The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 229 - 200: The Fear of Being Dominated by Giants_2

Chapter 229: Chapter 200: The Fear of Being Dominated by Giants_2

"Holy shit, there’s such a good thing? Hurry and send the Cyclops over and let the NPCs help us hold off the monsters!"

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Meanwhile, Sitan and Sharuba, two Legion commanders who had forsaken their human identities, had readied all the combat forces of the tribe.

These Green Skins, exuding a ridiculous aura that could make one’s stomach churn, were not without flaws; their bodies were too large to find proper gear, and many used primitive weapons.

"Tie a wood stick and a chunk of iron together, you idiot! Like this!" Sitan snatched a stick from one of the Green Skins and, under the furious gaze of what seemed like an enraged chimpanzee, picked up a barnacle-encrusted, rusty anchor and tied it sticky to the stick with a rope.

Two inconspicuous items immediately transformed into a handy weapon capable of smashing a horse into mud, not pretty, but wild enough, and his aesthetic had started to turn wild as well.

"What should we say now?" Sharuba turned to look at the raucous crowd of mutated Green Skins.

Even if they encountered Lord Leon, no, if they encountered Lord Leon, they were completely confident that there would be no conflict.

"Swear an oath to the Sea God?" Sitan grinned, showing his teeth in a smile.

Though they had gained the power of the Green Skins, it did not mean they would expand the faith according to the Sea God’s demands, which contradicted their initial thoughts.

Stay far away from those deities! Then praise them from afar, that’s the wisdom of weak humans for survival.

"Yeah, my blood is already boiling!" Sharuba picked up his old helmet, once a fine armor that enveloped his head, now shrunk to the size of a fist.

He casually crumpled the helmet into a lump of iron.

They had initially fled when the Undead besieged the city, but now they not only matched the Undead in numbers but also surpassed them in strength, and they genuinely didn’t know how they could lose.

"Sea God!" Sharuba raised his sword high, holding it as if it were a lightweight one-handed sword, but dazzling enough.

"Sea God!" Sitan also raised his fist and roared in response.

The confused Green Skins mimicked the yelling.

Setting off on a journey, they departed from the abandoned port heading towards the Leeward Highlands, then straight towards Leon City.

If they could avoid conflict, all the better, they might head straight for the Snake Catcher Fortress, no, the Snake Catcher Fortress could wait, even Lord Leon was hesitating, so they saw no need to directly confront the Old Nobility.

They pondered other ways to reach the eastern side of the Frozen Soil Mountain Range.

Fly or tunnel?

The two felt a bit dull, unsure whether this was related to becoming Green Skins. After another shout of "Sea God," they began to move.

Since their departure, everything had gone smoothly. They encountered no calamities or monsters, except for treading on lifeless, soft soil while the surroundings remained desolate as if everything was still before the apocalypse.

After several days of rapid march, the Green Skins left the Leeward Highlands and stepped once again into the wilderness of Leon Territory, scenes of past collisions seemingly still in front of their eyes.

Just like at the beginning, when they completely disregarded the Undead. When the devastating assault of the Undead surged forward, all they could do was flee.

The dark night enveloped the suddenly towering walls ahead, the cold reconstructed buildings, and the huge siege engines visible from afar, making the Green Skins instinctively stop.

That towering wall, like a small mountain, completely crushed their conjectures.

How many days had it been?

Was Leon City gone?

Right, the Abyssal Curse on Lord Leon had already spread. It was normal for Leon City to be gone, but what if.

Loyalty might not be strong, but they always trusted Lord Leon’s strength.

"What should we do?" Sitan, who used to have his own style, had gradually developed the habit of tossing problems to others along the way.

Sharuba wasn’t doing any better.

"Attack?"

The Green Skins could definitely breach that wall, they were confident in this, but behind that wall were a couple hundred Undead; the heavily damaged Green Skin tribe might hardly hold on at that point.

As they were contemplating their battle strategy, the ground’s trembling attracted the Green Skins’ attention. Three huge beings, taking cumbersome steps, charged toward Star Dragon City amidst a crowd of people riding Catastrophe Warhorses.

"Don’t move!"

The Green Skins decided to stand still, for they had never seen a Cyclops before, a creature that seemed not to belong to this nation’s roster of magical monsters, yet their aura was indisputably genuine.

A Hero Tier Cyclops, tough-skinned and durable.

No matter how slow-witted they were, they knew it was time to sit back and watch the fight unfold.

The rumbles from outside were also felt within Star Dragon City.

The heavy footsteps of giant creatures and the chaotic running of hundreds of hooves made people’s bones ache.

The Soldiers patrolling the city walls were the first to spot the Cyclops emerging from where the southern ground met the sky, and the urgent alarm set all Soldiers into action.

Lance, stationed on the city wall with his Ice Bow, gazed at the approaching Cyclops, towering like skyscrapers, and that day too, he felt the fear of being dominated by giants.

The people on the walls appeared incredibly tiny, the towering giants only needing to stand upright to be level with them, and the stark contrast in their sizes made onlookers involuntarily hold their breath, their hearts sinking, unable to breathe.

"Ready!" Lance quickly mobilized the Soldiers.

The massive crossbow swayed as two people operated it, one aiming and the other loading spear-like arrows onto it.

They cranked the mechanism swiftly, pulling the thick bowstring open with a small contraption, its exaggerated tension mirroring their strung nerves.

Boom!

Arrows struck the forefront running Cyclops, driven by immense force, successfully embedding into the giant’s forearm, chest, and shoulder.

"Damn, that’s fierce?" the kite-flying Undead, having stumbled upon a new discovery, had no idea that the city wall’s crossbow, although a fixture, and modified by NPCs after the Undead scraped it off the internet, could cause damage comparable to a dozen Undead’s fireballs.

It was just a pity that its firing rate was somewhat slow.

The Cyclops finally collided with the city wall, its slanted body slamming into it, the wall resounded with a thunderous tilt, nearly toppling over, and the scattered debris shot through Star Dragon City like thunderbolts.

Lance, with his agile movements, steadied himself and swiftly drew his bow.

The backlash from the curse coated his arms quickly with frost, forming a pair of ice armor on his arms, pulling the bow to its maximum, stretching his body’s tolerance to its limits.

The Cyclops was now directly in front of him, and the bowstring unleashed a storm.

Frost swept across the wall, the ground covered in wildly growing branches of white frost and crystalline spikes, quickly enveloping the Cyclops’ advancing head, forming a gigantic icicle just below the Cyclops’ nose.

The threat of death looming, Lance, his body frozen stiff, could only watch helplessly as the enraged Cyclops raised its arm, its clenched fist like a small house crashing down toward him.

Even the light above was obscured by darkness.

Darkness? Although the fist was huge, it surely couldn’t block out the sky.

"Roar!!"

An unsettling roar came from the sky.

Serene, who had just reached the front of the city wall, was the first to look up, followed by countless others who also turned their gaze toward the sky where a slender figure with outstretched wings glided.

Scarlet scales shimmered with dazzling light.

It was a bipedal Flying Dragon!

The slender Red-Scaled Flying Dragon, snake-like in the air, was agilely maneuvering, and upon reaching above the Cyclops, retracted its forewings, diving down like a sharp sword.

Its jaws clamped onto the Cyclops’ upraised fist, the powerful bite and impact force restraining the Cyclops from swinging its fist forward.

The plunge brought a sweeping wind pressure across Star Dragon City’s wall, nearly blowing the standing Great Knights off.

The Flying Dragon, even longer than the Cyclops, used its dominant size to overpower and pin down the Cyclops, its shaking head gnawing at the Cyclops’ arm, blood splattering.

The Cyclops, contemplating punching the Flying Dragon’s head, marked this as a battle belonging to the massive.

But the onlookers soon noticed something else, sending chills down their spine.

There was a figure on the back of the Dragon.

Wearing only ragged, rolled-up pants as if he had just emerged from a sea of fire, his chest adorned with dense, mesmerizing patterns.

Lind Armand!