The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 228 - 228 200 The Fear of Being Dominated by Giants

228: Chapter 200: The Fear of Being Dominated by Giants 228: Chapter 200: The Fear of Being Dominated by Giants One Fireball after another linked the Undead with the onrushing Cyclops, the burning trajectory of flas acting as a bond pulling both sides together.

Accompanied by thunderous roars, the spreading shockwaves felt as if they were heating the air to scorching temperatures.

The swarm of Cyclops that surged forward made the ground tremble unceasingly, causing the unforgettable small hill, already sealed by collapses, to wobble and struggle.

All the Cyclops erged, their numbers reaching as high as four!

The Undead’s recent encroachnts had compressed their living space, or perhaps it was just sheer anger, thus the giants decided to show these Undead a bit of color.

The traps were like piano keys heavily pressed, sounded by the running Cyclops, who grew increasingly furious.

“Retreat!”

Should be safe enough at this distance, roughly so.

“Spread out!”

The Undead began to disperse, now serving as bait to attract the four suddenly approaching Cyclops, creating an opportunity for their comrades behind them to strike.

The furious Cyclops shielded their faces with one arm, allowing flas to hit their arms and chests before blossoming like flowers.

The tiny flying sparks were turning the air a dusky yellow.

“Focus fire on the attack!”

The Cyclops’s health was steadily decreasing, the light of victory seed close at hand, if there were only one Cyclops.

No matter the distance between them, the Cyclops, always charging forward madly, had steps large enough to eventually reach the front of the Undead, where a dozen Undead exploded into ashes upon body contact.

“Hit its legs!” But so Undead noticed the foremost Cyclops was unstable on its lower body due to its headlong speed.

Pushing the boss in a dungeon, cooperation is paramount.

A group of ants that could be killed by the Cyclops with a casual swat, managed to topple the giant using their ans.

A thunderous crash, the ground shook.

One Cyclops falling blocked the path for the three behind, this narrow path wasn’t completely useless after all.

“Is there a horse?”

“Kite them!”

If Lind were here, seeing this scene would send shivers down his spine, what he feared most was the Undead diving headlong into battle, forsaking all else.

No world boss, no mighty dominus, no dormant deities, could survive the Undead’s frenzied assault.

There will never be a boss the Undead cannot defeat, as long as it has a health bar, even gods will be slain for all to see, the so-called obstructions are only temporary.

Unless one can remain forever unhard and invincible, as soon as the Undead see you lose a drop of blood, they’d have the confidence to grind away all your remaining health.

Inside Star Dragon City, the Pharmacists about to relax for a while suddenly received orders to work overti, why are there still large numbers of Undead turning into curse Wizards?

Busier than them were the Blacksmith and the shop rchants.

Arrows, traps, and more were in high demand.

Although they didn’t understand what was happening, in accordance with the Lord’s original orders, Gold Coins and Points could indeed be used to purchase these items.

“If the Lord sees the Undead buying like this, he would probably be very pleased,” the blacksmiths wiped the sweat from their brows, smiling.

They were just the front-stage blacksmiths, the real production line was in Prey Town, otherwise just a few people couldn’t possibly fulfill the weapon resource consumption of three to four hundred Undead.

“If the Lord sees the Undead buying like this, sigh,” unlike the blacksmiths who only wield hamrs, the rchants gathered from various Newbie Villages sighed heavily.

No one in Star Dragon City would understand Lind’s views on “Points,” “Gold Coins,” and “Star Dragon Stones” better than them, though they racked their brains and could never fully understand the significance of those things to the Undead, it didn’t hinder them from grasping Lind’s fundantal idea behind those operations.

Greater benefits, lesser expenditure.

Allowing the Undead to truly gain tangible benefits through Points and Gold Coins was their oversight.

However, facing four Cyclops that had chased them out from the Red Dragon Foothills, the Undead initiated their kiting battle.

On the roaring Catastrophe Warhorses, hundreds of Undead ford a large circle.

The leaping flas and flying arrows fell like a drizzle on the Cyclops.

The assassin moved stealthily closer to set the traps, then drifted away.

The battlefield was out of control — no one knew when this war would end as they moved from the unforgettable hill east of the Red Dragon Foothills down to the Trident junction.

Hours of enduring hardship, as one Cyclops thunderously fell, the Undead welcod a phase of victory.

Compared to this, the Cyclops beca agitated and restless, killing for a long ti only to realize, why had the number of their enemies not decreased, continuously having casualties only for more to quickly join in?

Each enemy was slippery and elusive.

No longer having large stones at hand to use as casual weapons, and since those guys were on horses, they simply couldn’t catch up — the three Cyclops could only howl in frustration.

The battlefield shifted once again, although the Cyclops had no solution against the Undead, utterly dedicated to the “kite” strategy, but they wanted to leave, and the Undead couldn’t stop them.

Flas covered their view, confusing the Cyclops’s vision.

Although they were heading north, their direction inadvertently took a slight deviation.

“It looks like the Cyclops are heading to Star Dragon City, what do we do, guys!”