The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 343 - 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)_2

Chapter 343: Chapter 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)_2

The Old Nobility, however, placed greater importance on the law, believing that strength did not grant one the right to trample it at will.

Now, problems buried within the rising Nobility’s influence in Riven City had exploded.

When they had gathered solely as "enemies of Calamity," they found that beyond the shared need for survival in the face of doomsday, they had other demands, leading to more disputes and chaotic division of interests and power throughout Riven City.

Riven City’s efforts to assimilate and attract more strength clearly could not charm Lind into joining them.

"What should we do?" the elder asked, then answered his own question, "There’s nothing we can do."

Saiwen Hedwin’s needs were unknown to anyone, but it was clear he was not ready to accept a Queen above him.

And half the Soldiers in Riven City, like the "Pillar of Fire" Reed and others who had committed serious crimes in the Kingdom, would certainly not sit idly by as the Queen’s power was restored.

A war between the two sides was inevitable.

Facing the uncertain prospect of winning over Lind’s forces, Wen Ruien, who always maintained calm thinking and rationality, would surely choose to help his allies.

The elder sighed deeply, wishing that it had been Lind, not the Queen, sitting at the roundtable meeting that day.

Wen’s way of thinking was very straightforward: helping allies meant protecting the forces against the Great Rift to the greatest extent.

Helping Lind, but Lind only had a fifty percent chance of becoming our ally.

100% VS 50%, the answer was that simple.

But oftentimes, things weren’t so straightforward as to make such judgments.

He wanted to meet with Lind, and it had to be done quickly, immediately!

...

The Rand Legion’s Golden Cavalry stood tall on the open ground outside Thorn Avenue, with the evening approaching and torches flickering, casting halos on their armor.

The vast numbers formed an impenetrable steel wall.

More and more Soldiers from the Rand Legion were converging on this location, like streams flowing into a river.

Fluttering Lion and Dragon flags were planted in the dark night.

Infantry, Archers, Wizards, Cavalry, riders of Catastrophe Warhorses - this assembly would last for more than a month, maybe even longer, yet no one complained.

They had waited too long for this day.

The expedition’s Soldiers filled the clearing, their tents completely obscuring Thorn City from view.

The thick, fervent aura silenced the Undead wandering close to Mountain Demon Castle, and their scattered, dreadful presence gave them a real sense of the forthcoming battle for the first time.

Only this time, the great battle did not include the name of the Undead; they weren’t invited.

"They’re all elite forces of level 11 or above."

"All of them?"

"All of them!"

"Damn, one charge, who could withstand that?"

The Undead gathered together and live-streamed the military movements in the direction of Thorn City, a scene blatantly indicative of preparations for a massive battle, imbuing all the Undead with renewed vigor.

This battle could potentially be the greatest one up to date.

"Hey, who do you think they’re going to fight this time?"

"Who else could it be, if not Riven City."

"Didn’t they sign a peace treaty?"

"Is that thing of any use?"

"Good point."

The real peace treaty isn’t a piece of paper, but formidable military power.

Only with the ability to tear up the treaty at any time can one achieve true peace.

As thousands of the Rand Legion’s Great Knights gathered, the war horn seemed finally about to sound.

...

The presence of the Space Barrel, along with an army entirely composed of elite Great Knights, saved Lind a great deal of effort.

But another problem followed: there were still too few Wizards, and Magic Potions and various items could not be sufficiently supplied.

He knew that starting the battle was a bit premature and that more preparation would have been better, but who could guarantee that the enemy felt the same?

The hungry Undead wouldn’t afford him more time.

There weren’t too many level 11 or above Undead at the moment, but they had already shown terrifying potential. After death, they could resurrect, and their levels did not decrease upon Resurrection.

Although not all 12,000 were in the Rand Kingdom, just a small portion of the Undead was enough to cause unrest.

They had to either strike Riven City with the force of Thunder or attack Goliath with the same vigor. Since the army was already assembled, something had to be crushed.

Rather than giving the Undead some small favors, it was time to let them know who drove the world’s progress, who had the final say.

A Hero’s name was destined to be sung, but the name of the Undead would never be.

...

Outside Thorn City, the old man with a wooden staff gazed at the heavy iron gate in the road ahead.

The path in front had been muddied and broken by the trampling of hooves, riddled with potholes and troughs.

After rushing from Riven City to Mountain Demon Castle only to find out that Lind had gone to Thorn City, he again hurried here non-stop, pushing his weary bones to their limits.

Luckily, after declaring his identity, he was granted permission to pass, but whether the Duke would be willing to see him was a matter of luck.

The elder looked at the two guards on duty, adorned in polished golden breastplates with silver chainmail underneath, clutching long spears in their hands. On their chests, they wore two legion badges, one belonging to the Rand Legion and the other to the Lion Badge, signifying their loyalty to the Duke of Lions’ forces, now part of the Rand Legion.

From start to finish, the two men watched the elder with tense eyes, peering through the finely patterned and enchanted visor slits with vigilance.