Chapter 139 It's the Lord! I thought it was the BOSS

In Prey Town, Lind opened his eyes.

Feeling the familiar power in the body, the power coming from three sources, jumping along the three marks on the chest.

It seemed like it was just a dream.

Linde also felt a little regretful. In "The Banshee's Dream", he obtained a lot of blessed weapons. Those blessed weapons not only surpassed the golden dragon skin armor on his body, but also far surpassed the broken sword.

Especially the blessed weapon that directly increased his strength to the heroic level. The huge leap brought about by the reckless improvement in strength made Lind feel regretful every time he thought about it after waking up again.

As long as it can improve his strength, he is not a "non-prop party". Any way that can improve his strength is worth adopting.

But, it's just a dream after all.

When you die, you are truly dead, but when you are alive you cannot bring out the things in your dreams.

Lind looked at the [Banshee Horn] in his hand. In the end, the corpse dragon did not devour him, but instead judged that he had failed this time and drove him out.

A role that leans towards refereeing.

Failure naturally means that the reward for using [Banshee Horn] once cannot be obtained.

"Successfully, we killed that group of heroes, even creatures above heroes, and that corpse dragon?"

Lind felt that he would have to be crazy to go in there a second time.

He discarded all his strength, started from scratch, and used his unskilled abilities to piece together and assemble his way to the top of the mountain in one go.

Failure, death.

The price is too high and not worth it.

"But it seems more suitable for the undead than for me."

The penalty for failure is death, and it just so happens that immortals don't worry about death at all.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that if the usage of the [Banshee Horn] was expressed in a different way, it would be very popular among the undead.

The pace is fast, and you can experience exciting battles. Failure means death.

If you succeed...

"Success" Lind frowned and thought, "Success should be rewarded with points. Maybe we can even set up a ranking system, a speed race?"

A prototype has already appeared in his mind. A cursed weapon that is extremely poisonous to the local natives and carries extremely terrible risks is actually a game for the undead.

"Yes, you have to pay if you want to play!"

Lind found himself becoming more and more like a qualified NPC. Not to mention that he didn't know he was a wild monster before, even if he was the world boss, he was unwilling to do that job. Regardless of whether he would win or not, Lind now fell in love with providing services to the undead players.

happy!

"In this case, the points are not enough."

Just a stable, mount updates, and horse gear accessories can keep the undead people from farming obediently for a long time.

Due to the fact that the undead are too weak, Lind couldn't give out a lot of points even if he wanted to. Moreover, as the "chief of the novice village", he couldn't give the undead too many benefits...he couldn't exploit them too much.

There are too few ways to earn points, but too many ways to spend them.

Some "updates" must be kept hidden, otherwise they will easily be diverted.

Lind currently also hopes that the immortals can pay more attention to the purchase of small commodities, because the cost is low enough and consumption habits need to be cultivated.

Give the undead a feeling that limited-edition merchandise will be gone once it’s sold out, and they’ll work harder to earn points to buy it. But if there are too many good things to distract their attention, and the undead can’t earn enough points, the result may be a waste of resources.

Good things should be released bit by bit.

As for whether the undead will be unable to pass the sacrifice trial, there is no need to worry. For them, who can die unlimited times, there is no way they cannot pass it. The only thing is how long it takes to pass it.

Lind stood up and walked to the door, only to find that it was already dark outside.

With a flick of his hand, the flame from his fingertips lit up the room, and the fire pressed Lind's shaking and struggling shadow against the wall.

"How long has it been?" Lind asked the soldier guarding outside the mayor's residence.

"My Lord, you have a day's rest."

"One day, okay."

Lin De only then realized that there was a boy standing at the door, looking at him with fear and admiration.

"My Lord! I want to serve you! I want to become as strong as you!"

The boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"I remember Old Cherry should have posted a notice about the selection and training of soldiers." Lind looked down at the boy. He could feel the strong ambition bursting out of the other's eyes.

But compared to ambition, the other party seems to prefer cleverness.

The selection criteria were very simple. As long as you were not sick or disabled and were not too weak, you could be selected. The boy was in good health and would have been selected as long as he participated in the selection. But he did not take the selection route but came to me instead, which was quite interesting.

"Yes!" The boy raised his head: "I will follow your instructions and go to the selection!"

The boy trotted away with a smile on his face.

"Tell old Cherry," Lind said to the soldier at the gate, "that if that boy does anything in my name, give him a hard time."

"Yes!" the soldier nodded.

The boy didn't know how long he had been waiting outside, but it was obvious that his ultimate goal was to kowtow to Lind in public.

As long as there is communication, it will be easy for boys to select.

How could someone who could survive the apocalypse have a simple mind? Besides, the other party knew that they might be exposed, but compared to being exposed, people who survived the apocalypse preferred to fight. The benefits they got were theirs. People here all lacked plans.

Just as Linde thought, the soldiers soon brought back news that the boy claimed that he had received guidance from Lord Linde and came to participate in the selection.

Lind, who demonstrated his tough tactics yesterday, is very famous in Prey Town, so when the boy tried to pull the tiger's skin, everyone chose to believe it.

In fact, the reason is very simple. It is better to have less trouble than more. It is just a matter of giving a little care.

Lind didn't kick him out of the training team. Didn't he use his reputation to say that he valued him? It's reasonable for someone you value to train several times more than others and have several times higher requirements.

In one day, the harness of the Disaster Horse was made, and Lind led the Disaster Horse to find the blacksmith.

When the blacksmith who was nailing the horseshoe saw the ferocious and fierce Calamity Horse, his legs began to feel weak, and finally he let the "hammer man" do the work to complete it.

The horse harness specially made for the Disaster Horse was also equipped at the first time. After putting on the half-wrapped horse armor, the Disaster Horse was immediately transformed from a mount for small monsters into a mount for the BOSS.

The heavy armor shone with gold.

"Did Bud do it?" Lind didn't see Bud either, but the golden glow was definitely Bud's style.

Han bared his teeth: "My lord, I did it."

Quite happy.

“As expected of a Goliath,” Lind exclaimed.

Goliath's worship of gold is ingrained in his blood.

A saddle, but no reins are needed, Lind's Soul-Loss Chain is enough to hold the opponent back.

Linde climbed onto the horse. With the saddle, he felt more comfortable riding it. And because of the existence of the Soul-Lost Chain, the Disaster Horse could truly become one with his thoughts.

After returning to the west of the Red Dragon Mountains, all the things that should and should not be done have been done. Linde did not plan to stay any longer. He should return to the lookout tower in his old territory. He should be wherever the undead are. This is what a novice village chief should do.

I will move the Novice Village to wherever the players are, focusing on providing considerate service.

Lind, wearing golden dragonhide armor, carrying the broken sword of the Scavenger Queen, and riding an armored disaster warhorse, looks like a game BOSS wandering in the wild from a distance.

Or maybe, he was the BOSS.

……

In the 1.03 official version update, the appearance of the faction boss did make many undeads nervous.

The nervous undead people immediately chose to start patrolling. Such a scary BOSS must be killed as soon as possible, otherwise it would be embarrassing if someone else snatched it away.

Among them, the undead people of the Star Dragon Outpost camp are the most enthusiastic about investigating patrols. As the largest and most powerful players at this stage, they have formed a force that cannot be underestimated.

In addition to the Star Dragon Outpost's reuse of the undead, the fact that Lion Territory has begun to reuse the undead is also a signal that the era belonging to players seems to have finally arrived.

To some disasters and mutated monsters, this group of undead are like locusts. Not only will they swarm up to kill the disasters, but they will also cultivate the disaster land over and over again until the last bit of value in the land is squeezed out and then they leave.

As an undead cyber workhorse, he can never die from exhaustion, but the disaster-stricken land can be destroyed by cultivation.

The three best friends, Xuanwu Shield, Zhanyue Blade and Longlin Sword, who are the first-line players in the game, are strolling nearby.

After the death of the Spell Wizard, Xuanwu Shield resolutely chose to change his job and play the Two-Headed Man. He still prefers to become a meat shield to resist damage, and likes the feeling of punching into flesh.

For the Moon-Cut Blade and Dragon Scale Sword, the Spell Wizard was chosen. The long-range fireball has a higher tolerance rate, and the fighting style of the Two-Headed Man is to affect the nearby terrain environment, so teammates who are close together will really be affected.

Three people, four heads, chatting.

"That kind of disaster warhorse is impossible to tame."

They tried to capture three of them, but found that after they were forcibly pulled out, the Calamity Horses only turned into red names. Even if they were killed to the brink of death, there was no sign of them being tamed.

"But it seems that NPC can ride?"

"It's system settings. I guess we still have to wait until the stables are built."

It is natural that NPCs and players are treated differently, but they are really envious of the mounts, thinking that riding them will not only save them "commuting" time, but will also look cool enough.

Who can resist decorating their own disaster horse by buying and buying?

"What's wrong?" When Zhan Yue Dao noticed that the two heads of Xuan Wu Shield were approaching him, he subconsciously tightened his robe to cover his majestic chest.

"Brother" Xuanwu Shield opened his mouth: "You smell so good~"

"Fuck, get out!"

The three of them were laughing and joking until the sudden sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

Their faces changed and they immediately entered combat mode.

"Fuck, a boss dressed in gold, wait, why doesn't he have a red name?"

"It seems to be De Ge'er."

Seeing that it seemed to be one of their own, the three men immediately put away their weapons. Regardless of whether the "son of the game" Linde had improved his strength again, they knew that it would be easy for him to kill the three of them, and it would be a one-sided massacre.

"It's the lord. I thought it was the boss."

He dresses like a BOSS, rides a mount like a BOSS, and has the strength of a BOSS, but as long as he doesn't have a red name, he is not a BOSS.

"Did the Lord go out to look for the faction boss? As an NPC, he must have received the hint first."

"possible!"

The Lord is definitely not the faction boss, he is just an absurdly powerful chief of the novice village.

(End of this chapter)