The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 345 - 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)_4

Chapter 345: Chapter 292 Battle Storyline: Golden Throne (10,000 words)_4

He did not wish for Raven City to become the first place trampled by the Golden Iron Cavalry.

...

As more undead appeared near the Rand Legion’s camp, their instability meant they could not possibly be incorporated into the regular army.

They had grievances, but unfortunately, no one attended to them.

Morning sunlight pierced through the clouds, and all the soldiers of the Rand Legion quickly assembled at the command, with flags fluttering around like flickering flames.

Black Tortoise Shield, Moon Slash Blade, Dragon Scale Sword, Loves White Silk, Flawless Legs, Ace Aimu, Romantic Bumbler, and other undead also stood up; they were certain of the critical part of the plot to come, so they sacrificed their exploration time to wait here.

Another reason was that they had successfully leveled up to level 20, which was the highest level undead could reach at this stage.

None of the territories sold magic potions that could "exploit bugs" to level them up to 21, so doing other tasks seemed very unrewarding.

Even lotteries couldn’t satisfy them, and returning to Star Dragon City from here was truly no different from traversing half the kingdom on foot; they really couldn’t understand what the game developers were thinking.

The map was large, the content sparse.

Soldiers lined up in long queues, each one looking straight ahead.

For the grand figure had arrived, his armor primarily golden in color, complemented by intricate mystic rune patterns, and a red cape fluttering in the hot wind like a flag.

He then drew the longsword from his waist; it was not his usual broad-bladed Broken Sword, but a slender and delicate longsword used for ceremonies.

He planted the sword in the ground, turned, and looked at that figure.

Queen Rania, dressed in her finery, was far more beautiful than she had ever appeared before the undead, with her complex Rand-style golden gown and golden clasps near rune-like in embellishment adding to her regal uniqueness, her cape embroidered with dragon patterns, her crown gleaming in the morning sun.

This scene made Marcus and other soldiers who had seen the strengths of the Rand Kingdom dizzy, as if they were witnessing bygone days.

The Queen held a long scroll, sealed with wax.

"Lind Armand!" As she spoke, Lind knelt on one knee in a knight’s salute, forcibly diverting everyone’s gaze from Rania.

The scene was quiet.

Perhaps a wizard had cast a spell, allowing Rania’s voice to be heard by everyone present.

"Lind, are you willing to take up the position of commander of the Rand Legion? Are you willing to fight for me, even at the cost of your life? Are you willing to eliminate all rebellious enemies?"

Lind looked up, his hand grasping the blade in front of him. He clenched his fist and violently dragged it across, releasing it to reveal a palm dyed bright red.

With a bloody hand, he received the scroll.

"I swear by the blade, I swear by the blood!"

Though almost all the soldiers were solely trained by Lind and worshipped him sincerely from their hearts, Lind had always been just a duke, the lord of Star Dragon City and Mountain Demon Castle, not the commander of the Rand Legion.

From that moment on, he would serve as the commander of the Rand Legion, the sole general.

Lind stood up, turned, and gazed at his soldiers, whose fighting spirit was now thoroughly ablaze like flames.

"Lind!" Reed was the first to raise his fist, "Lion!!"

"Lind! Lion!"

The cheering, like a tide, quickly spread everywhere, engulfing all the soldiers.

Caught amidst the roaring and cheering, the undead were momentarily stunned, then also raised their arms in cheer.

"Lind! Lion! Lind! Lion!!"

...

Lind finally met with the undead, these familiar faces greatly moved him.

"My lord!" Loves White Silk, Black Tortoise Shield, and others greeted.

Lind spoke, "I have a war to fight."

"My lord, we can fight for you!" The undead were emotionally charged, eager to plunge into the war of restoration.

"I indeed have a task to entrust to you and other undead."

In this tough battle, the undead could not play a significant role.

Instead of being major participants in the war, they were more suited as observers.

Logistics transport, reconnaissance, information gathering, and so forth—all these tasks were suitable for them.

...

Outside Griffin Fortress, an undead, who had just finished digging a hole, sat down on the ground with a plump.

He turned to a bucket, scooped up some water with his hands, and drank, alleviating his fatigue.

"Ah, I’m dead tired!"

Probably even his own mother couldn’t imagine her son, who was usually reluctant to go to work and addicted to gaming, would be bent over digging and farming.

In the nearby area, nobody took better care of the land than he did; he was quite proud of it.

The considerable effort was definitely rewarding; the piece of arable land discovered by Griffin Fortress had always yielded poorly, but after the undead took over, the yield began to surge dramatically.

Loosening the soil, watering, fertilizing, he tended it even more carefully than his own son.

Scientific farming had its merits, at least much better than other farmers who mindlessly dug and planted.

Fertilizers like wood ash enriched the soil, and although the anticipated journey to another world had not come to pass, those resources proved quite useful regardless.

The rules of this world were fascinating. Undead had already experimented; gunpowder could be made, but magic in this world was so potent that firearms and cannons struggled to be effective.