The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 514 - 417 What an Upright Lord!

Chapter 514: Chapter 417 What an Upright Lord!

"Have we arrived in a whole new world, or have we just come to a different place?"

"Definitely a brand new world."

"Then why is the time synchronized? When it gets dark here, it gets dark in the Rand Kingdom too."

"Because it’s a game, you ask me, who am I to ask."

"Damn, that makes so much sense."

Lind looked at the Undead, wishing he could tell them that according to the mythological setting, the Ring of Magic enveloped the Magic World, and no matter how many worlds there were, everyone saw the same moon, the same sun; otherwise, why would the whole world suffer when the Ring of Magic shattered.

William was earnestly sharpening his sword; he had many swords, but he wouldn’t switch to another unless one was completely worn out, a thrifty attitude that earned Lind’s approval.

They cooked something to eat over the campfire, and Lind wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he felt like he was getting hungry faster.

The desert had large temperature variations between day and night, but it wasn’t a problem for the Undead who were now Transcendent. Some of them logged off while others patrolled the surroundings with torches.

The night deepened, the moonlight faded, and the stars grew dim; Magic Land was known as the "Borderland," but the influence of the moon, sun, and other forces seemed particularly weak here.

Pitch darkness surrounded them, with only torches and campfires flickering breaths of red light into the night.

Lind turned his head and saw a figure enshrouded in the veil of night approaching.

"Why aren’t you resting?" Lind asked.

The person who came was Tione.

Lind needed to monitor the Subterranean Tunnel Worm, and the Undead were here to play the game, not to rest, so the only ones in the camp who really needed a room to rest turned out to be Tione and William.

Tione didn’t speak, the shard of the Ring of Magic behind her head was also dim and lightless.

Then Lind felt Tione grasp his hand on her own initiative; he turned to look at her, and from her face, he could vaguely sense her fear of the darkness.

Gripping his hand wouldn’t cost a chunk of flesh, plus she was his fiancée, and if it weren’t for the fear of being infected by spores, he would have...

Lind’s consciousness drifted to the forum; unlike the Undead who could log off and grab a bowl of instant noodles or take a squat, he could only wait cautiously.

He hoped nothing untoward would happen this night; it’s always better to be cautious in a new place.

Lind watched the Subterranean Tunnel Worm.

Soon, they had to secure a ticket for the return journey.

Meanwhile,

A self-assured Legendary Mage arrived at the appointed place according to time, but looking left and right, the earth wasn’t bubbling.

Gone?

"Impossible," the Mage looked up at the sky; he had timed it.

It meant wasting a lot of time waiting again.

...

The dark night couldn’t impede the Undead’s desire to explore their surroundings, in the vast endless desert.

"Is it an air wall, or is the map just too big for us to walk out of?"

The Undead couldn’t tell.

Because there was nothing but sand around them.

"Let’s go back, or we’ll get lost!"

It was everyone’s first time going so far away, and they traveled through "public testing in internal testing," following the "favoritism route," if the world was filled with creatures like the Soul Pecking Birds, the level 30 restricted Undead would have a tough time moving anywhere.

Everything was normal by daylight.

The Undead were allowed to spread out to survey the surroundings in the daytime, with instructions to keep hidden, Lind also specifically warned them not to wear the Abyss Suit.

He didn’t know if the tendrils of the Abyssal Great Rift extended to Magic Land, but any regular creature that saw a humanoid monster carrying a strong Abyss Aura would surely attack, and the Abyss Suit worn by the Undead looked even more like an Abyssal Calamity than the Abyssal Calamity itself.

Lind had established a preliminary connection with the Subterranean Tunnel Worm; he felt he could reason with it emotionally and rationally.

It’s tiresome being a public transport, stopping at every small station.

But having your own private vehicle is different; it only does long distances.

The Subterranean Tunnel Worm lacked a clear consciousness, it had one, but not much, traveling between different continents seemed to follow certain rules.

If Lind’s act of locking the public vehicle was caught, it would definitely cause problems, but that was a matter to consider if and when he was caught.

At noon, the sun hung high overhead.

The scorching weather caused those wearing Heavy Armor to sweat profusely.

A man with grayish-white skin and two tear-track-like tattoos from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks was riding atop a multi-legged creature with a thick carapace.

He undid his water flask and gulped down a mouthful of water.

The high-temperature wind burned his cheeks like Flames, but he did not halt his steps because this mission was not so easy; to temper his Title, he chose the harshest conditions.

"What is that?"

Lavee gazed at several figures struggling forward in the distance through the desert.

"Humans?"

A rare species, they shouldn’t be in the western region; this wasn’t a place for delicate-skinned humans. The heat could cook their flesh, and their meat’s aroma could attract many races that don’t like to eat their own kind.

Including perhaps his own species.

"Damn, what’s that guy riding? A beetle?"

"Looks like a dung beetle."

"Say what you will, it’s kind of cool!"

"Could it be a special mount only available in the desert map?"

Lavee was surprised; these humans were not afraid of him, instead, they approached him proactively and circled around his fierce Scorpion Flea, discussing it animatedly.

"Who are you?" Lavee asked them first.