The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 310 - 264: I Excel at Bullying the Weak

Chapter 310: Chapter 264: I Excel at Bullying the Weak

Suddenly, a note appeared above Baron Ronan’s head, "Cunning King!"

But no undead feared, instead, they became excited as their bodies began to twitch uncontrollably, seemingly as if something was about to tear through and burst out.

The weirder, the better!

The Baron’s serpentine body began to uncontrollably twist on the side with the bizarre face, the snake scales bulging as something wriggled within.

Rustle.

[-5000]

The sudden burst of damage above the Baron’s head made the undead’s hearts suddenly twitch.

"Damn it, what’s going on?"

We’ve been fighting so hard, my brothers are already dying of desperation, hardly losing a few hundred drops of blood, and it regenerated in the blink of an eye, yet you, you just self-destruct.

"I can’t accept this kind of plot kill!" someone complained.

"Why do I feel like there’s a hidden plot?"

"Definitely a bug!"

"Damn, brothers, what are we waiting for, charge!" An undead, seeing a group still discussing, couldn’t help but remind them.

"It’s CG time now, but we can still move, charge!"

The undead charged, the undead died.

The Baron’s snake skin was torn, and from within extended a dried, emaciated arm, devoid of skin, its flesh and veins barely clinging to the bone.

At that very moment, the arm of flesh suddenly swung, its bloody glow clearing the undead in an instant.

The Storm and the engulfed ashes turned into a storm.

"Damn it, I just ate my brother’s ashes!" Someone wailed, and then he was blown over by the storm.

The power of the Great Knights seemed feeble in front of this force.

Baron Ronan’s eyes gradually dimmed, but he seemed to still be struggling.

A strange discomfort spread among the undead, especially from the pair of eyes at the Baron’s neck, touching the depths of their souls.

Several undead hid behind the ruins, peeking out and quietly recording everything, completely embodying war correspondents.

"Are we going again?"

"Go to hell, can’t you see, this is a CG playing, and I always feel this plot is a bit nebulous."

"It’s definitely still in beta testing, but did this boss just overflow with damage?"

Dealing with one Baron Ronan was troublesome enough, yet there was a second phase.

That was it, the second phase was powerful enough to kill people with a mere wave of a hand. There was no point in playing anymore.

Then they saw the bloody hand clenched, stones swirling in the gale, slowly coalescing into a longsword made of wind and rubble.

A bizarre, hoarse roar came from the Baron’s neck, the wailing sound sweeping through the rolling black clouds above.

Countless accumulated skeletons were blown away by the roar, exploding into ash.

The undead dared not approach the fortress any longer.

The bizarre Baron Ronan ignored the few remaining undead. His bulky body suddenly rushed forward a distance, like transforming into a shadow.

This was nearly impossible for such a massive creature, not only was the speed so fast that it seemed like teleportation, but even as it moved, it didn’t affect the surroundings. It was only after stopping that it seemed to suddenly appear, pushing aside the surrounding ruins.

The oddest part was that the direction of the sprint was not where the snake-like body of Baron Ronan faced, but an odd angle from the ripped neck, the direction of that arm.

"The BOSS keeps losing health!"

"Indeed it’s losing health, but we can’t catch up, how do we beat this thing?"

Rampaging Baron Ronan was nearly invincible, despite being in a mysterious state of losing health, the rate was very slow. With his remaining nearly 30000 Health Points, he could rampage for a few days without a problem, and it seemed he had no intention of staying here forever.

...

"Cunning King?"

A boss fight that had lasted for days, it was impossible for him not to notice.

Lind was very confident in the undead; they could grind down anything, provided the boss truly never thought of fleeing.

The current situation was somewhat beyond his expectations, and more importantly, it revolved around the "Cunning King."

"From the Abyss," Lania said, approaching.

Ever since she entered the Mountain Demon Castle, Lania’s life had become easy but boring, always wandering around and then "accidentally" ending up beside Lind.

Being a queen is rather dull, and without any real power or strength, living in the castle like a golden canary only adds to the boredom.

Luckily, there was Lind, a duke who could joke around with the queen as he pleased, even if to others their jesting seemed serious, almost fearing that they might suddenly start pulling each other’s hair.

"Snake Catcher Fortress!" Lind exclaimed. "The Cunning King has apparently taken possession of Baron Ronan’s body."

He suddenly asked, "Do you know the secret of the Noble bloodlines?"

"From the Ring of Magic’s blessing, some say we are descendants of All Gods, others say we are a race created by the Ring of Magic, fundamentally different from ordinary people. You can find hundreds of interpretations, but nobles are certainly different from common folks," Lania said, clearly scoffing at these notions. She believed in the inherited power of nobility, but didn’t associate it with those outrageous legends.

After all, there were plenty of nobles, intermarrying consistently.

The number of illegitimate children of nobles was countless, and if those children had more children, it’s likely a large portion of those living now carried noble blood.

Regardless, the bloodlines of the Old Nobility and the name of nobility itself held significant power.

Like when the New Nobility tried to eliminate the Old Nobility who held key positions like fortresses to allow the era to progress.

And then there were parties like the Fire Salamander Party, seizing Old Nobility to harness their power.

The Cunning King was clearly another category.

"It wants to use the body of Baron Ronan to reincarnate," Lind believed he might have found the answer, although he wasn’t too fond of it, because if it really counted as a reincarnation, the Cunning King’s current condition looked more like a difficult delivery.

Suddenly, Lania looked at Lind, "Are you thinking of going? No!"

This scene puzzled Miss Chronicler standing by, finding that Her Majesty the Queen, who always seemed at odds with Lind, could always quickly see through the Duke’s intentions.

Just like now, before the Duke had even spoken, she already knew what he wanted to do.

"You are the pillar of these people," Lania said, "You are tasked with reclaiming the lost territories of the Rand Kingdom."

"That’s your mission, Your Majesty, I’m just a lesser noble."

"A duke!" she emphasized, "My only duke!"

Lind found her words somewhat cheesy, "Then I promise I won’t die?"

He really didn’t want to see something streaming from the Queen’s eyes, already sparkling, as it would tempt him to take advantage.

Lania was indeed beautiful and irresistible. She truly shone in two places: one when she was riding in battle, and the other when her eyes filled with tears.

The first was irresistible because you would be compelled to surrender, beaten into submission.

The second was simply irresistible to such a beauty.

Unfortunately for Lind, he was very good at rejecting others.

"Why must you go?" Lania was very puzzled, as it seemed like a suicide mission to her.

Whether it was the Cunning King or Baron Ronan, neither was an easy foe; a slight misstep could mean instant death.

"Because I feel that the Cunning King is waiting for me, and if I don’t go, someone else will," Lind said.

Lind couldn’t just say he saw the Cunning King stuck inside Snake Catcher Fortress not coming out, like it was trapped on the map, and then continuously losing health, appearing very exploitable.

Undead crazily updated videos about everything related to the Cunning King, then unanimously declared it a malicious bug.

As an "Official NPC," although fraudulent, he felt it was time to act. Who knew how long the fortress could hold the foe?

Thinking it over, Lind added, "I think it’s very weak, and I excel at exploiting weaknesses."

Lania opened her mouth, witnessing for the first time someone making exploitation seem so magnanimous: "You better be really exploiting the weak."

She would rather Lind faced only weaker enemies every time.

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