The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 28 - opening cutscene

28: Chapter 28 opening cutscene

28 -28 opening cutscene

Lind gazed towards the north.

Even with his vision far surpassing that of ordinary people, all he could see was a vast expanse of darkness.

Players could contact other players through posts and were aware of the Scavenger’s Nest beyond Star Dragon Ridge; naturally, Lind knew as well.

Looking for trouble was not in his nature, at least not until his strength was sufficient, because he was very clear about the advantage he and the players had.

With time to slowly develop, the so-called Scavengers wouldn’t even pose a problem.

Considering the players’ nature to level up by fighting monsters, they wouldn’t let those Scavengers off the hook.

As time passed and the map was explored, the Scavengers would naturally be dealt with.

If the players hadn’t discovered the Scavengers sneaking around near Star Dragon Ridge, Lind wouldn’t have so resolutely let the players take the lead in investigating.

Being watched was an unpleasant feeling.

He needed to develop steadily.

If there was anything disrupting that steadiness, he would take action to eliminate it and then continue to develop steadily.

This time, the players’ role was not that of scouts, but of bait.

He was also curious as to why the low-intelligence Scavengers would choose to scout and stalk.

Perhaps a high-level Calamity with great intelligence was controlling the Scavengers from behind, which would be very bad news!

“My lord!”

The soldiers had already assembled.

The Rand infantry’s fine Armor shone in the moonlight; despite years of service, each soldier, including Lind himself, cherished their Armor, maintaining it with care every day.

Armor not only offered the best protection for their bodies but also symbolized their identity.

They too were once the elite of the Rand Kingdom!

What sustained people in this barren post-apocalyptic life was not only a desire for life but also honor, especially after the collapse of faith, when honor became all the more precious.

Hung from their waists were Longswords, short-handled axes, and quivers of crossbow bolts, with shields on their backs.

They left behind old Pete, who was advanced in age, and the rather clever Leo, and the remaining seven, fully equipped, looked to Lind for orders.

Their eyes, gazing at Lind, burned with fire.

Lind seemed to see once again the Rand elite of his memories, an invincible force on the battlefield.

His blood began to burn within him.

There was no pre-battle mobilization, for everyone understood this was a fight they had to face.

“Let’s move!” Lind’s voice rang out strong and clear, like a roaring lion.

The cold wind was biting, but it could not dampen their fervent desire to survive.

The gates of Star Dragon Ridge slowly opened.

An elite team of eight stepped into the cold wind, solely to protect this last bastion of civilization.

Old Pete and Leo stood at the gate, watching the team vanish into the night, and fist-thumped their chests in the utmost respect.

In the vegetable garden nearby, the eight women and children, sensing something, did not come out, but huddled trembling in their tents.

The heated discussions about the “Scavengers” had also reached them, so the reason for the emergency action was self-evident.

Women hugged their children, eyes fixed toward the city gate, as if their gaze could penetrate the tents and send prayers to the departing lord.

The aroma of the meat in the pot had long faded.

Two children with hopeful eyes asked, “Can we have meat tomorrow?”

No one answered, just the women instinctively prayed silently in their hearts.

Was it for the tents that could be blown away by the wind but still stood strong, for the Lord who did not lay hands on them, or for that pot of meat soup?

They didn’t even know whom to pray to or what to pray for.

They just prayed.

In a room, an old nun sat on the bed, her eyes lowered, rehearsing the lines Lind had given her.

“We have no gods to pray to … even so, I hope you return victorious …”

…

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“As expected, letting players go out to investigate certainly led to a fight.”

Lind had gotten used to it.

In the end, he was just a non-player character without authority; he could blend in, but he had no voice.

But he could tell from the official website’s posts that players’ “systems” were limited too.

They often didn’t have dialogue boxes when facing many NPCs, and a lot of their tasks were verbal, so he wasn’t at much of a disadvantage.

The game “Doomsday Magic Ring” should mainly focus on combat; everything else is secondary.

If it weren’t for the concepts of “leveling up” and “resurrection,” the undead would be really unfriendly to players.

It’s basically taking the concept of “souls” to the extreme, leading to ongoing hardships.

This also led to many players doing futile work; he had already seen numerous players put a lot of effort into something, only to be told there’s no reward, and then, in a moment of rage, start a fight with an NPC and get killed by them.

In this apocalypse, if you trust what others say, you deserve to be deceived.

The seemingly cunning Calamities of the fourth day are like little lambs here, easy to bully.

Only Lind understood the true role of the players and knew how to invest in them, so he should be the only NPC in this world who’s “good” to players.

Using the players as bait is for their own good, isn’t it?

Here I am to help.

By the time Lind led the team to the scene, two members had already fallen, in a dying state.

The Black Tortoise Shield, with a leg bitten off, was still furiously swinging his fists.

And Loves White Silk, who was shouting “Godslayer, counter-attack,” was now surrounded by Scavengers, her situation growing more and more desperate.

“Damn, damn, damn!”

Fists pounding on the Scavenger’s head had no effect at all.

About to die, he felt unbearably stifled.

Not only had he failed to kill a single Scavenger, but he was also being trampled over by others attacking in succession.

“Whoosh!” An arrow grazed his ear and lodged precisely into the eye socket of a Scavenger, with its tremendous penetration force causing the Scavenger’s head to jerk backward.

“Whoosh!

Whoosh!” Two more arrows followed, like pushing someone toward the edge of a cliff – wave after wave of force took the Scavenger down completely.

The Black Tortoise Shield, with one leg crippled, turned around in shock, watching the usually silent and reticent soldiers of Star Dragon Ridge handling their crossbows with stable accuracy.

“So accurate!”

Two soldiers rushed forward quickly; the one on the left took off his shield to block attacks from the front, side-stepping with his shield to knock against the Scavengers attempting to rise.

“Boom!” A Scavenger, just propping itself up, was pressed down again.

The other soldier had both hands on the longsword — one holding the hilt, the other gripping the blade.

He stabbed down as though driving a stake into wood.

The sword’s tip pierced the Scavenger’s head, entering by the left ear and exiting by the right, pinning the head to the ground along with the sword.

From the front row, the Black Tortoise Shield personally witnessed the Scavenger that so recently had four of them unable to resist being overpowered this way.

The Scavenger had strong resistance, and the soldier, even leaning his weight on the shield, was nearly flipped over.

The other soldier had already given up on the longsword, swiftly pulling a short axe from his waist and raising his arm high.

The short axe glinted under the moonlight.

It was aimed at the neck of the Scavenger pinned to the ground and chopped down.

“Crack!”

The Black Tortoise Shield’s heart gave a jolt, thinking how cool it was.

“Crack!”

So freaking cool!

“Crack!”

With three axe blows, the Scavenger’s head was chopped off.

The Black Tortoise Shield, watching the brutal action, felt his blood boiling; so these NPCs are that strong!

So awesome.

The soldier wiped the short axe on the Scavenger’s body and then sheathed it back at his waist.

Lifting his right foot, stepping on the Scavenger’s head, he easily pulled out the sword as if he were skewering meat.

The Black Tortoise Shield, having witnessed everything, felt his scalp tingle with exhilaration…

So cool!

Completely different from the games he’d played before, there were no flashy skills, just fist to flesh, axe to bone brutality.

The most primal fire of slaughter within him was ignited.

Boom, boom, boom — seven soldiers didn’t stop; they continued to charge at the Scavengers, rushing ahead to save Loves White Silk.

“Huff,” the one-legged Black Tortoise Shield shuffled his bottom, glancing at Lind, who hadn’t made a move yet, “Should be time for the cutscene CG, right?

But how come the BOSS hasn’t shown up?”