The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 690 - 511 I Want to Surrender_2

Chapter 690: Chapter 511 I Want to Surrender_2

Even the Deities definitely couldn’t know about these contents, so although he had the ability to connect with others’ minds, the scroll elder always behaved well, never daring to project his voice into the minds of the Undead.

"Where are you guys heading?"

"To do a quest."

The two Undead who had been working with the scroll elder were also anxious. The NPC disguised as an Undead had been motionless all along, obediently completing quests and farming materials every day, indistinguishable from everyone else.

Moreover, this guy’s favorability couldn’t be increased at all.

There was no need to continue wasting time with him, so the attitude of the two Undead quickly became impatient. Recently, they’ve been growing irritable and, in order to preserve what seems to be a very important hidden quest, they have refrained from teaming up with others.

At the current stage, whether in terms of material accumulation or wealth, they were completely behind the other Undead, especially in terms of map exploration and such.

Others were already using brand new Magic Prosthetics, while they had only cut off one arm and were using an old model discarded by other Undead.

The sunk cost was a bit high, and they were somewhat reluctant to give up on the NPC right in front of them.

Forget it, let’s bring him along to do the quest.

"What quest?" The scroll elder explained, "I’ve been quite busy after logging off recently. Although I farm materials a lot, whenever I have time, I go watch videos, you know, man."

The two Undead exchanged glances.

Even though they had been interacting with him for a long time, they still found it unbelievable.

Mastering the way Undead chat, proficient in all kinds of the latest internet memes - if this is AI intelligence, it’s just too smart. Often, it would send shivers down their spines.

They really couldn’t tell if the other was a real person or not.

"Is that so, actually, it’s nothing much. There is a Bard who can let us experience role-playing scenarios."

"What about the quest rewards?"

"It’s a quest issued by the Black Knight, and the reward is the Knights of the Apocalypse pathway Magic Potion."

The scroll elder nodded excitedly: "Good stuff, let’s go right away!"

He ran away because there was a high chance that the Black Knight could find him. Now he was going to meet the other again, but as a proper Undead, it would be a problem not to accept a quest given by the Black Knight.

Regardless of whether they could complete the quest or not, the working style of the Undead is to accept any quest that comes along - just take it in stride, it’s fine whether it’s completed or not.

The two Undead quietly whispered to each other.

"Indeed, the NPC isn’t perfect."

"It’s normal. If he were exactly like us, that would be too scary."

"But how does he know so many internet memes?"

"Is it possible that we always speak in memes when we are offline and that he has quietly learned them?"

"Did I unknowingly train an AI proficient in memes? That suddenly makes me feel quite accomplished, what’s going on?"

Recently, any Undead would definitely be bombarded with information related to the Black Knight.

Especially since he appeared in front of Misty Rain City and demonstrated four high-level professions by killing the strange bird - he is now considered by the Undead as the Skill Instructor of the Knight pathway.

The only thing that could motivate the Undead lacking in ambition to take action is "Reclassification."

No Undead can refuse Reclassification.

More stylish professional skills, stronger output, even cooler appearance, and perhaps more open social life opportunities - most importantly, a new version update might be coming.

Everyone is eager to level up to 30.

"Shall we set off?"

Seeing that the two weren’t talking, the scroll elder could only take the initiative to propose.

The three headed to the store and spent money to buy a Scorpion Flea for transportation, including water and food needed for long-distance travel, as well as a map.

At this stage, the map has become extremely important as Magdalena had used the force of the Undead to help the Corrupt King conquer a lot of territories, with her plan being to continue conquering all the way to the gates of Misty Rain City.

But man proposes, God disposes. A single quest from Lind drew away most of the Undead.

The Undead, who had no feelings for Magic Land, just watched as the conquered territories were taken away.

Their hearts were utterly unaffected.

As long as the main plot is not delayed, it’s fine. Besides, isn’t the main storyline about defeating the Abyss? Taking back Misty Rain City is just a "side quest", which can fail, it doesn’t matter at all.

The route to find the key storyline character Bard was crowded with Undead, looking from afar like a caravan of camels migrating through the desert.

"Envious."

The Undead on the left side of the elder in the painting let out a sigh.

In response to his puzzled look, the other explained: "Look, they have all undergone Mechanical Ascension, from now on they won’t need to eat to replenish their energy, and they will also be immune to many negative effects."

Is this supposed to be something good?

The elder in the painting didn’t understand; perhaps the deities of the Mechanical God Cult had something special about them, but in his view, modifying one’s body surely meant giving up many possibilities, and this method of enhancing strength drastically mismatches with the life nurtured by the lands bathed in the light of the Ring of Magic.

Undead, a bunch of impatient fools.

After holding that opinion in his heart, the elder in the painting continued on his way, but as he travelled, he slowly felt something was off as some things in his mind were being siphoned away.

"Divine Skin owner!"

The elder in the painting was startled, could it be the Black Knight had come for him?

Like repels like, the sensation of that power couldn’t be mistaken by him.

At the same time, the handsome young face of the Bard who was telling stories changed as well.

He could feel an uncomfortable presence approaching in his direction.

The surrounding Undead had completely encircled him, telling stories non-stop had been quite profitable, but clearly now was not a good time for storytelling.

It was time to go!

The Bard glanced at a warrior in front of him, who was engrossed in the story of the Black Knight’s battle with an underground bird monster.

After encountering enough Undead, the Bard had learned the whereabouts of the other two pieces of the Divine Skin; one was on the Black Knight, an opponent he could not match, and just from the terrifying strength the latter showed, he was certain that he was no match.

The other was the elder in the painting, his "old acquaintance", though the other might not be aware of his existence because he was a deity existing because of the power of the dominus of stories, while the dominus of stories existed because of himself.

If the comer was Lind, he would indeed lose without a doubt, but not necessarily die, because from the "stories" of the other, he knew that Lind wasn’t the type to drive someone to their death; he preferred to subjugate.

If it were the elder in the painting, the situation would definitely be worse.

The elder in the painting, who had escaped from the "Mutated" Moonlight Kingdom, had a paranoid pursuit for the completeness of stories.

The elder in the painting would surely tear him to pieces, flay his skin alive, and then become even more "complete".

"I should’ve listened to them, at least not reveal the Divine Skin on me, but who can refuse storytelling?"

Storytelling is his everything.

"When will I fill up 10 stories!"

"Lind’s tasks are too difficult."

"Who knows how to unlock it? No new story has appeared so far."

Listening to the Undead’s complaints, the Bard felt apologetic because his strength was not enough to tell more stories, and every excerpt of a story required a lot of energy.

But now, the situation seemed to have a slight turn.

The Bard asked the Undead in front of him: "Can you bring Lind Armand to me? The Black Knight?"

"I know where he is, but I can’t summon him."

The other thought without hesitation; as long as Lind appeared within the Undead’s sight, his position could be located without any obstruction.

"I want to see him," the Bard hesitated, then said, "As a reward, I can tell you 10 stories."

A chorus of Wailing erupted on the spot.

"Damn, so that’s how the 10 tasks are completed, no wonder I couldn’t get through."

Bard: ?

What does it mean? He didn’t understand.

Only the Undead in front of him hastily nodded: "Yes, I’ll take you, no, I mean, I’ll bring him to you!"

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