The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 278 - 233: Queen, but Poster Girl_3

Chapter 278: Chapter 233: Queen, but Poster Girl_3

Lord Baya was very confident in his own forces. With an absolute advantage in numbers, even if they traded one for one, he would still have the upper hand against Lind’s few dozen soldiers.

The first probing attack of Lind, with those strange birds and hunting dogs returning without success, further bolstered Lord Baya’s confidence.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, the orderly march forward was like thunder roaring.

The force transmitted to their boots was like small hammers tapping on their heels, sending the tingling sensation up their bones and into their brains.

"They’re finally here!" Lord Baya watched Rand’s shield-bearing infantry, not panicked, but instead, excited.

Seeing the enemy, the complaining market Great Knights also regrouped.

They had the numerical advantage, and now it was their turn to tear the enemy apart.

The two armies collided, the tumultuous noise drowned out everything else.

The head-on collision of hundreds of Great Knights, the hard stone ground under the chaos of footsteps was like a rug, easily crumpled under their trampling.

Toe caps easily dug out large pits, the storm caused by the impact danced wildly, disturbing the airflow above.

Upon the first collision, Lord Baya’s side claimed victory. They easily knocked down the opposing Great Knights, watching them tumble and roll in the wind like fallen leaves in a storm.

The Rand infantrymen maintained a defensive stance and retreated. They couldn’t be annihilated in an instant, but if pursued, they could slowly be dealt with.

The further they retreated, the narrower the path became.

The long narrow alley split the troops up, the market Great Knights like a infinitely flexible sphere, forcibly squeezing themselves into a tube.

They caught up, Rand’s infantrymen raised their shields but did not continue to flee.

The market Great Knights who were the first to squeeze in were puzzled, but if the enemy wasn’t running away, then attack!

A sharp arrow tore through the wind and pierced an arm of a Great Knight.

This arrow was like a signal; the sky was suddenly covered with a chaotic barrage of arrows, sweeping in from the rooftops like a tide, covering every corner.

Retreat... there are comrades squeezing forward behind them, and the voices in front couldn’t reach the back.

Those in front wanted to retreat, but those behind were still pushing forward.

They could only rush forward, killing the Rand infantrymen blocking the way and forcefully carving out a blood path.

But these arrows were extraordinary, carrying various peculiar abilities: explosions, flames, and some even wrapped around oil pots. The attack thus abruptly turned into a Flame Storm, coating the market Great Knights’ armor with oil stains and Flames, which then crept into the cracks of their armor, gnawing at their flesh.

The Archers above seemed to have an endless supply of arrows.

Even if a market Great Knight managed to make it to the front of the infantry line, they were already severely wounded, only to be met by soldiers rising from behind their shields and the single-handed swords wielded with cold gaze.

"Ambush?" Lord Baya’s face turned ugly; this was his castle, and he remembered that there should have been a small garrison here for rotation.

The wailing in front finally dissuaded the rear Great Knights from pressing forward as if that alley was not just a passageway but a demonic maw devouring lives.

The troop formation completely fell into disarray.

"Clip-clop, clip-clop!" The light sound of horse hooves approached from behind.

A sense of foreboding grew stronger in Lord Baya’s heart; he turned to look in the direction of the noise.

Lind, carrying a Greatsword aflame, stared at him with a few knights behind him and two figures engulfed in black flames at his side.

Flames light up everything around, but those two black figures swallowed all the light.

The third wave of attack commenced, aimed directly at Lind.

The Catastrophe Warhorse, now at full speed, was like a human-shaped meteor, the heat waves intensifying as Lind drew closer, bringing a crushing sensation down on Lord Baya’s face.

In that moment, Lord Baya thought of many things.

Undoubtedly, he had saved his territory with a decisive sneak attack during the outset of the Duke’s madness.

But power was too alluring, no one could resist that temptation, and Baya never thought he had done anything wrong.

He too had been a Knight unafraid of war.

His pupils reflected Lind’s figure, drawing ever closer. It was as if he heard once more the wail of sword and Armor clashing, the intense vibration from the handle of the sword that reverberated through his hands and made his blood boil.

He seemed to hear the sound of bones shattering too.

In the end, darkness filled his vision, and all that remained were streaks of gold.

Lind didn’t shout to stop the war, for he had already seen that Lord Baya had almost no control over these market knights, and Lord Baya’s death wouldn’t restrain anyone.

Fighting incites rage, and with the blood running hot, shouting won’t make it stop.

The only way to end a war is for one side to win and the other to lose.

The unhalting Catastrophe Warhorse carried Lind into the midst of the Great Knights, the Greatsword cutting through head after head. The combination of speed and explosive force made this charge unmatchable.

The brother figures turned into Dark Flame shuttling through the crowds; when a weapon landed on them, they turned into a mass of black flames that couldn’t be hit, making swords strike air.