The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 35 - The Second Group of the Undead
35: Chapter 35: The Second Group of the Undead
35 -35: The Second Group of the Undead
1.02 update is here.
Lind looked at the “cosers” outside the gates of Star Dragon Ridge, dressed only in white briefs and white tube tops, and felt somewhat amazed.
The number was probably around forty or fifty.
Geralt, Goku, Naruto Uzumaki, Buddha, Bald Qiang, Frieza…
There were some with normal looks, but they were either devastatingly handsome or devastatingly ugly, with a severe polarization of appearance.
The moment Lind showed up, everyone started boiling with excitement.
Controlling at least forty or fifty players with just nine soldiers was a bit difficult, but luckily these people had all seen videos of Star Dragon Ridge.
Even those who hadn’t, upon discovering they had been teleported to Star Dragon Ridge, would immediately search online for strategies related to the territory.
So, they were quite cooperative, knowing that the “Lord” here was a CG character capable of killing bosses.
“The Lord has come out!”
“Brother De, we’re coming to join you~!”
“Dammit, I don’t know if I should say it, but he’s really handsome, wow.”
Not to mention that Lind was shocked, the soldiers who had been in control there were also scared by the sudden enthusiasm.
Just now these people were chatting eagerly, and the moment their own lord appeared, they started hopping around as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Could it be that the Lord is an important figure in the eyes of the undead?
Forget it, it’s not understandable anyway.
The soldiers had very serious expressions.
If such a large number of undead were to riot and launch a suicide attack, how many times could they stop it?
“Why are there so few people?” Lind was somewhat disappointed in his heart.
The update said a portion of people would be teleported to nearby gathering places, and he thought hundreds of players would come.
This place is not Newbie Village after all; having these few was reason enough to be secretly pleased.
Lind cleared his throat, “I should say you have come at the wrong time.
Doomsday, Ring of Magic crumbling, cowards should be hiding in their mothers’ arms with their noses running.
Star Dragon Ridge is not the cradle for good babies, no one’s here to hum tunes from Yuni to lull you to sleep!”
All the players quieted down and looked at him.
The soldiers were amazed by Lind’s “ability to control the scene,” marveling again and again at the Lord’s influence over the undead.
These undead must have so much respect for the Lord, to cheer so enthusiastically the moment he appears, and to become quiet and obedient when he speaks…
It was like, before the apocalypse, when they were following Sun Church, the expression they had facing the Archbishop.
Admiration, conviction, obedience, lust, gluttony…
Wait a minute!
A few soldiers realized something was off; why did some players look at the Lord with such peculiar glances?
Only Lind was aware that the players were watching CG.
“You have also come at just the right time.
Calamity abounds, and the world urgently needs saviors not afraid of death!”
Looking at the undead with the gleaming eyes, Lind glanced over them, paying special attention to one figure among them.
Actually drooling while looking at him?
Why does it feel so awkward?
The speech must continue, so he raised his voice, “Star Dragon Ridge welcomes the undead who harbor grand ideals and want to save the world!”
“Awroo!” The undead howled loudly, though they didn’t quite understand why they were howling.
But it is pretty cool, isn’t it?
It was as if they weren’t playing a game, but a group of people had traveled to the apocalypse Magic World and were gathering in a small border territory, ready to save the world.
Decay, hunger, mission, and belief.
An epic sense hits all at once.
A total of 55 players arriving did indeed leave Lind somewhat overstretched in making arrangements.
First off was the housing issue.
The soldiers were hesitant about how to accommodate them, but Lind simply swept his hand and let them all in!
Players are like smooth donkeys, with a strong rebellious psychology.
The more you restrict them, the more they want to do it.
Bypassing the “air wall” can be even more important than beating a boss, so it’s important to keep some areas open.
The soldiers had no objections and upon receiving Lind’s command, they went out to patrol.
As for housing, it would be enough to have the players stay in the little houses built by Loves White Silk and the rest.
If they didn’t feel like playing anymore, they could just log off; there was no need to sleep in the game.
Next came the utilization of manpower.
There were a total of 60 Undead players—properly utilized, that’s like 60 tireless oxen, and they don’t even need to eat.
Besides, he wasn’t trying to exploit the Undead players; the thing was, if they weren’t given a reason to grind, they would become unhappy.
Considering that if there weren’t enough tasks and rewards, these 60 players might all run off to Prey Town, Lind began to worry about how to handle the task allocation.
He needed a multitude of tasks to satisfy the Undead.
To find them something to do.
In Lind’s eyes, Prey Town was more of a player faction than Star Dragon Ridge, so it was important to increase his own competitiveness; otherwise, he doubted that the Undead, once they had gone to Prey Town, would still be willing to treat this place as their base.
“You guys want to help?”
Lind already had some ideas in mind, planning to set the Undead players to work.
To his surprise, they turned out to be more anxious than Lind himself, coming to him proactively.
“Of course, Star Dragon Ridge always needs people willing to lend a hand,” said Lind, his voice tinged with exhaustion.
Although this fatigue didn’t stem from the battle with the Carrion Queen, but rather from watching outfit tutorials on videos last night, tired was tired, with absolutely no acting involved.
“Our walls are not sturdy enough.
The encircling Scavengers have been eliminated, but you experienced Undead fighters must also know, they’re definitely not the last snakes.”
The players nodded vigorously.
Experienced fighters?
Absolutely right!
We’re all seasoned hands here, the more praise, the better—we love it!
“Go and repair the previous breaches in the walls, make them stronger, so we can all sleep better.
I’m willing to pay 10 Rand Gold Coins to any Undead willing to help, and if you want to group up for the task and split the reward, that’s fine too.”
“Are there any other tasks?” The players were not in a rush to act, over forty of them crowding together, eagerly waiting for his reply.
Lind continued, “The crisis at the Scavenger’s Nest has been averted, but perhaps there are still other things hidden there.
I am very curious about the appearance of the Carrion Queen, and maybe you can uncover some secrets.”
Compared to the previous task, this one had no reward, no monsters to fight, just the vague promise of “secrets.” Though the players’ eyes glittered, not a single one was willing to take on the task.
Because among them, 56 players were the unfortunate ones who had been strolling around bare-assed, acquiring nothing but views.
Only Loves White Silk and the other four seasoned Undead cared more about this task.
Although their combat strength wasn’t strong, after another round of leveling up and equipment upgrades, they had completely outpaced these players.
What if there was a hidden storyline, what if?
Lind went on, “Star Dragon Ridge needs food.
Hunt or search for food, and for every 10 pounds of meat or grain you bring back, you’ll get 2 Rand Gold Coins.
That’s all for now, but perhaps we can talk more about the development of the territory tonight.”
This task excited the Undead players because it didn’t involve monster hunting.
They needed equipment right now, so they were really short on money.
The players began to conspiratorially discuss right in front of Lind, “I think this must be a bug; as long as we find enough food, we can just keep farming Gold Coins!”
“Is food expensive in this game?”
“It’s the apocalypse, so it’s probably out of respect for the setting.
But I think the dev team might have overlooked this.
What if later on 1000 pounds of food could be exchanged directly for a full set of armor?
Wouldn’t that just be the best?”
“I wanna buy a set of armor!”
Watching more than half of them eagerly leave to search for food, Lind chuckled to himself.
Bug?
No, I just want food, actual grain!
Even with 1000 pounds of food, so what if I gave out a set of armor.
With enough food, the benefits he could gain were definitely more than the players could imagine.
But there were ten players who remained unmoved, even though Lind had made it clear that there were no more tasks for the time being.
They didn’t hurry; instead, they chose to chat and interact with the surrounding environment, letting out occasional “oohs.” ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
The ones who had rushed to leave were clearly the “Achiever” type of players, and the kind Lind needed for development—these people were veteran players very devoted to their gaming.
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The remaining ten players must be the current least useful “Socializers,” those for whom making friends trumped playing the game.
Clearly, neither the rewards nor penalties Lind proposed could satisfy these players who desired nothing.
For them, social interaction was more important.
Lind currently labeled himself as producing “soul-type” games, not “Pokemon Go” or “Animal Crossing.”
Thus, getting them on board was proving to be difficult.
