The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 47 - Seeing the Giant Horseshoe Print Again

47: Chapter 47: Seeing the Giant Horseshoe Print Again

47 -47: Seeing the Giant Horseshoe Print Again

“You did well,”

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Even Lind had an image in his own mind, which came from the posts made by the Undead.

Could it be that his frequent action of praising the Undead had been captured and turned into an expression meme because he did it too often?

Facing the expectant gaze of the Undead, Lind still gave his praise.

At least from a normal perspective, Praise_of_Lind had no issues, representing the Lord’s approval, respect, and symbolizing hope and expectation.

For the other parts, just pretend not to see, after all, I am an NPC, if I say I can’t see, then I can’t see.

And the person Lind praised for doing well was Ace Aimu, who had gone out to search for seed information.

In his words, this time he truly returned with a bounty.

“But I died, so I didn’t bring back a single seed.”

Whatever happened to the bounty?

Considering the recent situation of his domain, Lind eventually decided to go out with Ace Aimu himself.

Being able to plant in bulk, especially crops that can grow in frigid weather, is extremely important and could directly solve the current food shortage in the domain.

Moreover, he discovered that the Undead also needed to eat.

Although most weren’t interested in food, there were still some who were keen on “delicacies from Another World.”

Economic development can’t be separated from agriculture.

How could the Undead from a big food-lover nation not experience the delights of Another World’s cuisine?

Hence, whether for economic development or to capture the stomachs of the Undead, food is essential.

“A solo mission!”

Ace Aimu was delighted.

He wasn’t one for flashy moves as a player, he did things by the book, his only hobby being farming and half-hearted tower defense.

But on the road, he couldn’t help chatting with Lind.

“After passing that stretch of road, I climbed a tree and saw a village in the distance,”

Ace Aimu pointed toward the withered forest ahead, sharing his experience at the time.

He himself found it astonishing.

Should he say that this world was never peaceful for a moment, that he would encounter a group of bloodthirsty monsters just wandering around, like last night, like the night before that?…

to move was to court danger.

The sunlight of day shone upon the withered forest, where twisted trunks swayed like slender, elongated ghostly shadows.

A chilling wind blew between the trees, cutting sharply against the trunks, scratching out a series of eerie, spine-chilling screeches.

Lind tightened his coat, the wind in the forest sharp as needles, pricking his skin with an odd, burning sensation as if red-hot needles pierced his flesh.

A volcano up ahead?

With Lind’s basic understanding of the surroundings of Star Dragon Ridge, to the north lay a ring of mountains and the Ancient Battlefield where the Undead were “reborn.”

To the south was Prey Town, reachable only by a full day’s forced march.

To the west was the withered forest, and further west of the withered forest was a lake labeled by the survivors of the apocalypse as absolutely off-limits—the Banshee Lake.

Continue further west, and there was Mist Cliff, where the view was completely obscured by the mist that no amount of wind could dissipate.

Not a single strange noise came from the mist, yet it screamed ‘mortals, keep out.’

To the east of Star Dragon Ridge was a canyon tunnel known as “Dragon Tooth Mountain Trail,” which neither Lind nor his subordinates had ever traversed.

Before the apocalypse, “Dragon Tooth Mountain Trail” did not even exist.

It was likely that the shattering of the Ring of Magic had triggered tectonic movements, even causing a small volcano to emerge from within Dragon Tooth Mountain Trail, like a conspicuous red swell on a slender face, occasionally spewing out scalding “pus.”

The road back to Goliath was somewhat familiar to Lind, but after all, he was not the same Lind as before, so his memory was not very clear.

Heading east was inevitable, and inevitably he would encounter the New Nobility, which indefinitely postponed his plan to search for his fiancée and seek assistance from the Prince. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

He looked up at the sky.

His sense of direction was strong; he was indeed heading west.

How could there be hot sparks in the west?

“What’s the situation with that village?” Lind inquired.

Perhaps, the Undead before him had brought another surprise.

“They were gathered together,”

Ace Aimu recalled: “They don’t change their clothes much, they smell bad, their skin is hunched, and they sing strange songs all the time.

Not many could sing properly, though, most would only laugh weirdly, scream, cry, or roar.”

“She looked just like a diseased wolf draped in wrinkled human skin,” Ace Aimu searched for the right adjectives, “Um, that village had no young people at all, only sickly old people who were aged beyond recognition.”

“Perhaps what you encountered wasn’t an ordinary village.”

Lind was on high alert internally.

A village?

In this world, it’s a rare entity.

Castles, outposts, towns, settlements, camps, and even bonfires were somewhat more reliable than ‘villages’.

Finally, the two of them stepped out of the withered forest and hadn’t encountered any danger along the way; they hadn’t even seen a single rat, which would normally have the strongest survival capabilities.

In the distance, a dozen withered trees twisted into one, resembling a giant ghostly claw contorting to grab the sky.

Three or five tombstones were squeezed and lifted into the air by the tree trunks.

The dead trees, which seemed to have completely lost their vitality, were probably the strongest unmutated plants in this region in terms of survival.

The “fingers” of the ghostly claw were entwined with brambles and thorny vines; mutated and unmutated plants coexisted and clung together in a very bizarre way.

About a dozen incomplete skeletons were dragged by the vines, hanging like marionettes under the massive “ghostly claw” that blotted out the sky.

A cold wind blew, and the bones rattled.

A white skeletal arm fell and landed in front of the two of them.

It added an extra sense of apocalyptic horror and desolation.

“From here on,” Ace Aimu continued to lead the way, but Lind grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Don’t move for now.”

“What’s the matter, Lord?” Ace Aimu curiously followed Lind’s gaze downward.

On the ground lay a series of huge hoof prints.

From Star Dragon Ridge to Prey Town, the appearance of huge hoof prints was noted, and now to the west, hoof prints appeared again.

Either there was more than one of those monsters, or the creature was roaming without a fixed abode.

It might barge into Star Dragon Ridge at any moment.

“That’s one big horse,” Ace Aimu marveled, but no matter how intently he stared, he couldn’t glean more information: “Could it be a mount?”

“It’s an enemy!”

Lind surveyed the terrain, and based on his experience, he deduced that the gigantic hoofed beast was heading toward Banshee Lake; he breathed a slight sigh of relief, “Let’s go, continue leading the way.”

“Lord, shall we go and deal with that thing?” Ace Aimu pointed at the hoof prints.

With Lind as his strong support, if they could set out and eliminate the enemy directly, the experience and rewards would certainly make others green with envy.

He was just a farmer at heart, but that didn’t mean he would turn down experience that was handed to him on a platter.

“We’ll investigate later.

Our primary objective now is the village you mentioned, and the seeds.”

“Yes, Lord!” Ace Aimu nodded.

He speculated that it must be related to a hidden storyline, or perhaps it was another outdoor elite monster like the one they encountered last night.

He had no intention of facing off against a boss himself, as he was without equipment or levels, but others might be interested.

After leaving the withered forest behind and passing the “ghostly claw” tree, Lind felt something was off as they walked, “Are you sure you’re going in the right direction?”

The burning sensation had moved to behind him; if their goal was the source of the heat, then Ace Aimu must have taken the wrong direction.

However, Ace Aimu didn’t respond and continued forward.

Lind reached out, held his head, and patted his cheek.

“Ouch, wait, wait a minute!

I’m losing blood!” Ace Aimu’s eyes returned to normal.

“I…

Lord, it seemed like I heard someone calling my name just now, so I subconsciously followed the sound,” he explained, looking ahead with discomfort.

He had never encountered such a situation when playing games before.

The idea of a player being controlled and genuinely losing control of their mind was unthinkable.

Lind also looked forward, but his thoughts were even more abundant.

“Banshee Lake!”