The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 402 - 342 Bloodlust Castle

Chapter 402: Chapter 342 Bloodlust Castle

The appearance of a new race had garnered the attention of many.

This also meant new game mechanics.

Many people let their imaginations run wild, theorizing that a race proficient in strength, if taking the path of a meat shield, might become more resilient to attacks.

Or there could be some humorous strategies, like a race skilled in magic but choosing to use swordsmanship, turning themselves into arcane swordsmen.

Different races offered more possibilities.

Almost every informed undead sought to explore more races.

Human? We all choose to not be human anymore!

[Blood Wart Demon: An inferior race within the Blood Clan, bloodthirsty and strong but fearful of sunlight, with -10% resistance to flames]

Their fear of sunlight and reduced resistance to flames were drawbacks that many found unacceptable, given that the Fireball Technique is a common starter move for many wizards.

But when they saw the transformation showcase of the undead, they immediately suggested that having weaknesses was only fair; otherwise, this race would be so perfect that there would be no point in playing as humans.

The first thing was the direct increase in attributes; the scale of destruction once only achievable by the Undead Grand Knight using Skills, could now be quite comparable with just one swipe of a Blood Wart Demon’s claw.

Moreover, their health had greatly improved, being from the Blood Clan meant not fearing death, losing weaknesses, thus not being subject to critical hits, giving them stronger combat endurance and higher fault tolerance.

If one could endure the ugly appearance, changing races to a Blood Wart Demon was definitely better than remaining human.

A significant number of people couldn’t accept the ugly appearance of the Blood Wart Demon, while others, chasing after stats, were willing to change races, believing that enjoyment from the game was what truly mattered, and that an ugly appearance could be masked by clothing.

To some, turning into an ugly monster was also a type of thrill, seemingly not so easy to join the Blood Clan.

"Fellas, we can help introduce you, but it’s not for free."

The entrepreneurial Undead Blood Wart Demons weren’t interested in real-world money; they wanted in-game currency, equipment, and various magic items.

Being "wanted" by Lind now, they were also short on various equipment and resources.

Inside the Bloodlust Castle hidden deep in the mountains.

An Undead Blood Wart Demon crawled into the great hall on hands and knees, baring his teeth in a grin under the disdainful gaze of the red-named Crimson Noble lady.

"This place is great, there isn’t a single Blood Clan member who is ugly, even the Poster Girl is at most on the same level as them," he remarked.

Turning into a Blood Wart Demon didn’t avoid wearing white shorts, but it didn’t stop him from appreciating beauty.

The Bloodlust Castle was empty most of the time; the long lives of the Blood Clan members left them barely sensing the passage of time, and when they weren’t working, they thought about how to spend their boring eternity.

Deep sleep was clearly a good choice.

After passing a room that prohibted Blood Wart Demons, he arrived at a room in the far corner of the castle and gently knocked on the door.

This was the research lab of the Crimson Noble Xinta, located at the edge of the Bloodlust Castle, where the captured "Nobles" were confined.

Their hands and feet were bound.

The nobles’ sanity had returned to normal, they cursed furiously, even if they were "rescued" by the Blood Clan, they felt far from grateful.

Xinta was extracting their blood, as openly stated, he needed their "Noble Blood."

In reality, these people were not far from freedom; just a wall away. If they could break free from their bindings and manage to destroy the adjacent wall, they could regain their freedom.

This would have been trivial for them once, but now they could not manage even a slight movement, only converting their sparse energy into meaningless curses.

"Lord Xinta, I can bring some good stuff," the Undead Blood Wart Demon exclaimed eagerly, "Magic Items, Magic Potions, and wealth."

"Oh?" Xinta slightly raised his eyelids, expression unchanged, "Is that so?"

"Yes, Lord Xinta, if I can bring back something valuable, could you give me a reward?" This was his main purpose for coming.

Rewards were necessary to motivate them.

If there were no rewards, they would be too lazy to attract and recruit newcomers to the Bloodlust Castle; playing games on their own was much more comfortable.

"That’s possible," Xinta nodded, curious about what the Undead might bring him.

Brief interactions had shown him that these Undead often provided unexpectedly surprising items.

A crow flapped its wings and flew toward them, like a black arrow in the sky, suddenly exploding into a mass of black mist as it approached the two men. The chilling breeze swept through, rapidly gathering the mist and revealing the figure of a woman.

The envious eyes of the Blood Wart Demon Undead nearby, if given a choice, they too would prefer to transform into human-like forms rather than remain the ugly Blood Wart Demons.

For now, they could only pray in their hearts that Blood Wart Demons were capable of "evolving", perhaps one day even into Crimson Ladies or Crimson Nobility.

The Crimson Lady said, "My lord, two people are approaching; one of them claims to be Kerrigan, but we do not recognize him."

"Hey, hey, sister, that’s my friend who has come to join us!" the Blood Wart Demon Undead immediately said.

"Then you go and greet them," Xinta no longer wanted to waste time as these "Nobles’" strength was unusually weak, which might alter the results from what he had previously envisioned.

For this reason, he had to feed these Nobles something to make them produce blood more quickly.

Too much of his energy had been drained.

"Alright, I’ll go right away!" the Blood Wart Demon Undead nodded repeatedly.

He and the Crimson Lady reached the entrance of the castle and met the Undead Kerrigan and the man in the black cloak standing beside him.

The two were very surprised to see each other.

"Brother, you’re really something," Kerrigan said as he circled the Blood Wart Demon Undead several times.

The fierce and ferocious appearance, paired with sharp fangs, definitely made one a bloodthirsty beast.

Just standing beside him made Kerrigan feel weak in the knees.

The two talked enthusiastically about transforming into Blood Wart Demons, but the expression of the Crimson Lady on the side turned a bit delicate. To turn into a Blood Wart Demon, considered as a slave of the Blood Clan — an ugly creature, was that something to be celebrated joyously?

Yet, she could genuinely sense relief and joy from their conversation.

She didn’t understand.

The Crimson Lady looked at the man in the black cloak, "Is he also one of the Undead?"

She could not detect his strength, and his entire person seemed shrouded by a mysterious veil, easily overlooked—even now, as she stared at his face for a long while, she couldn’t retain any impression of it.

If she had just glanced at this face in a crowd, she might turn her head and instantly forget it.

This made her cautious.

She couldn’t just ignore a face, yet she had inadvertently overlooked him many times just now.

He was like a pebble on the roadside, or a weed—altogether someone insignificant.

"I forgot to introduce him; he’s a lover from the Blood Clan from the Black Marsh Kingdom, here to find someone," Kerrigan offered spontaneously.

"Black Marsh Kingdom?" The Crimson Lady’s eyebrows slightly raised, and she couldn’t help but size him up and down.

Someone from the "old homeland"?

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