The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 847 - 587: The Castaway_2

Chapter 847: Chapter 587: The Castaway_2

That leaves resurrection as the only advantage.

"So, is Lind attacking?"

"I don’t think that’s likely."

No game has ever kept an NPC as the main character for so long.

From the beta version to the current 2.2 release, Lind has always been the protagonist, which makes the perspective too narrow and isn’t conducive to adding new content.

"I think it’s still too early," Qiuyue spoke up.

As he observed the surroundings, he didn’t forget to share his analysis.

"Misty Rain City hasn’t been completely reclaimed yet. Not to mention the sealed objects underground; each one isn’t much weaker than the Abyss. They start at a minimum of 5 rings and can’t be killed. This version’s storyline alone could drag on for several years."

The others nodded.

Indeed, in terms of scope, no game can compare. It is completely free-form; you see what you get, and you can play however you like.

Next, the Ring Knights central to the boss battles will surely need to hold out for a while; otherwise, the game developers won’t be able to produce further content updates.

The journey was tense but safe. They stayed in the farthest corners and dared not use magic for fear of attracting attention.

In this situation, the physically weak Undead Wizards blended into the surroundings as if they were invisible, easily avoiding patrols.

Despite many people’s deep hatred toward the stealth and hiding aspects of the game, they were very pleased to be hiding at this moment.

Avoiding a fight altogether felt great.

After circumventing the battlefield, they arrived at a collapsed building, where the embers of battle hadn’t yet extinguished. Large fragments were covered by dirt.

"Can you guys smell that?" Gouge suddenly spoke up.

"What?" The others looked at Gouge in confusion.

"The scent of blood in the wind."

"Damn, what have you modified this time?"

"Bro, flesh is weak; mechanical ascension is the way to go." Gouge patted his chest, producing a thumping sound.

"No money," the other three rolled their eyes.

For them, death was just death; losing an arm or a leg meant they’d be resurrected and back to normal. But magical mechanical modifications didn’t carry over – they were purely one-time toys.

It would be beneficial if someone nearby could recover their gear. With Gouge’s level of modification, he’d have to be damaged over 70% for it to really affect him.

In simpler terms, post-modification, Gouge had a very short health bar but extremely thick magical and physical armor. You couldn’t kill him without breaking the armor, and once it broke, everything he had on would be reduced to scrap metal.

The battlefield before them only dated back about ten days, and the smell of blood indicated conflict had occurred recently.

They awkwardly climbed over the ruins to a broken wall, knelt down high up, and used Wang Yuan’s device to look into the distance.

"Wait, it really seems like someone is being attacked."

"This place isn’t so peaceful after all. I thought with their outward invasions, there’d be no internal conflict."

In the distance, a Red Armored Knight riding a mammoth was battling an army, wielding a chain hammer.

The Undead immediately recognized the army as the same invaders from the Sky Star Magic School, with their identical look and needle-like teeth. They couldn’t be mistaken.

The Red Armored Knight charged into the troops; with a light swing of the chain hammer, he sent figures flying like a bat hitting a ball.

The mammoth beneath him shook its head, its trunk coated with thick scales. A single sweep sent soldiers flying, creating a barren spot.

The invader soldiers, however, moved like nimble locusts, jumping onto the Red Armored Knight’s shoulder, whom he subsequently grabbed and slammed to the ground.

But there were simply too many soldiers, undeterred by death and surging forward.

Soon, the mammoth without arms was submerged, its trunk flinging one last soldier before falling with a mournful cry.

The dismounted Red Armored Knight was dragged into the mire, gradually becoming unable to battle, and was eventually pinned down alongside the mammoth.

"What are they doing?"

"Internal strife or a robbery?"

"Wait, isn’t that a trade caravan over there!" Gouge pointed into the distance with his enhanced eyes.

The other three looked quickly.

Indeed, a trade caravan was helplessly watching the army swipe their horse carriages, with one person attempting to speak up before being immediately smashed into scrap metal.

"Scrap metal?"

The three focused their gazes on Gouge.

"Gouge, is that your relative?"

"It might actually be mechanical, but it’s hard to tell if they’re Mechanical Believers."

"Why do we see Mechanical God Cult’s iron lumps everywhere?"

"I’ll go over and negotiate." Gouge decided decisively.

The four headed toward the recently looted trade caravan, with Gouge leading the way.

They heard someone crying as they approached.

"I’ll lodge a protest with the Mage’s council, condemning your barbaric actions! Boohoo..."

"Dude, stop crying; your engine oil is leaking," Gouge stepped forward to comfort.

Half the caravan were Mechanical Believers, while the other half were from the Cursed Land.

They saw a person with a finely-crafted face, whose body was pitch-black with sharp joints at the knees and elbows.

That face was purely decorative.

"Who are you?"

"I’m like you," Gouge patted his chest.

His steel body made a thumping noise.

But the other didn’t believe him.

The iron lumps were different, after all.

Lind’s mechanical believers produced magical mechanics featuring gears, which spun rapidly when powered, showcasing the magic and mechanical marvels openly.

On the contrary, the other iron lumps were closer to heavy and cumbersome machinery.

No visible gears, not driven by magic but another power. Gouge felt a strong and evil force from their chest cavity.

However, when the other party saw 21 Assists and the others, their attitude changed drastically.

"You, how did you... How did you find them, brother? I am so envious. This is a huge fortune."

"What?" Gouge quickly adapted, "Ah, these guys? Do you know the war happening over there?"

He pointed to where they came from.

"Of course, why else would we have been robbed!" the other was exasperated, "We did nothing wrong, but because of a single order from that bastard Mag, everyone had to hand over everything unconditionally."

"Yes, Mag is such a bastard," said the Undead without any guilt.

Drawing close to someone by sharing a common enemy was a lowly but effective trick. Criticizing Mag was evidently a good tactic, and the other party seemed more amiable, to Gouge’s surprise.

"We small merchants depend on making some money. Unlike you..." Suddenly, the other asked, "Are you escorting them alone? Aren’t you afraid they’ll run away?"

Despite the short conversation, he already keenly noticed a key point: the Undead were a rare commodity in the Cursed Land.

Gouge laughed heartily: "Run? What for? Their magic doesn’t work here; they’re useless. Even if I set them free, they wouldn’t get far."

"You’re right, you are quite fortunate to have found them."

The other didn’t hide his envy, casting multiple glances at the Undead.

"So, have you ever found such a thing before?" Gouge caught onto the crucial information.

"Hahaha." The other didn’t respond directly.

"Damn it, are they part of our group!" 21 Assists suddenly shouted, "You will be punished! We won’t let you get away with this!"

They transitioned into their roles quickly.

The other party remained vague, so they concocted a lie to maximize their advantage.

As expected, with 21 Assists’ outburst, the Mechanical Merchant’s expression changed immediately.

"What did you say? Part of your group? How many of you are scattered here?"