The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 570 - 451 Version End, Updating..._2

Chapter 570: Chapter 451 Version End, Updating..._2

"The power of the Abyss is waning," the Druid Queen stood atop the canopy, branches swaying with the wind, and her body bobbed up and down with them.

Gazing ahead, the lush sea of trees rustled with the sound of leaves fluttering in the wind.

She held a slender ivory magic wand in her hand. The top of the wand was adorned with an iron edge shaped like lightning and bear and other unusual patterns, which clinked against each other in the wind.

The Abyss could only resist. She was already a Heroic Rank warrior, the strongest person in this Kingdom, yet she was still unable to resist an Abyss enemy.

But her keen sensitivity to life allowed her to detect details that others could not.

Closing her eyes, the Druid Queen let her consciousness drift away from her body, radiating outwards with her body as the center. The nearest were the countless life forms, the trees at her feet, which were the key to the Druid Queen’s ability to suppress the Undead.

This frighteningly large force lived around the Tree of Life. She believed she was the first person to learn to exploit the Undead. She made those Undead work for her, and they cultivated Treant warriors comparable to Great Knights, and in great numbers.

Her consciousness continued to spread further away. The Great Rift was not far from this place. She felt her consciousness surrounded by a heavy dullness, as if she had leaped into scorching flames, cooked to a ripe redness.

Then, the Druid Queen sensed a glimmer of light, like the fleeting gleam of a meteor at night that gently swept across her consciousness, causing her thoughts to churn uncontrollably.

That light tried to tell her to protect the Undead with an unquestionable attitude.

"I am doing just that."

When she responded, the light vanished, as if it had never appeared in her consciousness.

She continued giving new tasks to the Undead, letting them grow non-stop, the faster the better.

As if it were an instinct lodged deep in the Druid Queen’s soul, she completely failed to notice it. Her consciousness spread further, and she began to feel more chaotic things, not the Abyss; she had long entered the territory of the Abyssal Great Rift.

It was the Undead!

Such was their chaos, colorful, one could sense their radiance when feeling with consciousness.

The Druid Queen was surprised at her own description of the Undead as "radiant." Though she exploited them, she had always disliked these people—they did bad things without needing a reason. If it weren’t for her strength to suppress them, it could have developed in another direction.

The Great Rift was now a sea of fire, the leaping light stirring the Druid Queen’s heart. The Undead were always fighting, reveling in the slaughter.

However, the Druid Queen had a feeling that this war was about to end.

She opened her eyes.

Still a green sea of trees. The rattling of the iron edges at the top of her wand quieted her heart.

"There is a presence trying to tell me the direction the world is developing in."

She didn’t know whether she should believe it.

But if it was as she perceived, the Abyssal army of the Great Rift was about to retreat, which might be a good thing.

...

In the Black Marsh Kingdom, under the leadership of Wen Riven, the Undead finally penetrated deep into the Great Rift.

The Undead of Rand Kingdom, Black Marsh Kingdom, and the Southern Black Swamp Kingdom of Sekapus Kingdom, three kingdoms’ Undead gathered to attack the Great Rift, perfectly embodying the phrase "many wolves, little meat."

Nothing could stop the Undead’s fervor for assaulting the Great Rift. The formerly rapidly devalued Heart of Calamity, due to inflation, was now regaining its proper price with the surge in the number of Undead, and the price was becoming stable.

Equipment recycling, free trading; only on the frontlines of the battlefield in the Black Marsh Kingdom could one witness this scene belonging to the game, while the Undead in other regions lived too bitterly.

"Brothers, one last time!"

Today, the Undead gathered here.

"Does the official update always mess things up like this?" complained one of the Undead.

The last update was abrupt, and so was this offline update.

The worst part was the official reason given was that the Abyss had decided to retreat, so the [Expedition of the Great Rift] was declared to end early, and it would force a logout as usual, with an update time of 24 hours.

In these final moments, the Undead began to race against the clock.

Not just in the Black Marsh Kingdom; the Undead from other new kingdoms reacted similarly. If they didn’t start grabbing what they could now, they wouldn’t be able to later. If they didn’t know any better, it would be one thing, but the Rand Kingdom had truly defeated an Abyssal Lord, and there was no reason they couldn’t do the same.

Everyone began to spend wildly, using up all their resources.

There were also some penny-pinching Undead who were unwilling to spend money.

"You haven’t experienced an update, you don’t understand the features of this game, I dare say when we log in again, it will have jumped forward several years," explained an experienced Undead. "It’s like we left this world, and the world really continues to operate, don’t believe me, you can go to the official website to find videos, there are many researchers who have investigated and found that it really can make up for the history missing during the Undead update."

"The worst part is our items. Not to mention currency system updates, those Hearts of Calamity and Magic Potions might directly lose their effectiveness. Weapons, houses, and domesticated animals might rust, collapse, or starve over time..."

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