The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 696 - 514 Ambush_2

Chapter 696: Chapter 514 Ambush_2

"Aaah!"

The cries came again, even more numerous than the last time.

"Again?"

Owen inhaled the air tainted with the scent of beast blood greedily, already sensing the unusual nature of this group of people.

"The Undead."

He had heard of the Undead in the North, not for their strength but for the absurd things they did.

No bottom line, no respect for rules, fearless.

As it turns out, when the number of Undead reaches a certain scale, they can be more terrifying than a Beast Tide!

If their numbers were to increase, could they surpass the Beast Tide? With tens of millions, even Duke Hein would have a headache.

He abandoned the idea of continuing the attack; since the Undead were helping, there was no need for him to fight desperately.

Leaving at the right time, not risking his life if unnecessary, that was Owen Strong Beast’s way to survive. He would fight when there was no chance to live, but as long as there was a chance to survive, he would certainly protect himself.

Owen saw Golden Claw·Quik, whose situation was as miserable as his, even missing an arm, which luckily was not a fatal injury.

Beside him was a boy installing a strange Magic Prosthetic on him.

He asked, "The help you brought?"

"Have you ever heard of Lind Armand?"

The one speaking was Ska.

His words made Owen turn his gaze towards the weaker fellow.

"Never heard of him."

"After today, you’ll remember."

Owen Strong Beast had no interest in continuing the conversation. He had always looked down on religious zealots, and as he understood it, the Undead represented chaos.

Watching Owen’s departing figure, Golden Claw·Quik said, "You should’ve introduced the Black Knight. I think even if Owen hides in the North, he must have heard of the Black Knight’s name."

"The Black Knight is just one of Lind Armand’s identities."

"You look like a zealot," Golden Claw·Quik joked, "with a paranoid and crazy adoration for him."

"What about you? Do you think we can win?"

"I can only say it’s difficult, maybe?"

Ska replied, "You seem more a zealot than I am. I don’t believe the Undead can win this war; their limit is to hold them off here."

"Is that so?" Golden Claw·Quik was startled, then nodded, "You’re right, my trust in him far exceeds yours, to the point where I believe that as long as he appears, the enemy will surely be crushed."

The Beast Tide knows no pause, at least not this time.

They attacked frenziedly, and even if the Undead could barely hold back their advance, when the giant beast that moved its body like mountains came into view, all advantages were lost in an instant.

"We’ve already lost too many people."

"There’s nowhere to retreat to."

It seemed there was no other option besides seeking Lind’s help, and when they found him, he was just holding some Magic Ring Shards, lost in thought as if pondering the feasibility of something.

The cat at his feet caught the attention of Golden Claw and Owen; they had seen similar creatures with the Undead, each of them accompanied by a cat, some even dressed in skirts.

He had become even stronger since the last time they met.

Even looking at him could cause a searing pain in the eyes; the armor, like lava, made it impossible to regulate one’s body temperature when close by, even forcing the blood to flow faster.

Uncontrollable flames of power spilled from Lind’s body, and who knew how much energy was suppressed beneath that armor.

Moreover, his stature seemed to be growing.

Was he this tall? Like three stories high, necessitating one to look up.

"Lord, the defense line can’t hold, and the Undead can’t hold out either. We must find a solution quickly..."

"Mm, I know."

It was only when Lind took a step forward that they noticed there was a group following behind him.

No, it should be said... a group of Deities.

"I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this."

He had many plans, but they were all overturned by this war; the only good news was that the old man with the scroll was also here, with undead spies passing messages to him.

An undead followed the old man with the scroll, another stood beside Lind.

Zero-latency tracking cameras, impossible to defend against.

"It’s a pity that there’s no time now."

Lind’s gaze swept across the battlefield, as if seeing the old man with the scroll skimming along the battlefield; with his strength, hiding his identity while avoiding injury wasn’t difficult.

The opponent was more despicable than he thought.

Above his head, a golden [!] appeared again, and the undead by Lind’s side immediately realized what it was, yet another quest chain exclusive to the old man with the scroll.

"Help Lord Lind capture the old man with the scroll?"

You lot just pounce on him; where could he run to? No, wait, the opponent really could escape, turning tail and running into the Gravel Mountain Range would indeed be troublesome.

"This is simple."

As the undead conveyed the quest details to his friend, Lind had already commanded the deities behind him to step onto the battlefield.

Before the old man with the scroll could be bombarded, let Them take the brunt; the Gravel Mountain Range was a decent resource respawn point. Leaving it to the undead would satisfy both their desire for battle and collection and Lind’s material needs.

When a Magic Ring Shard occasionally appeared, that would be an unexpected windfall.

The team formed a wedge, with the Prince of Dual Swords leading the charge, his dual swords in hand, eyes cold, ready to rush forward and engage in close combat.

Ana Ghost, like a beast just released from a cage, drooled and crouched on the ground, eager to thrust her sharp claws through the bodies of beasts; it was destined to be a war between beast and beast.

"Attack!"

...

The undead were suppressed.

No advantage in war.

The never-ending Beast Tide momentarily brought back memories of their first battle with the Abyss and they wondered if their enemies felt the same when facing them.

The empathy was strong, and they were getting annoyed.

Until the divine team made its appearance, their charge was like something out of a mythological picture book, a prince wielding a glittering sword, the Lady of the Night harnessing powerful magic, a fusion of immense destructive power and a strong epic aesthetic.

It’s not necessary to be clenching teeth and bulging veins to be giving it your all.

A dance-like offense was equally effective.

The Beast Tide at the forefront was shredded in an instant, the Sword Blade Storm easily tearing through the tough scales on the beasts, a continuous barrage of slashes and carcasses tossed in the air by the storm, mixing into a blood tide.

The Beast Tide didn’t know fear and still launched attacks with snarling fangs.

But the tide had turned, and now it was the Beast Tide that was getting pushed back.

"Go on, give ’em hell!"

The undead standing next to the old man with the scroll raised his fist high; he was quite crafty, always hovering next to the old man with the scroll, which was why he hadn’t suffered any fatal wounds.

It was miraculous; the Beast Tide’s offensive was fierce, but just by sticking close to this NPC disguised as undead, one could save their own skin, and he wasn’t even sure how he was doing it.

He just remembered the battlefield was chaotic, and he was always embarrassingly but just narrowly dodging every attack.

"New quest incoming!" he suddenly exclaimed with joy toward the old man with the scroll.

The old man with the scroll showed no suspicion and nodded along, "I see it."

But he actually didn’t see a thing.

However, he was very confident in his disguise, and the chatting style of the undead had always been this way; there was no inconsistency to be found.

"Over there, there’s a conquest quest, we should set up a forward outpost! Come on, let’s get closer!"

Looking in the direction pointed out by the undead.

Although it was behind the deities, the old man with the scroll still nodded.

No one could see through his disguise, he was sure of it.

The two of them moved closer, standing right behind the struggling deities.

The battling deities suddenly stopped, turning in unison.

"May I say a line? Fire at me..."

The attack fell upon both the old man with the scroll and the undead together.