The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 500 - 412 Why Is It Called a Defense Tower_2

Chapter 500: Chapter 412 Why Is It Called a Defense Tower_2

For example, materials.

The Undead who stayed behind at the main base could take on material tasks in advance, and then inform their teammates through the wireless communication friend system. Their teammates could complete various tasks while pioneering the new lands, greatly increasing efficiency.

Now, Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher had become the guild’s own Poster Girl.

It also had a lot to do with her being a cute female streamer. Anyway, she had no combat power, just being cute, live streaming for her guildmates, dancing a bit—it was pretty nice.

Her house was in Snake Catcher Fortress, but the guild had also set up a base in Raven City, so she usually spent most of her time in the guild, only going back when teleportation was free to buy some new furniture and decorate her little cabin.

Most of the Undead who liked to decorate their cabins belonged to the majority.

"Good morning, Grandma Riley~" Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher happily greeted an NPC grandma who had opened a bakery by the roadside.

The Undead had almost pushed the NPCs to a dead end while tidying up the market, but with a large number of Undead heading to the frontier, NPCs had learned to work like the Undead.

The bakery, the candy shop, the coffee shop, and so on, all continued to operate.

There were even Undead who quietly became bosses, making NPCs work for them in their shops.

Those with the right to recruit were the first to do this, legally employing NPCs to work and make money.

The Kingdom turned a blind eye to this situation, as long as it didn’t squeeze the living space of ordinary people. Plus, the Undead would actively provide various raw materials and pay taxes on time.

Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher discovered that several shops had already started using membership models, and they even outrageously had people holding signs outside to attract customers.

She bought a cup of milk tea and drank while live streaming.

"Do you guys know who owns this shop?"

Unexpectedly, the me who was afraid of getting fat in the real world and dared not casually eat, had become a food review streamer here.

It was still because eating and drinking were too cheap, and the recipes all came from the real world.

As long as the production process wasn’t too complicated, or didn’t use some additives that were hard to get, the Undead could replicate them in minutes, and there were even various tutorials online.

The most interesting thing was that some people chose to practice cooking and baking in the game, and then found they could actually do it when they returned to the real world.

Humming a tune, and even performing a dance upon request, Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher received tips and immediately grinned ear to ear, "Thank you, boss, the boss is so generous!"

Ah, to be able to make money by lying down and sleeping, even extending one’s lifespan unconsciously, this sort of life is just too wonderful.

Suddenly she noticed something was wrong and saw dozens of Soldiers appear on the street.

They were carrying weapons and rushing towards the city walls with serious expressions.

"What’s going on?"

Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher looked towards the gates of Raven City and noticed they had already closed, and there were Wizards casting magic to fortify the gates.

The Undead watching the live stream immediately sent barrage comments.

"Is there a plot?"

"Holy cow, hurry up to the city wall!"

"What the heck, why is there a sudden plot development, this game’s randomness is too much!"

The barrage of comments flooded the screen, especially for those Undead sneaking around on the frontlines in the Black Marsh Kingdom. They had spent a lot of money to get to the frontlines, then turned around to find that the plot was unfolding behind them.

Is it still possible to teleport back now?

Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher immediately rushed to the city wall. The light flashing from her chest’s Lion Badge denoted her identity, allowing her to climb the walls as a temporary guard without being obstructed.

Next to her were two newbies who had just arrived in Raven City, who were stopped because they weren’t even Apprentice Soldiers.

The towering city wall, as if touching the sky when you looked up.

Looking down, the horizon seemed to have ant-sized little things approaching.

Suddenly a dazzling beam of light shot towards the sky.

Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher looked up and saw a dazzling beam of light bloom in the far sky, so intense it seemed to melt one’s gaze.

Comments: "Isn’t this the Piercing Cloud Arrow that Miss Mico used at the Gate of Mephisto?"

Comments: "OMG, is it a large-scale battle? What did I miss?!"

Comments: "Don’t panic, keep watching, I don’t think it should be like this, 90% of us are not in the Rand Kingdom, it doesn’t make sense to start the plot directly."

Comments: "That’s the nature of the game, during the closed beta many Newbie Villages were still intact, and when you come back, see if some have just disappeared from the map!"

One Piercing Cloud Arrow, an army of thousands meets.

Many Undead wanted to buy it after Miss Mico released it, and sure enough, Piercing Cloud Arrows quickly appeared at stalls in the Black Hoof Village market, but the price was frightening.

Unexpectedly, it had been bought by the enemy.

A spark of light ignited the energy, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Riven Soldiers.

When the beam of light ignited with a loud bang, making the whole day so bright it hurt to look, the ant-like things in the distance finally came close.

They howled, like flames sweeping over the hills, the sound of their paws stomping the ground thundered non-stop, and the land seemed to scorch into scorched earth under their hot charge.

They carried the momentum to obliterate everything in front of them and directly smash through the walls of Raven City.

They got closer.

It was thousands of Great Knights!

Green-skinned.

"Green Skins?" Little Dingle the Crotch-watcher panicked a bit. She quickly turned her head to look at her side, but there were no Undead teammates, almost all NPCs, and they were not Rand Legion NPCs, just Riven Soldiers, naturally much weaker in combat strength.