Chapter 147 [New Noble Lord Leon, Level 44]

The undead have successfully killed their way through the inner city and forcibly captured NPCs such as the blacksmith, pharmacist, and merchant in Leon.

Ever since the precedents of NPCs being snatched away in Holy Water Town and Harbor Village, the undead people have become very interested in this type of activity.

The way to strengthen our camp is to make everything you have mine. If your poster girl is beautiful, then I will take her away and she will be mine. If your NPC is handsome, then I will take her away and she will be mine too.

Those who have used Miss Brittany's spices all say it is good.

Robbing NPCs is also an old tradition of Star Dragon Outpost. In Lind's territory, except for the initial 10 people, all the remaining NPCs including Miss Micko were robbed by Lind.

He can proudly say that Star Dragon Outpost could be what it is today because he had taken it back one person at a time.

The style of Leon City is not very strong. It is full of the absurdity of the doomsday magical wasteland world, which cannot be compared with the densely populated Prey Town.

The only impression left on Lind was that the walls were very high and the style was very rough.

Arrows were scattered on the ground and corpses were piled up into a small hill.

There were also a large number of captives squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, looking at the great knights patrolling back and forth in fear.

Lance was collecting arrows. Fortunately, there were many quivers around that could help him replenish his resources quickly.

"How much is left?" Linde felt that the atmosphere was a little off.

An undead came forward to report the situation: "Sir, the number of our undead alive is 128, and the number of the enemy still resisting is 0!"

There are only 60 undead people in Leon's territory, so it is normal for them to be killed.

"Besides the undead?"

"Two legion commanders escaped with their troops, but we captured a very powerful one."

"Ran?"

Linde didn't have time to care about the person who escaped. He took a look at the "very powerful" one who was caught, Milam. Coincidentally, Linde had seen her in the official forum.

His popularity is actually higher than mine!

It would be fine if she was just pretty, but she looks just average. At first glance, I thought she was a feminine version of Reed.

No one understood his inner complaints.

Lind raised his eyes and looked at the closed iron door in front of him.

The undead people have been slow to attack, but are on guard against the iron gate, or more precisely, the thing behind the iron gate.

A large rusty iron door was embedded in the rough-style wall. The door was tightly closed, but the people standing outside could already feel the damp and cold inside. The long stone steps extending from the iron door to the toes seemed like a deep passage leading to an unknown war.

No need to be reminded, everyone knows there is a BOSS ahead.

Lind knew that it was time for him to take the initiative and step forward, as the undead were obviously waiting for something due to a "plot".

Hundreds of great knights and wizards came behind Lind.

The captured Miram looked at Lind stepping onto the stone steps with a solemn expression.

Everyone in Leon County knows about the new noble, Lord Leon. He came here after the doomsday and used his powerful strength to protect the people around him. He also built the city of Leon from scratch. It was not until some time ago that Lord Leon made final preparations to subdue the surrounding forces.

Lord Leon is very strong, and standing in front of him will make it difficult for anyone to breathe, even those in a higher position.

Miram didn't think that Lind would be a match for Lord Leon. This assumption did not exist from the beginning. After all, Lind was only a high-ranking knight, but Lord Leon... was two ranks higher than him!
Lind placed his hands on the rusty iron gate and exerted force with his arms.

His arms exploded with strength as he pushed the iron door open. The teeth-grinding sound of the door hinges turning became extremely harsh at this moment. The empty hall was like the mouth of an abyss. The ominous atmosphere made Lind frown.

"Tap tat" the boots stepped on the cracked floor.

The open door became the only way to get light. Lind walked forward, his figure always standing in the beam of light projected from the door.

Ahead, there was only darkness.

The cracks in the floor, like broken spider webs, trembled slightly as Lind walked closer, as if telling the hunting old spider that the prey had been hooked.

"Charge!" The undead rushed in.

The hall, which was quiet just now, suddenly became lively.

Lind looked up at the seat in front of him. There was a man wearing silver-white armor, with a tall and thin build. The most eye-catching thing was the iris helmet on his head, which seemed to have eyes staring at him.

The man didn't move, but the aura bursting from his body made Linde tremble all over.

The opponent is not a high-ranking knight, nor is he a hero.

Yes, an existence higher than that!

He sat carelessly on the chair, looking straight ahead, yet he seemed to be looking down on everyone.

Is this the strength of the lord of the game’s main city?

"Fuck me!"

Someone used bad words again, which is normal.

The data they then gave Lind seemed to be natural.

"level 44?"

"15000 HP?"

I am only level 22, I think? Although Lind doesn't think the level evaluation will have much effect on him.

But the difference in rank still has a great impact on strength. To be more certain, unless you are wearing a set of blessed weapons that can be used for cross-level combat, it is almost impossible to fight across levels.

In a one-on-one fight, Lind is no match for him.

"Old noble?" Leon raised his head, looking at Lind through the "Y" gap in his helmet. His voice was a little weird, very light and dry, a little tired, but there was a smile that could not be hidden in his words, as if he was talking about an insignificant little thing.

"New nobility?" Linde also laughed: "On the one hand, you say you want to abandon everything of the old era, and on the other hand, you call yourself a noble?"

Lind has no good feelings towards the nobles, but considering that he is a vested beneficiary, he will also favor the old nobles.

The undead people had no opinion about being ignored; they were all quietly "watching the plot".

But when Lind's body was wrapped in flames, the undead finally reacted.

Start playing!

[The Broken Sword of the Carrion-Eating Princess] was thrown out.

Fierce flames followed the broken sword through the air, and the carrion-eating princess opened her mouth with the intention of fiercely biting the so-called new noble in front of her.

Leon, who had been sitting still, suddenly stood up, and the iris on his helmet shook slightly.

Next to Leon's chair was a sword, worn out, pitted, and wrapped in rags. It was a very ordinary weapon, not sharp nor shining with divine light, not to mention compared to the broken sword that flew over, even the weapons of the undead were not as good. It was just a blunt sword, and its only feature was that it was big.

Leon raised the greatsword, and the tip of the sword accurately touched the blade of the broken sword, guiding the direction of the broken sword's force at the cost of a slight bump.

The broken sword was affected by the transmitted force, brushing against Leon's helmet and hitting the load-bearing stone pillar behind him.

Rumble, vibration.

Linde suddenly exerted force on the arm that was holding the Soul-Lost Chain, and the broken sword flew back quickly. He also ran forward and took the initiative to reach out and grab the broken sword that was pulled back.

"Go ahead!" The two-headed man also rushed forward. Because the distance was closer, he rushed in front of Leon one step earlier than Linde.

A long health bar and a high level mean it is a big boss.

Although the undead have suffered heavy damage and half of them have died at this stage, the 128 undead should not be underestimated. They once attacked the Cyclops Ehard, and their number was less than half of what it is now.

The two-headed man rushed forward, and the spellcaster dodged behind and threw fireballs. Fortunately, the hall in the inner city was wide enough for the undead to move around easily.

Leon's counterattack was not fast. The movement of him swinging the sword was very smooth, but it made people feel that it was impossible to dodge.

The two two-headed men were hit by the big sword, and their heavy bodies flew backwards and hit the wall. The wall shook and the stones fell.

The two-headed man, whose advantage has always been his thick blood, couldn't even withstand a single attack.

The two-headed man exploded and turned into ashes.

Lind, bursting with flames, also raised his sword and chopped at Leon's blunt sword.

Crack! It was the opponent's weapon that couldn't bear the pressure first and let out a painful wail.

Leon turned sideways and kicked Lind in the chest with extremely flexible movement. The golden dragon skin armor could not protect Lind and it was torn apart at the first moment of contact. The subsequent power from the sole of his foot blew up the armor and the force completely exploded in Lind's chest!

Lind's body was thrown away by a kick, but at the same time Leon also had a moment of pause.

It was brief, but Lind noticed it.

The Soul-Lost Chain Armor has a slight effect and is suitable for close combat!

His body was still flying backwards, and Lind's feet were like an ox plow, digging into the floor and unable to stop. Instead, he overturned the cracked and broken floor and dug two deep trenches.

The flames quickly repaired Lind's chest injuries.

He tasted the blood in his mouth, his eyes fixed on Leon, the dent in his chest didn't really matter, he could recover as long as he didn't die.

Lind had fully anticipated the opponent's ferocity; the gap in strength could not be made up by bravery alone.

A fireball hit Leon, who dodged it easily by turning sideways.

The flames hit the stone pillar that Lind's broken sword had just chopped, igniting a fire.

Actively avoided the fireball?
Linde would not let go of such crucial information.

Leon would not surrender. He leaped down, rushed into the undead and started slaughtering them. It was a massacre and no one could stop or resist Leon's attack.

The two-headed men who were able to rampage through the city of Leon and were so powerful that they were frightening were now slapped away like rag bags.

The power is huge, beyond imagination!
The speed is very fast, faster than you can imagine!
The two-headed man stood there like a fool, waiting for Leon to take action.

Maybe it’s not that the two-headed man doesn’t want to resist, but the speed difference is too big and resistance is useless.

However, fear has never appeared in the dictionary of the undead. They kept rushing towards Leon, and some even drank crazy blood directly and attacked continuously.

"flame……"

Lind's chest injury has almost recovered, but the broken plate armor makes him look a little miserable.

It’s not that this battle cannot be fought. I am very strong now.

As long as you can bear it.

Moreover, when Leon attacked him, he could not avoid being affected by the Soul-Losing Armor, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment.

In battle, a split second is enough.

"I am still the nanny who helps the players hold the line." Lind felt that this scene was familiar.

Leon is very strong and can seriously injure Lind with one move, but he cannot kill him.

It's no secret among the undead that Lind is not afraid of fire.

Watching him use fire to repair his injuries, the undead had already gotten the answer: Lind could heal his wounds through fire.

Seeing Lind rushing forward again, when Leon counterattacked, he prepared the Soul-Loss Mail Armor, and at the same time, a large number of chains gathered in front of him, just to reduce the slightest damage.

The undead also seized the opportunity to throw out the fireballs they had rolled in their hands.

A fireball is enough to blow a person into pieces.

Nearly a hundred fireballs hit Lind and Leon, completely enveloping their figures.

At that moment, the eruption of fire and the high temperature burned the undead people in the hall, causing them to retreat one after another.

Hot, hot!
The burns may even cause them to bleed.

Lind, who was hit by the fireball, was in very good condition at this time, just like a fish in water. On the other hand, Leon was in very poor condition, his helmet was obviously not heat-insulated, and he could hear the other party's wheezing.

“Blood is falling!”

Every undead possesses extremely strong combat analysis capabilities.

Especially when the effect was displayed on the health bar, the undead immediately understood how to fight next.

Lind's condition is not only not bad, but very good.

"Brother De is here to help hold the line! Brothers, line up and cast fireballs immediately! Master the firing rhythm!"

"Are there any brothers? Hurry up and throw a fireball to De Ge'er!"

The super tanky NPCs were holding the line in the front, while nearly a hundred wizards were comfortably throwing fireballs in the rear.

Moreover, Lind can recover from injuries quickly when attacked by fire. Attacking is also healing the patient, which is killing two birds with one stone.

Watching the level 44 Leon's health slowly and continuously decreasing.

In one word, cool!

It turns out that beating a boss can be so comfortable and enjoyable.

(End of this chapter)