The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 463 - 463 390 Melulan's Hidden Plot

463: Chapter 390: lulan’s Hidden Plot 463: Chapter 390: lulan’s Hidden Plot North of Goliath in the City of Gold, within the Frozen Soil Mountain Range, lies a town that barely qualifies as a city.

Crimson City, though it looked unremarkable from the outside, lacking even city walls and slightly dilapidated, everyone who ca here called it a “miracle” and believed that unlike the stringent and inhumane order of the Rand Kingdom, this place had freedom.

Here, everyone’s arrival is welcod!

Crimson City was a gathering place for various races, all evil and chaotic alignnts, including criminals wanted by the Rand Kingdom, could move freely.

Joining here required no paynt.

As the Rand Kingdom had discarded the Frozen Soil Mountain Range like an old shoe, deeming it unworthy of the resources to send troops, this led to an increasing gathering of chaotic alignnts, including Undead, NPCs, and more.

Here, trade was free, no taxes were collected, provided you could protect your own wealth after the transaction.

“Damn, I should have just gone to the small market in Black Hoof Village!”

One of the Undead cursed as he left, looking back at Crimson City with nothing but endless regret.

They were tricked by those chaotic alignnt Undead; they really thought this place could match the black market of the small market in Black Hoof Village, but it turned out to be all electronic scams.

Who says one’s own people don’t deceive each other when they’re out?

They do deceit their own, and people aren’t even afraid of being exposed on forums, primarily targeting those willing to be fooled.

Compared to the well-established laws of the Rand Kingdom, this lawless area seed free but a slight carelessness could leave one cheated out of everything they owned.

Too free, to the point that Undead could be acquired by NPCs for free.

As for resistance or complaints, there was even less hope, especially with those self-proclaid rights-holders, the Blood Wart Demons of the Undead, backed by the Blood Clan of Crimson City, who acted without any restraint.

The Undead and NPCs who had no choice but to trade in Crimson City implied they couldn’t head south, living off these unrecorded citizens.

Besides the Blood Wart Demons, the largest and most troubleso forces were the Green Skins, who had nearly been wiped out in the region of Star Dragon City but were now continuously coming from the north, having already established several tribes near Frozen Soil Mountain Range.

They were physically strong and naturally suited for combat, formidable in battle, and nurous.

If there were to be conflicts, the Undead of Crimson City weren’t a match for them, even the Blood Clan turned a blind eye to the Green Skins.

No one knew what these fellows were up to, but the occasional raids by the Green Skins made survival even more difficult for the scattered smaller forces.

Besides them, there were also the dispersed Fire Salamander Gang, who had been annihilated from their lairs and were experts at being swindlers, thieves, robbers, etc., worsening the trading environnt of Crimson City.

There were also so NPC forces unwilling to submit to the Rand Kingdom.

The Undead preferred calling it a “at processing plant” rather than “Crimson City,” slaughtering those who ca for the “miracle” and “freedom.”

Lady Lena of Crimson returned to Crimson City.

Since the “great” Crimson Monarch had been punished by the mysterious Black Knight, Crimson City had turned towards another developntal path.

The Blood Clan, adhering to lineage, watched one of their own Progenitors declared a traitor, and their own loyal vein betray their progenitor, feeling conflicted.

They chose to stay on the sidelines, partly thinking it over, partly because they couldn’t approach the storm anyway, unable to fight, just watching.

Afterward, the etings led by the Crimson Nobility of the Blood Clan began, and as part of it, the ladies started managing ssengers, everything seemingly proceeding as usual, but as ti passed, they began to doubt the Black Knight’s words, and whether the great lulan ever existed.

Lena’s thoughts were simpler; she wanted to return to Goliath to reside, wanting to shop, not to hide away sleeping or pursuing so impoverished noble dream.

Working hard on tasks, earning Points through work, then going on a shopping spree, she believed she had an advantage over the Undead, for she possessed nearly infinite lifespan, and it didn’t matter if she didn’t sleep, she could keep working.

But Crimson City limited her.

The Undead and the Crimson Nobles clumsily imitated everything of the Rand Kingdom, issuing tasks and giving rewards, but the most ridiculous part was their own frequent contradictions.

That’s how the trust collapsed, even Lena felt the terror of Lind, who was able to maintain order in this chaotic world; perhaps the profit-seekers who died under his sword were countless.

No wonder she thought this way, since all stories related to Lind never strayed from slaughter.

In the eyes of Undead, Lind might be tolerant and casual, even earning the nickna “Daddy,” but to the people of this world, he was the fearso guardian that always upheld the laws of the Rand Kingdom, never allowing anyone the slightest chance to err.

With many chaotic thoughts in her head, Lena stood on the rooftop, gazing into the distance, searching for sothing even she herself didn’t know what she was waiting for.

Suddenly, a familiar sensation enveloped the entirety of Crimson City, causing Lena to twist her body and transform into a crow, flying towards the sky.

One by one, the Blood Clan was alard.

Within Crimson City, the Blood Wart Demons of the Undead were running rampant.

They actually lived quite comfortably, albeit blocked by the Rand Legion’s Abyss Expeditionary Force guarding the Gate of phisto, effectively controlling access to battle in the Abyss, hence the non-Rand Kingdom factions of Undead couldn’t enter the Great Rift.

A large number of wanted Undead could only operate within the Frozen Soil Mountain Range.

So people quickly realized and decided to surrender, paying fines to join the Expedition Army.

Others who had committed serious offenses and couldn’t bear to lose everything in their accounts could only hope for a turnaround within Crimson City.

As the lowest rank of the Blood Clan in Crimson City, the Blood Wart Demons had the privilege to do as they pleased, others may have had difficult days, but theirs were comfortable.

It’s nice to lean on a powerful tree for support.

Wait until they got higher-level Magic Potions; the Rand Kingdom?

Just a Newbie Village, ripe for the slaughtering!

The sudden overwhelming pressure made the hairs of the Blood Wart Demons stand on end.

“What’s going on up there?” soone shouted.

The Blood Wart Demons looked up to see that all the Blood Clan of Crimson City had taken to the skies and were rushing in a certain direction.

At the sa ti, a notification appeared: [You feel a certain summoning in your bloodline, and you think you might need to hurry over.]

“Quick, follow them!”

The Blood Wart Demons hopped along as they followed, leaving behind a trail of confused gazes.

Was there so trouble with the Blood Clan?

It didn’t matter because they didn’t want to get involved.

They moved towards the deep mountains, the ridges jutting upwards like a crown.

The setting sun’s dim yellow light allowed two beams to slip through the gaps of the crown, but instead of clarifying the view, it made the areas the light didn’t touch even darker.

When the Blood Wart Demons arrived, they saw figures landing on the ground, gazing cautiously ahead.

There, a figure stood, the upper body draped in the golden outline of sunlight, while the lower skirt rged completely with the darkness, as if the thousands of square ters of dark ground ahead were part of her skirt.

And her words excited the Blood Clan.

“I have co in response to the summoning of the Black Knight.”

“My na is lulan.”

“Follow to the Black Marsh Kingdom for a great expedition.”

The Blood Clan looked at the mysterious queen—eternal life’s greatest fear was not knowing what to do next, losing all purpose.

The arrival of a true Blood Clan might take them even further.

The invitation from lulan surged through the Blood Clan like a soothing potion, rejuvenating every fiber of their being.

They needed a leader.

The Blood Wart Demons were thrilled.

So this is how the ga is played; they could raid the Abyss without pledging allegiance to Lind.

Hidden plot!

The ga offers so much freedom!

“Your Majesty!” an excited Undead Blood Wart Demon exclaid, “We can recruit and muster forces for you; many wish to embark on this expedition.”

All the Blood Clan turned with a furious glare toward the speaking Blood Wart Demon.

The na reddened even more, and all the Blood Wart Demons received a notification of a significant drop in favorability.

The lowly Blood Wart Demon that dared to speak to lulan without permission had incited the anger of the masses.

lulan thought about Lind’s attitude toward the Undead and during her days observing at the Gate of phisto, she had gathered enough observations.

“The great expedition will undoubtedly bring enlightennt and reason to every participant,” lulan spoke elegantly, having been a queen, she was adept at capturing the audience’s attention and stirring their emotions.

In this regard, she was stronger than those skilled in authority like Redwald and Lind.

[new!Hidden plot, the mysterious Queen lulan!

Photo warning!]

A post appeared, and while not many cared for the content, the Undead of the orderly faction from the Expedition Army were the majority.

However, a screenshot showing a fiercely beautiful flower of death blooming in the night began to circulate, and the female NPC rose to surpass Lania, Tione, and others in popularity.

The backlit Dark Queen, her face unseen, but her figure was emphatically present.

The less visible, the more it piqued curiosity like a kitten’s scratch.

However, even with extra courage, the Blood Wart Demons wouldn’t dare take snapshots; the Blood Clan was almost ready to turn them into fertilizer for grapes, angering them would leave them with no place to go, a loss not worth the risk.

Besides, this post attracted a vast number of Undead from the Black Marsh Kingdom.

No specialties, just unorganized and looking for a strong leg to cling to.

Unlike the Undead in the Rand Kingdom whose treatnt was completely opposite—helping others only to be spat at and possibly executed on discovery or detained if their identity was revealed.

Only a few barely managed well.

The Blood Wart Demons were overjoyed, although they were not allowed to see the great and noble Queen lulan again, they had brought exhilarating news.

“Great lulan, we already have a terrifying army, and they shall conquer the whole Black Marsh Kingdom for you!”

It only took a day or two, and thousands of Undead from the Black Marsh Kingdom had already contacted them.

To conquer the Black Marsh Kingdom, and then turn to destroy the Rand Kingdom!

The beautiful days were drawing nearer.