The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 712 - 522: Cackling Massacre Squad_2

Chapter 712: Chapter 522: Cackling Massacre Squad_2

Old Black, a clone of the King of Black Phosphorus, has impressive combat abilities and can summon the King of Black Phosphorus to aid in battle at any time and place, essentially a walking nuke, ready to explode whenever desired.

Lind, or rather Lind Armand himself, used the power of being the master of the story to fabricate an Undead identity for himself, which wouldn’t be exposed as long as he didn’t add friends.

When the Undead were leaving the Magic Land in droves, he also urgently initiated the response plan for the new version.

He knew better than anyone that the "Black Knight Uprising" was a fake 2.0 version, and that the "Ring Knight Conflict" was the real 2.0 version, so gathering as many allies as possible and securing more high-end combat power became one of Lind’s goals.

There’s nothing more suitable than Deities, killing and rebirthing them to quickly elevate to the battlefield.

Those deities avoided him like the plague, he couldn’t take them down, but it wasn’t necessarily impossible for the Undead, as long as he took the lead, the other Undead would follow his lead.

Of course, hyping up the King of Black Phosphorus was just to inflate popularity.

Being a badass NPC isn’t all that, but becoming the top player of the entire server as an Undead, now that’s the real deal.

"Two bosses, can I ask what quest it is? It’s also fine if you don’t tell me if it’s a super-secret quest." Magic Bull was just rubbing his hands together.

He wasn’t the first to come over and inquire, but Lind hadn’t given any response yet.

They’ve got full teams; they shouldn’t waste their effort on oneself. They should be putting all they have into expanding territories for the Lord, excavating materials, and mining ores, not coming here for an easy win.

An easy win, one loser is all it takes. Human resources shouldn’t be wasted; otherwise, more and more people will like being a loser, you have to grind in the game.

Lind recognized this messenger, especially his name, which was simply too memorable.

"What’s your name?"

"Just Magic Bull."

"..."

"Just call me Bull if that’s fine." Magic Bull himself didn’t see any problem with his name, and to build rapport, he even made his nickname sound a bit more subtle.

There were also people named "She Said She’s Not Easy" and "Pang the Gale," what weird names were there not?

"The quest isn’t secretive; it’s related to the Majestic Shield; it’s a prelude quest to opening the ’Undead Kingdom’ dungeon."

"Damn!" Magic Bull almost knelt down, "Dad, take me with you!"

Calling someone dad on the internet is nothing, after all, no one knows who anyone is once offline.

Old Black was startled; someone wanted to take advantage of him. The Undead were really insatiable. He thought those who wanted to become servants of a great dragon were already delusional enough, but someone actually wanted to skip countless ranks and become his son.

"Taking you? Sure."

Lind was thinking of finding a mobile camera to record the process, the most important thing was to lead the Undead to aggressively attack the Deities, then he could reap the benefits on the sideline.

And Magic Bull, in terms of overall strength or connections, was definitely bottom of the barrel.

The Undead trash, just perfect.

High-end Undead teams are quite intimidating, but bottom feeders are different, very much fitting the "As long as I’m up, it’s all good" mindset, capable of becoming the mainstream.

"Boss, whatever conditions you have, just say them, except I can’t take off my pants, otherwise I owe you big time, even a rectal temp check."

Magic Bull was thumping his chest loudly; as long as the two bosses were willing to take him on the quest, he’d even willingly hand over the Black Phosphorus King Set and Black Knight Greatsword.

Lind with a dark face: "Roll out, you’re here for material picking, no need for you in the battle."

"There’s such a good deal?"

In the game, any equipment worn could be stripped off, what you see is what you get, so the freedom is very high, hence you have to do your own looting after killing monsters. In this situation, the one responsible for picking up materials could sneak some away without anyone knowing.

But after some thought, Magic Bull decided to stick to the straight and narrow, hugging the boss’s thighs feels amazing, only a fool would make enemies with the boss over some small gains, bosses usually like to take newbies, and as long as you sweet-talk a bit and cheer on with six six sixes, you won’t miss out on benefits.

"I agree, I’ll do all the dirty and tiring work, absolutely no problem!"

Old Black, Lind, and Magic Bull formed a temporary raiding party, completely inconspicuous among the vast hordes of Undead on the Enstad Continent.

"Two bosses, you handle the wholesale slaughter, and I’ll do the picking! Where are we heading next?"

Lind asked, "Have you done that Bard role-playing quest? The one that goes to the Undead Kingdom?"

Magic Bull nodded: "The one looking for the Majestic Shield?"

"Right, we’re looking for the Majestic Shield to trigger the story, the quest rewards are high, and you might get special equipment." Lind nonchalantly promised big rewards.

Only blind boxes spark the drive to strive.

"Some had searched for Him before and could never trigger the secret storyline. So there really is a quest, huh." Magic Bull exclaimed but also felt it made perfect sense.

The two briefly discussed the upcoming clearance process, while Old Black was busy styling.

The rare Furious Flame Hammer set of the King of Black Phosphorus; wherever it goes, it’s the flashiest outfit.

Magic Bull also lived up to expectations, after asking Lind, he immediately began recording, intending to fully document the "hidden quest" process.

Being able to "pick pick" at the side of a boss is also a form of strength.

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Those Undead who, from the start to the end of the game version, could never leave the Newbie Village Continent, they could only brush up on videos online, listening to the analyses of others.