The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 61 - 59 Two-Headed People Time to Grow a Brain

61: Chapter 59 Two-Headed People: Time to Grow a Brain

61 -59 Two-Headed People: Time to Grow a Brain

Star Dragon Ridge Outpost, the administrative office has now officially launched.

Starting today, this place will undertake functions such as “issuing tasks” and “political deliberations,” although for now, there is only one large chair available.

Lind looked at the high-backed chair, which resembled a mountain sculpture, and his lips twitched slightly.

The Undead still conservatively didn’t endow him with an iron throne.

He ascended the steps, threw his coat off in front of the chair, and turned to sit down.

The empty hall had no decorations, but developing to this stage from nothing in just over ten days was already rapid progress.

Of course, it was not enough to satisfy him, as improving his own power had to be the priority.

Currently, the only way to enhance his prowess was by finding the Dark Flame brothers, as mentioned by Aluna.

He didn’t mention what specifically the “Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame” they took was, but at least the Dark Flame brothers must know the method to proceed further.

He was still clueless about the direction of power development, lacking guidance and finding it difficult to grope his way forward as if crossing the river by feeling for stones.

“Two-Headed Wanderers, giant hooves, Banshee Lake…” Lind pondered his next target.

“Lord!

Lord!”

A noisy voice came from outside, interrupting Lind’s thoughts.

He stood up and walked outside to see a blood-soaked person staggering back.

“Lord!” he said with a smile, showing off his ghastly white teeth.

Long Live Sister Li?

Lind remembered this Undead.

A group of Undead had already spontaneously gathered, holding weapons, ready to make a big move.

“I encountered a very evil group of people!” Long Live Sister Li said through clenched teeth, “If it hadn’t been for the drugs I took at the critical moment, I would surely have died!”

Long Live Sister Li recounted his experience.

He had been smart enough not to post online for help directly but instead came to the Lord first, a tactic he came up with while chatting with Loves White Silk.

The Lord would communicate with the Undead and even randomly create tasks.

If he brought a major event directly before the Lord…

To put it precisely, setting aside the concepts of “player” and “game,” what he was doing now was acting as a sentinel, a critical role that bravely brings back information for the territory.

He told about his encounter with the Wanderers and his conflict with them, finally adding, “Lord, I have already told them I come from Star Dragon Ridge Outpost.”

Lind was about to nod when he stopped abruptly.

You little one, born to attract monsters, aren’t you!

“All hands prepare!” Lind immediately issued an order: “All the Undead inside Star Dragon Ridge must enter a state of readiness for battle!

Prepare for an assault!”

“Defense?” Long Live Sister Li asked.

Lind strode forward, passing by him with a breeze, his aura starting to flare, “No, we attack!”

His voice echoed in the hall and also reached outside, heard by more Undead who had gathered out of curiosity: “Attack only!”

[New!

Star Dragon Ridge Outpost, all Undead, return immediately!

Wanderers’ large dungeon is open!]

Similar posts appeared like flying.

Undead from other villages around the world, carrying hoes or stones, looked on enviously.

How many times has the Star Dragon Ridge opened a large dungeon now?

Scavenger’s Nest, Wanderers’ Camp, the large dungeon for Wanderers…

Three!

Meanwhile, in a remote wilderness, “Still Stubborn”, who still couldn’t gather a full set of clothes, was figuring out his direction.

He now held a short sword in his hand.

Looking at the post, he scoffed: “Mediocre!”

So when are we going to encounter a normal living NPC?

…

The distance from Star Dragon Ridge to the Mad Wise Ones’ Village is far, and the route winding, requiring at least half a day before the Undead can reach there even at their fastest pace.

Although “The Dog Planner” Flawless Legs had already presented a road construction proposal to Lind, he had not approved it.

It was not that he was unwilling, but rather, it was unnecessary.

Without needing Lind to explain explicitly, the Undead had already realized that the Calamity Shadow region was quickly shrinking as they cultivated the land.

Cultivating mutant crops breeds Calamity Shadow monsters; perhaps both elements played a role.

Once the land’s tainted energy was depleted, the ground would become normal.

This change seemed astonishing to the native NPCs.

The natives didn’t know whether planting crops in the Calamity Shadow region could feed them; of course, they knew, but it meant facing monsters.

Did they know that continuously planting to attract and then eradicate the monsters would purify the Calamity Shadow region?

They did, but people would die.

The effort wasn’t worth the risk; no one would trouble themselves with such tasks.

But for the Undead, not enough land to sow was the real issue!

So, paving the roads also became unnecessary.

It wouldn’t be long before the farmlands of the Mad Wise Ones’ Village would lose their “fertility” and turn into barren land.

On the other hand, soilless cultivation held more promise, although the technical barriers were somewhat hard to break through.

The Undead who couldn’t make it back simply headed in the direction of the Two-Headed People’s camp, hoping they might still make it in time.

The rest queued outside the Blood Lambs’ pen, lining up to draw blood.

Lind looked at the languishing Blood Lambs and felt uneasy in his heart, finding the Undead much more ruthless than himself.

“Hey, how did the fight start?” Loves White Silk and Long Live Sister Li stood together, queuing to buy blood while chitchatting.

“Don’t even mention it,” Long Live Sister Li grimaced, “I initially thought those people looked quite dashing in their wasteland style, so I thought I’d ask if I could buy a set of equipment from their store.”

“And then?”

“Then they started talking dirty.

I thought it was just a local custom,” Long Live Sister Li had a solid reasoning, “You see, the soldiers at Star Dragon Ridge salute us, right?

We assumed using the same courtesy would make them happy, so I thought I’d follow local customs and cursed back.”

“…” Loves White Silk fell silent before asking, “And then?”

“Then their names turned red, and when I saw the red, could I just bear it? ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

I killed one right away.”

“Sick!”

“The experience points were pretty good, but I didn’t have time to loot the body,” Long Live Sister Li chuckled, “Then I got surrounded.

Guess how I escaped?”

“How did you escape?” Loves White Silk was very curious.

The stern response from the Lord when he heard about the Wanderers was enough to recognize the significant threat posed by the Wanderers.

Managing to escape from them suggested some impressive maneuvers.

Just as Long Live Sister Li was getting excited, she suddenly gave Loves White Silk a resentful look, “I drank a potion of AFK, and after I went AFK…

my body managed to escape in an unexpected way.”

“Pfft!” Loves White Silk couldn’t hold back, and his morbidly ugly troll face twisted even more, “Haha, sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

…

Over thirty undead were now fully armed and vastly different from a fortnight ago.

Not only were they almost all armored and armed, but they had also reached levels 9-10, with each person carrying at least one vial of Blood of Madness.

They were not ordinary soldiers, but a group of Berserkers ready to perish with their enemies!

“Time is critical,” stirring their emotions was extremely important in the eyes of the soldiers, Lind’s words seemed rather shaky.

But not for the undead.

Lind had already presented the quest rewards: substantial money, access to Wanderer-style equipment, and the “Wanderer Cleaner” title!

The external title would be “Honorary Warrior,” to be recorded at Star Dragon Ridge.

Now, every undead was boiling with blood.

“New enemies have appeared around our territory, the Wanderers.

They harm without distinction; they have hurt our comrades.

They are to the north…

to wherever my sword points!”

Lind, holding the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword aloft, pointed north, “We will definitely face fierce resistance.”

“But to protect Star Dragon Ridge, we must prevail!”

“Advance, no need to contain your fury—the bravest among you will take off the head of the Wanderer leader!”

Everyone knew that the sole title of “Wanderer Cleaner” would go to the person who killed the BOSS.

Extremely handsome and extremely ugly faces alike swelled with excitement, their veins bulging.

Bald Qiang, Gus, Gon Freecss…

let’s not look at faces now, it’s a bit of a mood killer.

…

At the Wanderers’ Camp, Two-Headed Bueno was perplexed, listening to his subordinate’s report.

Just now, a strange man had come into his territory, started cursing suddenly, then drew his sword and killed someone, only to drink a vial of Blood of Madness and escape frantically.

The Blood of Madness came from the Blood Lambs, which he did not possess, but he knew it was a gift from the noble Serene.

This meant the stranger was part of the group of wanderers the Mad Wolf spoke of.

Maybe too much consumption of the blood had scrambled his brain?

Currently, Bueno didn’t want a conflict; he was planning to join Serene’s forces and truly enter into the power of the New Nobility.

Every man under him was his support.

Even as the stranger fled, Bueno had no thoughts of pursuing him.

Night fell.

Bueno lay in bed, asleep, waiting for good news from the Mad Wolf.

But suddenly, the outside became noisy, with sounds of fighting.

Something big was happening!

When Bueno rushed out urgently, he only saw a bunch of people with eyes red as mad dogs, shouting, “Kill them!”

Here came this group again.

Especially after he appeared, they seemed to get an adrenaline shot, howling more piercingly than Carrion Banshees.

“Damn it, a Two-Headed person!”

“Don’t compete with me!”

“Come on, for the unique title!”

“Two-Headed monster, I’m here to take your dog’s head off your shoulders!”

Bueno was bewildered, wondering why suddenly a group wanted to kill him.

Ah, my head itches.

Is it growing a brain?