued to grow, they would eventually win. That actually affected the gaming experience. Aren’t you afraid that we Undead will use methods like this to madly farm resources? Or are you saying you’ve prepared lots of bosses?

They had won many times using similar methods and could keep winning that way.

It was as if bosses were merely an insignificant element of the gaming experience.

Indeed, until now in the game, the Undead never managed to take a predominant position; they just roamed around, begging different forces for refuge.

And there really were an inexhaustible number of bosses. You could find several just around any corner, and most of the recent bosses they fought belonged to the human factions; encounters with Calamity bosses were rare.

"Fuck, Lind?"

What?

Suddenly, the shout from a teammate among the Undead startled Nie Erxi Legend. He peeked over and saw someone rushing toward a Red Spirit figure, then that figure was sent flying with a roundhouse kick, exploding into ashes and vanishing in midair.

One-shotted?

A muscular Red Spirit was standing right in the middle of the road.

He was like a walking treasury, draped in many pieces of equipment that were sure to drop from bosses.

[Lind Armand, Level 20]