The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 65 - 61 The Enemy in Prey Town

65: Chapter 61: The Enemy in Prey Town

65 -61: The Enemy in Prey Town

“I strongly suspect that Brother De waits for us to nearly finish off the BOSS before he shows up to harvest the kill,” Knight said.

“Nonsense, he’s just an NPC.

What use does he have for stealing kills?”

“But if he doesn’t come, do we consider the mission a failure?”

“Brother De is like a boss, instantly defeating the BOSS with one move.

I wanted to drag him into the dungeon with us.

Didn’t an old brother pull him into a dungeon last time?

By the way, he seemed to have even tamed a BOSS minion, Ace Aimu.”

“Why didn’t he tame this one?”

“Probably because the Two-Headed People are too ugly.”

…

Lind had little to say about this hastily launched ‘Wanderers’ dungeon’.

Profit: nearly none.

Wanderers aren’t a Calamity, so there was no real benefit in fighting them, plus they were just a bunch of paupers with no good gear to drop.

Even Lind himself lost his armor in the process.

He indeed had timed his entry to the battlefield perfectly, thinking, As an NPC, it’s quite reasonable for me to steal kills from players!

It was also fortunate that he could perfectly control his power with the circle on his chest, which allowed him to fully unleash his strength, storing all his power and releasing it in an instant.

His encounters with Great Knight-level enemies also made Lind realize something—powers varied greatly among individuals, and their means of acquiring these powers were definitely not the same.

There were also big differences in their strength and skills.

Luckily, Lind’s last-ditch explosive attack struck down his enemy.

The full force of the Transcendent power, Great Knight Clore’s fury and Explosive Flame, plus the Carrion Queen’s sword dance, amounted to a no-holds-barred output that could be summed up as smashing the keyboard; just the instantaneous explosion was enough to completely burn away the armor on Lind.

It’s not quite accurate to say there was no gain at all.

He acquired one of the Two-Headed People’s second head; the sharply split, fanged, and brainy head might have been ‘plucked’ off, but it still retained basic tactile sensations; each touch elicited instinctive reactions, somewhat like a touch-me-not.

Lind suddenly remembered Miss Bunny-toothed, who had once cooperated with him.

She was definitely the most ‘learned’ person he knew.

Handing this head over to her might reveal something useful.

If he could use this kind of Magic Potion for the Undead under his command, perhaps he could have a bunch of durable meat shields.

Imagining commanding over sixty Two-Headed People in sieges and conquests… he admitted he was somewhat tempted.

The cold wind mixed with dense moisture snuffed out the campfire.

A few remaining Undead whispered among themselves, but they fell silent when Lind, bare-chested, turned towards them.

They lived in peaceful times, convinced that this was a game world, hence they were motivated and perpetually excited, naive and earnest, brimming with passion and convinced they were the destined protagonists.

When the darkness of the burnt-down Wanderers’ Camp was revealed, their hearts chilled instantly.

The joy of harvest could not outweigh the shock inside.

The sight of the corpses, none of them very old, terribly shook them.

What was more appalling was that all these corpses were hung up like pigs in a meatpacking plant, dissected, dried, perhaps to appear on dining tables later, some perhaps already having done so.

Under proper education, players might occasionally show a brutal side, but they always had a bottom line and always rejected malice…

at least most of them did.

“Clean up the battlefield!” Lind shouted, “Clean up the battlefield… as for this place, leave it to the flames.”

Fellow fighters Reed and Leo followed Lind; compared to the Undead, they only had slight advantages in skills and equipment now—war no longer needed them to participate.

Weak NPCs gradually withdrawing from war was almost inevitable.

Lind even started considering incorporating the ‘Mad Secret Emissary’ Renzo into his critical NPC system to keep the restless Undead players in check with power.

He believed in the Undead’s bottom line, but also believed that their bottom line was very flexible.

They were chaos.

Reed came over, his expression somber: “Sir, we’ve discovered something unusual among these Wanderers.”

Lind’s flames had died down, but the residual heat on his skin and the Transcendent power pumping through the circle on his chest brightened Reed’s side profile in a flash.

“What?” Lind casually picked up a Wanderer’s cloak from the ground and wrapped it around himself.

Loves White Silk recorded this scene immediately in the distance.

Following “Lind Infantryman∙Lind,” the second skin “Wanderer∙Lind” made its appearance—he felt sure many would like this style of wallpaper.

Reed’s face did not look good: “It’s Gold Badges, a large number of Gold Badges!”

Looking at the familiar Gold Badges, Lind frowned slightly.

Tickets with a faintly empowered fraud-proof stamp were indeed from Prey Town, which was also what Lind had always guessed to be “Newbie Village.”

“Does Prey Town have connections with the Wanderers?”

One side representing order, although Ronin set up the Gold Badges specifically to make money, Prey Town, in general, leaned towards lawful good, would not attack others, and would protect you as long as you paid.

On the other hand, the Wanderers were purely evil.

Lind didn’t hesitate for a moment when he chopped off the Two-Headed Person’s head.

“Are any alive?”

“No, they are all dead.

Those that didn’t die probably fled at the sight of us, and I guess we can’t catch up,” Reed replied.

Reed shook his head, the combat power of the Undead was undoubtedly strong, but they also fought in real chaos.

Once they truly began slaughtering, it seemed that nothing could pique their interest.

It wasn’t that one should not pursue defeated enemies, but rather that the Undead simply had no interest in doing so.

“Let’s talk about it when we get back,” Lind decided to put the matter aside for now.

The sudden addition of Prey Town as an enemy was indeed a huge trouble.

Of course, Lind felt troubled not because he was particularly kind-hearted, but because the Bunny-toothed Witch was currently in Prey Town.

She was a crucial character in improving the Pharmacist functions of a “Newbie Village.” How could he pull her to his side, now that he found himself inexplicably opposed to Prey Town?

No matter what, since Prey Town had made contact with the Wanderers, it had to be his hypothetical enemy.

Even if it wasn’t the apocalypse, merely having a hypothesis and possessing superior strength were enough to start a war, not to mention that Lind held evidence in his hands.

He kept transporting things back.

The previously nearly empty store finally welcomed new merchandise.

Wanderer style clothing!

It was akin to launching a new skin.

The Undead were in good spirits.

At this stage, other than fighting bosses, obtaining new equipment, new skins, and new farmland for cultivation also made them happy.

By the time the Undead had gradually returned to Star Dragon Ridge, Lind had already begun awarding titles and gifts.

On the other hand,

Mad Wolf and Prey Town’s new mayor, Lock, were listening to a subordinate’s report.

Mad Wolf: “Why did my own people start fighting each other?”

Red-eyed mad dogs, it must be the trait that only manifests after consuming the Blood of Madness from the Blood Lambs.

Moreover, they had already scoped out the power dynamics to the west of Red Dragon Foothills more than ten days ago, confirming the presence of only two major forces, Prey Town and the Wanderers.

A new power emerged within a fortnight?

What a joke!

“Those mad dogs!” spat Mad Wolf, then he picked up a bottle of wine.

He couldn’t enjoy this kind of life following Lord Serene.

Wine, red as blood and intoxicating, was poured into an exquisite silver cup, making Mad Wolf involuntarily raise his hand, then down it in one gulp.

“You really don’t understand wine tasting!” Lock felt a pang of heartache, “It’s all acquired by Goliath’s merchants.

Every bottle you drink is one less in existence!”

“We’ll soon conquer Goliath,” Mad Wolf didn’t care at all, disliking the cup.

He simply held the bottle to his mouth.

The tart taste made him frown.

Could there really be such a big difference between using a glass and drinking straight from the bottle?

But the subsequent rich aroma made him smacking his lips in appreciation, “The Old Nobility haven’t totally wasted their lives, at least they did something right.”

Lock didn’t care about Goliath at all.

He didn’t want to look too far ahead; he just wanted to gain power and return to his former glory: “What now?

How do we contact Lord Serene?”

“If Lord Serene knew what those mad dogs did, she would tear them apart!” Mad Wolf’s face darkened as he kicked the table with his boot, “Definitely would!”

The sudden kicking of the table caused the newly placed wine cup to be thrown out.

The silver cup was deformed, and the pure wine spilled all over the floor.

His brows raised, his expression slightly sullen, Mad Wolf truly didn’t take him seriously!

What Prey Town’s new mayor, he too was just a dog.

Being the dog of Lord Serene was one thing, but serving as Mad Wolf’s dog, who in turn was Lord Serene’s dog, and Lord Serene, was the dog of the New Nobility.

“What do you say?” Lock asked in a low voice, “You said the Wanderers are your people, and those mad dogs too.”

“Not the mad dogs!” Mad Wolf took a deep breath, “Before Lord Serene arrives, eliminate them!

No, the most important thing is to contact the Wanderers first!”

Lock understood Mad Wolf’s intention.

“Don’t even think about it!” This time Lock’s refusal was very straightforward, “The soldiers of Prey Town only protect Prey Town!”

Neither of them believed that either the mad dogs or the Wanderers would be completely annihilated.

Eliminating an opponent completely was too costly; there was no need for that.

As long as enough benefits were reaped, they could turn a blind eye and spare the enemy.

Like fishing, catch the big fish and throw the small ones back to grow more.

Both sides would be injured, but it was unlikely that they would be wiped out completely.

Mad Wolf propped up his feet, finding a comfortable lying position, with his boots aimed right at Lock’s face.

Although his posture looked casual and carefree, Lock always felt he was finding a convenient spot to firmly step on his face.

As Lock’s internal tension became nearly unbearable, Mad Wolf smiled, “Then just defend Prey Town well, and keep sending messages.

I think Lord Serene will understand who is right and who is wrong.”

The only meaning revealed in his words was to let Lord Serene handle it.

If Serene made an appearance, the war would naturally not break out.

However, doing so meant that Mad Wolf’s goal of dominating the territories west of Red Dragon Foothills would be impossible to achieve.

Would he be content with that?

Their conversation ended there, and Lock, deep in thought and troubled, went to the dungeon to talk with his elder brother.

The Red-eyed mad dogs had solid walls to defend against, but internal enemies were a constant threat right under their nose.