The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 342 - 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)

Chapter 342: Chapter 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)

From deep within the thunder-rolling black clouds stood a castle, sharp as an obelisk, the branch-like lightning burrowing deep into the darkness.

A crippled toad struggled on the ground, the stone bricks raised ahead acting as an insurmountable barrier it simply could not cross.

The hissing sound of a venomous snake came forth.

By the time the thunder lit up the sky for the third time, the cobra with its tongue flicking red had already arrived in front of the toad.

Mists of black fog spread, with indistinct silhouettes.

The snake turned into a human form, a seductive woman took the place of the venomous snake, and she stretched out her hand to grasp the toad in her palm, "Isn’t this our dearest Tracy?"

Her giggling laughter was piercing, "Or did you run into something outside?"

The toad spoke with a human voice, albeit very feeble, "I must see the ruler."

"Yes, yes, you must see the ruler, but I heard you lost the vineyard?"

"Humans have banded together, they’ve abandoned their differences!" Toad Tracy was somewhat anxious, although the Blood Clan possessed the trait of "Immortality," being motionless, too, could be considered undying.

She had never felt such despair, when she used the residue of Noble Blood from Lind to forcefully create those knights, she thought she could control them, hold the humans back, and then escape herself, but she didn’t expect to become the first target of the attack.

"Is that so?"

The thunder flashed and roared again, and the woman looked towards the castle, the eerie indigo glow illuminating her pale face.

The ruler was summoning her.

A mass of black fog enveloped her, and moments later, a raven with its wings spread, carrying the severely injured toad, flew towards the castle.

When the great ones awoke from their eternal slumber, the castle was shrouded by mighty powers.

The crow that entered through the window landed and transformed into a human shape, with the incapably shape-shifting toad lying beside it.

The air was filled with the cloying scent of blood; figures wafted in, filling the narrow hall of the castle laid with blood-red carpets, the candles hanging overhead casting long, tangled shadows of the figures below.

They were noisy and chattering, with some discussing their beautiful dreams, others reminiscing the pure blood of young girls from years ago, and some admiring their own fingers.

But when a soft cough came, all became silent, including the thunder roaring incessantly outside.

Everyone lowered their heads.

Supported by others, stood an old man who was well advanced in years, his face pallid and wrinkled, covered with age spots, wearing a wine-red floor-length robe that almost overwhelmed him.

"Tracy?" The old man looked at the toad and called its name softly.

"Yes!"

"You must have much to say."

"Your vineyard has been destroyed, I, I, I..."

"It’s just a vineyard, dear," the elder struggled to lift the corners of his wrinkled eyes, "we can plant it at any time, you need not apologize for it."

The woman beside him also whispered a reminder, "The most crucial part!"

"Humans have come together again, they have stormed the Fox Hole."

Toad Tracy quietly observed her kin within the castle, she knew at least one thing, these people had very little grasp of information from the outside world, their long lives had made them lose the concept of time, so she should add some artistic flair to her words.

So she attributed the near success of the Aphid Lind she had created to the humans.

"Hmm..." The old man drew out his nasal tone as if pondering, or as if he had fallen asleep.

Tracy knew she had to relay some more important information, "I have discovered Noble Blood."

"Noble?"

"Lind Armand, a man who holds noble power yet is not mad."

"Lind, ah, that boy," the elder sifted through his rusty memory, trying to find any recollection of Lind, and he then sighed, "Is he still alive and well?"

In memory, Lind was often mingled with Cote, and even though they wouldn’t do anything evil, they still lacked a mature aura.

"He is loyal to Queen Lania."

"Lania." The expression of the elder remained flat, for him hearing Lind’s name was more significant than Lania’s.

A queen with no control over the Ring of Magic held no interest.

"I want to know more about Lind, he should not be loyal to my talentless... daughter."

The crowd in the narrow hall transformed into various animals and swiftly departed.

...

Lord of Riven City, ’Songbai Knight Guard’ Wen Riven, watched as the messenger departed.

Her icy expression did not waver at all, not even due to a nearly provocative letter; war should never be conducted emotionally.

"He has many misunderstandings about us."

Next to Wen stood an old man holding a magic wand, "He thinks we covet the Old Nobility, believes we only seek power, but our goal has always been singular."

"The Great Rift," Wen spoke.

The elder continued, "We gather all forces, be they good or evil, but it seems the Duke of Lions does not think so."

Wen spoke, "He who employs any means necessary will inevitably lose the trust of others, only those who restrain themselves and abide by the law can win trust."

The elder queried, "What about you then?"

They had founded Raven City together, amassed every power they could, and those who could survive the apocalypse were mostly not law-abiding.

Yet the law was a necessary device for the Old Nobility to maintain their rule.

And so, a rather absurd scene came to pass, the New Nobility simply sought power, human life was ranked, no misdeed, no matter how vile or heinous the crime, would be excused if one could play a greater role in the war to come; it was merely a matter of being drafted for defense.