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?!

Lind, even though he had anticipated it, couldn't help but admire in his heart when he saw the "trade" loot gathered by the Undead, well done!


He remembered that the Undead only had tens of thousands of beast teeth on them, and that was the total assets of 3000 Undead. The ones who left had at most three to five hundred beast teeth on them, yet they managed to bring back goods equivalent to those of a small town.


With the new map, without any restrictions, the Undead finally began to act unscrupulously.


"Sir, these are the things we bought!" The Undead deliberately omitted the less important part related to forceful plundering.


Bloodstained armor, bloodstained dried meat provisions, bloodstained ore, bloodstained... Beastmen.


Lind looked at the several dozen Beastmen huddled together in fear, "Why have you captured them?"


"Sir, they are Beast Tamers, carefully selected to pair with Scorpion Fleas!"


Chapter 427 We Undead Also Have Our Own Paru_2