The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 231 - 201 Redemption Coupon_2

Chapter 231: Chapter 201 Redemption Coupon_2

"There’s also the Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame," he recalled, pondering the items that might exist on the Darkfire brothers; unfortunately, Aluna had no idea about its function. If it could forcibly enhance one’s power, that could be troublesome.

Miss Miko waved her hand, dismissing Lind.

Four Heroic-Level Hearts of Calamity could allow Miss Miko to successfully advance to Hero status or enable Morena to reach at least the level of the once Great Archbishop after choosing the path of a Necromancer.

Lind had always been generous with his own people, using things himself if he could, and letting others use them if he could not; hoarding them was a real waste. He had to seize every moment to enhance his power.

The fact that the Undead dared to engage four Cyclops simultaneously had already shocked him. If he were tied down in a narrow area, Lind could not guarantee he could escape unscathed.

Luckily, he now had a Flying Dragon, which could carry him to safety.

When Lind walked out of the inner city, he saw a huge pit had already formed within Star Dragon City.

The outside had always been noisy, so he hadn’t taken it seriously, but in just a few hours, the Undead had worked surprisingly fast.

Now, Flame Tumor Yakirian was curled up and dozing on the ground, guarded by Lance, who would raise his head to remind Lance to shoot him with an Ice Bow when the high body temperature became unbearable.

Lance had long received Lind’s orders, and his own lord had become a Flying Dragon Knight, a creature that existed only in stories; he naturally needed meticulous care.

As Lind approached the Flying Dragon, he could still feel a chill from its neck.

"Alright, don’t fuss over it too much," Lind said, looking at Lance, whose hands were severely frostbitten. He reached out, took the Ice Bow, and casually handed him two bottles of Magic Potion: "I’ll take over."

The group of Green Skins squatting peacefully in front of the Flying Dragon was an unexpected gain for Lind this time.

As he rode the Flying Dragon back to Star Dragon City, passing over the Red Dragon Foothills, Lind saw three Cyclops preparing to attack Star Dragon City, but he also saw the lush green of the Green Skins.

Perhaps they were hiding in a blind spot, from the vantage of Star Dragon City, their presence was indeed undetectable, but from above, on the bare earth, such a large patch of green was hard to miss.

"From the abandoned port?" Lind turned to Serene and Milan standing by as guards.

The Flying Dragon was sufficient to suppress these Green Skins; without the gift of endless rebirth, they couldn’t be as fearless as the Undead.

"Sitan and Sharuba, the two legion commanders who had fled earlier," Milan identified without hesitation the identities of his former colleagues, "But who would have thought they’d turn into Green Skins."

Transform?

Lind looked at Sitan and Sharuba.

He absolutely didn’t have racial prejudices; he only had prejudices toward power. Given the choice, Lind would definitely opt to bully the weak rather than challenge the stronger foes. Unfortunately, more often than not, he had to be on the front lines.

"We are willing to pledge loyalty to you, Lord!" Sitan and Sharuba, seeing that Serene and Milan had already joined Lind, immediately saw their opportunity.

"But I don’t need your loyalty, gentlemen," Lind said, feeling a strong affinity toward the commanders who had died protecting Leon, and naturally having less regard for the two men before him who had fled the battlefield.

His subordinates might not be strong in combat, but they were absolutely reliable in terms of loyalty, fit to be trusted completely.

Even Milan and Dome hadn’t been incorporated into Lind’s combat units, for the loyalty of those who waver was always a concern.

"Why have you come back? Why not stay at the abandoned port?"

Lind hadn’t yet planned on extending his reach to the abandoned port, a desolate place with only a port, but if Lind wanted a port, he could completely go to the old Harbor Village of Newbie Village or open a deep-water port at the castle of Tomorrow’s Magic School.

Not going didn’t mean he would ignore a force not his own operating under his nose. Sooner or later, he would come into contact with them, but he hadn’t expected that contact would come today, and that they would surrender unconditionally.

Sitan and Sharuba made no secret of their plan to head for the Frozen Continent, and also shared their mention of the abandoned port’s sea god.

"The abandoned port’s sea god?" Lind’s interest was piqued: "What does it need?"

"More Green Skins?" The two men exchanged glances.

"And then, loyalty or other things, by the way, are you still Senior Grand Knights?"

"Yes! Our race changed, our bodies became stronger, but that doesn’t hinder us from continuing on the path of the Magic Potion," Sitan clenched his fist, his biceps swollen to levels unachievable by humans.

Even Lind, who was strong and tall among humans, seemed somewhat slight in front of the Green Skins.

Lind’s eyes sparkled, surprised that there was truly a deity in the deep waters of the abandoned port, but it was better for someone with a human body to avoid interacting with it as much as possible.

"I can let you go," Lind gave his suggestion: "You can also take those willing to move with you, but before that, write down all the pathways and powers you have mastered."

Just like that?

Sitan and Sharuba could hardly believe it; the situation was unexpectedly easy. The knowledge of Magic Potion was not important to them; only the power that enhanced them was truly theirs.