The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 129 - 129 120 The Real Son Right

129: Chapter 120: The Real Son, Right?

129: Chapter 120: The Real Son, Right?

Holy Water Town was built alongside the descending slope, with a pile of jumbled rocks at the narrow mountain tunnel entrance.

The standoff had already lasted for over ten minutes.

The Undead, feeling utterly hopeless, comprehended in the instant they saw the figure holding the Broken Sword that no matter how strong they were, they could never stop the three Red-Na Monsters from attacking.

Everyone knew that the outpost at Star Dragon Ridge had updated its siege gaplay, but no one expected that they themselves would be the ones being played with.

Three Red-Na Monsters in their twenties walked towards them, each step seeming to press down on their very heartbeats.

The bolts tore through the air, aiming deviously at Lind.

As Undead, they would not die and naturally would not fear, but the sparse arrows, which seed sowhat inadequate, gained additional force thanks to the natural terrain, falling from above.

Lind stood unmoving, allowing the arrows to lodge themselves into him, but, unfortunately, they couldn’t even pierce his chainmail armor.

The armor, made of unknown materials, rely resulted in a “miss” notice, followed by the Undead shouting, “Damn, didn’t break through the defense,” along with so national treasure curses.

“My Lord?” Lance asked, holding the Ice Bow and standing beside Lind.

His arrows could barely reach the high ground, but since the opponent always hid behind cover, even his superior archery skills couldn’t make the arrows turn corners to strike those behind it.

“Can you climb up?” Lind looked at the cliff.

He could climb it using his brute strength, but that would also expose him to concentrated attacks.

Lance’s agile figure was obviously more suitable for such an action.

Lance nodded, lightly leaped up, and began climbing the cliff with swift speed, like a gazelle darting on the rock face, eluding any arrows or rocks thrown from above.

They didn’t bother with the four-ard Bard, who couldn’t contribute much to the battle aside from being a Senior Grand Knight in rank; his combat ability wasn’t strong.

With Lance climbing the cliff and drawing the enemy’s fire, Lind imdiately took action.

He was like a golden raptor spreading its wings, swooping towards his target.

“Fire!” accompanied by soone shouting from the front, a loud rumbling sound erupted, and then a huge rock rolled down towards Lind.

The stone, tall as a man, gained speed as it rolled.

There was only one slide path, making evasion impossible.

To Lind, this scene seed more like a trap that the Undead would set up, full of whimsy and impracticality.

But it had to be admitted, soone like Lind who chose a frontal assault was precisely the target audience for such a whimsical trap.

The Carrion Queen’s sword dance deployed, Clore’s rage burned, and Lind transford into a fireman completely enveloped in flas, blazing so fiercely that it could scorch one’s eyes.

The newly cloaked Carrion Queen nestled by Lind’s side.

As Lind’s strength increased, the Carrion Queen also began to cross the boundaries of her tier, reaching the Upper Rank Calamity standard.

This ant that when Lind made a move, he and the Carrion Queen were two Upper Ranks; to be precise, three, since he was not only a High-tier Soul-lost Knight but also an Upper Rank Supply Fla Knight.

The overlapping of classes had made Lind so powerful that it was hard for even him to clearly articulate how much.

Probably strong enough to kill with a few punches the Great Knight he once was.

The rolling stone trying to tear his body apart collided with the fireman, and everyone’s ears were filled with nothing but the thunderous boom.

The rebellious flas exploded at the mont of impact, successfully igniting the rolling boulder.

Like rain, the smaller stones were flung around the narrow path, bouncing off and taking the flas from Lind’s body, turning into projectile headpieces even more vicious than gun bullets, gnawing mottled and disordered pits on the stone wall.

Surging waves of fire, Lind carrying the Broken Sword shattered the boulder, and his shoulder effortlessly overturned the largest fragnts, demonstrating his sheer power in the fluttering flas.

“How can we even play like this?” The Deer Pouring King felt dizzy in his head.

As a beta tester, he had conducted thorough research on Lind and his group, as the people of Star Dragon Ridge loved to show off their Lord Daddy every day.

Based on Lind’s previously demonstrated abilities, he could only be rated between level 11-20 at most, and his struggle against Lady Serene also hinted at this.

But now, Lind was level 22 and a robust one at that, overwhelming enough to establish a dominating situation.

You could even convince he is level 32!

That group of Dragonians were dealt with by the Cyclops, Aihad, in much the sa way.

And this was a humanoid monster.

Compared to the bulky Cyclops, it probably just had less health and a lower level, but the damage was not low at all.

The Undead had only rolling stone traps, a clumsy thod that seed to block their own door for defense, yet Lind could overturn the boulder with his own strength.

“Elite BOSS level, for sure!

Damn!”

Even more terrifying than the Earth Dragon and bosses like Lady Serene.

Lance, who had previously decimated them effortlessly with his Ice Bow, was a BOSS himself.

Why he was mingling with Lind and showing such respect was no longer a question after seeing Lind in action.

It made sense for soone powerful to have followers, but why would a Newbie Village village head attack another Newbie Village?

What on earth happened in between?

My head is so itchy.

Lind had already charged to the gates of Holy Water Town, the flas slowly receding back into his body.