The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 29 - Clore’s Rage

29: Chapter 29 Clore’s Rage

29 -29 Clore’s Rage

The soldiers at Star Dragon Ridge, through seamless cooperation, completely overpowered the players with their combat skills, equipment, and experience.

Facing the similarly overpowering Scavengers, they quickly formed a triangular siege, making the best response in the shortest amount of time.

Chaos collided with order, erupting in the night like thunder.

“Boom!”

The Scavengers, seemingly lithe but fiercely agile, charged at the soldiers.

In contrast, the soldiers of Star Dragon Ridge, clad in heavy armor, were not as nimble.

This was a classic struggle of spear against shield.

It was the first time players had seen those “invincible” Scavengers held back by the iron wall of soldiers’ shields at Star Dragon Ridge.

The shields screamed under the impact, and the soldiers’ bodies trembled.

Yet the defense line did not move back an inch.

Compared to individual combat prowess, the soldiers were demonstrating what teamwork meant to the Undead players, who had been proud of themselves for vanquishing a Wanderer’s Camp with just four players, now stood with their mouths slightly open in surprise.

So this is what real battle looks like!

The ferocity wasn’t about recklessly charging forward but consisted of strategized actions, incorporating endless nights of training into their marrow, and making the best choice in the fleeting moment of a sword strike.

This world is filled with master swordsmen, isn’t it.

Lind didn’t care about the life and death of the players.

The performance of the soldiers met his expectations; the infantry of the Rand Kingdom would be better off dead if they lacked even this capability.

His eyes were fixed on the Scavengers, his expression slightly grave.

“Fuck!

These Scavengers are using formations now!” Loves White Silk couldn’t help but curse.

Playing the game is all about swearing, after all.

Even the polite fellows have to curse when they play, right?

The Scavengers were powerful, fearless of death, and insensible to pain, which is why both Lind and his soldiers were reluctant to clash with them.

People dislike mad dogs, not out of fear…

but just to avoid involvements—too bothersome with no benefits and likely to cause trouble.

But that doesn’t mean they couldn’t be beaten.

Because the Scavengers lacked discipline and were loosely organized, when facing soldiers in formation, they could only passively take hits.

However, if the mad dogs start using formations against them, then it’s a completely different story.

The previous suspicions weren’t wrong; there was indeed a puppeteer behind the Scavengers.

Just like a queen bee influences a swarm.

“Awooo!”

One Scavenger, with a large belly bag filled with numerous items, stepped on the heads of its comrades, making a large stride over the soldiers’ defensive line and lunging toward Lind.

Under the fractured moonlight, the leaping, hunched figure was like a desperate chain flying out of the Abyss, aiming straight for Lind’s neck.

The cold bone claws fiercely struck down.

Watching the “cutscene” unfold, Black Tortoise Shield couldn’t contain his shout of alarm.

What will the mayor of Newbie Village, Brother De, do next?

He turned his head to look at the handsome man, who showed no expression as he held the longsword, then lifted his sword in an upward thrust.

Sizzle!

Was it an illusion, or was there a bug in the game?

Black Tortoise Shield noticed a momentary red glow emanate from the blade of Lind’s longsword.

A red flash followed, striking upwards in a new moon arc.

“Pff” “Pff”

The Scavenger that lunged at Lind hit the ground, making two distinct thuds.

The oblique upward strike effortless split the Scavenger into two halves.

Could it be that the weapon in the Lord’s hand was somehow different?

Looking at the smooth cut on the Scavenger, as an observer, Black Tortoise Shield exclaimed, “Fuck, skills, it’s the skills!”

“What?” The other two struggling players and the battered Loves White Silk who had just disengaged from combat turned their heads toward him.

Although he was nearly dead, that was a skill!

Does such a thing really exist in this game?

He had thought that such things wouldn’t exist in a world so real.

“Brother De did just that!” exclaimed Black Tortoise Shield, gesturing wildly, more excited than when his leg got saved.

Brother De?

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Lind forcibly suppressed any change in his expression, he had indeed used a skill—Clore’s Fury.

He ignited the fury within him with the force of a Great Knight, burning his weapon to make it sharper and add flame damage, doubling its power.

There was no need to ignite it fully, after all, his own strength was enough to easily tear apart the undead, the fury was just a slight push, making the blade even sharper.

The number of undead was still increasing, more and more.

The Soldier defense line was still holding and hadn’t been breached.

The undead creeping in from the surroundings were increasing, and anyone with eyes could see that the pressure on the soldiers was rising.

However, the elite combat nature was fully displayed at this moment.

An ordinary soldier would use up all his strength and energy just blocking such a flood-like attack of the undead.

In contrast, the Star Dragon Ridge soldiers not only held off the attack but even managed to counterattack.

The longswords sticking out from the gaps in their shields could always precisely stab the undead in their heads, piercing their throats, and deal maximum damage.

To achieve this, it takes more than strength; it also requires ample combat experience.

Can’t kill them all, can’t handle it, more and more…

The only good news is that there are only about a dozen undead.

As long as they hold out, they can win.

The premise is that the undead really will “stupidly” only attack from the front, not attempting any non-frontal breakthroughs.

If someone is commanding from behind, such things naturally won’t happen.

Everyone present realized that these undead seemed purposely to bypass the impregnable walls and instead cooperated to go around from above and both sides, their target directly being—Lind!

“My lord!” Soldier Reed turned his head to look at the undead crossing the shield, his heart rising to his throat.

The others also realized, their first thought was to abandon the current defensive formation and rush back to Lind’s side to protect him.

The only truly calm ones were probably the players.

If an NPC dies, it means he’s not an important NPC, and the storyline will definitely introduce a new NPC afterward.

If the NPC doesn’t die, it means he is an important NPC.

We players are still watching the cutscene CG.

Relax~

Lind faced seven or eight stooping figures rushing toward him, his hands gripping the longsword.

Clore’s Fury—Ignite!

“Boom”—!

The flames ignited on the blade in an instant, casting half of Lind’s face in red, the firelight reflected in his pupils, as if a lion was ignited by fury.

The twisting, bright red flames were like boiling blood, just like Lind’s expression at that moment.

His wrist rotated, swinging forward.

Swinging the flame-wrapped longsword, the surging heat waves spread in all directions, with Black Tortoise Shield on the ground closest to Lind feeling it first, almost hearing his own hair sizzling from the high temperature.

The undead, who had seemed invincible just a moment ago, now appeared like moths to a flame.

The ground shook, and everyone seemed to hear a lion’s roar.

With bare eyes, one could see the blonde man swinging flames, whether the flames dragged him in his movements or… he was mastering the flames.

The flames roared and tumbled like fury itself!

Roaring!

Devouring everything!

Swallowing the undead’s screams completely.

The swiftly swinging longsword, heavy and powerful chops, effortlessly sharp like a hot knife through lard, an unstoppable onslaught…

all of it made Lind ferocious like a lion entering a hunting arena, with the undead merely being prey in his eyes, not posing the slightest risk and only providing a bit of amusement.

Even the flames entwined on the blade were no longer the main character; the flames were just a red mane flaunting the lion’s majesty.

Lind was that lion.

And in the eyes of the players, there was only one thought.

“Damn, how cool!”