The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 789 - 559 Assault on the "Dwarf" Fortress_2

Chapter 789: Chapter 559 Assault on the "Dwarf" Fortress_2

In the next period, my Huanqu Would Not Lose finally completely understood the role of the lab rat, utterly devoid of humanity, getting bombarded and dying over and over every day.

Blasted to delirium, but also reaping some benefits; it’s like gaining a bit of insight into magic.

After being blasted yet again, my Huanqu Would Not Lose resurrected at the spring water, brushed off the mood, and prepared to go back for more blasting.

"Why are there suddenly so many NPCs with golden exclamation marks above their heads?"

The golden exclamation mark, exclusive to Lind Armand.

During this time, the Undead also slowly discovered that [!] in the game didn’t mean much, other NPCs had different symbols representing their identities, but still, that was [!] after all.

Seeing the golden exclamation mark, the Undead couldn’t move; they just wanted to get closer to see, not to mention that these golden exclamation marks were quite cunningly placed above the heads.

He approached an NPC, who was a priest from the Prince of Dual Swords cathedral.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"A prisoner?" The priest looked Huanqu Would Not Lose up and down, "Maybe you can help? I’m troubled by something; the great Prince of Dual Swords, Merkdo, is about to join a war, and he needs powerful soldiers, but his demands are too high; our cathedral can’t even find a single warrior who meets the criteria."

"Can I give it a try?"

"Of course, if you succeed in joining, I’m willing to give you a substantial sum of money as a thank you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I volunteer; I don’t need any thank you money."

As an old hand in the game, my Huanqu Would Not Lose knew that this was the time to choose not to accept money; accepting would mean getting money, but not accepting would mean gaining favor with the other party.

Just some money, not important at all; gaining favor is just a convenient matter.

Reminded of gaining the other party’s favor, the smile on Huanqu Would Not Lose’s face became more pronounced.

"What should I do?"

"Please participate in the selection over at the square. Oh right, remember to state that you are a warrior from the Prince of Dual Swords cathedral; we certainly can’t just go join it completely alone, right?" The priest winked.

Huanqu Would Not Lose also responded with a smile: "Of course."

Arriving at the square, many Undead had gathered; so far, no one had posted discussion videos online, because the quest had come so suddenly that the Undead had no time to release related content, at least not until they figured out what the quest was all about.

The method of selection had a very "Lind Armand" characteristic; there was a sign standing up.

It displayed the required professions, the needed positions within the team, the needed levels, equipment demands, and so on.

Very cold numerical requirements.

"There are 3 Mage slots left, 12 Knight slots, and 2 Priest slots." Scanning quickly, he felt a bit pressed; the opportunities might slip away at any moment.

Soon, the 3 Mage slots were snatched up first.

The Undead who didn’t get a slot also made enquiries.

"Lord, can we do a PK, letting the strongest go up?"

Although everyone didn’t know what this mission was about, it didn’t stop the scramble; just grab the quest first and then figure it out, if others have and I do not, I’ll toss and turn, unable to sleep well.

Now is the time to sleep? Now it’s a nightmare.

"Time is tight, as long as you meet the requirements you may proceed." The NPC patiently explained.

Among those asking were several Princes and Princesses.

"I am a Prince, let me in!" Someone reacted very quickly.

If you have status, use it.

"This is the King’s order." The NPC was distressed.

"Go to Nettle City, there are still a dozen Mage slots there!" A large portion of the crowd dispersed.

Soon it was Huanqu Would Not Lose’s turn.

"I, can fulfill the role of either Knight or Priest."

"You need to go there for a test."

"Yes."

A profession should not limit one’s true combat style, just like my Huanqu Would Not Lose; he’s reached a level where he can adapt to any role.

The number was quickly made up; multiple locations were concurrently screening for the scarce slots – those who were quick got a slot, those who were slow missed out.

They all came to the War Throne, 20,000 Undead.

Watching Lind in his fully armed Melted Armor, the Undead couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

At the same time, someone broadcasted this scene live.

’My Huanqu will not lose.’ Quietly listening to Lind’s speech, he remembered that the other party was a master speaker, very eloquent.

Lind waved his hand, and the Undead immediately felt a change in their body; their armor and various stunning outfits disappeared, and they were instead dressed in uniform armor.

It was mainly silver, engraved with obscure Magic Runes, with gears slowly rotating as decoration, and blood-like light being transmitted through the Magic Runes to every part of their body, outlining their rough contours.

"Temporary skin?" Someone, surprised, touched the armor on their bodies and chose to take off their clothes.

Indeed, what they took off was the original equipment worn on their bodies.

"Red, green, blue; red is for Knights, blue is for Wizards, green is for support." ’My Huanqu will not lose.’ He immediately understood the purpose of this operation.

To facilitate identity distinction during the war.

At the same time, he was filled with anticipation for the upcoming war.

Different from what he had imagined, Lind said succinctly: "Everyone, keep up with the team, not allowed to stray more than one kilometer from the team."

Without giving any mission description, he had to prevent the possibility of the Undead leaking information, perhaps some of them were even broadcasting live, and if Duke Hein, whom Lind considered a rival, was alerted, it would definitely lead to a conflict.

"Move out!"

The team advanced, and the Undead, full of doubts, followed deep into Misty Rain City.

With Lind leading the way, the team advanced smoothly, encountering no disputes along the way, and even if some Sunless City Soldiers went mad and tried to charge at them, they were easily slaughtered by Lind.

At the same time.

’King of Kings’ Duke Hein was lounging casually on the War Throne.

A few Undead bodies turned slowly into ashes in his sight, the Crest on half of his face also dimmed from bright to dull, finally becoming a regular tattoo.

He bent down to pick up a wine glass.

"Equipment retrieval? Trade freedom? Ha!"

Having been fooled by the Undead once before, Duke Hein did not look kindly upon the Undead who came to provoke him now; the few Undead just now were killed instantly for overstepping.

He looked at the Undead trembling in front of him.

"Stop pretending, you’re not really afraid, are you?"

As expected, the Undead stopped trembling and elegantly lifted their head, saying, "Indeed, you can’t do anything to us, but I’m not here to challenge you, I hope we can cooperate."

"Cooperate?" Duke Hein repeated to himself.

"Otherwise, you will only be devoured by Lind Armand."

"Him? A barbarian from the countryside."

"Also the new Lord of Misty Rain City."

"Humph!"

Duke Hein fell silent.

"He has now organized an elite team, personally leading them to the depths of Misty Rain City, apparently for some purpose, but we know nothing." The Undead continued.

Not letting you know is the right move; beneath Duke Hein’s seemingly relaxed exterior was a highly vigilant heart.

Having truly suffered a loss once, he now regarded the Undead as an adversary not to be underestimated.

"What do you want to say?"

"No matter what Lind Armand intends to do, we can’t always be one step behind him," said the Undead, "organize people to snatch it."

"Hehehahahaha!" Duke Hein laughed heartily, looking up, "You have enough people, you can go yourselves, or are you incapable of dealing with those strong under Lind Armand?"

"Lord, I’m thinking of your interests," said the Undead.

A sword light flew out and pinned the Undead to the ground, disbelief in their eyes as they turned to ashes, muttering to themselves until the end, "Damn, are NPCs getting crafty now?"

Duke Hein coldly snorted as he looked at the ashes, while quietly nursing his doubts.

"Is Lind Armand doing this for those Dwarves? Although they are a bit arrogant, they are indeed very good subordinates."

Following Lind’s actions has always been the right decision, so this time he would follow suit.

Snatching Dwarves, he too would take action.