The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 739 - 534: Birth of a Mount_2

Chapter 739: Chapter 534: Birth of a Mount_2

The seemingly rule-based "title acquisition" was actually a task issued by the Beastmaster with open eyes.

He had been living with Lind for so long that he knew how to use the Undead for his own benefit, and it was a win-win situation, although the Beastmaster won more.

A giant Wolf raced away from the Land of Beasts, its back against the moonlight.

Shattered light guided the way ahead.

On the Wolf’s back lay Princess Magdalena, her gaze solemn.

The worst-case scenario had unfolded. Lind Armand, whom she had once cunningly expelled from the Undead-led Newbie Village, had now established his own city-state named the War Throne and taken in a large number of powerful Undead.

The number of transfers from other Material Planes to the Undead-led Newbie Village had plummeted, and those who did arrive only came to get a cat from Beast Girl Soralis before leaving without looking back, heading for the War Throne.

For this reason, Magdalena even opened "return trips", having heard from many Undead saying that the War Throne provided return trips, allowing them to move freely between Magic Land and other continents.

Then things got worse. The Undead, who had to stay in the Land of Beasts for a while due to the long journey, would now take a cat and return directly to other continents, then choose to take Lind’s transportation to the War Throne, without taking any additional steps.

Magdalena got nothing out of it and ended up using the Corruption King Grace as a tool, exhausting her to the brink.

Now the whole Undead-led Newbie Village resembled a living ghost town, with masses of Undead arriving every day, yet not a single one stayed.

"What is he doing this for?" Magdalena could not comprehend.

What good does it do for Lind Armand to let the Undead move freely between different Planes? At most, he could collect some travel fees, but a simple summary by the Corruption King could tell that it was a loss-making shouting match.

For the truly powerful, moving between different Planes is just a matter of tearing through space, a minor affair, but for the weaker ones who can’t, it’s an ultimate problem that they can’t solve even if they spend all they have.

Those who can do it, find it easy; those who can’t, find it impossible.

The real reason Magdalena decided to go to the War Throne was that Lind had silently begun his offensive on Misty Rain City.

She successfully managed to brush Lind aside, but now she must have Lind agree to join; the war is not feasible without Lind and his Undead.

"Such a desperate loyalty."

Lying on the back of the Wolf, Magdalena couldn’t help but sigh in her heart. She had paid a lot - money, power, reputation, etc. - yet the Undead chose to take the sugar-coating and leave the grenade behind, and even faced with various punishments and threats, they steadfastly chose to follow Lind.

As the Wolf ran at full speed, the surrounding scenery also dragged rapidly backward.

Recalling the cooperation with Lind, Magdalena felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She even regretted that if she hadn’t thought of kicking Lind out at the time, but had cooperated with him properly, maybe now they could join forces to fight back to Misty Rain City.

She was heavy-hearted all the way. When the desolation lessened and greenery started appearing on the ground, she knew she was about to re-enter her former territory.

The road was even, shaded by trees on both sides. Under the shade were temporary abodes built by the Undead.

The lush branches weighed down by vibrant fruits emitted a refreshing fragrance that uplifted the spirits.

Misty Rain City was even further ahead. From this direction, one could see the towering buildings intentionally dispersing the sunlight, the white and gold castle oddly shaped upon the mountain.

The sporadic flashes of explosive light scattering the clouds conveyed how fierce the fighting was there.

It was like two different worlds.

The battle on one side, the harmony on the other.

Having dealt with the Undead for so long, Magdalena had grown accustomed to such a scene.

The Undead, clad in shining armor and wielding exaggerated weapons, passed by; anyone who recognized Magdalena would greet her, but she thought the Undead were probably more interested in the giant Wolf she rode.

This Wolf was an incarnation of the power of the Corruption King, and so let her not, to appease the hearts of the Undead, bestow it upon them.

"Even Lind Armand wouldn’t be able to gift such a precious mount, right?"

She believed that on this front she was on par with Lind, no, perhaps even had an edge. Corruption King Grace’s bears, lions, and wolves could also tame some beasts and gift them to the Undead.

A few tens of thousands would not be an issue.

In the midst of her reverie, Magdalena had already arrived before the War Throne, with the city-state wide open, seemingly unconcerned about uninvited enemies.

"Such arrogance."

She had just murmured when she realized the giant wolf beneath her wouldn’t move an inch.

"What’s wrong?" Magdalena couldn’t help but ask.

The wolf’s body trembled.

The young-faced Princess was oblivious to it, but the wolf could see very clearly that this city-state was home to a vast number of strong entities, especially one terrifying existence that was far beyond itself. Its breathing alone was enough to paralyze the wolf with fear, as if it were in the presence of the Beastmaster in his prime.

No, perhaps even stronger than the Beastmaster in his prime!

She patted the giant wolf but to no avail; it regarded the city-state as the Abyss that reaps lives and hesitated to take even half a step forward.

Seeing this, Magdalena had no choice but to leap off the wolf’s back and let it turn into a stream of light onto her body, transforming into a wolf emblem that rested on her chest.

"There are powerful beings," the wolf emblem conveyed the message.

She had anticipated this.

The King of Black Phosphorus, the Prince of Dual Swords, Ana Ghost, as well as Lind Armand and his fiancée had long since been discussed among the Undead, and those tales had reached her ears.

No wonder the giant wolf was too afraid to move, they’re all ruthless gods, better tuck your tail like a good dog.

Without a doubt, War Throne was a city-state comparable to the Undead-led Newbie Village. The number of Undead there had once been sparse and their power weak; enormous effort went into building Newbie Village.

But now, there were a substantial number of Heroic Rank Undead, as well as Deities. A city rising from the ground was as simple as drinking water.

Trying to find an Undead to assign her a quest and inform her about the specifics within War Throne, Magdalena was rejected.

"Rejected, even for this?"

She held a bag of beast teeth, her eyes empty with confusion.

The development of the Undead progressed too rapidly, to the extent that Magdalena could not have anticipated that what once would lead Undead to fight over would now not even garner interest.

"What do you need?" After another failed attempt, she had no choice but to stop an Undead and ask directly.

The Undead replied: "Points, War Points, or equipment blueprints, scarce materials."

Following the recent influence of the King of Black Phosphorus, the pursuit of numbers and more beautiful equipment had become the Undead’s quest. Who wouldn’t want to 1V1 defeat a boss?

Reaching the level cap is just the beginning, getting equipment, skills, passives, Blessings and so on are the true gameplay.

Listening to this, Magdalena confirmed that she possessed none of these things. Lind had dominated the conversation on equipment in Newbie Village, even beating her in equipment recycling and dragging her down along with it.

"The reward you offer is too low," the Undead remarked with disdain, "it might be fine in Newbie Village, but here in War Throne? Tsk."

Seeing the Undead’s expression, Magdalena suddenly remembered that this fellow probably had once joined her army and later fled.

But she had no way to deal with him.

She could visit alone, but she soon felt the Undead’s malice towards NPCs who weren’t good-looking. Her inquiries were largely ignored, and the few answers she got were impatient.

Merely rushing through, Magdalena marveled at Lind’s grand investments, the magnificent architecture, the squares wider than those in Newbie Village, theaters, shopping districts, gourmet streets, Temple areas of Deities, etc. The complex functions comprised the War Throne.

Places where Deities resided were not accessible to non-believers. They were the backbone of this city, their tall towers looking down upon the people within the city-state.

Elsewhere, they may seem out of place, but here they blended in perfectly, perhaps this was the special filter that "power" brought.

Magdalena’s gaze shifted, and she saw a familiar face.

Tione.

Unable to find Lind Armand and with no one to introduce her, perhaps the wife’s route was more suited for her.