The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 844 - 586: They All Committed Suicide After Getting the Goods

Chapter 844: Chapter 586: They All Committed Suicide After Getting the Goods

When Magain Elliot returned with surprises in resources, another surprise followed.

"Have those people agreed? Will they really sell resources to us?"

Mag looked at the resources delivered before him.

It was more ample than what Elliot brought back, and the price was ten times cheaper.

"Hehe, how laughable these greedy people are."

Mag had never expected that world to be so interesting, suspected official forces were setting up platforms to sell material resources, while the guardians were smuggling like thieves.

When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam bends.

"Let them taste some sweetness, eventually everything in that world will be ours!"

Such disunity, a Material Plane full of holes, if he didn’t take it back, Mag felt he would regret it for life.

"How do we contact them?"

"You need to send the Black Holy Son to maintain contact with them."

On another side.

At Sky Star Magic School, the undead gathered together.

They looked at the undead holding the Black Holy Son, who successfully established contact with the enemy forces.

The process was not torturous; after obtaining the item, the undead directly killed the enemy’s main personnel, successfully escaping the dungeon.

The undead started a livestream, letting everyone hear his conversation with the other side.

"Indeed, all of us hope to proceed with this trade."

"We need cursed equipment, cursed weapons, anything of value, but most importantly weapons and equipment. If you have secret techniques for training, it’s even better."

"Quantity? The more the better, of course!"

"Alright, let’s set a time."

The communication ended.

Someone immediately decided to go mining to earn money.

"Brothers, I have a bold idea," but someone proposed a different thought, "Who says we really have to give them the items?"

...

Completely unaware that the other side planned to default on the trade before it even started, Mag was already commanding his army to besiege surrounding small forces.

Pillaging their wealth.

Mountains of supplies piled up, numerous cursed weapons squeezed together, evil aura entangled, exuding a chilling and spooky atmosphere.

While initiating war internally, Mag proactively met with the Mage.

His gaze once again struggled to move away from the Mage’s fair toes.

"As I said before, we cannot break through the defenses of that land in a short time, but its original inhabitants are very greedy, willing to exchange precious resources for cursed relics with us."

"Interesting trade." The red-robed mage lightly swayed his toes, "So, you pillaged the surroundings?"

"Time is tight." Mag didn’t think he had done wrong.

The world is survival of the fittest, especially so in the Cursed Land.

"I await your good news."

"Next time, I will surely bring good news."

Mag retreated as he left, drawing a deep breath upon exiting the tower. The pressure in front of the supreme mage made his heart feel it had stopped, and worse yet, he couldn’t suppress his desire.

Different races, different aesthetics, but he was always attracted by the mage, perhaps by the swirling robe, or the fair toes, the mage’s entire being carried an inexplicable charm.

This time, he must bring back sufficient results.

With gain comes loss, at least on this land, his position temporarily surpassed everyone.

...

Under the backdrop of this mutually initiated illegal smuggling trade, Lind found the invaders gone.

Dungeon could not be matched.

The undead found a method to bypass him and trade with the invaders; Lind wouldn’t forcibly stop them. He had been spying on the undead, watching them formulate a plan to freeload.

Even the influx of numerous cursed relics into Magic Land did not concern him; facing millions of undead consumer market, no matter how many relics came, they could absorb and digest them without pressure.

Lind took the time to return to the War Throne, confirming the addition of numerous Mechanical Believers accelerated research speed, this period of no invasions just extended the time for the production of the Space Stabilizer.

The War Throne was lively as ever, despite multiple towns opening teleportation circles, everyone still preferred to stay, chatting, arguing, completely turning the place into a "game lobby."

"Lind! Hey! Look at me!"

Lind moved his gaze from the precise magical machinery before him, focusing on the figure ahead.

[Witch] Hila, upon knowing Lind’s return, proactively approached him, enthusiastically recommending her new product, a sure-to-make-undead-feel-deja-vu magical APP.

"What? Do you need my help?" Lind initially gave the Witch something to do, moving her attention away from himself.

Judging by the situation, she took it as a career.

"Of course." She handed a Crystal Ball in front of Lind, "You can see many interesting things inside."

Fish-eye lens, with exaggerated distortion at the edges.

Lind peered into the Crystal Ball, discovering inside was the figure of the Witch Hila.

The goddess was indeed beautiful, showcasing her charm in every way, only pity the gender was ambiguous, male or female entirely at her whim.

Admiring her fair long legs, Lind moved his gaze and glanced at Hila, much of her was covered by the robe.

Unsure, another look.

"What do you think?" She asked expectantly.

"Hmm, perhaps it will be good?" Lind wouldn’t say that if the undead wanted to surf the internet, they could directly use brain waves, thinking about what to see in a thought.

Many were watching videos while fighting

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