The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 407 - 346 Hidden New Gameplay, Horse Riding and Sword Fighting?

Chapter 407: Chapter 346 Hidden New Gameplay, Horse Riding and Sword Fighting?

A musty, acrid smell of mold and vinegar wafted up from the basement, invading the nostrils. When "Surgeon" Enga entered, the medicinal scent on him made the air even fouler and more complicated.

The air in the basement, choked with revolting odors, didn’t circulate.

Following him was a group of about thirty people, mostly women and children.

A voice roared, "If you don’t want to be discovered by those bastards, you’d better shut up!"

Sobs immediately quieted down, and they chose to cover their mouths and wipe away their tears.

George found his aunt and hid behind her, clinging to her skirt.

"Who are they?" he asked softly.

All those who had rushed in were unfamiliar faces.

"Shh, kid!" A mercenary in armor raised his finger to his lips. Now was not the time to satisfy a little brat’s curiosity, "Learn to shut up, or I won’t mind teaching you!"

He was terrified, with the crazy howls and bellows outside causing the mercenary to break out in a cold sweat.

Protective like a mother bear, the aunt pulled George behind her and glared fiercely at the mercenary, fluffing up like an angry cat: "Don’t scare him, and aren’t you a soldier? Why are you hiding here?"

"I am a mercenary, a mercenary! And today is my day off. I didn’t even have time to put on my armor or my damned boots, not to mention a sword," the mercenary didn’t want to argue with George’s aunt about that.

He was only hired to help out in Newmoon Town for a few days before he would head to Goliath for a better job opportunity.

There were plenty of good jobs there that paid well, but he hadn’t expected to run into this situation today.

"Bear Port has long had its eyes on this place," a sobbing woman said.

Her identity wasn’t hard to guess from the gauzy dress that did little to conceal her voluptuous figure.

"Who is Bear Port?" this time it was Enga asking, a man split and then stitched back together, whom nobody could see without backing away.

Whether it was his medicinal smell or the fear that his stitched-up body might suddenly split open like his mouth and swallow someone... The children always speculated this way, often making up stories to amuse themselves, though Enga did have a mouth, the children still thought he ought to eat in a more gruesome way.

"Frost Bear King, Bandit King, they are adept at slaughter and looting. A few months ago, we lived in the shanty area of Red Fortress, then we heard people shouting ’Bear Port is coming, Bear Port is coming,’ and we started to flee," the shared trauma made it so that everyone shared their experiences in turns, adding to each other’s stories.

"We couldn’t stop—when there was fire in the south, we ran north; when there was fire in the east, we ran west."

"So you came here?" from Newmoon Town’s tightly clustered, dark gathering of locals, a discontented voice emerged, blaming the group of fleeing refugees for bringing along the war.

The walls of the basement suddenly began to tremble, and dust floated up.

Everyone acted as if they’d been kicked, covering their mouths, afraid to make any sound.

A long while later, the outside finally quieted down, as if the giant beast capable of collapsing the basement had finally left, perhaps Bear Port had decided to move on after finding the area empty.

But the footsteps that followed tightened everyone’s chests.

The stronger farmers in the basement picked up whatever weapons were at hand—scythes, sticks, stones, whatever they could grab.

"Don’t be nervous, it’s me."

It was a familiar voice.

A man with messy wine-red hair came down the basement ladder. He seemed to be alright, though there was dust on his back and hair, he had definitely been rolling around outside just moments earlier.

"It’s Om!" George peeked out from behind his aunt, exclaiming happily.

"Haha, George," Om seemed quite relaxed.

Everyone was somewhat incredulous as the sounds of fighting came again from outside; the soldiers stationed in Newmoon Town were too few to fend off Bear Port.

Moreover, that guy clearly just wanted to hit-and-run, and being nomadic, he wasn’t afraid of any reprisal from the Kingdom.

"Don’t worry, the soldiers are more professional than you think. They’ve been keeping a watch and just confirming whether those bastards were passing by or really intending to attack, and they were prepared for both scenarios," Om remained confident.

Spending his days in and out of camps and very familiar with the soldiers, news rarely escaped his ears, and at that moment, what Om said reassured everyone in the basement.

However, when the ground violently shook again, they couldn’t help but cry out in alarm.

Messy footsteps came from above the basement.

"Is there anyone here?"

In the eyes of the panicked villagers inside the basement, a few people with glowing weapons appeared, peeking in.

"The Undead!" Om declared.

"Yeah, hehe, don’t be scared, folks, we’re your own people," the Undead looking in smiled, "Anyone want to assign a task?"

A task?

Enga and Inar had heard of this, knowing that tasks motivated the Undead to work.

Their values might differ greatly from ordinary people, but they recognized the worth of treasures just the same.

Inar took the initiative: "Please defeat the Frost Bear King. I can pay Gold Coin."

"I have two dried fish at home!"

"I can give you a chair."

"I can..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" The Undead hastily raised a hand to stop them, "What do you take me for? I don’t act just for the benefit. You all just stay hidden here, I’ll be right back!"