The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 155 - 155 142 Tonight at 8 o'clock if you're a broth

155: Chapter 142 Tonight at 8 o’clock, if you’re a brother, co and cut _2 155: Chapter 142 Tonight at 8 o’clock, if you’re a brother, co and cut _2 Looking at the effects, whether for the Two-Headed People or the curse-wielding Wizards, neither pathway is the most orthodox for advancent; consuming the Magic Potion is akin to walking a narrower and narrower path, heading towards a dead end.

The Magic Potion from Leon City is the most standard step for normal advancent, yet the sa instability causes the Undead, after drinking the Magic Potion, to undergo uncontrolled growth towards an affinity for sensing magical power, that is, transformation.

The exhibited strength ant that the Undead from the Leon Territory might be slightly stronger in the sa rank due to the transformation, also displaying more skillful use of their abilities.

An ambush attack left the Undead from the Leon Territory’s opponent caught off guard.

The joy of ambushing and blocking other players in the wild is just right here.

With a well-laid plan against the unprepared and a nurical advantage, the battle held no suspense.

The Undead from Star Dragon Ridge were annihilated, while only a small portion of the Undead from the Leon Territory perished.

As the revered dragon people envied by all players, to be killed by a bunch of insignificant minions, the Undead felt frustrated.

Losing in battle doesn’t matter; we shake them up!

“Brother De!

Big Daddy!

We’ve been attacked!”

Our affectionate sugar daddy will surely have you all dead, scattering your ashes to the wind!

…

The lookout tower of the Forr Territory.

Lind looked at the 180 Undead neatly lined up ahead of him and nodded slightly.

Discipline-wise, the Undead were both the best and the worst, depending primarily on their attitude.

Because they knew what was going to happen next, the Undead’s attitude was very positive.

Today, there were no speeches, only battle assignnts.

And the battle planning was not handled by Lind; he left it completely to the Undead, allowing them to organize themselves.

Lind only needed to follow behind with the NPCs.

Storming a city wasn’t achieved overnight, and the most important aspect was logistics, but this ti, as the main attack force was composed of Undead, logistical problems were greatly reduced.

Moreover, with Catastrophe Warhorses pulling carts, logistical issues were further diminished.

Lind intended to confine the battlefield around Leon City, and if he could take down the city in passing, all the better.

Besieging machinery posed no problem either, as the Undead already had experience in constructing them and the materials were readily available.

Moreover, siege hamrs and other engineering equipnt needed no preparation; as long as ten Two-Headed People stood up, they could break the city gates.

And this ti, the Undead from Star Dragon Ridge were wise not to boast on the forum, preferring to silently make a fortune.

Playing a ga requires seriousness.

On the other side,

The Undead who had won a victorious battle returned to Leon City to report on their mission.

“That is a very unfamiliar power,” the Undead chose to reveal the information about Star Dragon Ridge during their intelligence report.

Without incitent, how could both forces clash?

The Undead were experts at stirring muddy waters.

“They have gathered a group of Undead, and their Lord is a twenty-sothing level… Senior Grand Knight!

A Noble, nad Lind Armand…”

“Gathered the Undead?”

Upon hearing the Undead’s information, Yang Zhen furrowed his brow in thought, “Which direction did they co from?”

“From the south.”

“Holy Water Town?” Yang’s voice rose.

Lord Leon commanded eight Upper Rankers and one madman; this ti, apart from the three army commanders, the rest had all been dispatched.

Cazhen Town had no choice, as that madman was in control there.

But so far, only Milan, who had gone to Persimmon Town, returned with the Undead.

There was no news from the other four villages.

It wasn’t a concern before, but if the enemy also commanded a large number of the Undead…

it was likely that the others were in grave danger.

Of course, more than the fears of danger, he was more concerned about whether a sudden ergence of power could be brought under his control.

“I will go to Lord Leon!” Yang sprang up and instructed with a whistle through his teeth, “You, go find Milan!”

“Yes!”

Yang hurried to the inner city, where his status allowed him to move unobstructed.

Upon seeing Lord Leon, Yang communicated the information he had obtained from the Undead.

He was already aware that the Undead seed to have so thod of communicating over vast distances directly, so the identity of “Lind Armand” and his capabilities were not a concern for Yang.

“My lord, I believe Serene and Yazha must have encountered trouble, but this also presents us with an opportunity.

If we could absorb the opposing force into the Leon Territory…”

However, this report failed to elicit a response from Lord Leon, who seed preoccupied with other matters.

“Yang,” Lord Leon’s voice was deep and muffled, as though it concealed a weary soul.

“Yes!” Yang closed his mouth, knowing that now was the ti to simply listen.

“I know you want to return to the Great Rift, but not now.”

“My lord!” Yang suddenly looked up, passionately saying, “Lord, have you forgotten the oath you swore at that ti?”

“Our oath was to the Ring of Magic, but the Ring of Magic has shattered.”

“But the ones who took the oath are still here, and as long as we are here, the oath remains!” Yang insisted, “Fighting the Abyssal monsters is our true mission!

Why must we target the Old Nobility?”

Yang was indeed surprised when he learned that the force was led by the Old Nobility and that they possessed Supernatural Power, yet what concerned him more was the prospect of bringing them into the Leon Territory.

The assembly of forces from the surrounding villages by Lord Leon was not a spur-of-the-mont idea; they had already started gathering various powers for the future.

Even with his whistling speech, Yang’s voice was resolute, “As an inheritor of the Storm Knight, one of the Knights of the Apocalypse, a Catastrophe Executioner taught by the Star ntor, and collaborating with Pustule Exiles, I hunted the Abyssal Calamities.

As part of the logistics team, it was my admiration for Catastrophe Executioners like you, who walk the path of certain death, that made willing to follow you here to rebuild the city-state after being routed.”

“We should return to the Great Rift and unite all forces!”

Leon said, “We are not lingering here in desperation, we’re gathering strength, regrouping, all for the purpose of returning to the Great Rift.

Those Old Nobility who had been favored by the Ring of Magic have gone completely mad after its destruction.

If we want to amass more power, we must confront them.”

Listening to Leon, it seed that all the Old Nobility must die, and attacking Goliath held more importance than returning to the Great Rift for a fight.

“You swore loyalty to ,” Leon said.

Yang looked up, “Therefore, I am prepared to die for you!”

There was no need to carry on the conversation; ultimately, decisions had to rely on power and status.

Different from the atmosphere within Leon Territory,

Lind’s Undead were excited, well-prepared just for the upcoming siege.

More than two hundred people approaching imdiately drew the attention of those patrolling the walls of Leon City.

Lind kept silent; the Undead had already taken the initiative, shouting what seed natural to them:

“Hmph, if you want war, bring it on!”

“Tonight at eight, if you’re a brother, co slash !”

“Wait for in the sand city, you just wait~!”

50 Two-Headed People howled as they charged towards Leon City.

They did not follow Lind’s commands, but communicated within their group.

NPCs, just stand by and watch.