The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 156 - 143: The BOSS is Leading Players in a Siege

Chapter 156: Chapter 143: The BOSS is Leading Players in a Siege

The Undead trudged heavily, silently standing 30 miles in front of Leon City, their armor clashing and iron boots crushing the loosened ground, leaving no other sound.

A surprise attack, silence and tranquility represented their determined stance at that moment.

Even the veteran infantry of the Rand Kingdom couldn’t understand why the always lawless and noisy Undead were so orderly at this moment.

They seemed even more eager for victory than their own people, right?

Yes, they were more eager for victory.

The Two-Headed People’s squad carried the parts of the catapult to the forefront, and after confirming that the tall city walls were within range, they began to assemble rapidly.

Lind looked out at Leon City from a distance, the mountain wind slapping his face.

Leon City was situated on the eastern side of the Red Dragon Foothills, with the stream flowing out from Banshee Lake turning north before passing the city gates, eventually gathering into a small lake.

Compared to his warriors, Lind fully understood why the Undead were like this—they were indeed quiet, and not just here, they were also silent on the forums.

You can always trust a player’s resolve to win.

Unlike the last time when they didn’t participate in the "siege", the 180 Undead who could personally join this time were already itching to get started, and with a group of players in the opposing town, their desire to win reached its peak.

No one can refuse the thrill of defeating enemy players in game competition, if not interested, it’s only because the enemy players’ cries aren’t soul-stirring enough, plus the furious and cursing family names of the opposing side make the siege into a "Mother’s Protection" battle, then that satisfaction gets doubled.

But unlike the Undead who were trying hard to suppress their excitement, Lind was still worried about the City Lord of Leon City within the New Nobility territory.

Lind had no choice, the enemy had already discovered them, so the only option left for Lind was to strike first and try to maximize the last bit of advantage he had.

There was no hesitating or hiding to develop slowly.

His own low-key development could never outpace the enemy’s speed, he believed that as the "officially designated Main City" of the Leon Territory, there must be other methods to attract and recruit the Undead.

So, he must push forward relentlessly.

His gaze rested on the bustling high walls of Leon City, busy ants scurrying to and fro, it was clear that they had noticed the situation here.

Suddenly over two hundred people attacking, and with siege equipment to boot, it was instantly clear that the chance of them being friendly was out of the question.

"My Lord," Lance stood beside Lind, his antlers attracting more attention than his furrowed brows, "Are you really going to leave the siege entirely to the Undead?"

He acknowledged that the Undead were very good at fighting, but in terms of skill and military tactics, they lacked a lot, they lacked far too much!

Aside from not fearing death and willing to gamble with their lives, the Undead had no advantages in large-scale battles, chaos meant inevitable failure in combat.

Gladiatorial combat depends on individual capabilities, but war depends on overall strength.

"Yes, leave it to them," Lind was very sure.

The Undead had internal communication methods, and this group was not without players skilled in organizing combat, of course, none of that was key.

The orderly Great Knights moving with the chaotic Undead would only lead to both becoming chaotic.

Even setting aside whether the Undead could understand flag signals, player mentality made it impossible for them to truly listen to NPC commands seriously.

The most critical point was that this siege battle wouldn’t change much with or without Lind and his men.

One hundred and eighty level 11 Undead were enough to breach the walls.

Unless all the Upper Ranks on the other side stood up, unless King Leon appeared.

Led by Lind, their target was the never-seen New Nobility Leon, they were sniping the enemy Lord.

"What if they can’t break through the walls?" Lance asked.

"That won’t happen," Lind was full of confidence.

Lance swallowed the words of doubt that might suggest failure.

But he heard Lind continue, "They absolutely can’t fail, because they can’t die, so they can’t lose."

The only possibility for defeat was themselves.

That was the most frustrating thing about the Undead; they could keep dying and resurrecting, so they were always eligible to challenge again.

When the catapult launched a boulder in an arc, the first streak across the sky ignited the war in full.

The blitzkrieg took them by surprise, and Leon City’s speed of counter-attack was even slower than imagined. The Apocalypse warriors, who weren’t trained in systematic military formations, had courage that was unstoppable, yet couldn’t maintain alignment and stride together.

Here lay the difference between the Old Nobility and the New.

Even Lind could understand this difference; in terms of cultural development, the seasoned Land Soldiers were naturally braver and better fighters.

From a player’s perspective, Red-Name Monsters are stronger than NPCs, isn’t that just common sense?

When the boulder hit the wall, causing it to shake violently, the chaos on top of the wall persisted.

Standing afar, Lind and his companions could even feel the tremors and shaking, as well as the unease of the enemy.

The turmoil on the wall helped the Undead to approach quickly, allowing them to stand unimpeded beneath the wall, comfortably conjuring Fireballs.

From where Lind stood, he only saw a curtain of Flames rising to the sky. Except for the few dozen most recently recruited, who couldn’t earn enough Points in a short time to advance to becoming curse Wizards and had to choose the Two-Headed People, most of the Undead opted to become curse Wizards.

The Flames rolling back over the wall set Lind’s pupils ablaze.

The first wave of attack was very effective. The Undead’s seemingly disorderly assault maintained their most significant advantage: speed.

Fearless of death, they dared to be reckless and just charged forward.

The Two-Headed People crashed their bodies against the gates. While breaching the high walls was difficult, collapsing them was not. Once they lost the terrain advantage, 180 Undead fighting in narrow streets would truly be unmatched, maximizing their numerical advantage.

The occasional arrow flew from the wall, piercing the bodies of the Two-Headed People, some stuck in the skin, while others burrowed deep into flesh.

But no matter the attack, nothing could stop the assault of the Two-Headed People.

This war, if won, offered immense benefits, so there was no need to fear death. The assault would be even fiercer if not for the Respawn Point being too far away.

And, before the battle, the Lord especially brought Miss Miko over to cook Magic Potions like mad, and also took the opportunity to have a Magic Potion sale.

They had ample reserves.

So, take the potions, keep popping them!

There were many Soldiers defending the city, but there wasn’t quite enough archery equipment.

Boom!

A Fireball flew onto the wall. The soldier raising the crossbow aiming at the heads below was hit by the Fireball instantly exploding, and the bursting sparks ignited a vast swath on the crowded wall, causing a series of Wailing screams.

One after another, burning bodies rolled on the wall, with some people panicking and jumping down from the wall in a hurry to evade.

The disparity in strength between the attackers and defenders was apparent.