The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 498 - 411 Loyal Undead_3

Chapter 498: Chapter 411 Loyal Undead_3

Indeed, warriors were responsible for being brave and fearless, while commanders only had their hearts left.

Lind appreciated the Bloodless Prince, but he did not appreciate the other’s desire to kill him, just as he publicly claimed he did not want to live forever, only to retire when he got older.

In reality, he was willing to consider the pain of immortality after he experienced the boredom of eternal life. Once he reached Legendary Level, his life could easily span thousands of years, so his next goal was to become a legend.

If he weren’t afraid of death, if he didn’t want to live longer, why would Lind bother being an unpopular nanny for the Undead, frantically making his presence felt?

He was doing it to ensure the Undead recognized him as an important NPC, so they wouldn’t easily lay hands on him.

It was obvious that an NPC who was greedy for life and feared death would attract the respect of the Undead more than an NPC with grand ambitions who cared little for life’s length.

If Lind could die at his peak, he would successfully occupy a place in the hearts of the Undead with BE aesthetics.

Lind’s response was simple: he ordered the Undead to capture Ostis, or at least bring back his body, and hand over the so-called Blessed Weapon.

War Points were being awarded like mad!

To ensure the capture of Ostis, he also communicated the news to Wen and let Wen handle it; the responsibility for Black Marsh Kingdom’s expedition was entirely entrusted to Wen.

Once Lind left the region, his NPC subordinates might remain steadfast or continue to spread out, but whatever they did, they had to learn to be NPCs that could bring positive emotional value to the Undead.

Always remember, NPCs are in the service industry; let the Undead do the hard work, unless you want to make your presence known.

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"Capture or bring back the body, so just the body is fine?"

Having pulled off a major task with the scroll as a loyal Undead warrior and Knight Squire of Rand Kingdom, they submitted important intelligence and thus received a response.

The scroll bearing the Rand Kingdom’s seal was written with a fine feather pen, its characters rendered like paintings through visual twists.

Setting aside convenience, the scrolls delivered through various procedures made them feel more immersive.

But the thought of stuffing a dozen scrolls into their pockets after taking on a dozen tasks was annoying.

The game didn’t have to be so realistic.

"He’s too strong, a whole realm above us, we won’t beat him without going all out, so we might as well just kill him."

"No, wait, my Three-No Sister is here, we don’t have to do anything, just watch the CG."

"Who? Three-No Sister?"

"Wen Riven."

Wen’s thought process was always simple: she didn’t like to get emotional. After setting a target, she considered all the factors that could help her achieve it; everything else was unimportant.

So, after receiving Lind’s message, Wen chose to kill Ostis instead of leaving it to the Undead to handle.

In Wen’s eyes, Lind, who had already eliminated a Great Rift, was worth her 100%. Ostis, who wanted to kill Lind, was an enemy that had to be removed.

Previously, Ostis wielded considerable power and being of Heroic Rank, he would have been a main force against the Great Rift, but now that Wen had already dealt with the Great Rift with the help of the Undead, Ostis’s strength was not so important anymore.

Ostis awaited a response from the Undead, conflicted but doubting their loyalty.

As the Bloodless Prince, Ostis possessed Heroic Rank strength; even if he was not adept at fighting, he was still stronger than a Heroic Rank Great Knight.

A terrifying pressure suddenly came from afar.

A figure in armor that felt somewhat familiar.

"The Sun Church’s White Knights from Permafrost Land?" Ostis recognized the style of the armor.

Inside Black Marsh Kingdom, there were not many members of the Sun Church, but as one of the Three Gods, Sun’s Testament still had a very high reputation.

The previous Undead followed behind him.

Murderous intent boiled.

What is going on?

Wen, always adopting a suicidal attack style, tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and rushed forward, her speed too fast for the Undead to even react.

A sharp, dazzling beam of light connected her to Ostis.

The sky lit up.

The surrounding Undead instinctively closed their eyes.

By the time the light faded, Wen had begun her self-damaging thousand-for-one attack on Ostis.

"Pfft!" Ostis spat blood.

The Undead had agreed too quickly, too decisively, and without hesitation.

He hadn’t expected to be wrong, that these people weren’t without principles; their insanity was a deliberate disguise, they were all Lind’s most loyal warriors!

But why had the Undead who previously joined his side also defected? Was their loyalty too random?

The blade flashed again, and Ostis hastily swung back in retaliation, trying to push Wen Riven away, but did not expect her to ignore the sword piercing her chest and instead speed up her attack.

He took his chances!

The sword pierced into Wen’s chest, and Ostis sighed with relief, having only lost a leg in the process.

But... she didn’t die!

Wen stepped back, pulling the sword out, and the wound quickly healed.

Her fierce assault came once again, and now with a crippled leg, Ostis quickly pulled out a necklace. Moonlight enveloped his body, but the healing was too slow.

The Undead watched Ostis fall, completely unaware that he was the Black Marsh Kingdom’s son of the version, instead busily critiquing.

"Damn, he seems so weak, could we win if we took him on ourselves?"

"Nonsense, this is CG, a BOSS battle."

Wen tore off Ostis’s Moonlight Necklace and tucked it into her pocket, then turned around: "Attack Thousand Faces City!"

"Trouble!"

Suddenly an Undead yelled, "Raven City is under siege by Green Skins, fuck! What do we do?"