The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 126 - 126 117 Cursed Weapon Counter Damage Ice Bow

126: Chapter 117 Cursed Weapon Counter Damage Ice Bow 126: Chapter 117 Cursed Weapon Counter Damage Ice Bow Years of constant warfare had severely worn down the equipment of Rand’s troops, and the soldiers, who had not mastered the technology of smelting iron ore, found it difficult to repair their damaged armor.

In such a state, their equipment grew progressively worse, until now they were dressed much like destitute Wanderers or bandits.

Their living quarters were very ordinary.

But these were just appearances.

The 90 elite were Lind’s harvest from this expedition, of course, the biggest gains were the two he had before him at Upper Rank.

The four-armed Armorer, Bard, didn’t see much improvement in combat; on the battlefield, he could only carry around four swords or four shields, using his Upper Rank strength to dominate.

With more arms, his fingers had also become more agile.

In Bard’s words, he should be able to craft finer armor and mechanisms, given the materials.

Lind liked to hear words like these—materials were no problem, and Bard had plenty of time to prove it.

In contrast, Rand’s combat strength had greatly improved.

Not only did his transformed deer-man appearance make him more agile, moving nimbly through the woods, running faster across open plains, he could even move across cliffs as lightly as a gazelle.

Paired with his divine archery, calling Rand the last enemy Lind would want to encounter was no exaggeration.

And Rand had also stumbled upon an Ice Bow by chance.

“A Blessed Weapon?” Lind pinched the delicate Ice Bow, feeling the coldness that was incompatible with all aspects of his own temperament.

Rand handed him an arrow, and Lind drew the bow and aimed.

Thwang!

The bow was easily drawn to a full moon.

Bard’s eyes widened; he could feel that Lind’s strength was not inferior to his own, but he had not expected him to be this powerful.

Even Rand thought so; drawing the small bow to a full moon was no simple feat.

Moreover, most of the time, he would not draw it to a full moon—it was too difficult, too slow.

With just a light pluck of the bowstring, the arrow could hit precisely within a hundred meters.

Moreover, Rand’s method of attack was quick, light plucking for rapid shots and using Frost to control his enemies.

The cold quickly gathered around the arrow, and not only that, it also began to condense around Lind’s arm that held the bow and the fingers that hooked the string.

Flames oozed from between Lind’s fingers, barely dispelling the chill that tried to harm him as well.

He randomly chose a direction and released his hold.

“Pfft—!”

“Boom!!”

A violent gust followed Lind’s release, the cold wind pushing the people closest to him a half step back.

It was as though the Ice Bow had fired a cannon in an instant.

Bard raised an arm to wipe the frost from his face; his expression was one of shock.

He had seen Rand use this power, but had not thought it would come so easily to Lind.

The airborne ice arrow couldn’t withstand the force forcibly bestowed upon it, and shattered after flying about twenty-some meters against the strong wind.

It left only a trail of Frost on the ground, the disheveled wild grass around it, and no trace of the chilling wind.

Flames appeared on Lind’s body, wrapping around his hands.

As he drew the bow and arrow, the erupting Frost also fed back onto his own body.

“This is not a Blessed Weapon,” Lind returned the Ice Bow to Rand, “It’s not suitable for me.”

Lind didn’t care about attribute incompatibilities; as long as he could achieve a better effect, with the power that the Ice Bow had just exhibited, he could easily ignore those.

But the biggest problem with the Ice Bow was that it would harm its user.

This was completely different from the Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword and the Gold Badge; the greater the force used, the greater the resulting damage.

Cursed Weapons—he had heard Miss Miko speak of them, and Serene mentioned them in casual conversations as well.

To use such weapons, one must make sacrifices, pay a price.

The flames helped Lind drive the chill from his blood, and his frozen fingers finally regained their flexibility.

Then, like the painful sting of thrusting your hands into a pile of snow and pulling them out, sharp pains assailed him, prompting Lind to shake his head; if every use of the bow brought such severe side effects, it was akin to a death sentence.

Although he was in dire need of a ranged weapon, it wasn’t this bow, and besides, it belonged to Rand—Lind did not harbor such peculiar affections.

In the council room, only Lind, Rand, and Bard remained.

“…Rebelling against Leon is a hero ranked strongman, all we know is that he only succeeded in advancing more than a month ago.”

More than a month ago, when the Undead game just started its internal test?

What we are discussing today is not how to break through the Leon Territory, whether it be Lind, Lance, or Bard, they all understand very well that once a Hero appears, city walls cannot stop them, traps cannot affect them, and all they can do is run away and try not to attract their attention.

Lind couldn’t help thinking about the Cyclops outside Dragon Tooth Mountain.

If they could control it and use it to attack the Leon Territory, they might actually succeed in crushing the opposition.

But that’s a Hero Tier Cyclops, and he can only think about it; it’s not practical.

“He has quite a few Upper Ranks under him, but not more than 10,” Lance’s information wasn’t much, but it was barely enough to help Lind peel away the mysterious veil of Leon Territory, giving him more than a vague concept of “New Nobility,” “enemy,” and the like.

Lind had tried to ask Lady Serene, but after confirming she couldn’t disclose any information about Leon Territory, he didn’t ask any further.

Even Miss Miko had mentioned that magic potions, magic, and items, were in place to prevent certain people from disclosing critical intelligence.

A Hero, that is, level 31 and above.

At most 10 Upper Ranks, that is, level 21 and above.

Currently, there are three Upper Rank individuals who have surfaced: Lady Serene who has been captured, the envoy who went to Holy Water Town but was shot dead by an arrow from Lance, and the Storm High-ranking Wizard from Harbor Village.

“Let’s put Leon Territory aside for now,” Lind tapped the table, “We’re going to attack Holy Water Town!

How much strength does Holy Water Town have now?”

With Lance and his group’s strength, Lind didn’t believe they couldn’t take down Holy Water Town, but thinking of Lady Serene, he felt maybe he shouldn’t speak too definitively.

Lady Serene, riding an Earth Dragon, in a sense, was powerful enough to crush Lance and Bard.

Lance’s arrows were frequent but low in damage, Bard wasn’t the main fighter, and facing the magma-spewing Earth Dragon and Serene in her spirit-locking chainmail, they could only be crushed.

“No more than two hundred people,” Lance replied, “Holy Water Town is built behind a mountain, you need to go through a tunnel.

After coming out of the tunnel, there’s a sloped valley.

They’ve already taken control of the high ground on both sides of the valley.

Forcing through would lead to ambush from both sides of the high ground.”

It’s like a slippery slide, easy to defend and hard to attack, paired with rolling stone offensives, no wonder Lance couldn’t make it through.

His arrows could at best reach around a hundred meters, and even an Upper Rank couldn’t withstand the fierce falling rocks.

“What about their strength?”

“The mayor of Holy Water Town, Bauer, I’ve shot through his arm with an arrow.

He is a right-handed swordsman.”

Lance, who had been communicating with Lind with humility, showed disdain on his face when he mentioned his former defeated subordinate.

A swordsman whose right hand had been disabled?

Hmph.

“Upper Rank?”

“Just an ordinary Great Knight,” Lance shook his head, “Other than that, there’s a Pharmacist who is a Wizard, and a somewhat special Wizard, but no Upper Ranks.”

“Special?” A new profession has emerged?

After thinking it over, Lance said, “Good at creating illusions.

If one inadvertently gets drawn in by the Illusion Technique, they might start attacking one another.”

Lind frowned, “Sounds a bit troublesome.”

He likes direct combat, not opponents who turtle up.

But since there’s no Upper Rank, there shouldn’t be a problem.

With the strength of the three of them, being all Upper Ranks, they could push through forcibly.

His role as a tank, Lance’s Archer, and Bard, who’s responsible for traps and although not immediately useful, also counts as an Upper Rank, means there shouldn’t be any unexpected incidents during the siege.

If the Newbie Village head were also Upper Rank, that’d be an issue.

About 200 residents plus dozens of Undead who don’t fear death.

And they control the terrain advantage.

That sums up all of Holy Water Town’s cards.

However, the reason Holy Water Town has survived till now is that Lance and his people’s hypothetical enemy has been the new nobility from Leon Territory; they’ve never really considered a mere Newbie Village, otherwise, if they truly wanted to force an attack, there’s always a way to break through.

Lind made a quick plan and then wrote a letter to Reed, “Go back to Star Dragon Ridge, hand this letter to Miss Miko, she knows what to do.”

“Yes!”

“And take these,” Lind didn’t bother being courteous with Lance, taking all of the Hearts of Calamity, “Give them all to Miss Miko.”