The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 808 - 569 Start of the War

Chapter 808: Chapter 569 Start of the War

It has been two weeks since Lind acquired two-thirds of the Divine Skin of the ’Giant’ Avista.

The entire Magic Land suddenly fell into a strange atmosphere, as if everyone could sense an impending war. The clear sky felt like it had an invisible dark cloud pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

The sensation of an approaching showdown grew stronger.

The most obvious sign was the rapid and massive purchases of various alchemical tools and Magic Potions by the undead. High-quality Recovery Potions were always in short supply.

[Mico’s Recovery Potion: Quality (4-tier)]

[Drink to quickly restore 20,000 health, restore 20,000 magic, magic resistance +15%, slashing resistance +15%, thunder resistance +15%, weight -10%, movement speed +10%, lasts for 20 minutes]

[Lind’s Giant Blessing Scroll: Quality (3-tier)]

[Use to transform into a Giant Knight, increasing health/magic by 30%, lasts for 2 hours]

[Lind’s Story Puzzle Collection Album: Quality (3-tier)]

[Collect all puzzle fragments to unlock the Blessing Scroll crafting method]

[Sublime Angel’s Flying Blessing: Quality (2-tier)]

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[Swift War Chariot’s Wheel: Quality (3-tier)]

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The appearance of numerous new items on the shelves further testified to the likelihood of the impending war.

The only enemy Lind considered was Duke Hein from the Northern Land.

Compared to Lind’s "heavy bleeding," Duke Hein’s side was not far behind, and he was even more "generous," throwing out Blessed Weapons as rewards. It seems that the difference in troop strength between both sides had already been visibly exposed to Duke Hein under the undead’s informants.

Now possessing 80% of the undead himself, Lind was unsure if anyone could stop such a terrifying force converging here.

"Fight for me!"

In the North, Duke Hein held a steel fork, his half-face crest flickering with his roar.

Ahead, there seemed to be an endless ocean of undead.

Regrettably, their number was only a "mere" 600,000, and it was continuously decreasing.

"Bring me Lind Armand’s head!"

"Bring me victory!"

"Die for me!"

"Fight for me!"

Duke Hein’s voice was full of passion, his previously lazy demeanor on the throne now seemingly urged by destiny, burning with a spirited intensity that conveyed his voice to everyone’s ears.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!!!"

The undead seemed truly stirred, passionately shouting together, falling into this sudden war cry.

But soon they stopped laughing.

Because they got a system prompt.

[Faction locked as "Duke Hein". Fight for your lord.]

"Damn! Mom, I don’t want to play anymore!"

"I was just here for the show!"

"Lao Hai, you know me, I only play when I’m winning."

Just now, tens of thousands of undead were barking and roaring passionately together, but they suddenly collectively fell into a stupor. Fighting against the millions of undead on the opposite side? Even if the war couldn’t truly feature millions of players on the same screen, just a hundred thousand would be enough to crush them.

With the faction locked, all the undead became exuberant.

They had fought many wars, but never once had a war mobilized all undead in the game; this was going to be unimaginably terrifying in scale.

The technology for dream "sharing" on Earth had indeed been realized, allowing A’s dream to be packaged and sent to B, delivering imagery including thousands of people in the same scene.

Everyone could only call it madness.

As one of the two lords guiding this insane scheme, Lind didn’t seem to care as much as one might expect.

If all participants were undead, apart from causing destruction to the terrain and environment, it would have almost no impact, except maybe turning the chosen battleground into Magic Scorched Earth.

Another question was what the undead count for in front of 7-ring strong beings.

If they were mere dust, millions of particles of dust and a single particle might differ slightly, but the difference wouldn’t be as significant as imagined.

Another war meeting was held at Sin Dragon Castle, where the "chosen" undead "appeared alone."

Unlike Duke Hein’s frenzied shouts, Sin Dragon Castle was filled with a sense of desolation.

"We might face a war."

Lind sat on the throne, his tone a bit poignant.

But at the same time, almost all undead were ridiculing.

"We completely outnumber the opponent; why are you talking like we’re surely going to lose?"

"Damn, Lind, I get you. After all, you have only one undead capable of fighting, whereas the other side has hundreds of thousands, hahaha."

"Don’t remind me. I almost forgot we are the chosen saviors; only one is selected, but the saviors can connect online."

Lind continued: "We must win this battle, even if it means we get battered and bloodied. Everything is already destined, and I’ll be waiting for you at the victory’s end."

A golden [!] appeared atop his head.

Quest alert!

[War: Assist Lind in killing Duke Hein and his divine subordinates, achieving ultimate victory. There can only be one human lord in the Magic Land, and that is Lind.]

[Success Reward: Title "Light of Humanity"]

[Failure Penalty: None]

A quest [!] could draw more attention than any speech, Lind knew clearly that no matter what he said, most were eager to skip.