The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 556 - 556 443 Why Did the King Rebel

556: Chapter 443 Why Did the King Rebel?

556: Chapter 443 Why Did the King Rebel?

The atmosphere that always preceded a war made people anticipate, their spirits taut.

As usual, Lionheart Fort was harmonious.

Every day, the Undead calmly commuted to and from work, collecting bribes, and on the surface, it seed they had thoroughly accustod themselves to life here.

There wasn’t just one way to clear the ga; using violence could achieve the ultimate victory, and other ans were equally feasible.

Playing mind gas with NPCs and achieving victory had brought them a great deal of joy.

However, they all knew that they weren’t here to play simulation gas.

Their primary task was to destroy Lionheart Fort; the longer they stayed, the more ti they wasted.

It was about ti to make a move.

At night, the Undead gathered upon receiving a ssage.

A few selected leaders among the Undead started a live stream to speak, while others expressed their opinions through the chat or contacted other Undead they knew to submit suggestions or advice.

“Is everyone watching the live stream?

I’m Silky Smooth Legs!” said Silky Smooth Legs, “Today we have familiar faces here.

We were going to discuss in the chat group, but as you all know, managing the speech of thousands of people at once is difficult, so we chose this thod.”

The chat was filled with various comnts.

“Holy shit, wait a minute, big shots from Magic Land, are you planning sothing big?”

“Exciting, can you let us watch when you make a move?”

“Do I need to say it?

Of course, it’s a big move.

Please check the live stream title.”

Live stream title: Lionheart Fort Rebellion Plan

As the host, Silky Smooth Legs continued, “We now control almost all the lower and middle channels of Lionheart Fort, we can even adjust the patrol plans; Lionheart Fort is completely under our control.

But everyone needs to understand one thing, we have no reinforcents, yet we are up against enemies like the six-ring powerhouse Lionheart King and the five-ring Beast Pri Minister Wolfgang, not to ntion those at the four-ring level.

The mont they decide to act, our rebellion won’t cause even a ripple.”

As the viewership increased with Magic Land’s expanding reach, the Undead understood that combat power was the real way to asure strength, also known as “nuric beauty.” Level influenced power, but there were far too many ways to boost the numbers; relying solely on leveling up was simply not enough.

And “rings” were the benchmark for this nuric asurent.

The top group of Undead only had power around the one-ring to two-ring level, and those unbeatable boss-level ones they felt could only reach about two-rings or three-rings.

Such power levels, while not ordinary in Magic Land, still couldn’t be considered prominent.

Thus, when hearing about the power of Lionheart Fort, the chat exploded.

“How are we supposed to fight this?”

“I feel like the big shots are playing a very sly ga.”

“Can we win?”

“We will win!”

Silky Smooth Legs quickly scrolled through the comnts when suddenly his expression changed as if he had received so information: “Sydney’s brother, are you serious?

Holy shit, where are you, co over!

We’re all at the Lionheart Fort Tavern, what are you doing still attending motivational classes at this ti, hurry over!”

He visibly relaxed, “Good news, Sydney’s brother can bring over four four-ring powerhouses and thirty-nine three-ringers.”

“Holy shit, is motivational speaking that potent?

Really turned those Beastn into trained dogs?”

“It’s not about training dogs, it’s about rhetoric!” The door of the tavern opened, and Sydney’s dust-covered brother, who had also been watching the live stream and could hear the heckling, said.

Sydney’s brother said, “They also know it might be fake, but there are sunk costs, and as the power of the Undead continues to grow, they lack the courage to make mistakes, understand the cheers!”

The other Undead rolled their eyes at him; everyone knew this guy liked to play sly gas, and going along with it might just be part of his plans—even if it ant maintaining the facade of a high-level player, they couldn’t simply cooperate, or it would look stupid.

Seeing that no one played along, Sydney’s brother didn’t mind, “What’s the plan?”

“First, take out the Beast Pri Minister Wolfgang.

Those powerhouses you can bring are our bargaining chips.

As long as one person believes, the rest will be easy to handle,” Silky Smooth Legs laid out the primary plan.

He wasn’t worried about soone from their team reporting them.

He knew there were always people wanting to stir things up, regardless of their motivations, but today’s action was the main storyline.

Once they started, not a single Undead could save themselves.

The war horns would sound tonight, and no one could stop the will of 3,000 Undead.

Sydney’s brother asked, “What next?”

“The strongest among us will strike at Wolfgang’s territory while the rest go out and cause trouble.

I don’t need to teach you all how to cause trouble,” Silky Smooth Legs instructed.

“Just stir things up fiercely.

We must tear down Lionheart Fort because we’re also unsure of how mission completion is gauged.

Our power isn’t strong enough, and if we don’t succeed this ti, there might not be another chance, so make sure to do a thorough job.

We need as many Undead on the battlefield as possible.”

“Got it.”

“So, shall we start?”

“Where are your people?”

“They’re waiting outside.”

Silky Smooth Legs followed Sydney’s brother out of the tavern and saw dozens of powerhouses standing outside.

His heart gained a more direct understanding of Sydney’s brother’s ability to hoodwink; these Beastn, dropped in the newbie lands, were all boss-level characters, yet here they were, foolishly waiting to earn their glory.