The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 376 - 376 320 Dragon Nest Fortress

376: Chapter 320 Dragon Nest Fortress 376: Chapter 320 Dragon Nest Fortress After the real clash had begun, Hull quickly realized the trouble ahead.

With abundant supplies, the curses on the dragonized soldiers’ weapons made them distinct.

A recent arrow shot had left a lingering stench in the air that seeped into Hull’s nostrils, mildly affecting his spirit.

While his side had Mystic Rune weapons, the other side possessed Dragonification Cursed Weapons, which invisibly nullified the advantage.

This couldn’t continue, Hull had to strike back, and what set him apart from those dragonized soldiers was that he was not rely driven by instinct.

Lind’s army possessed quality goods, including explosive arrowheads, toxic arrowheads, and spice vials, and now was the ti for these items to make a difference.

“York, where are the spice vials?”

York was a wizard among the Riven soldiers, and an odd one, as he hadn’t learned much magic, making him a lee wizard due to his excellent swordsmanship.

After joining Lind’s Expedition Army, York finally found a use for his spiritual power, which more smoothly operated the devices needing a wizard’s touch, turning them into his power with alchemical tools in one hand and a sword in the other, his combat abilities soared.

Seeing York lift the spice vial, Hull continued to shout, “Rember, later aim in the direction I point, and let those fools turn their heads!”

“Arrowheads!” he yelled at the archers, reminding them to switch to the precious alchemical arrowheads that were absolutely not allowed to fail.

Those things were very valuable.

“Throw!” Under Hull’s command, York released the spices.

The Illusion Technique successfully created a line of Rand Legion soldiers, montarily distracting the dragonized soldiers.

“Fire!”

Seizing the mont, the archers quickly peeked out and shot.

The arrows pierced the bodies of the dragonized soldiers.

Toxic fog, flas, curses, and even ghosts were seen swirling among them!

The chaotic bombardnt covered the dragonized soldiers, the shining flas raging across the ground, and seeped into the Dragon Nest to ignite a great fire; the central district of the city endured its first major bombardnt, showcasing the distinctive fighting style led by Lind’s troops for the first ti.

The toxic fog barely tore through the dragonized soldiers’ formation, causing brief confusion.

But their bodies, no longer human, had strong resistance to poison and curses; even flas only left scorch marks on their scales and armor.

In the end, only a few alchemical arrowheads caused fatal damage with their explosions.

It seed that the scales of battle had not tipped in Hull’s favor after the attack.

Hull couldn’t help but curse.

Worse were the dragonized soldiers flying above, possessing air superiority that the Rand Legion hadn’t mastered; they maneuvered their wings as agilely as fish.

Before the archers could aim at them, they had already released a volley of arrows.

A dense shower of arrows fell from the sky, burning flas and dragonized curses plunging Hull’s troops into disorder once again.

A soldier was accidentally struck by a cursed arrow and uncontrollably entered a state of panic, clutching his head and screaming.

The strong man cried pitifully, with snot and tears all over the place.

“Damn it!” Hull roared.

Just then, a dragon’s cry sounded.

Hull instinctively looked behind him, and a slender Red-Scaled Flying Dragon with its wings spread soared towards him.

It spewed flas, turning magically targeted fire into a stormy downpour of flas, and in an instant, half the sky turned red.

Flas roared and struck the dragonized soldiers in the sky, those who were flaunting in the air a mont ago instantly burst into columns of fire.

Dragon scales, armor, weapons, and even the curse lted away within a few breaths.

Then, one by one, the dragonized soldiers who had been turned into statues fell from the sky, their charred bodies shattering, yet the flas continued unabated.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!

The flying dragon, spreading its wings, lowered its altitude as it flew over Hull’s troops’ heads, the gale and sparks carried by its great wings caused his nose to itch, but all he wanted to do was laugh out loud.

The flying dragon lifted its wings; its rear talons, encompassing a torrent of scalding dust, kicked into the formation of dragonized soldiers, followed by its wildly thrashing tail that quickly expanded the advantage in the escalating battle.

When the flying dragon flew away again, it left Hull with only the now chaotic enemy forces and the charred corpses scorched by dragon fire scattered on the ground.

“Attack!” shouted Hull loudly.

It was ti to attack, to charge forward and et the enemy head-on, definitely not letting such an excellent opportunity slip away.

That flying dragon was not invincible, hard to believe as it might be, but it was the truth.

Only the area from the front of the campsite to the Central Avenue had been swept through several tis.

It could be assured there was no formidable foe left; otherwise, the flying dragon would not dare co close.

Flying in the air signified aerial superiority, but it also ant becoming a target for others’ attacks.

Yet, in this mont, it demonstrated its mighty strength.

The battlefield was filled with thunderous booms and the agonized screams of the dying.

Seizing the opportunity, the Riven soldiers finally drove the enemy back as the Dragon Nest fortress crumbled like a rotten eggshell, with thick liquid pulling along fragnts of the shell…

officially proclaiming Hull’s victory.

Having taken down this tough nut, Hull ordered his soldiers to quickly clear the battlefield.

They would not attack anymore, but would strive with all their might to hold this position…

though, given the behavior of the dragonized soldiers, they likely wouldn’t strike back.

Those fellows had a clear sense of territory and would absolutely not venture elsewhere easily.

Hull’s job would be quite easy from now on, just waiting until the Rand soldiers from the rear could find ti to co over and fully take over the area.

The battle had ceased, and Hull stood before King Redwald’s statue, clearly at the very center of the battlefield, yet he was able to enjoy the tranquility, reflecting on the brutality of war.

The stone carving no longer resembled its original form, much like the impression of that great king had blurred in his mind.

Hull had no fond nostalgia for the past, including the so-called “heroic” honors.

The screams from the battlefield told him that only by incessantly killing enemies and pushing forward did he stand a chance.

Battles were still ongoing far away, and he could roughly discern where Lind’s troops under his command were fighting—all muffled by the walls of the Royal City, leaving visible only the distant fires burning.

Undoubtedly, those were also tragic sights.

He sincerely hoped that more of his people could survive.

Those young n were dressed in gleaming mystic rune armor, wielding enchanted blades, ard to the teeth.

They were an army crafted with a huge investnt by Lind, but that didn’t an they couldn’t lose; always fighting with overwhelming strength could make one arrogant, fearless, eventually turning into nothing but a dumb brute who knew only how to swing fists.

War taught everyone to think.

In war, there were only two paths: to beco a seasoned elite or to fall right there.

Dragonized soldiers were the perfect whetstone to test their ttle, and the sa went vice versa.

They had many similarities between them.

One side underwent transformation to acquire dragonization, imnsely boosting their defense and physical fitness, while the other was draped in mystic rune armor crafted by humans themselves, gaining enhancent through magic and knowledge.

This was a fratricidal war.

Yet no one would think in that direction; they couldn’t show the slightest hesitation in front of their already deranged brothers, for the other’s talons never hesitated for a mont.