The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 44 - and 1 tank shield T 4=1 +++++

44: Chapter 44 and 1 tank shield T, 4=1, +++++

44 -44 and 1 tank shield T, 4=1, +++++

“Who is it!” There were footsteps all around, very chaotic.

It sounded like someone was trying to hide their tracks, but the noise was not hidden at all.

It was akin to tiptoeing with big leaps.

Old Mand’s face changed slightly, and he glared at Loves White Silk, “Ronin’s men?”

It was no wonder he was quick to determine it.

Because he could think of no other possibility for the exposure.

He should have understood earlier, the ugly man before him was no fool; he feared no torture, seemed unable to bear the slightest torment, always screaming to the heavens, yet he never spilled a single useful piece of information.

So, everything before was a disguise.

He was not a weak pushover, but rather someone skilled in performance, perhaps even allowing himself to be captured intentionally, leaving various signals, all just to attack their stronghold at night.

One had to say, although Old Mand’s guess was wrong in process and assumption, the result was correct.

But many aspects were still unclear.

For instance, did Ronin truly dare to withdraw all his forces, did he have that much boldness.

Their own plans hadn’t even started yet, not even the target had been decided.

Furthermore!

If it truly were an assassination, they should have ambushed silently and gotten close, aiming to kill as many as possible.

Even Old Mand, as an enemy, couldn’t understand these people’s operations.

Or is it that you really did stealth, just didn’t stealth well?

Old Mand’s gaze landed on Loves White Silk.

This sort of stealth skill that seemed to hide one’s identity but could only fool oneself, Old Mand had just recently witnessed on Loves White Silk.

…

Here they come!

Loves White Silk was exhilarated, he bore the disgrace up to now, waiting for this moment!

“Come out, my little darlings!”

The entire gathering place, the men with red glowing eyes looked at a swarm of weird people in white underwear suddenly rushing out.

Watching this group of oddities charging forward with weapons, as if encircled by a pack of wolves.

“Bang!” An undead was kicked flying.

“Damn, what kind of monster!” The kicked undead screamed in agony, “Such strength, he kicked me stiff in one go!”

The same scenario continued to unfold.

At the first collision, the undead’s side suffered heavy injuries, a complete defeat.

However, the undead held a certain numerical advantage.

There were only about twenty of them, but the undead numbered forty or fifty.

And not every undead was a frail target, a significant portion were as strong as the Red-Name Monsters present!

Especially the three, Black Tortoise Shield, Moon Slash Blade, and Dragon Scale Sword.

Following Lin through battle after battle, and possessing various weapons and equipment themselves, they stormed into the meeting grounds like three fierce tigers, relying on their superb teamwork to overturn all enemies in their way!

However, the strength of the three was ultimately in the minority, and they weren’t truly invincible, managing only to barely hold on.

The casualty rate of the undead continued to rise.

The injured, even if they fell, did not give up, continuing to crawl forward.

Even when the undead were killed, no one cried for them.

Only more and more undead rushed forward relentlessly.

They were frantic, far crazier than the red-eyed men under Old Mand.

“These bastards are mad!” Old Mand with glowing red eyes only felt a chill.

These people were a calamity!

He had never seen such crazy, such reckless individuals before, realizing the odd individual whose fingers he had chopped off was not an exception.

“Lind is here!”

A man rushed forward, his movements sloppy and full of openings.

Old Mand pierced the man’s chest with his sword.

The man neither screamed nor cried out; instead, he smiled, trudging forward with the sword still sticking through his back, deeper and deeper…

Old Mand had never felt fear like this before.

The disregard for life and the madness in the man’s eyes made his scalp tingle.

With a toothy grin, the man said, “Here’s Jonny~!”

He raised his sword high; instinctively, Old Mand stepped back, but they were too close, and he could only watch a chunk of his nose being sliced off.

Pain, panic, anger.

Old Mand’s arm muscles swelled like they were inflating, straining the arm guards with a creak.

The Undead, skewered on his sword like a kebab, was lifted and then slammed heavily onto the ground.

“Thud!”

Old Mand gazed, stunned, at the vanishing ashes of the Undead, then at the empty Longsword, his face shifting from rage to stupor.

“It’s the Calamity!”

As the number of deceased Undead grew, the wanderers under Old Mand’s command finally realized the problem: they weren’t facing ordinary humans but a group of creatures that turned to ashes after dying.

With just a slight disruption in formation, never underestimate the gamers; they could definitely detect the crux of the matter.

As an Undead thrust his sword through one man’s throat, the counterattack bugle blew forcefully.

Like toppling dominos, the death toll on Old Mand’s side surged uncontrollably.

“Need some long-range support!”

“Where’s the shield, take it!”

“Damn, who stole my kill!”

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If Lind had really been the chief of Newbie Village, he wouldn’t panic or hurry now.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t, so he was indeed a bit anxious.

Even as a former player who understood all sorts of tricky moves from players, he was just one man.

With 60 rule-breaking Undead players on his territory!

While he was still pondering territorial development, soilless farming, and cultivating mutant crops, the working Undead in his domain and those returning to complete food quests suddenly dropped their work and shouted to go to battle.

The night before last, he was promoted to Great Knight, yesterday he wiped out a Wanderer’s Camp, a Scavenger’s Nest, and a boss—the Carrion Queen.

And now they were fighting again today.

While this pace was just right by game standards, for a Lord, he felt incredibly busy.

Definitely, the gamers were up to some tricky maneuvers again.

Why do other domains’ Undead players quietly farm, raise livestock, and mine, but his always roam catching chickens and chasing dogs?

Luckily, players were keen on leaving messages and posting on the official website, probably because “game helmets” could only access the official site and related platforms, preventing players from installing various apps.

Lind quickly found the cause—a distress post from Loves White Silk.

Loves White Silk was caught while exploring.

Although he couldn’t leave a mark in front of a crowd, he could take screenshots and record gameplay.

Thus, what seemed a concealed base was thoroughly exposed under Loves White Silk’s tricky maneuvers.

To make matters worse, Old Mand and his men thought they were good at hiding.

Excluding those not online, over fifty people responded fully.

Forget farming, cement-burning, iron-forging… all were not important now; player helps player = wow!

Then at Star Dragon Ridge, the scenario changed into:

“Damn, found an elite mob, all Swordsmen, waiting for 1 tank, 4=1, hurry up!”

“Get on, fast+++++++”