The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!-Chapter 62 - 60 The Body of Gold 5K

62: Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)

62: Chapter 60 The Body of Gold (5K)

Hisses, roars, the Undead, their eyes flickering with red light, were like rabid dogs freed from their cage, shredding anyone in their path to pieces.

The Wanderers grasped their swords, spears, and shields to resist.

As those among the earliest to adapt to slaughter and warfare in this land, they could gouge the eyes of their assailants even in their sleep, killing had become instinct.

Flames flickered, boiled, erupted!

“Bang~”

A small package was thrown amongst the group of Wanderers.

“What is this!” One Wanderer sensed something amiss.

“Ah!

It’s so spicy!”

“Fire Tongue Grass?”

Some Wanderers had already detected the problem, but who had ground up so much Fire Tongue Grass?

Indeed, as a seasoning, it was comparable to chili peppers.

It suited well for dispelling the cold in winter, but in certain quantities, it could literally burn people to death.

The issue was, producing an amount that could kill a man would surely kill even more of one’s own side.

This wasn’t a case of sacrificing a hundred to kill a thousand enemies but rather of not knowing who they were up against and already beginning a round of suicide.

With a gust of wind, the hot and fiery powder flew everywhere, significantly reducing its effect.

Nevertheless, most of the Wanderers were blinded by the Fire Tongue Grass, their faces streaming with snot and tears, greatly impairing their combat ability.

A Wanderer, adorned with a string of human skulls at his waist, stood teary-eyed, positioned upwind where the effect of the Fire Tongue Grass affected him the least.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to soothe the irritating and painful burning sensation.

All around him, noise abounded as the Wanderers’ Camp was breached—it was more of a head-on assault, a suicide attack.

The decrepit tents, lacking any walls, collapsed amidst the onslaught.

Suddenly, a streak of light surged toward him.

His eyes widened as he drew Longsword to meet the attack, the force of the blade collision wasn’t very powerful.

He pushed his knee forward and leaned into his opponent, cleaving Longsword into the assailant’s chest.

The attacker was sent flying back even faster.

“Not strong!” The Wanderer felt greatly relieved.

There were 50 Wanderers, the enemy numbered just over 50.

Had it not been for the sneak attack that caught them off-guard, they would have been able to resolve the situation with minimal casualties and in the shortest time possible without suffering a scratch.

More and more Wanderers like him steadied themselves; a surprise attack could hardly bridge the gap between strong and weak.

The tip of his sword severed an enemy’s neck as easily as reaping wheat…It had been many years since he had harvested wheat, but every time he cut down an enemy’s life, he felt something similar.

It was easy and marvelous, and the enemies always grew back in waves like wheat, only to fall in swathes, didn’t they?

Oh, no, the wheat wouldn’t grow back, but the weeds would.

Then he would cut down even more of them!

“This is an elite enemy!” The Wanderer heard from the person he had just sent flying.

“Yang?” Someone had already come forward.

Add another one?

Add ten?

Ha!

It was pointless, his sword was well-suited for harvesting swathes of weeds.

The Wanderer had to admit that he somewhat admired this group of fearless fools, raring to be cut down.

Moreover, being besieged in this situation was impossible, since the numbers on both sides were roughly equal.

Even if he couldn’t understand what “elite enemy” meant, he clearly grasped the concept of an elite.

Elite?

Everyone in the Wanderers’ Camp was just like him; were they all elites, then?

The great Lord Bueno hadn’t even made a move yet.

It seemed to be nothing but child’s play, and soon everything would return to calm.

Oh…

their reserves would increase by a few dozen.

Just as the Wanderer had thought, the enemy couldn’t besiege him.

In this battle destined to be 1V1, if the opponent grouped together, his side could also choose to group up.

So, would it be a duel to the death or an overwhelming group beating…

What to choose?

He swatted out with his sword as if brushing away a fly, managing to disarm his enemy of an arm.

“Fuck your mother!” The opponent cursed.

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The Wanderer bared his teeth: “I was actually thinking the same.”

The enemy paused, the shock greater than having his arm chopped off.

With a kick, the Wanderer sent his foe flying and forcibly inserted himself into his comrades’ battles.

Carrying Longsword like a shield, whoever was in front of him was sure to be sent flying.

They had eaten too much, too many things, and things of which they did not even know.

There weren’t many normal people among the Wanderers; they were all bigger, stronger, and unstoppable!

“Shield wall!”

A group of enemies suddenly gathered in front of them, wearing different clothes, carrying shields of varying sizes, even moving in a disorderly, nonsensical fashion.

But the suddenly formed shield wall was more solid than any Soldier’s the Wanderers had seen since the apocalypse.

Was it their conviction?

Who had ever seen someone with a severed arm holding a shield with just one hand in the front line?

The opponents roared, their eyes devoid of pain and fear, only excitement!

Racing toward death?

They collided!

The shield wall blocked his charge successfully.

After all, he hadn’t broken through that barrier; his body was not steel, it was normal not to be able to break through a shield with simple strength, even if he was just a bit stronger.

Then the Wanderer discovered the second terrifying thing about this group—their horrific ability to strike at any opening.

Blade after blade thrust at him from every tricky position, succeeding in gouging wounds into his body.

When the Wanderer swung his sword to clear his surroundings, he realized he had been “swallowed” by the shield wall into its rear.

The circular shield wall continued to block the other Wanderers’ assaults.

Inside, enemies armed with Longswords and crossbows awaited.

Swallowed by the shield wall, now he faced the siege.