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Chapter 96 - 96 87 Hero Appears

96: Chapter 87 Hero Appears 96: Chapter 87 Hero Appears Serene’s body was swiftly wrapped in chain armor that grew like thorns intertwining with one another.

As the Earth Dragon collapsed, she dodged with agile leaps.

Immediately afterward, she was surrounded by Two-Headed People who couldn’t swarm around the Earth Dragon to feast on it.

Her narrow eyes swept over the Two-Headed People gasping for breath, especially hearing them say twaddle like “Hey, a pretty boy,” “Give us a smile,” “I like this one, I’ll go first,” again and again, Serene, furious, raised her wrist.

The chains whistled through the air as they spun with her arm, the first Two-Headed Person to approach had his head smashed.

The tricky chains, as if having eyes of their own, targeted heads proactively, easily slaughtering the Undead, and in a blink, three bodies fell to the ground.

From his center, the iron chains danced like agile vipers, easily killing the Two-Headed People.

Since the clash, Serene hadn’t been able to hear the voices of her four Supply Flame Knights, and when their troops collided and the stove was overturned, the four mere Great Knights couldn’t possibly stop the avalanche-like charge of the Two-Headed People.

One touch, then they were trampled to a pulp.

A slightly stronger physique was useless in front of an absolute numerical advantage.

“These four are elite mobs, right?

But why so weak?”

“The game’s data balance isn’t quite right.”

At the same rank, when the Undead have the numbers, nothing can stop them.

Lind stood in the back, grasping a Broken Sword in his hand.

Behind him stood ‘Mad Secret Emissary’ Renzo and two Great Knights.

Miss Miko had locked herself up early to listen to Yuni.

The effect was uncertain, but according to what he knew, the few who could sing had already gone hoarse.

He hoped for a good outcome for her.

Lind changed his clothes again.

The fight greatly wore down his equipment; the current “Wanderer” style was not bad, considered by the Undead as a limited skin.

They stood there quietly, meticulously watching the battlefield with solemn expressions.

His fingertips gently explored the hilt of the Broken Sword as the calluses in his palms rubbed.

The battlefield wind had already hit him, flipping open the fur coat he wore, revealing the bright light circle on his chest.

His unkempt golden hair flew wild and unrestrained.

“Get ready to go,” Lind instructed the three men under him, not because he wanted to enter the battle after the enemy was low on health.

He didn’t even plan to intervene in this fight, but Serene’s strength was beyond expectation.

Without a strong enough tank in front, the Undead’s bodies were too weak, like cotton wool, to get close to her.

“Go help!

With that dragon!” Lind really didn’t want to call the grown crocodile a dragon, but he had to admit that the oppressive sensation unique to such a massive creature truly deterred people from approaching.

While the Undead were tougher than Lind and also lacked offensive methods, talking about vibrational powers might sound grand, but they weren’t outstanding in pure offense apart from causing instability.

Perhaps they had greater strength, but it was pitiful compared with the massive Earth Dragon.

Therefore, having Renzo and the two Great Knights take on the role of breaking through the Earth Dragon’s defenses would definitely increase the advantage.

“I’m definitely the toughest one,” he sighed about what he had to do next.

There were NPCs like himself in the world—other NPCs assigned quests while staying in place, even requiring players to be the messengers for face-to-face interactions, while his own game experience was quite the opposite.

He not only recruited talents from various places to enhance role-playing experience but also offered various Magic Potions and job opportunities.

From the official forum posts, it was clear that Star Dragon Ridge, with the appearance of 60 Two-Headed People, had become the number one force that all the Undead were eager to join.

And now, he had to actively help players hold the line.

Lind had observed and noticed that although Serene’s attacks were strong, they were not stronger than those of a charging black knight.

Except for himself, no one on the field could withstand a hit.

He didn’t know Serene’s full name; maybe it was Serene, or maybe it was Serene the Great.

Probably influenced by him, his subordinates called out “Lady Serene” but showed not a smidgen of respect when they moved to act.

The sudden intrusion of the NPC squad into the battlefield drew gasps from the Undead, with the scorching wind being a sign.

This burning wind edged from Lind, flanking two Soldiers behind him.

It blew past, scorching the ground.

“At last!”

“Brother De, I am the Knight De!

Look at me,” someone was making a strange noise.

“It seems we triggered the support condition.

Without NPC help, we would have been whipped to death!”

Someone else shouted “Hero makes an appearance,” adding a hint of joy to the battlefield strewn with limbs and severed arms.

Lind didn’t have time to ponder what this “Knight De” meant, his own knight?

It was a good title, reminiscent of a prestigious Royal Knight, but he always found it hard to believe he’d hear such a normal term from an undead, there must be a deeper meaning to it.

The flames announced Lind’s arrival.

While maintaining her composure, Madam Serene lashed out at the Two-Headed People with her chains while turning her gaze towards Lind.

Although they didn’t speak, their eyes exchanged messages.

In the midst of the explosive atmosphere, a lion ready to pounce was staring down a hissing snake.

The chain, entwined with flesh and limbs, was rather cumbersome, and the viscera from the undead served as the perfect decoration for it.

Madam Serene still didn’t speak but focused her gaze more intensely on the ring on Lind’s chest.

As Lind frowned slightly, the devious chain lunged at him, and any expression or the slightest movement could become a critical moment on the battlefield.

Without a doubt, Madam Serene was deliberately focusing on the ring on Lind’s chest and then taking advantage of Lind’s momentary distraction to attack.

The chain whipped towards Lind’s face, but the Broken Sword had already been raised.

Lind’s combat instincts honed through countless fights and his absolute control over his physical strength allowed his body to instinctively respond a step ahead when facing such situations.

“Clore’s Explosive Flame”

The flames that burst from the sword as a medium slightly scattered the attack of the chain, but the force that followed still caused Lind to involuntarily step back.

Yet, the chain also became coiled around the Broken Sword.

Madam Serene, who had always maintained a confident expression, stiffened, particularly when she saw Lind suddenly grasp the Broken Sword with both hands and fiercely plunge it into the ground.

“Blessed Weapon!” she hissed through gritted teeth.

A Blessed Weapon in the remote borderlands?

The green glow indicated that this Blessed Weapon was not exceedingly precious, but it was still a Blessed Weapon, a direct manifestation of the power of the Ring of Magic, and she didn’t have any of her own.

The Broken Sword, bound with the chain, was like the rein tied to a boat, abruptly holding firm Madam Serene’s shaking arm.

Even with the strength of a Senior Grand Knight, and not being skilled in power, it definitely wasn’t something an ordinary Great Knight could withstand, and the chain tensed.

Therefore, Madam Serene’s arm only paused for a moment before she continued to shake it, and the taut chain pulled the Broken Sword out of the ground rapidly.

The Carrion Queen quickly emerged from the Broken Sword again, slapping her hand onto the chain.

The pulling motion paused once more.

There was no doubt that if Lind was facing Madam Serene alone, it would be a one-sided crushing.

He wouldn’t last long.

The chains were troublesome, but more troubling was that there was more than one chain.

As one chain was caught, Madam Serene immediately went on the offensive, a scalp-tingling number of thin chains extending from the edges of her chainmail armor, all in unison attacking Lind.

But Madam Serene neglected that the undead she had been slaughtering would not stand by idly.

As Lind actively drew the hate towards himself, the temporary opening in the chain defense was like honey attracting the undead thirsting for sweetness.

Crack, an empty flask that had been drained in one gulp was thrown to the ground and shattered.

Drinking the Blood of Madness.

Crack, crack, crack, the undead, their eyes reddened with madness, completely abandoned their language system and howled as they pounced on Madam Serene.