The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 419 - 352: Boss, it looks like it’s on my side.

Chapter 419: Chapter 352: Boss, it looks like it’s on my side.

Black Island, the dual-blade user Marvin had completed the deployments at both ends of Black Island’s narrow bridge.

Recently, there had indeed been a continual stream of Undead attacking, and they were extremely difficult to deal with, fearlessly and fiercely.

He believed he had figured out Lind’s plan, which involved having the Undead launch relentless attacks to prevent his side from resting, and then crossing the bridge quickly with the speed of lightning when his forces were exhausted.

Everyone was employing straightforward strategies, so it would come down to who could hold out the longest.

"No, something’s not right!"

After a long vigil, Marvin sensed something amiss, "Sentinels, have you seen where Lind’s troops have gone?"

The number of Undead was increasing, but they couldn’t form an effective offensive and would always be scattered after a while on the island.

The one who should be worried now was Lind. Could it be that he wasn’t in a hurry at all?

The unease in his heart became more pronounced.

The dual-blade user quickly climbed a tree, looking in the direction of Black Island. At the edge of his vision, flames were reaching for the sky.

"Retreat!" No matter how hard he tried, the dual-blade user couldn’t understand how Lind’s troops had managed to reach Black Island without detection, as the sentinels on the walls hadn’t even spotted a single boat.

He had to get back quickly. In order to ambush Lind’s legion here, he had almost withdrawn all the forces from Black Island.

Everyone knew the Rand Legion was tough to handle, but no one had imagined that the enemy hadn’t planned to launch a frontal assault from the start.

This battle had indeed been lost to pride, but it wasn’t Lind who had lost; it was the Black Catfish Prince.

When the dual-blade user hurried back to the walls, he witnessed the terrifyingly huge figure. Standing a good distance away, it bent down, picked up a rock, and threw it at the wall. The wall crumbled under the mass of the boulder, soldiers on the top could only stand shaking, and then came a second boulder, followed by a third.

They hadn’t even used the siege machines that were said to be very effective.

The dual-blade user saw the collapsing inward wall, a large section pulled down, wide open as if welcoming the lion soldiers.

He watched as the Crimson Knight grabbed a log, bellowing as he charged forward. The log was far more terrifying than a siege hammer; the soldiers forming a shield wall in front were swept away like weeds, scattered into the air.

This battle had to be won, and the Crimson Knight was going about obtaining glory in his own way.

The Undead that followed saw the giant swinging a log, sweeping it from side to side like a broom, sending masses of Black Island soldiers flying.

This scene was much like a BOSS attacking a fortress, but now there was a problem: the BOSS conducting the siege seemed to be on my side.

After playing games for so many years, this was the first time I got to play an easy game with the wind at my back!

...

The battle for Black Island had ended, and Lind received the news immediately.

The official forums were a great thing; although he couldn’t do much, receiving various information from there enabled him to know more than the NPCs.

The Black Catfish Prince would be escorted back to the Royal City, but Lind had preferred to kill him on the spot, so for this siege, the Crimson Knight still had points deducted in his book.

The reason for the deduction: too conservative.

Don’t hesitate to kill just because he’s the Queen’s uncle. Didn’t he whip the Queen’s own father to death himself?

He was currently staying in the underground Blood Lambs pasture.

The situation was a bit tricky, as a large gathering of Calamities would make the Calamity Shadow Region increasingly severe, the environment would be affected, and then more high-level Calamities would emerge.

It was like developing in a way reminiscent of some kind of "civilization".

Apart from him, not many could come here. ’Book Thief’ Dome only came to harvest the Heart of Calamity periodically, so when Lind arrived, he discovered that several Upper Rank Calamities had spawned here.

They didn’t evolve to get there but were artificially stacked up, like breeding poisonous insects.

Lind took care of these Calamities with satisfaction, and the "Administrator" he had tamed previously with the Lost Soul Chains, half were torn apart. Among those who survived, only a small portion still retained their powers, and one "Administrator" was even excluded from the group, looking thin and small, like a monkey.

He had to step in to influence the operation of the Blood Lamb Ranch, re-tame and chain those who were willing to cooperate and knew fear, eliminate the stubborn ones who refused to cooperate, and redraw the boundaries of the pastures.

The bugs from before had mostly died off.

Lind found Melulan.

His "domestication" was not humane, and they were still at an impasse. During the time when he allowed her "freedom," he seemed to have completely forgotten about Melulan.

If he hadn’t passingly come to harvest a batch of the Heart of Calamity and incidentally deal with the chaos at the ranch, he truly wouldn’t have taken the initiative to come here.

"I heard some news about the Black Marsh Kingdom," Lind said.

Melulan, who had been unresponsive until then, opened her eyes.

She was very beautiful, after all, she was the queen of the Black Marsh Kingdom; beauty was her most fundamental attribute.

"The King of Black Marsh is still alive," Lind continued, "though they are at war, and it seems they’ve reached a deadlock."

She didn’t speak, but she possessed the power of the mind, like the Lost Soul Chains, so they could communicate directly through their thoughts.

Lind didn’t like this feeling of being invaded by someone else.

"What do you want?" Melulan asked.

"I can set you free," Lind thought he probably couldn’t be considered a bad person, "but you’ll have to pay a ransom."

He confined their deal within the bounds of "nobility," making it sound like a compromise made to release a captive.

"What do you want?" Melulan asked again.

However, Lind could clearly feel her attitude softening inside.

Being treated as a "fattened pig" held for ransom and being treated with the attitude of a "noble" were totally different matters. Everyone hopes to be respected.

"The Black Marsh Kingdom to swear fealty to the Rand Kingdom."

"I won’t go back to him, he killed me, then tried to take over my property, even..."

"No, you might have misunderstood me," Lind had to emphasize and add, "I mean, the queen also has succession rights to the throne."

Melulan looked at Lind in shock.

"You want to become the King of Rand Kingdom?" she believed this was the only possibility.

Become King?

It’s a thankless task, and being a good king doesn’t bring any bonuses.

What he wanted was a monopoly over the Newbie Villages, or at least, to take over all the Newbie Villages adjacent to the Rand Kingdom.

The official launch was approaching, and if he could control one more country, it meant that his loyal Undead, ah, no, his loyal Undead, would grow in number.

"Being a Duke is quite satisfying for me, Your Future Majesty," Lind bowed slightly and said, "Maybe you can leave a title for me."

After securing the titles in the Rand Kingdom, he also wanted to earn a title in the Black Marsh Kingdom; perhaps dual dukedoms would offer something different.

That wasn’t important, securing the Newbie Villages was just insurance Lind took out for himself, to ensure that if someone tried to push over him, the Boss, the situation wouldn’t be completely one-sided.

In the future, when he moved on to higher-level maps, neither the Rand Kingdom nor the Black Marsh Kingdom would likely be of any help.

"I agree to your terms."

"Pleasure doing business."