The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 115 - 115 106 Frost Outpost

115: Chapter 106 Frost Outpost 115: Chapter 106 Frost Outpost The long and arduous journey had left him exhausted and weak.

Since the last teleportation glitch, he had become the only one among the 3000 undead still stranded in the wilderness.

The ferocious beasts roaming the wilderness weren’t too much of a problem.

As long as he wasn’t in combat, he could simply log off to hide.

Even if he entered combat, dying was the worst that could happen.

The real trouble was those unknown Believers and forces.

He couldn’t defeat them, but every time he encountered them, he couldn’t escape either.

Being captured didn’t lead to immediate death but rather drained his energy over time.

If he hadn’t managed to scavenge some decent equipment and slowly gathered wealth to barely keep up with the main forces to reach level 10, he would probably have quit the game by now.

Seeing the people of Star Dragon Ridge boast once again, he calmly left a comment.

“Feels, average.”

So what about the map functionality, so what if the Two-Headed People class was released first and then the Wizard class, so what if Points could be exchanged, so what if you could use flying monsters, so what if you could farm, so what if…

That’s all it is!

But if he could find Star Dragon Ridge himself, with his strengths and determination, he could easily achieve great results.

In his view, those undead were too weak; after so much time, not a single person had obtained the Wizard’s potion.

If it were him, he would grind non-stop for 24 hours, even using an IV drip if he had to.

The altitude ahead was high, the air thin.

After dodging an attack from a centaur-like black knight, he finally saw the dawn.

The morning sunlight, filtering through the mist, fell on his face, its star-like reflections piercing his eyes.

“Finally made it out!”

Emerging sneakily from that prior location had already wasted several days of his time.

The crazed villagers had almost flayed him alive, but luckily, through countless deaths, he had finally discerned the pattern.

Before dawn, the villagers reverted to a state immersed in peculiar prayers, entirely different from their frenzy during the nightly bonfires.

They feared the arrival of day, kneeling on the ground, emitting various annoying sobbing sounds.

“Next time I come back, I’ll wipe you all out.”

He viciously thought to himself, remaining silent because he worried that making a noise would get him detected.

With strange crows sporting large lumps on their heads flying overhead, he suppressed the turmoil and unease in his heart.

Behind the mountains lay a flat terrain, with several peaks around that shot straight into the sky like fingers rising from underground, making one wonder if they might just be living in the palm of a giant.

“This game is ridiculously large!”

He had escaped from one of those mountains, running day and night to get here.

Judging by the size of the map, he might have crossed half a province in the real world.

Endless, never reaching the end, and with diverse geographical environments, it was easy to accidentally get immersed and unable to distinguish between reality and the game.

He continued on the barren trail, heading towards a destination he himself was unsure of.

However, soon ahead appeared a building crouched like a beetle on the ground, its familiar architectural style startling him.

Since the internal testing of the game began, Star Dragon Ridge, where most Draconians gathered, had been featured in hot posts multiple times, and the undead had seen its architecture inside and out.

The moment he saw that building, besides the surprise in his heart, the rest was all joy.

“Star Dragon Ridge?

No!

It’s not Star Dragon Ridge.”

Near Star Dragon Ridge, there were jagged mountains like canine teeth, but there were no Finger Mountains stabbing into the sky, and the surrounding environment also had significant differences.

“That’s from the same power faction as the Lord at Star Dragon Ridge!”

His heart surged with excitement.

The power faction behind Star Dragon Ridge was no secret; this land beneath his feet belonged to the Rand Kingdom, and they were the infantrymen of the Rand Kingdom, tasked with guarding the border.

However, as accidents kept occurring, the duties of these soldiers had subtly changed.

More than once, the undead had considered the Rand Kingdom a hidden power faction, perhaps even harboring a major quest to restore the kingdom.

But most spent vast amounts of time without being able to venture far from Newbie Village, and exploration was out of the question.

As the second person to discover a Rand Kingdom’s power faction outpost, he was still being stubborn yet secretly congratulated himself, thinking of the terrifying resources and perks at Star Dragon Ridge—similar power factions should not be much different, right?

The gloom on his face, wrought by recent torments, had vanished without trace; even the thin air seemed to carry an exhilarating sweetness.

This was the worth of a Level 10 undead.

He was no longer an ordinary weakling!

The bitter cold still lingered.

After fully stepping onto the plain, the unblocked icy winds from the mountains chilled him to the bone.

His mismatched, meager clothes could not suffice, and the clearest sign was that he started losing health.

Stubborn to the end, his eyes fixated only on that outpost nestled amidst the frost.

Partial snowfall upfront, and the miserable weather, combined with the uneven footing filled with deep and shallow pits, made the trek exceedingly burdensome.

Fortunately, he had arrived right in front of the outpost.

On the city wall, soldiers clad in the same armor as those at Star Dragon Ridge were visible.

Overjoyed still and stubborn, he spread his arms and waved at them.

“Hey, I’m undead!”

Although they were red-named, they seemed to be on alert.

He just needed to declare his identity.

A swift arrow pierced the ground right in front of his toes, signaling him to keep his distance.

“I’m one of you!” he still yelled stubbornly, “Do you recognize Lind Armand of Star Dragon Ridge?”

It was better to drop a “familiar name” at this moment, although he didn’t really like that high-profile NPC.

But now, stating the other’s name should earn him some favorable treatment.

The attack indeed ceased.

After a while, another person approached.

They whispered amongst themselves atop the wall, and then… swoosh!

An arrow pierced through the head of the still stubborn one.

“What the fuck?”

Definitely something was misunderstood.

The more he thought about it after his resurrection, the more he felt something amiss.

There must have been some misunderstanding, but this outpost shown no goodwill, which made him slightly uneasy.

So, he approached once more.

The soldiers at the outpost looked somewhat astonished to see him resurrect, but in an apocalypse, what did resurrection matter?

Then the gate opened.

“I’ve been saying I’m one of you!” he sighed in relief as he moved forward on his own.

Then, two soldiers with shields charged out, one of them ramming his shield into his chest, pinning him down with his body weight.

This familiar scene reminded him of a video he had seen before, where Star Dragon Ridge soldiers slaughtered scavengers.

He, a Level 10, was completely subdued by them, as the other quickly bound him with chains.

He had been captured again!