The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 73 - 73 67 Upper Rank·Black Knight

73: Chapter 67 Upper Rank·Black Knight 73: Chapter 67 Upper Rank·Black Knight Outside Prey Town.

Lock hung his head in sha at his brother who had saved him before leaving, “What should we do now?

Without Prey Town, we have nothing.”

His brother, Ronin, gasped for air, finding it difficult to force-march with his corpulent figure, which slowed him down, but they had to find a place to stay before the sun set.

Glancing back several tis along the way, Ronin was sowhat surprised when he made sure that Lind had not sent anyone to kill them, to find such a fool who really kept his promise.

When he heard his brother’s voice, Ronin beca even more angry, “We go around Red Dragon Foothills, and then head south, to Goliath or sowhere else, to find Old Nobility.

If we want to survive.”

“Not the New Nobility?” Lock asked, confused as he looked up.

Even though losing Prey Town had made the New Nobility of Red Dragon Foothills have a poor impression of the two brothers, everyone knew that the New Nobility were the rulers of the new world.

Old Nobility, rotting like decaying wood, what good would it do to take refuge with them?

“We ourselves are branded as Old Nobility!” Ronin wished he could roll up a fireball and press it against his brother’s head; even a stone or a lump of dung would be more useful than that brain of his.

“Even if we don’t have noble blood, we swore fealty to the Old Nobility!”

Lock opened his mouth and retorted, “We could also swear fealty to the New Nobility.”

“They don’t lack people to swear fealty to them, but they do lack the heads of Old Nobility as decorations,” Ronin revealed the nature of the affair.

Ronin, who could live in this world, had not only quickly adapted to the rhythm of the apocalypse but had also maintained his political sensitivity from before the end tis.

“You must either possess absolute power or rely on absolute power,” Ronin turned his head again to look back.

From his position, he could no longer see Prey Town at all.

In his original plan, he would have hidden away in a secluded corner of the kingdom, ruling as king, and if he could further develop the magic potion with the help of the Bunny-toothed Witch, he might have been able to transition from “Old” to “New.”

If only he could beco a Senior Grand Knight, all problems would be easily solvable.

If only he didn’t have such a foolish brother.

The two brothers deliberately avoided the direction of Star Dragon Ridge outpost and took a side path.

The howling of the wind suddenly beca more urgent.

Thudding sounds like a hamr rhythmically hitting the ground ca closer.

Ronin imdiately felt sothing was wrong.

His body’s survival instincts were faster than his brain’s reactions; he dropped and rolled into a ball on the ground, dodging the incoming “hamr.”

“Splurt!” Sothing scalding splashed onto his face.

Lying on the ground, Ronin finally looked up, only to see his brother Lock, who had been walking beside him, split open from the waist, leaving only the lower half of his body.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

“Lock!” Ronin couldn’t afford to grieve; he thrust out his belly and leaped forward on the ground like a frog, moving a distance forward swiftly.

A dark shadow struck, and a long-handled weapon hit where Ronin had just been lying.

This ti Ronin clearly saw what was coming at him.

A monster.

It was like a horse, but if you said it was a horse, its size was too large—resembling an “elephant” from the desert regions of the southwest.

Its body was covered in pitch-black long hair.

There was no horse neck; instead, at that position was a large carnivorous mouth with protruding fangs and no eyes.

A human upper body protruded above the “horse’s” hind legs.

If it were a centaur, the position of the human body would be wrong, not on the forelimbs but the hindlimbs, making it look even more bizarre.

Its hands held a long spear.

Droplets of his brother’s fresh blood still dripped from the spearhead.

It looked like a knight mounted on the backside of a fierce beast, ready for attack and defense, yet exuding a sense of strangeness.

Ronin prayed to Yuni in his heart, gathering magic power in his palm.

The black knight didn’t move, just grinned watching Ronin prepare his magic.

Not until a fireball capable of lting steel, twisting space, and ticking with corruption was successfully ford in his palm did the black knight finally act, charging towards Ronin with a noise like a heavy hamr hitting the ground.

The fireball was thrown.

“Pop!”

It hit the black knight’s gaping fanged mouth in front, and the scorching fireball that could lt steel was effortlessly bitten and shattered!

The explosion of flas caused little damage.

Upper Rank Great Knight!

The black knight turned into a gust of wind, his spear flicked, and Ronin suddenly felt his head free from his cumberso body, flying towards the sky…

higher and higher.

“I hear it!” Ronin exclaid with joy, “It’s Yuni’s…”

Until his death, Ronin’s face bore a look of enlightened ecstasy.

“Snap!” His head smashed to the ground, splattering a large swath of red.

Giant hooves followed closely, stepping on Ronin’s head with ease, crushing it, allowing the plasma to explode outward in a radial pattern.

Then the hoofbeats receded in the distance, as if the black knight had rely done sothing trivial.

…

Prey Town was still prosperous, especially as Lind saw the mutated pack animal, his face almost unable to hide the smile.

Horse-like animals—that was true wealth.

Everything from Prey Town’s blacksmith needed to be taken, and, of course, the most important was the blacksmith’s wife, Lian.

Miss Miko, the Bunny-toothed Witch, and her enormous bundle monopolized a carriage.

There were no Undead accompanying them on the way back this ti; Lind had neither posted an escort mission nor the Undead were imrsed in exploring Prey Town.

Picking through the trash, searching the boxes.

Old Cheli referred to this group as “Undead Knights,” believing that the Undead were loyal subordinates of Lind and treating them with great respect.

Lind never considered teaching Old Cheli how to command the Undead players at work; Only at Star Dragon Ridge outpost could tasks be systematically issued.

“My lord, please have so water.”

Lian approached Lind with a water flask in hand.

As dusk approached, they took a temporary rest halfway through their journey.

Lian seized the opportunity to get close to Lind.

Lind glanced at the flask, thanked her, then pulled the cork and poured water into his mouth.

The water was ice-cold, but his body temperature rendered it inconsequential.

Moreover, there was a refreshing fragrance and sweetness.

Feeling puzzled, Lind eyed the flask in his hand, then took a light sniff and caught the sweet scent from the flask.

The source of the sll was Lian.

She was holding a dark, shriveled fruit, which she put into her mouth.

“This is a kind of sour plum,” noticing Lind’s gaze, Lian pinched another dried fruit with two fair fingers and held it up to Lind.

He already knew the source of the sweet and sour taste.

This woman, she’s clever!

Miss Miko watched the two of them as if she were watching a play.

When Lind turned to look at her, she imdiately bead a smile, her cheeks and bunny teeth enchanting as her crescent-shaped eyes seed to claim innocence as if saying she was oblivious to it all.

“Can these sour plums be planted?” Lind received the dried fruit from Lian, examining it closely.

Lian replied, “It seems to be the fruit of a mutant plant, with thick and sour skin, but the taste becos sweet and sour after being marinated in honey.”

Are you really a blacksmith’s wife or so blacksmith god’s mistress?!

Pickling with honey, how luxurious!

Lind couldn’t afford sugar, let alone waste sweetness to make such dried fruit.

That deceased blacksmith treated his wife too well.

“Hmm,” Lind’s thoughts slowly drifted.

The more things he could cultivate, the better.

He had a group of hardworking serfs who would rather pay to farm the land.

“My lord?” Lian realized she was being neglected, her mouth twitching slightly: “My lord?”

She wanted to gain the upper hand in front of that bunny-toothed witch, but her charm had been outmatched by a dark shriveled fruit!

She found it hard to accept.

“We should get going when we’ve rested enough,” Lind ignored Lian’s reaction.

“Trouble mounts after dark.

Best to return early to avoid it.”

“Yes~,” Lian sat unwillingly behind Lind on the cart.

Fortunately, Lind hadn’t refused her company, but as he was engrossed in thought, he clearly did not intend to entertain her further.

The bunny-toothed witch, who had no show left to watch, guarded her bundle from the start, not allowing anything to distract her.

Finding joy is one thing, but never at the expense of one’s treasures!

They continued along the path, and under the western sun, the haphazardly growing mountains began to reveal their ferocity like fangs.

The Star Dragon Ridge outpost, lying beetle-like on the horizon, also ca into the view of the two won.

The billowing smoke, like a cloud-making machine, pinched black clouds into the sky, darkening the already dim skies even further.

The air reeked, the atmosphere teed with ashes from vegetation, and there was severe air pollution.

“This is Star Dragon Ridge outpost?” Miss Miko looked at the scene with mild surprise.

It was different from a military outpost she had envisioned, and far from so backwater, she couldn’t even think of the right adjective, only feeling that the place was strange.

A group of people was building so large contraptions, such as catapults, ballistae, and she even saw folks forging iron!

These technologies are confidential.

Even at the Sky Star Magic School, students wouldn’t be allowed to access related knowledge without reaching a certain level of credits.

Why were these people so nonchalant about using these low-level items for replication?

Blocks of iron ingots lay aside, assailing Miss Miko’s sensibilities.

She even got the impression that the thod these people utilized to refine the iron was more efficient.

It seed, however, that the iron ingots contained a lot of impurities.

Next to them, another group was using another thod to remove impurities, working with clear division.

They seed to follow a formula, continuously muttering sothing under their breath.

Miss Miko was rely curious; she wasn’t an alchemist but a bona fide Magic Potion witch with her own specialization.

“This place is Star Dragon Ridge outpost,” Lind nodded affirmatively: “You’ll get used to the life here.”

Undead really do change daily, huh?

Didn’t expect them to so quickly head toward industrialization.

It’s a pity that even if they managed to make bullets, they’d likely struggle to threaten a true Great Knight, let alone injure an Upper Rank Grand Knight.

As Lind led the two won into Star Dragon Ridge outpost, the Undead had already noticed them and quietly crowded around to watch.

The presence of two young and pretty NPC ladies inevitably caused an uproar, particularly since Miss Miko’s looks were entirely in line with the tastes of the hobody gars.

“New NPCs have arrived!”

“Taking over Prey Town and getting a new batch of NPCs seems normal to .”

“Finally, so good-looking NPCs.

I declare, she’s now my wife!”

“Put on your pants first, will you!”