The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 702 - 517: King of Black Phosphorus Delivered to the Door_2

Chapter 702: Chapter 517: King of Black Phosphorus Delivered to the Door_2

"There’s no monsters to kill, might as well cause some trouble."

Magic Bull was only thinking about returning after completing the quest, enduring the hardships to come back, then watching other Undead blissfully farming materials. It was clear which option to choose.

"Would it be a problem if I postpone the quest for a month or two?"

Aren’t all video games like this? A supposedly urgent quest can be held off for months without conversation.

Unlike now, he could totally hitch a ride to farm materials and gear up really well.

Getting a set of equipment here was much easier than in the Undead-led Newbie Village.

Tempting.

"It doesn’t matter when I submit the quest!"

Magic Bull set his heart on gearing up first and then joined a team.

This team’s setup was quite interesting.

Five Wizards.

This lineup, enough to make one despair, made Magic Bull, who had little experience surviving in Magic Land, want to turn around and leave.

"Don’t worry, our team leader is awesome," an Undead noticing his worried expression immediately said.

"Team leader?"

"Old Black, the strongest magic tank in Magic Land, and without a doubt the only one."

Magic Bull looked around and finally fixed his gaze on a man wearing a cool black Magic Armor, his face quite ordinary, hair black, and his skin somewhat dark.

He also had vertical pupils, and his teeth seemed a bit sharp.

His weapon looked like a pair of claws.

No problem with this outfit, there are weirder ones than Old Black.

The Undead called Old Black nodded with a grunt.

"Now that we have enough people, let’s set off."

"Old Black, I haven’t even introduced myself yet, acting all aloof again?"

"My bad, my bad!"

Old Black raised his hands in resignation: "What’s your name?"

"Magic Bull."

As Magic Bull finished speaking, the others were stunned, it was as if someone had hit the mute button.

Some even sneakily gave a thumbs up, but there were also plenty with similarly crazy names, and they got used to it eventually.

"Let’s go." Old Black urged again.

"Are you in a hurry to log off?"

"Yeah, in a hurry to log off."

While heading to the Gravel Mountain Range Beasts area, a companion said to Magic Bull, "Don’t mind Old Black’s aloof demeanor, he’s actually quite reserved."

Magic Bull quietly nodded. As a newbie, needing the guidance from the pros, he spoke less and did more. If he was lucky with farming materials, it would save him a lot of effort in the game’s future.

"There’s a group of Beasts ahead."

"Wait, it looks like Camel Wolves, don’t attack, only the hump on its back is edible, but it tastes awful."

"Let’s go."

The group kept turning corners in search, eventually finding a Beast with a dragon-like head.

"Looks like an Earth Dragon."

"It’s not an Earth Dragon, probably not even a sub-dragon," Old Black said, "It just looks a bit like one, let’s attack."

Everyone started casting spells simultaneously, covering themselves in various enchanting auras, some spells usable only on themselves, others on teammates.

Some took out vials of Magic Potion, pouring it on their swords, or bringing out some blessed items, kissing them then pressing them against their foreheads, mumbling to themselves.

Magic Bull joined in, but his equipment was quite ordinary, all brought from the Newbie Village Continent, nothing special, and he didn’t even have the money to replace it with Magic Prosthetics.

Thinking of Magic Prosthetics, he suddenly looked at Old Black, unlike his teammates who had Mechanical Ascension to enhance their strengths, Old Black surprisingly showed no signs of modification.

"How is that possible?"

The strength of Undead is only level 20, with the level cap not yet unlocked. How can Old Black gain such powerful strength with just a simple Undead body?

They all charged forward, Magic Bull watched Old Black go berserk alone, his clawed hands like sharp daggers, effortlessly slicing through the "Earth Dragon’s" outer beast scales.

"Holy cow, so fast!"

He rushed to help, but suddenly everything went black in front of him, by the time he regained his senses his body was already soaring in the air, his health in critical condition.

From this height, the few drops of blood he had left would definitely be wiped out in an instant.

At the crucial moment, a breeze held him up, gently placing him on the ground.

Cat came to help the Magic Bull recover physically; soon, he could stand up again.

After the near-disastrous experience with the Cat Car, looking at Old Black fighting in the center of the battlefield made the Magic Bull realize just how terrifying his strength was: maximum agility, full damage, and complete evasion.

Once healed, he immediately charged back into the fight and chose not to face it head-on but instead took a roundabout route, allowing himself to dodge attacks and deal some damage at the same time.

Though it was somewhat slack, it was safer.

No one else blamed him; aside from Old Black, everyone else was also slacking off to some extent because they were all fragile and lacked flashy moves, so they had to rely on the pro to lead.

After a loud "Boom", the Earth Dragon Beast fell to the ground.

"Nice job."

"Time to divvy up the loot."

The Magic Bull watched from the side, thinking Old Black made the largest contribution and should pick first, but to his surprise, the other people actively began dismembering the body.

"Which part do you want?"

"Huh? Doesn’t Old Black want the materials?"

"He’s professional in leading, doesn’t take money, just plays for fun."

"Got it."

So, he was the kind of pro who enjoyed leading newbies.

What a nice guy.

With Old Black’s help, everyone returned fully loaded with materials this time.

"I’m going to craft a new weapon, wanna come and see?" Undead A, who really liked to talk, asked.

The Magic Bull nodded. Considered ’taciturn’ but actually not very talkative, Old Black surprisingly nodded too, which really did prove he was taciturn.

After the influx of Undead, the atmosphere in the Eternal Summer Nest was gradually changing. Now, people like Golden Claw·Quik, instead of seeking advice from Beasts, were actively working for Lind’s subordinates.

This included processing materials, sorting them, building houses, cooking, or helping different deities establish their religious sites for attracting Undead to receive temporary blessings.

The biggest change was at the blacksmith shop, or maybe call it a blacksmith factory.

"It’s opened! It’s opened!" Undead A rubbed his hands and, holding the number plate, found his weapon.

"Holy, how come this weapon looks different?"

His teammates immediately gathered around.

"How are the stats? Let me see!"

"Stats, Lind Armand favorability +10! Damn, a Succubus blade!"

Everyone knew, getting Lind’s favorability up was toughest, not only hard to increase but also easy to decrease, and now here was a Succubus blade.

What can high favorability levels do?

Confess, exchange items at a lower price or even for free, make him fight for you, and this rule applies to all NPCs, including some boss-level NPCs.

If you could increase Lind’s favorability and then have him fight for you, that would be unimaginable.

The Magic Bull watched enviously, his own materials still insufficient but if he could stick with this team for a while, perhaps he could quickly gather enough materials.

Thinking of this, he suddenly noticed Old Black seemed to have disappeared.

"Where did Old Black go?"

"Don’t worry about him, I’ll message him privately in a bit."

...

Lind eyed the man dressed as an Undead in front of him, expression severe.

Seventh ring? Eighth? He wasn’t sure how strong the man actually was, only that he was undoubtedly more powerful than himself.

That hidden NPC who had emitted a dragon roar last time, it had to be him.

Because Lind also felt the restlessness typical of being a Dragon Knight, meaning the other party was likely a giant dragon.

"May I ask who you are?"

"King of Black Phosphorus."

Lind wasn’t a newcomer to the Magic Land anymore, with many secrets already unveiled to him; he didn’t need to gather fragmented information like the Undead and then classify it.

The King of Black Phosphorus, one of the Knights of the Apocalypse, the dragon belonging to [Dragon Knight] Hastings.

"What does your highness seek?"

"I want a co-brand model of the King of Black Phosphorus."

"What?"

"Co-branded weapons, equipment, character cards."

Lind: "..."

Truly a taciturn old dragon.

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