The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 799 - 564 Counterattack_2

Chapter 799: Chapter 564 Counterattack_2

The possibility of being flanked is extremely low.

Ultimately, it can only be attributed to NPCs being NPCs, stubborn-minded, only caring about the enemies in front of them, ignoring the abnormal behavior of the Undead until the Undead’s proactive attack really hits them before they know to fight back.

"Where is this?"

Before I could finish my Huanqu’s complacency and complaints, I was stunned.

The ground was scorching hot, piercing through the soles of my shoes and drilling into the soles of my feet, as if standing on a hot iron plate.

Looking up around, I saw nothing but scorched earth, the ground charred with occasional sparks, and even the whole space was pitch black, as if plunged into the aftermath of an extinguished hell.

Why didn’t I respawn back at the War Throne? Could there be a bug?

But as my Huanqu’s gaze moved forward and saw the ruins of the demolished Dwarf Temple, my heart suddenly started pounding wildly.

"Fuck!"

I don’t know who shouted, but he could be sure that at this moment, everyone had the same thought as him.

The Dwarf Temple, symbolizing the center of faith within the fortress, the abode of the Dwarf War God, was partially within the bombarding range when Lind obliterated the Dwarf War God with ground bombardments.

This is the Dwarf Temple?

Why didn’t we respawn at the War Throne? No! Everyone knew why.

When that gigantic figure appeared, my Huanqu, along with more and more resurrected Undead, were ecstatic beyond measure.

Lind Arman, he held a Battle Axe in his hand that grew gigantic along with his body, the axe of the Dwarf War God.

His massive stature seemed to grow even more, sitting atop the ruins of the Dwarf Temple, as if upon his own throne.

His voice came.

"Now, I am the Lord here."

The voice was like thunder, booming through the Dwarf Fortress, setting ablaze the fire in the hearts of all Undead.

As each of those powerful boss-level NPCs arrived at Lind’s side and stood firm, everyone felt their blood boiling at that moment.

An NPC, he actually recognized the characteristics of the Undead and launched an indiscriminate attack on the enemy’s Main City at the last moment, seizing it in the shortest time.

Now, Lind is the Lord here, which in other words, means the Undead following him all have the chance to resurrect in this place.

Whether it’s Lind’s Undead or Duke Hein’s Undead, they share the common feature of not having their own territory in Misty Rain City, so they only have one chance. After death, they would be forced to respawn at a far-off place, and by the time they run back, the battle would already be over.

But now...

"Oh ho ho!"

"Loud, so cool!"

"Damn, he must be cheating."

Could such opportunistic territory seizing and clever exploitation of the Undead’s resurrection mechanics really be conceived by an NPC?

The Giant turned his head, his gaze as if scanning every person present.

And the golden [!] on his head revealed his current attitude.

[Quest: Counterattack]

[Content: Stop the invasion, counterattack, and thoroughly defeat the enemy]

[Reward: Title "Unyielding Warrior"]

The Giant stood up with the Battle Axe.

The counterattack begins at this moment.

...

The escorting Undead quickened their pace. They still had a certain distance to the fortress, but the enemy at the rear was getting closer and closer.

Dazzling white lights came in clusters from behind, shaking the sky.

The explosions became more and more frequent, as if the victory was set?

The giant Wolf still charged at the forefront. One was injured, but the next moment another jumped on, merged with it, and the body grew larger.

Bursting into the formation, it was like a tiger jumping into a flock of sheep, rushing swiftly and knocking all enemies in front ahead.

"They don’t have many people left!" shouted the Undead of Duke Hein’s side.

The defensive resistance was growing weaker, and their numbers were dwindling as the slaughter was swift.

Among them was the clown with a red nose, an Undead who scoured the battlefield for his next prey; mounted on an Undead Blood Wart Demon, he became the target of a moving flame turret.

Mobile targets are hard to hit, and when Undead are mounted on Undead, it’s almost like cheating; with good cooperation, they can be far more effective than most of the Undead Cavalry.

After all, not everyone in real life can ride a horse or know how to communicate with their mount, but the Undead can simply private message or open a team voice chat.

There is definitely a gap with real Cavalry, but it still surpasses the vast majority of ordinary Cavalry.

Such a group of agile, flying units brought tremendous harassment.

Watching the enemy fire volleys of Flame Arrows, hitting their own comrades, the clown with a red nose decided it was time to start hunting; his first attempt at long-range, swift shooting of massive Fireballs failed to hit the enemy, fully focused in flight, the Undead slipped away, totally beyond his grasp.

He quickly gave up long-range attacks.

Bending low, the clown with a red nose decided to wait until he was close enough to make his move; he was confident that one opportunity would be enough to pull the enemy down from the sky.

Someone up ahead had spotted his infiltration, but the clown with a red nose paid them no mind.

The rumbling sound of running grew closer as a huge shadow leaped out above the clown with the red nose.

Suddenly, the sky above him turned pitch black, even the sun overhead, always bright but seemingly without warmth, was obscured by the agile figure.

The giant wolf that had rushed forward landed with an earsplitting crash, turning the enemy ahead to ashes; the merging giant wolf’s power was on a steady rise.

Watching the Undead begin to retreat back to the Dwarf Fortress, the smile on the clown with the red nose’s face exaggerated.

"Help me out, bro!" the red-nosed clown leaped onto the back of the wolf.

Dozens of his teammates had the same idea.

Luckily, the giant wolf was large enough.

It had nearly fused with all the other wolves; its size was almost reaching that of a giant beast, perhaps just short, but more than enough to crush the Undead.

The Flame Arrow shot by the flying Undead no longer had an effect.

But, being too large was not entirely good; it was a complete target on the battlefield, defenseless against enemy fire save for taking hits with its body, but luckily the battle was nearing its end, so there was no need to worry about that.

The flying Undead attempted to cast more powerful spells, but it was impossible to succeed; they were all being watched.

Their numbers were greater, their advantage bigger, they could keep everything in check.

Finally, they reached the gates of the fortress.

The giant wolf charged in first, serving as a massive vanguard; though heavily wounded with half of its health bar depleted, its role remained irreplaceable.

The cessation of Undead charging out made them feel the tide of advantage had arrived; now was the time to catch the turtles in a jar, a pity not many among them understood the idiom.

"What is this place?"

A sudden darkness ahead caused the vision of the red-nosed Undead and others to fail in adjusting.

The temperature inside was unexpectedly high.

Gusts of Gale wind assaulted them, and almost instinctively, the red nose jumped down from the giant wolf, rapidly casting an Illumination Spell to try to see what was happening ahead.

The giant wolf lunged forward with its huge jaws open, leaping fiercely.

It bit down on an arm.

It was Lind Armand, well-known for his ability to transform into a giant; the need for Deities to intervene proved the Undead were on the brink of extinction.

The advantage was overwhelming.

Lind grabbed the giant wolf by the neck, brutally tearing it from his arm with sparks flying from the contact of teeth and armor.

He swung his fist, smashing into the giant wolf’s abdomen, blood gushing like a waterfall.

The giant wolf’s gaze grew distant as Lind continued without relenting, savagely slamming it to the ground.

Bones shattered, the body deformed, and organs pushed through the torn underbelly.

Lind released his grasp on the giant wolf, and though no one could see his face, everyone felt his disdain.

An enemy of enormous size with little actual strength.

More Illumination Spells lit up, growing brighter and brighter.

But the smile on the red nose’s face

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