The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 523 - 424: Catch Them Alive!

Chapter 523: Chapter 424: Catch Them Alive!

The investigation did not exceed Black Blood’s expectations; those humans haven’t hidden their tracks at all.

They seemed entirely unaware of how vulnerable ordinary humans are in this land, or how dangerous their situation is.

But Black Blood didn’t act recklessly. Being able to live up to now and still holding great strength, maintaining vigilance was one of the key reasons.

Faced with the weak, one can swagger and boast, but don’t forget to annihilate them completely.

Faced with the strong, one must maintain respect.

Being able to have hundreds of humans, the leader, whether human or otherwise, must be exceptionally strong.

Therefore, he planned to capture some humans first, then investigate the camp situation, and if there were no strong warriors inside, he would wipe them out in one fell swoop. But if the enemy’s strength proved troublesome... it was best to cut losses and withdraw!

This was not Lionheart Fort; he only intended to make a small profit to cover his costs.

As part of his upcoming plans, Black Blood intended to spread the news of the human army’s appearance.

Perhaps the Corrupt King would send someone to fetch the humans. Though the possibility was slim, even a one in ten thousand chance would delight Black Blood.

He would also report this situation upward, embellishing the facts—that the humans he tracked were all taken by the Corrupt King!

The investigation was swift; Black Blood had Trackers among his subordinates. Despite the winds and sands that might cover tracks, it was futile before professionals.

News quickly came back.

"Lord Black Blood, there indeed is a human camp in the Canyon, with a large number of people, thousands!"

"Their equipment is very uniform; they must come from a very powerful kingdom."

"However, their overall strength is not strong."

Not strong—that meant they could act!

Led by Black Blood, dozens of his followers quietly approached, using various methods to conceal their presence and tracks.

As they neared the Canyon Camp, the sight of dozens of Scorpion Fleas gave them a curious expression.

The Scorpion Flea dealers actually had their pests here?

Even now, Black Blood didn’t believe the words of the Scorpion Flea dealers. Humans, because of their physique, weren’t suited for combat. Even at the same level, humans and Beastmen couldn’t compare—Beastmen could take a hit and survive, whereas a human would be pulverized.

So he insisted on his initial thought; it must be those Scorpion Flea dealers wanting to earn more. Although he didn’t know why humans were purchasing Scorpion Fleas, it made sense to bring back war spoils after a victorious battle.

"Remember, these humans possess a peculiar power; you must be wary of them turning into ash and fleeing," Black Blood emphasized.

Looking up at the fortress in front of him, Black Blood squinted slightly; the building nestled in the Canyon was easy to defend and hard to attack.

For level 2 Beastmen, however, it was a different story; no cliff or precipice could hinder them.

"Attack!"

...

"I’ve told you several times; stop screwing up the Heart of Calamity!"

In the Canyon Camp, having a heavy discussion in the guild’s small group chat, although he was exploring a new map, he didn’t forget to participate in the guild’s development and internal discussions.

Having a heavy discussion paced around, resembling someone on the phone, leaving his companions—Sydney’s brother, Loves White Silk, and Moon Slash Blade—to exchange glances.

Although the three of them had their group of friends to play with, their gaming motto centered around enjoyment and mischief.

Somehow, hearing Having a heavy discussion even banging on the table, they always felt sorry for his guild members, akin to having switched workplaces—meetings during the day and at night.

"The trade routes must be maintained, have the new members take on more quests, boost their favorability. Anyone daring to flip an NPC’s skirt gets kicked out; it would directly lower our entire guild’s rating, do I still have to teach you this?"

"Also, we cannot abandon our efforts with the Black Marsh Kingdom. See if we can pull some Blood Clan into the guild. What? Tao Lexi manages even the finances of Black Marsh Kingdom? That four-eyed girl is stretching her arms too long. Go, improve your favorability with Tao Lexi! What does she like? Money? Then give her money, lots of it!"

"Stop fussing with mounts; focusing on mounts early in the game is just a waste of time. The real game starts in Magic Land. Grind hard early for points and materials, get your equipment sorted, then Magic Land will be much more enjoyable. Am I right? Hard work early on, then you can truly experience the content of the game."

"The sense of déjà vu is so strong," Loves White Silk murmured, mouth agape.

His boss and teacher switched seamlessly—a master at painting big cakes.

Unbeknownst to outsiders, they might think they were living some enchanted life in Magic Land. In reality, they still had to patrol, investigate, and gather various materials—all unpaid, purely voluntary work.

Even though they belonged to the Undead, it didn’t mean that they could all play together; tasks were still assigned.

Thud, suddenly, a sound came from outside.

The four turned their heads and saw a tall, robust dark figure at the door.

Covered in long hairs, wearing heavy armor protecting vital areas, holding a long spear.

A Beastman!

The four Undead’s faces changed—they didn’t expect to be approached stealthily. This was it.

"Is this part of the following plot?" Having a heavy discussion asked.

The Undead had stolen from the Scorpion Flea traders, and though they had been very careful, one still escaped—they knew this would lead to further plot developments.

"Have we been invaded?"

"Oh man, this is the first time I’ve been invaded by an enemy. The Lord’s right; defending the camp is our main mission."

"Fight?"

The charging Beastman, seeing the humans suddenly rushing madly towards him, immediately swung his spear horizontally.

"Huh?"

They ran!

The four scattered in four different directions.

There was nothing valuable in the camp, only the Scorpion Fleas below were worth some money. But they already knew of Sand Pit Ranch’s presence; Scorpion Fleas could be purchased anytime in the future.

"Why do we still have to fight an enemy with abnormal health and damage?"

Beastmen looked much stronger than the Scorpion Flea traders we encountered before, clearly, the four of us wouldn’t stand a chance.

The Undead desperately fled, causing a huge commotion, it was hard for Lind not to notice.

"Have we been invaded?"

Lind was always the one causing trouble for others, he had never imagined someone would come after him. Could the opponent be an associate of the Scorpion Flea traders? It didn’t seem likely.

And among them was an Epic warrior.

Previously, Lind regretted that the Undead had only captured a Scorpion Flea trader, obtaining very little useful information. But now, with an Epic Level warrior, it would definitely satisfy his curiosity.

"My Lord?" William, carrying his sword, came to Lind’s side. He didn’t act rashly, always following Lind’s actions, which made him almost as predictable as the Undead, a habit had formed—always listen to Lind’s commands before acting.

The Undead first sought Lind to casually pick up a mission, to avoid working in vain. William simply believed that whatever Lind did was right. Since he had come with Lind, he had to follow Lind’s commands.

"Let’s not rush into action. Have the Undead search for the invaders and remember, capture them alive!"

...

"Capture them alive!" Black Blood watched as one of his subordinates used a blood-splattered axe to chop down a human’s head and immediately roared angrily.

Clearly, the elite soldiers from some human nobility had secrets that are no less significant than those who had fled to the Corrupt King’s territory.

"It’s finally my turn!"

Black Blood finally experienced what it meant when one door closes and another opens.

Just when he thought there were no opportunities, he encountered another group of human nobility.

"Is the body gone?"

"What?" Black Blood was startled. When he looked at the decapitated human corpse, there was nothing left on the ground, completely vanished.

The desert canyon winds were strong at night.

Black Blood watched as a human reciting a spell was pierced through by one of his Beastmen’s spears, the body exploded into ashes, which were then scattered by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

"Kill! Capture alive!"

The humans continuously rushed forward; the content of their shouts made Black Blood feel like he had misheard.

Capture alive?

Capture who?

Surely they don’t intend to capture me?

The triple question in his mind nearly made Black Blood laugh aloud. He acknowledged that there were quite a few humans, but they were too weak; in such weakness, numbers held no significance.

For some reason, Black Blood suddenly recalled the words of the Scorpion Flea trader he had slaughtered, these humans might actually be different from those he remembered.

Even crazier than Beastmen.

...

The Undead were excited; Lind had finally issued a new mission.

"The reward is definitely the Sand Pit Ranch conflict, brothers, I told you there would be a follow-up story!"

"Damn, the monsters on this Magic Land map have insanely high damage, it’s unbearable, can’t withstand even one hit!"

"Does it hurt more than getting blasted by a Flying Dragon’s fire breath?"

"Can we switch our gear?"

The Undead, being naturally not very strong and having weaker physical indicators than normal humans, let alone compared to Beastmen.

But the Undead had a unique characteristic unmatched by anyone, they were great at managing equipment and didn’t care about any negative effects. As long as it increased their stats, they would forcefully wear it. Nearly everyone present couldn’t utilize their full strength, it was only because they switched to a mature set of kits that their foundational build took shape.

Lind watched the massacre of the Undead, his brow furrowed.

When the Undead had once besieged the Lady of the Night, they had died even faster.

What really made him frown was the Black-armored Beastman radiating a faint Abyss Aura, the opponent was actually moving freely with an Abyss Aura, which meant using Abyssal Power in Magic Land was a normal phenomenon?

Lind could confirm that all the information about Magic Land he had obtained from the Crystal Mages had become unreliable.

The Abyss... with Great Rifts appearing across all continents, perhaps he could also find the reason in Magic Land.

"Capture alive!" Lind commanded, "You can use all your power!"

Since Abyssal Power could be used freely, there was no need to worry about exposing the Abyss attracting other powers’ attacks.

The Undead, hearing that voice, immediately became excited.

Only Black Blood looked perplexed.

Then, watching the unending wave of what seemed like tens of thousands of "humans" charging at them, he suddenly burst into laughter, popping quite a few pills into his mouth before engaging.

"Anyone got a brother who can play some boosting BGM?"

In the distance, someone was already singing, various chaotic sounds sweeping in like ripples on the water. With each ripple that swept over, another layer of obscure light appeared on the humans in front of him.

"I’m going all out—just by appearance, it works!"

"Ah ah ah, Gaia!"

"Emperor Hero, Ao Ao Ao!"

"Pig Hero, Power of the Five Spirits!"

"Gnarl Dark God, woo hoo la hoo, Black Magic transformation!"

The next moment, a strong Abyss Aura rushed forward, and the charging humans suddenly transformed into Abyssal Curse Monsters.

Fierce dragon heads, pitch-black slime formed blood vessels wrapping around their armor.

The tsunami-like scene made the Beastmen involuntarily think—The Abyss is coming!

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