The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 217 - 192 Spice Clone

Chapter 217: Chapter 192 Spice Clone

"Ah!!"

A roar suddenly erupted, and an expanding blast wave exploded in what appeared to be a flimsy cell.

I, Pikachu Catcher, was startled and fell back.

However, the expected damage did not occur—the seemingly fragile cell had successfully blocked the attack, and the storm broke out in the inner space, activating the Magic Circle.

Invisible chains bound the roaring sound until it showed signs of weariness, struggling to breathe heavily.

"A foreigner?" A hoarse voice rose from the adjacent cell.

The Undead immediately turned to look, seeing a man with fiery red hair. His long hair cascaded over him, his demeanor calm, as if not imprisoned but standing on a victorious battlefield, calmly experiencing a victory that was surely his.

[Son of Ronan · Almet Flame Wing, Level 26]

"Haven’t seen me before? Once a child blessed by the gods, now forsaken as the world crumbles," continued Almet Flame Wing, his hoarse voice speaking, "All that awaits us here is to die alone."

A Red-Name Monster that initiated a conversation, likely a Red-Name BOSS, and moreover, so amicably.

The Undead’s mind was slightly disordered as he turned to look around. Some people turned to look upon hearing the commotion; others shrunk into the corners, ignoring him; still, others screamed in madness.

"Are you Old Nobility?" asked the Undead.

"Old Nobility!!"

The iron prisons were intensely struck. A black-haired youth next to Almet’s cell roared at the Undead, "Traitors! Rebels! There are only Nobles in this world. Do you think by proclaiming yourselves as New Nobility, you can replace a great surname? Can you seize that glory?"

[Son of Ronan · Bradley Blacksword, Level 26]

The black-haired youth’s temperament was very volatile, completely different from the red-haired Almet Flame Wing. However, with a level of 26 and only 1500 less HP than Lind, the Undead found it hard not to pay attention to him.

"His temperament has always been like this," Almet waited until Bradley Blacksword had finished roaring before speaking, "and the symptoms are becoming more pronounced."

"Sorry," perhaps Pikachu Catcher could sense the tragic abandonment they felt by the era, and of course because he realized the NPCs in this game were truly intelligent; only by immersing oneself could one pry useful information from them: "I’ve seen those rebels. Look at this, I also serve a noble from the Rand Kingdom."

Noble from the Rand Kingdom!

Upon hearing this, even the figures in the corners turned their heads toward him.

[Son of Ronan · Dominic Night Fiend, Level 26] The Undead noticed him, a thin figure who seemed the silent type.

He removed his Lion Badge, which he had received not long ago, lifting it as he passed by each cell, showing it, "Truly, this is a badge bestowed by Lord Lind Armand!"

It should be useful. The lion seemed to be the Armand family crest.

"Armand! Lion!" someone mentioned.

"It must be true!"

"Lind, I’ve seen him. He once served Prince Cote, but was defeated in the succession battle."

"The last time he passed through the fortress I saw him. Hmm, a very pure noble."

The sane ones discussed among themselves excitedly, while the insane continued to rave wildly.

"No, you’re lying!" Almet Flame Wing suddenly grew agitated, his red hair floating as his anger rose, "You’re lying, lying! No noble could maintain their sanity!"

"He’s in the north!" Pikachu Catcher immediately explained, "Really, he’s in the Red Dragon Foothills. Eh, you might not know that place. Do you know Holy Water Town? How about the Reverse Highlands?"

Realizing they knew about the Reverse Highlands, the Undead breathed a sigh of relief: "Right on the western side of the Reverse Highlands, he founded Star Dragon City, and we all serve him!"

Fearing they might not believe him, the Undead continued to offer examples: "Do you know Miss Miko? Okay, maybe not, how about Miss Brittany? No? What about Dome? Serene? Milan? Lance?"

"Lance! The Divine Archer Lance?"

The Undead immediately turned toward the speaker, a tall and slender man.

[Son of Ronan · Francis Shadow, Level 26]

"Look, someone knows Lance, yes, that Lance, his archery is truly formidable!" saying this, he even mimicked the posture of drawing a bow, very excited.

The last time during the siege warfare, they had compared skills with Lance, and truly, Lance’s archery vanquished enemies too swiftly, the bane of the frail.

"If I had been there during that contest, he would have been the Kingdom’s second Divine Archer," mused Francis Shadow.

The Undead said it was no big deal: "I can help you two get in touch, and let you have another match."

"Noble Lords?" having perceived a hidden quest, the Undead bowed, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Leave this place," Almet Flame Wing’s floating red hair had already settled.

"You don’t need to be released? Maybe I can find a way."

"No need, leaving here would mean completely losing control; our oaths have already fallen into the Abyss with the Ring of Magic," Almet declared, "Staying here is our destiny."

"Tch," the Undead looked at the sickly ten people and suddenly felt very disheartened.

He cleared his throat: "Would you like to hear the story of Star Dragon City? The story of Lord Lind Armand."

They said nothing, but all looked up at him.

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