The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 351 - 296: Camped by NPC at the Fountain

Chapter 351: Chapter 296: Camped by NPC at the Fountain

Marcus, leading the Cavalry charge, roared at the top of his lungs, "Charge! Catch up to the General!"

Breaking through was their perfect opportunity to advance, whether it was storming the city walls or storming into the city, they held an absolute advantage.

In contrast, the Riven Soldiers, lacking ample resources to feed and breed war horses, were weak in Cavalry.

The Cavalry galloped up the slope, through the lingering scorching smoke and the dust-filled air. Being some distance from the city gate was a regret for them, otherwise, seizing it directly would have ended the war.

Lance, Reed, and others sought other methods of siege, their discussions about the Cavalry charge would tear through the enemy forces, and they would act like crocodiles, sweeping through and shredding any remaining enemies like a comb.

Lind stood on the back of the Flying Dragon, fierce winds smashing against his helmet and pulling his cloak taut, twisting it into a strip of fabric, and then unfurling it like a flag.

He himself was completely unaffected by the storm.

The Flying Dragon, tearing at its long fiery tumor, spewed forth a Breath imbued with the power of the Ring of Magic.

Below, Golden spots had started to eat away at the city walls, yet Lind’s gaze remained fixed on one person the entire time.

The menace flew up from the ground.

Wen Ruien, for some reason having left the Permafrost Land, the "Angel," charged into the sky with a tremor in the air.

The Crystal Mage, holding his Magic Wand, had a bitter expression on his face.

This battle should not have taken place, but neither side was willing to step back.

Wen Ruien always insisted on marshaling all available forces for battle to achieve ultimate victory, believing that under the encroachment of powers like the Great Rift, the Abyss, and Calamity, even if all human powers were united, there wasn’t much chance of success.

Duke Lind Arlman believed that rules and laws were the foundation; if one person’s combat prowess meant they could act as they pleased and be forgiven for anything, then whether or not the world was saved didn’t matter. He also deeply mistrusted the Angel, who would stop at nothing.

The crimson-scaled Flying Dragon encountered a collision in mid-air, its left wing shattered.

The deafening roar made the Knights below shudder.

They witnessed firsthand the Flying Dragon crashing down, tumbling toward the city wall.

Nie Erxi, standing atop the wall, felt as if he were watching CG as Lind began his assault. The epic sensation shook his core, but what shocked him even more was the notorious red-tagged Lind.

[Duke Lind Arlman, Star Dragon City Lord, Goblin Castle Lord, Old Nobility, Level 35]

[Health: 15000/15000]

[Health: ?????]

No wonder the Flying Dragon was merely his mount given such strength.

But the astonishments kept coming; the Flying Dragon, now wingless, crashed directly toward his location.

"I..."

The upper part of the city wall skewed from the impact, its upper structures like battlements collapsed, the tumbling scalding dragon’s body akin to a toppling hill, its momentum furiously rolling forward; the bricks and stones it scattered resembled a landslide, turning into a brown tidal wave that buried all the surrounding Soldiers.

The Undead, struck face-first by the dragon, also exploded into ash.

...

Lind barely maintained his form in the air.

The unfurled Flame Wing and the storm ensured he didn’t smash into the ground, his cheeks still smeared with the Flying Dragon’s scalding blood.

The fierce assault from Lord Reven had surpassed his expectations.

Just how strong was the displayed power, 3 rings or 4?

He looked at the short-haired woman with a broken neck, her suicidal attack had collided with the Flying Dragon, she was far from unscathed.

The burning of the Ring of Magic had even corroded the armor on her body, one arm entirely twisted under the immolation of the Fiery Dragon Blood.

Lind also noticed two massive scars on the back of her neck, as if a pair of wings had been chopped off.

Then, the neck bones of Lord Reven crackled and snapped back into a normal angle.

It was a suicidal attack, but the suicide had failed.

So Lord Reven dismissed the Flying Dragon without any cost.

Lind muttered curses under his breath, realizing he was about to face a new enemy on an untried path, one who would likely possess immortality.

Not the type of undead who turn to ash and then resurrect, but truly unkillable.

Lind knew he must keep his opponent up in the sky or out in the wild, otherwise Lord Reven, adept at suicide attacks, might trigger a real massacre.

He raised the "Carrion Queen’s Broken Sword," its broad blade glistening under the weak sunlight as if it were a second sun, its edge spreading fire outward endlessly.

Wielding the sword that could be called a "monumental" flame giant blade, he swung it down at Lord Reven, venting his rage.

Lord Reven, who had ascended, smashed to the ground after the slash.

The vast open ground below would be their battleground.

The ground exploded into a cloud of dust.

Lind, holding the sword, dived from a hundred meters in the air to the ground, his trailing flames momentarily linking the sky and the earth in blazing speed, appearing but a flicker to onlookers.

The undead on both sides were amazed by the fight.

One side marvelled at Wen Ruien’s strength; his terrifying level of 58 made the undead curious just how powerful Lind really was.

Wait, you’re only level 35, dominating a level 58, something’s wrong here.

Hey, hey, an NPC is cheating!

Nie Erxi, once again resurrected, clad in Riven Soldier’s armor, charged into the battlefield, holding his sword high, determined not to surrender in this counterattack.

On horseback, a Cavalryman spearing a long lance charged forward, striking the ground with it as he approached, flipping the tiles with the force of the lance.

Dirt and stones flew everywhere.

Nie Erxi rolled to the side and stood but found the Cavalryman had already halted his charge.

The warhorse reared up, and under the forceful pull of the reins, spun around 180 degrees.

As the horse hooves struck the ground, rolling the earth, Nie Erxi, trying to stand from a squat, had to roll again, becoming a spinning top, rolling back and forth until a lance successfully impaled his head.

"Dang!"

He thought he should stick to his earlier understanding that the Rand Kingdom army was the antagonist; who has ever seen a BOSS battle mod Cavalryman? Riven City’s dim-witted though strong warriors only knew how to slash, slash, and jump slash, with zero combat skills.

In contrast, the Land Soldiers were dominating again!

"Here!" a voice called out.

The first to appear in Nie Erxi’s vision was a red player ID signaling the enemy.

Then, a group of golden-armored soldiers rushed over.

"This is their respawn point, my lord!"

Damn, was it you kid that led the golden army here?!

As "Main City", Riven City hadn’t completely fallen, so the undead’s respawn point was still relatively unified.

Voices emerged one after another from behind.

"Damn, what’s going on?"

"Have we been camped by NPCs at the fountain?"