The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 250 - 215: The Ten Sons_3

Chapter 250: Chapter 215: The Ten Sons_3

"Did they say where they were going?" Lind asked, "To seek refuge with whom?"

"Baya?" Dominic said.

"Who?" Lind heard a name unfamiliar to him.

He hadn’t wondered how Ronan’s sons, who couldn’t pass through the fortress, communicated with the other side. These guys could exchange "hisses," so they surely had a way to communicate across great distances.

And using birds as messengers was hardly a cutting-edge technique.

"A newly risen Grand Lord," said Almet Flame Wing this time, "He was once a knight of the Duke of the Mountains’ Wrath, but he stabbed the Duke in the back just as he was about to descend into complete madness."

"An Oathbreaker!" someone cursed angrily.

Compared to the loyalty of Ronan’s sons, the actions of that Knight Baya were indeed deplorable.

"He inherited everything from the Duke?" Lind inquired.

"Everything!"

If one hadn’t profited, killing a Duke on the verge of madness might have even preserved some good reputation, but now that Knight Baya had certainly become a symbol of greed.

However, Lind wasn’t interested in Baya.

As he understood, to go from Snake Catcher Fortress to the Duke’s domain would take more than a month on horseback, no matter where you were headed, it wasn’t convenient.

Lind then brought up another matter: "Among you, is there a knight devout to the Sun’s Testament?"

He felt he should be direct rather than beating around the bush.

Even without the Brotherhood of Black Fire, if he couldn’t obtain the relevant textual notes from Songbai Knight Guard Clorey, who might exist in Permafrost Land, he could still get the hero’s Magic Potion formula from the hands of a Great Knight of another Sun’s Testament pathway.

Ronan’s sons clearly hadn’t anticipated Lind would suddenly ask this question, but they were quite sincere: "No, our power comes from Baron Ronan’s blessing, we’re all Snake Catcher pathway."

Their conversation was quite friendly; Lind didn’t show any hostility, and it just so happened that Ronan’s sons didn’t take the Magic Potion pathway seriously.

Turning the Magic Potion into one’s own power was what mattered most.

Otherwise, the Magic Potion formula was just a useless scrap of paper.

"Could you tell us, how do you control the madness in your bloodline and your heart?" Almet Flame Wing asked, after ensuring Lind had no more questions, voicing his inner doubts.

"This, I might need to understand your situation first," Lind replied.

He couldn’t be certain why he hadn’t gone mad; perhaps it was because the real Lind was dead, he’d taken over the nest, and so he was not cursed?

If that were the case, he had also lost a lot because, from all the information he had obtained so far, nobles who took the Magic Potion would trigger their bloodline powers, resulting in a massive increase in strength.

Like the Crimson Knight Black Gold, whose talent definitely couldn’t compare to Lind’s, yet from the live footage shot by the Undead, he was at least four meters tall.

Baron Ronan’s condition was probably even more terrifying.

And when Night Fiend mentioned the Duke earlier, he seemed to have become quite terrifying as well.

...

Riff and the others, led by Pang, sat down to rest. The Snake People Outpost was different from Star Dragon Ridge; as a pass, the fortress lay directly behind it, with a constant influx of resources.

It wasn’t just the material abundance—after Baron Ronan lost control, the affected soldiers all remained in that fortress, and those who weren’t affected withdrew to the Snake People Outpost, numbering one to two hundred.

Most of them were Great Knights within this group of people.

Lance and the others had accumulated several dozen Calamity Hearts, even Superior Calamity Hearts, over more than two years; the stronger and more united Snake Catcher Fortress, under the leadership of the decuplets, could only be stronger.

They had quite a bit to talk about.

"Yeah, the apocalypse sure is terrible, but at least we..." Pang was chatting with Riff, but the smile on his face faded.

Riff and the others also heard the "hisses" in the air.

"What’s going on?" Riff realized it was the Snake People communicating through some special frequency.

The expression of the person before him was also off.

"We are soldiers of the Lord, and we know you want to go through the fortress, but Ronan’s sons have asked us to remain friendly. You know, dealing with beasts like you who hide their talons is quite difficult for me."

"What are you talking about?" Riff was confused.

The dispersed Star Dragon soldiers in the distance realized something was wrong, too; they gathered quickly as the low atmospheric pressure activated their cautious instincts.

A storm was coming!

Pang glared at Riff, his eyes filled with disgust and hatred, and he spoke through clenched teeth: "I knew you didn’t come with good intentions, so were you planning to lure us here and then attack from the other side?"

"What attack?" Riff felt very aggrieved.

"You’ve lost the honor of knights, stopping at nothing!" Pang accused angrily.

"I don’t know what’s happening, but there must be a misunderstanding!" Riff was certain that before they left, the Lord had told them to show enough friendliness, and there was no intention of starting a fight.

If there truly was an intention to use force, they would have sent the Flying Dragon instead; these non-fliers would have been burned to death without the ability to resist.

"If you have no intention of fighting, then surrender!" Pang had already drawn his sword: "Surrender, and wait until we’ve investigated everything."

"The worst has happened," Milan’s voice came from a distance.

"Sorry, I can’t give up my weapons," Riff shook his head.

Indeed, the worst had happened.