The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 308 - 262: The Possibility of Becoming a Skill Instructor

Chapter 308: Chapter 262: The Possibility of Becoming a Skill Instructor

As a merchant instructed to come for "reclamation," Renzo stared at the pile of goods before him, zoning out, his mind struggling to process the situation.

Fortunately, his habitually impassive face remained composed, preventing any revelation of his true thoughts.

Reclamation was a command given by Lind.

For some useful items, a hefty price could be offered, and even for the inferior ones, gold coins were given; compared to points, which couldn’t leave Star Dragon City, the range of applicability for gold coins was much broader.

Is all of this according to your plan as well?

But if this were the case, there might not be enough gold coins and Star Dragon Stones, my lord.

If Renzo remembered correctly, he had only informed a few people about the fortress, so how had they managed to gather such a crowd in just a few days?

Magic? There shouldn’t be such a spell available yet, otherwise, communication with the Lord wouldn’t be so strenuous.

Understanding matters about the undead was always difficult, but making the exchange right now was even harder.

Some of the books, weapons, and treasures had some collectible value visible, but most lacked practical use.

Suddenly, Renzo remembered something.

The Lord had once said, if the undead behaved disobediently or engaged in unfathomable actions, then do as follows...

Renzo cleared his throat, and crimson flames burst forth, spreading from his palm; the fiery red serpent constructed of flames twisted and danced.

The fire serpent that ravaged one’s sanity shook its offspring vigorously.

"Fierce Fire Curse!" someone yelled out.

The place quieted down in an instant.

Renzo spoke, "You’ve done well, but now my trouble has come. The Lord is aware of what’s happened here; you’ve made too much noise, and our trade may be hard to continue."

"Damn, it’s really because we didn’t sneak around that the mission failed!" an undead couldn’t help but exclaim.

But Renzo continued, "However, don’t worry, friends. Our trade might still be possible, but before that, I need to explain everything that has happened here to the Lord. Meet me at Mountain Demon Castle; I will continue our trade there."

Lind’s order was simple: if an uncontrollable situation with the undead arose, blame everything on them, claiming they failed to complete the mission as instructed.

This sort of deflection would certainly not arouse the undead’s suspicion, for they also had no clarity on whether they truly adhered to the mission’s demands.

Entering Snake Catcher Fortress and clashing with the soldiers inside was inevitable.

They could never stealthily complete their tasks unless they could resist the urge to fight monsters, not to fight the BOSS, to truly just steal some things for exchange.

With the health bar of the great snake BOSS being so conspicuously present, could they actually refrain from fighting it?

After all was said and done, Renzo simply needed to leave calmly, heading towards Emerald Hill.

A specially prepared Volcano Monster Bird carried Renzo past the "air wall," in the eyes of the undead, this was the significant NPC’s exit scene.

"Wait, where is Mountain Demon Castle?"

"If I’m not mistaken, Mountain Demon Castle should be right behind Snake Catcher Fortress."

"Isn’t that obvious? Mountain Demon Castle is just behind us! People from the central region have already mentioned it, plus Lind is now the Duke of Mountain Demon Castle."

"Does that mean our mission has now become to break through the fortress and take down the BOSS?"

"Exactly!"

The undead grew excited, turning to look at the tents. Although Renzo had left, the logistics personnel who had come with him had not, and these people had prepared ample supplies.

It was time to spend!

The battle at Snake Catcher Fortress unfolded once again, without the Snake People soldiers controlling the city’s defenses atop the walls, the fortress truly opened its gates to them.

Such wars with the undead were all too familiar, and the moment their enemies’ health bars were exposed, the call to attack was sounded.

The giant snake with a human head enveloped in poison fog was like a rapidly moving wall, with its swollen snake-scaled body faintly visible through the thick miasma.

The entire half of the Snake Catcher Fortress was buried in the poison clouds.

The undead stood on the walls, their expressions grave.

The murky figures that emerged through the fog and the rumbling that shook the ground informed them of the terrifying nature of the enemy at hand.

On the city walls, the undead launched their first assault; Wizard’s fireballs never disappoint. The fireballs, rapidly formed in the palms, burned red-hot on each wizard’s cheeks. With their chanting, they arced toward the toxic clouds.

The explosive flames scattered the poison, trembling the air with their fierce power, punching holes through the fog, hitting the gilded roof with a violent crash, causing the buildings to lean and collapse as if swept by a mudslide.

Numerous fireballs fell on the giant serpent, Baron Ronan, but they only managed to scrape out -1-2 damage points. Yet what was more frightening was the creature’s tremendous healing ability.

Is this really a boss we can handle? The undead had questioned this repeatedly. But recalling Renzo’s parting words, they believed there must be a trick they hadn’t yet found.

There could be a special narrative item capable of destroying the enemy, for example, fighting the giant snake for days and nights would not be as effective as suddenly drawing a divine artifact that could vanquish it in a few strikes.

Or perhaps there was a piece of the story not yet triggered.

When facing a boss that is hard to damage no matter what they do, most people do not doubt their own damage output, but believe they must have overlooked something critical.

The giant serpent Ronan charged at the walls, its monstrous impact seeming poised to collapse the entire mountain beneath them. The wall crumbled the instant it was touched, the wizards on the fence caught off guard were flipped and thrown into the air, then fell like raindrops into the poison fog, disintegrating into exploding ash.

The Great Knights, nimble in form, narrowly escaped the same fate. Experienced in close-quarters combat, however, even the knights were helpless against the highly defensive, thick-blooded giant snake wrapped in toxic fog.

Approach meant certain death.

The battle came to a standstill.

Even if Wizards with fireballs could inflict sporadic damage, it was not enough to outpace the healing, remaining grossly insufficient.

...

Lind was delving into the power of the "Lion Knight Path," a force not particularly strong but intriguing nonetheless.

Like other paths, if not practiced to the utmost depth, the power remains in exploratory stages; hence, it must be wielded through "skill learning."

For instance, "Clore’s Explosive Flame and Wrathful Flames" are abilities harnessed by the Songbai Knight Guard of Permafrost Land to guide the flames within, and even with the Sun Ring, Lind could only use these powers through skills.

One is the explosive bombardment of flames, the other is akin to an enchantment that wraps in flames.

The same applies to the Soulless Knight, Supply Flame Knight, and others.

However, upon his promotion to Lion Knight, the ultimate limit was that of a Great Knight. This allowed him to reach the pinnacle of power directly.

He discovered that upon reaching the apex of power, he seemed to suddenly grasp the mastery over the Lion Knight’s power, giving him the foundation to create new forces.

This could be called... self-created skills, skills that could be learned and employed by the undead.

Although the capabilities he devised were not very strong, as the power was destined to be capped at a Great Knight level, they were perfectly usable for the undead at their current stage.

It presented the possibility of him becoming a Skill Instructor.

It also meant he wore his official skin a bit tighter.

At the same time, does it mean, as long as one fully masters the path of their respective magic potion’s power, complete mastery over that power can be attained, and new skills could be created?

The Sun Knight Path might present some difficulties, but should he truly reach its end, would he become the Sun’s Testament, a new main god? If indeed possible, perhaps all the undead could reach the end.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions of Sun’s Testaments? Wonderful, there’s hope for the end of the world, with the Calamity being eliminated within a day. However, bad news would follow: The arrival of a new end of the world.

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