The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 67 - 63 Mico I’ve Won!

67: Chapter 63 Mico, I’ve Won!

67 -63 Mico, I’ve Won!

“After drinking this Magic Potion, head towards Dragon Tooth Mountain,”

Lock, holding two bottles of Magic Potion, instructed his trusted subordinate, “Remember, don’t attract attention, and be careful to clear any traces along the way!”

The confidant nodded gravely, “Yes, my lord!”

“Remember, explain the situation here to Lord Serene,” Lock emphasized, “Tell him, the territory west of the Red Dragon Foothills has completely submitted, both Wanderers and Prey Town have pledged their allegiance!”

The confidant nodded again, “Yes, my lord!”

Hearing his lord proclaim allegiance to a stronger power, the confidant’s thoughts were complex, but his loyalty made it clear what he needed to do.

“Take the shortcuts,”

Watching his confidant leave Prey Town, Lock finally felt a sense of relief.

Better to swear allegiance directly to Lord Serene than to a mad wolf, believing that all Lord Serene wanted was an obedient Prey Town; without the mad wolf, perhaps he could gain even more.

He turned and, on his way back, ran into Bunny-toothed Witch, Miss Miko.

“Thank you very much for your help,” Lock handed over the formula for the Magic Potion.

“We had agreed on the price beforehand,” Miss Miko laughed cutely, her bunny teeth catching the eye, like a rodent that had secretly stashed away nuts.

“Are you leaving?”

Miss Miko nodded, “Only by traveling can one truly be on a journey.”

Her goal had been the Magic Potion formula from Ronin, and now that it was in her possession, there was no reason to stay.

“I wish you a smooth journey,” Lock said with his gracefully mannered demeanor, heeding the advice from his brother in the dungeon, since there was no conflict or shared interests, there was no need to further any interactions.

Miss Miko nodded with a smile, maintaining the noble image of a Mage from Magic Land, her plump cheeks quivering slightly with each nod.

Her round eyes were filled with indifference and confidence, “Yuni be with you.”

Even as the end of the world approached and the All Gods vanished, with Sun’s Testament no longer mentioned, the “Moon Witch” Yuni was different.

It wasn’t that She was alive or anything, merely that mentioning Yuni proved one to be a Believer, a proud marker belonging to mystic professions such as witches and mages.

There are thresholds to becoming a Believer of Yuni, you know.

Miko packed all her belongings into her bag, the important ones kept close, the less crucial stuffed into a huge backpack made of cowhide.

The heavy luggage on her delicate shoulders made her look quite pitiful.

But…

pitiful?

Ha ha ha!

All of it was her harvest, not pitiful at all, just a tiny inconvenience of happiness.

Whether it was brewing Magic Potions for Ronin, or recently helping a certain bumbling giant make a Magic Potion while swiping a recipe, or even stocking up on Gold Badges in preparation for her escape today.

I, Miko, am winning big time!

She had taken note of the changes in Prey Town and had planned her escape well ahead.

When she reached the door, she found it already closed.

A crowd was dissatisfied.

“It’s not time to close the gates yet!”

“We don’t have Gold Badges to stay overnight in town!”

“What’s going on, isn’t it only midday?”

The voices were complaining.

With her hunched back carrying a huge parcel, Miko’s figure stood out, but she wanted to get out quickly, pushing forward, toppling many people in the process.

Curses and complaints swirled around her.

“What’s happening?” Miko finally made it to the front.

The Soldiers blocking the way clearly recognized Miko and volunteered an explanation, “The town is under attack.”

“What?” Miko was shocked.

The others were also taken aback.

Miko quickly asked, “An attack?

By whom?

Why?”

“A band of Wanderers!”

…

“It’s not the Wanderers!”

Standing atop the city wall, the Mad Wolf had a grim expression.

When he received word that a band of Wanderers was silently nearing Prey Town, he thought the Two-Headed People had come to strike a deal to fight together with him.

Mad Wolf hadn’t yet managed to make contact with the Wanderers.

He had just clarified his stance in a power struggle with Lock, and in an instant, the Wanderers arrived.

It seemed like a good thing, but the reality was far from it.

The Wanderers howled, carrying ladders and climbing up the walls of Prey Town.

What are they trying to do!

“Defend!”

“Defend!”

“Where are the crossbowmen!”

Mad Wolf had no control over the soldiers defending the city, but in the current emergency, Prey Town’s soldiers sprang into defense on their own.

They definitely wouldn’t let anyone breach their walls.

This assault came too quickly, so fast that there was no time to react.

Defending was much easier than attacking.

The arrows hit the enemy, slowing down their advance, although it was a pity that the enemy was guarding their weak points too tightly, making it hard to kill with a single arrow.

However, enraging the Wanderers, they each tilted their heads back and drank from a little red vial, then climbed with heightened fervor, howling wildly and actually breaking through the wall, successfully making it onto the rampart.

Red-eyed mad dogs, draped in Wanderer clothes, carrying a stench with them.

The smell of sweat and blood was pungent, hitting one’s face with vicious force.

The soldiers of Prey Town pushed forward with their shields on the wall, but they couldn’t hold back.

What kind of lunatics had stormed in without any siege engines…

just bringing ladders and then climbing up?

Were they trying to force their way up with their lives?

The heavy blow of a sword smashed against a soldier’s shield, the stench coming off the arm that raised it, along with the crazed force, assaulting together.

The shield was thrust upward, fending off the enemy’s downward strike; then, a cunning sword thrust out from the gap, striking the enemy’s chest.

“Hahaha!” The enemy laughed crazily.

Clearly indulged in the madness of offensive frenzy, they paid no mind to their own lives — how could such monsters possibly exist in this world?

“Over here!” Some soldiers couldn’t withstand the pressure and started calling for help.

Pair after pair of blood-red eyes glinted under the dim sky, figures flitted about.

“These lunatics!” someone rasped.

Mad Wolf raised his hand and flicked away an enemy, but immediately three more despaired people surrounded him, the clashing of swords and knives sounding like gongs, straining his nerves to greater tension.

The number of dead and wounded on both sides was rising, but overall, as the attackers, the Undead suffered greater losses.

The only problem was, they didn’t fear death.

“Kill!”

Over sixty people had charged in, but less than twenty had made it up; they formed small groups but couldn’t escape the inevitable fate of defeat, though they showed no hint of panic.

I can resurrect, so it’s not a big deal.

The so-called siege ended very quickly; it hadn’t even lasted half an hour from start to finish.

If there hadn’t been the walls of Prey Town, the duration might have been shortened to less than ten minutes.

“Who the hell are you!” Mad Wolf held up his notched one-handed sword, his clothes already torn to reveal a muscular yet scarred upper body.

“Undead!

The Undead from Star Dragon Ridge!”

An utterly terrible answer.

All that Mad Wolf could think of now were questions.

Star Dragon Ridge?

Why hadn’t he heard of such a powerful force during his last investigation?

“Your crimes are plain for all to see!” The Undead replied with defiance, “But I will bring you before our lord.

You will be judged by the lord!”

Mad Wolf refrained from more threats.

He too wanted to meet the lord who had bred these monsters indifferent to death — what kind of person they were.

Prey Town had been breached, surpassing expectations yet somehow unsurprising.

At the city gate, Miss Miko and others watched as a group suddenly stormed up the walls, engaged in a melee atop them, and then all became quiet.

The soldiers of Prey Town were either killed or captured.

“Run!” someone shouted, and immediately the scene turned to scattered birds and beasts; even the gate guards hesitated between fleeing and crouching down with their heads in their hands.

Miss Miko alone struggled to move, burdened with her large backpack.

There was no way she was going to discard all the treasures she had recently accumulated, yet she could not afford to be captured.

What should I do!