Silky White Grandma

The Ring of Magic had shattered.
Calamities emerged.
Lind, who had crossed over to become a wild monster NPC at a stronghold in the apocalyptic Magic World, saw a group of undead shouting "Pass the flame" arrive at his territory. They held lofty ideals and were willing to sacrifice themselves to save the world.
Therefore, Lind prepared to masquerade as the village chief of Newbie Village.
Lind: As a remnant of the old era, I will craft a ship that can carry us to the new era.
Player: After enduring endless hardships, we finally met the BOSS, and then the BOSS just knelt down and swore fealty to the lord.
...
"I, the King of Game BOSSes, Just Want to Be a Good Newbie Village Chief"
"Player: Every NPC on Our Side is as Strong as a BOSS"
"Player: That BOSS Actually Can't Beat the Quest NPC We're Supposed to Protect?"
Tags: Lord, Farming, Kindombuilding, Fantasy, Fourth Apocalypse

The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!

This place resembled a gigantic castle; they appeared to have emerged directly atop a deserted castle's high tower.


Upon entry, flickering flames from the braziers provided scant illumination around them.


The lion banners and dragon banners hung on either side, signifying that this place now belonged to Lind's Expedition Army.


The Undead gathered in small groups, chatting, tending to wounds, and eating—in appearance, they were no different from the soldiers fighting at the front lines.


Upon closer observation, you could hear them cheerfully discussing their recent graceful swordplay, boasting of their feats in taking on five opponents single-handedly.


The light from the fire outlined the edges of William and Wen's armor, their golden contours drawing the attention of the Undead, who subconsciously lowered their voices and looked towards them.


Chapter 387 Equipment Metamorphosis_3