The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 858 - 593: The Locusts Pass By

Chapter 858: Chapter 593: The Locusts Pass By

The vast and boundless Cursed Land was illuminated by a dim yellow sky.

Four figures passed through the Space Gate and arrived in this space.

"Is this the new map for the internal test? Magic Wasteland? We’re not here to pick up trash, are we?"

The Dragon Scale Sword looked around until a large, trembling armor blocked his view.

He looked up, and it was the Moon Slash Blade.

Good brothers shouldn’t be so distant, yet despite such a beautifully crafted character, he hadn’t let the others use it even once.

"Look over there, I see a bunch of red names!"

"Up for a big one?"

"Let’s do the task first."

They had only one chance to access the Internal Testing Continent, so they had to hold on and survive as long as they could.

"No need to open the map," the Black Tortoise Shield said. "This map is still in internal test; it will definitely change in the future. But the game’s officials are bold, letting us freely pick up trash?"

"Yes," Vortex Mouth nodded, "The weapons and attributes of the internal test map haven’t been finely adjusted yet, which could easily overbalance and ruin the game experience. Another possibility is that their weapons and such are designed, just not meticulously polished."

"That’s more likely."

"Let’s go, shield up, stealth mode, sneak past."

At the same time, undead continuously entered this land, all enhancing themselves with various magic skills before crossing the Teleportation Gate, reducing their presence, becoming invisible, silencing sound, and masking their scent.

The undead’s pouches had a bit of everything. Aside from a few who enjoyed stealth gameplay, most found it not fun because the NPCs were too smart, making failure incredibly frustrating.

In this situation, the undead would only frantically research ways to increase the success rate of stealth.

This "Ghost Operation" began boldly.

Fortunately, considering the instability of space, General Mag didn’t station the army right next to the Teleportation Gate, but at a certain distance. This distance gave the undead a chance to catch their breath.

They landed on this land, squatted, and sneaked away stealthily.

Their movements were fluid and natural, a familiar routine.

They had assassinated bosses before, though without inflicting much damage. Compared to the boss, these "intruders" were not as challenging.

Units of undead ran into each other, greeted, and tactically formed temporary corps, marching quickly towards Lind’s temporary coordinates.

Iron-armored Knights riding long-tusked elephants roamed around.

The consumption of resources for the expedition was terrifying; they had to keep plundering. Apart from the top-tier figures in high towers and stone pillars avoiding provocation, the Iron-armored Knights had swept through twelve small factions already.

Those inferior cursers living in burrows, cracks, and mud pits had no choice but to hand over their gains under the strikes of spiked chain hammers.

"If a few undead don’t die, they won’t learn.

The Iron-armored Knight gently swung the weapon in his hand; the chain hammer whistled in the air mournfully.

Behind him was the team responsible for transporting supplies, fully armed, exuding suppressed joy.

A bountiful harvest, the recent quota was finally met.

"Whoosh—"

A heavy long arrow suddenly flew, narrowly missing the Iron-armored Knight’s head, grazing his shoulder and embedding itself in the head of a Curse Soldier escorting the supplies behind him.

Thick sap splattered.

The head got pinned to the back wheel of a supply cart, the body dragged by the immense force, causing the loaded cart to shake violently, nearly tipping over.

The Iron-armored Knight swiftly turned, looking behind, staring at the terrifyingly long arrow as tall as himself.

"Enemy attack!"

The horn blared.

On the other side.

"Damn!"

Undead cursed, clapping their hand, putting away the giant bow.

"Just a bit short."

Ultra-long-range sniping, with the enemy appearing as tiny as ants in their vision, so the gathered undead decided to let the on-site pure strength Knight draw and shoot.

With so many gamers, every possible playstyle emerged.

A pure strength violent Knight, relying solely on equipment for magic resistance, using no magic, an extreme muscle-bound character.

In this game world where magic dominated, this was undoubtedly an anomaly, but such anomalies could wield unique weapons akin to siege machines.

As an undead unit, he could easily receive all the magical buffs from teammates.

During undead PVP, pure strength Knights with low magic resistance got overwhelmed easily, but on the battlefield, they were like missiles, striking from outside enemy sightlines.

"Continue!"

After a few more sniping attempts, the enemies were prepared, minimizing the damage.

"Attack."

"Wizard group, ready."

"With our numbers, do we even need that?"

The undead shouted "Urah" and charged.

The Iron-armored Knight on the long-tusked elephant was now fully alert, with the enemy attacking from beyond his sight line. Even squinting to look at the far end, he saw only tiny ant-like figures.

Ordinary people seeing ant-sized figures indicated a distance of approximately 500-1000 meters, but for Heroic Rank fighters, covering 500 meters with strides was easy, yet this distance even they found hard to cross effortlessly.

Then the Iron-armored Knight saw the "ants" running towards him, only a few hundred in number.

As they got close, he realized those "ants" were all humans!