Chapter 315: Deadly Dance
Thunder roared in the sky. This was the fifth rainstorm they had encountered since the expedition began. The thunderclouds hovering overhead made people anxious. Everyone could feel the black clouds overhead and the lightning tentacles extending from the clouds at any time.

There was a flash of light, and after a long time, thunder finally came.

Lind sat in the tent. The supplies he had prepared in advance could ensure that the war would last for more than half a year, and the transportation of food and fodder in the rear would continue.

The bombs that breached the walls of the royal city cost Lind an astronomical sum, almost destroying his savings of the past year, but the army was able to invade the royal city before the weather turned bad.

After the battle began, various frictions continued.

Marcus and others have invaded the city wall in front of the royal city, seized a piece of land, and quickly built fortifications.

The undead also helped a lot by infiltrating the interior to obtain intelligence.

Although Lind did not rush to the front line, he had a lot of intelligence to deal with recently.

Every inch of the huge royal city is worth exploring, and if the undead are too devoted in the exploration, they may easily attract some trouble.

The royal city of Goliath is the area with the largest number of nobles.

If one has noble blood and possesses extraordinary powers, he will become a "BOSS". So the number of old noble BOSSes inside Goliath is at least nearly a hundred!

The terrible thunder outside the tent reminded him that the real trouble of this battle had not yet come.

The heavy rain shook the tents wildly. The Riven soldiers who were responsible for staying behind were already in a panic. They tried their best to protect the supplies in the rear to prevent the heavy rain from destroying the camp.

The thunder struck the heart like a heavy hammer again and again, and the dazzling light penetrated through the gaps in the tent, instantly covering the candlelight, and then disappeared in an instant.

Lind never believed in drama. In his opinion, everything has a traceable path, but people have too little information and data, which makes the development of the story always full of drama.

Just as the undead people marveled, they were only away for one day, but the world continued to operate silently for more than a year.

In their eyes the story was sped up, but in Lind’s opinion, it should have been that way.

But the noisy thunderstorms in recent days seemed to overturn his judgment, and the depressing atmosphere made him feel that something was waiting for him.

Just like what the undead said, listening to this BGM, even a fool would know it's time to fight the BOSS...

Doris seems to be obsessed with making Lind into a perfect emotional saint recently. Although Lind thinks she should wear a pair of stockings if she wants to make her happy, the recorder takes this joke as another rebuke and is more serious about supplementing Lind and Tionne's love story in her spare time.

The Crystal Mage and Win Raven stayed in the tent with Lind, although Win had approached Lind several times hoping to take the initiative to join the battle.

In her opinion, if she took the initiative to join the war, her chances of winning would increase by 100%, but if she did not go, her chances of winning would definitely not increase.

100% VS 0%, a very simple way of thinking.

Lind forbade her to act. A general's role was to take charge of the overall situation. It would be laughable for him to ride a horse to the front before the battle situation was completely clear.

He had no choice before, but now he has to use a more reasonable approach.

The team has its own combat thinking. Before the battle expands to the point where the bosses appear, it is best for our high-level combat forces to stay put to avoid attracting anything in advance.

Most of our casualties were undead, but every dead soldier on the other side could not be resurrected, so Lind didn't mind if the war dragged on longer, the longer it lasted, the better it would be for him.

The death of the immortal is not included in the cost.

The Crystal Mage always had that attitude. He was more concerned about the Great Rift. The fight between humans was meaningless to him. But he also hoped that Lind could win. The dragon-like soldiers on the other side didn't seem to be able to communicate.

The messy footsteps disrupted the rhythm of the heavy rain beating on the tent tarpaulin, and the Riven soldiers, their armor soaked by the heavy rain and water dripping from their chins, rushed to Lind.

After gradually delegating the logistics work to them, Wen selected some trustworthy soldiers to take on the NPC work.

"Sir, this is the news brought back by the resurrected undead." The soldier looked at Lind in awe.

The undead were allowed to enter the royal city to investigate at the risk of their own lives, and then intelligence about each area was brought out. This blatant exploitation actually made the undead cheer. They were in awe of the lord's ability to exploit people's hearts.

The mission was nothing fancy, and the rewards were even less than in Raven City, but they didn't understand why the dead people were so happy.

Even if they asked proactively, the undead would just say "I took on a quest while defeating the BOSS," as if it was a matter of course, which made it even more puzzling.

This lack of understanding was attributed to Lind, and became the ironclad proof of his ability to "see through people's hearts".

The work of integrating intelligence was taken over by the narrator, and if she hadn't turned the scene into a story collection, Lind would definitely have praised her for completing her task perfectly.

She knew the map of the royal city, especially the noble courtyards and various secret places, like the back of her hand. Although she had never seen them with her own eyes, her grandmother's "accidentally lost" notes gave her the opportunity to see those exciting secrets.

Doris integrated the information and arranged for painters to quickly mark the information obtained by the undead on the map.

To do this, a large number of people must manually "update".

Lind took the documents, which were wrapped in a thick layer of rainproof material and covered with a shield. When he picked them up, the paper felt very dry.

"Phalaenopsis Manor?" Linde looked through the intelligence materials with a slightly excited expression.

Marquise 'Lady Phalaenopsis' Cebaria de Ruiz, a female knight of high status and fame.

Of course she didn't know how to fight.

The nobles conquered the world on horseback, and the marquisate rode on knights and relied on them to conquer the world. She loved to hold balls, and the main purpose of the balls was to socialize.

She is Miss Morning Glory’s biological mother.

Although both Lind and they belonged to the nobility, their circles were completely different.

Lind has always been in the core power circle, and those who have communicated with him, such as Kurt, Rania, Baron Ronan, etc., are all nobles with real power.

The nobles on the Marquise's side were just "nobles" with noble blood in their bodies, in other words, they were wastes who had been born with a good fortune. They indulged in sensual pleasures and had parties every day.

Looking at the information in his hands, Lind was very sure that the female marquis and her morning glory daughter did not escape. The curse of the nobility was simply overwhelming to those with weak wills and could distort them in an instant.

He is a very nostalgic person.

Rather than letting them indulge in it, it is better to let them die, the right way.

Soon a new task was posted.

[Deadly Silence Ball: Marquise 'Lady Phalaenopsis' Cebaria De Ruiz loves to hold balls. She invites many nobles to attend. This is a bloody ball.]

　Thanks to Wu Chenmi Wei for the 100 reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)