The Ocean Lord Is Unusually Powerful

Chapter 508: Boss’ Wisdom, Seventy Thousand Troops, Bloodline Abilities

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

In a sea area hundreds of kilometers away, a large fleet of various ships, numbering over a hundred vessels, was sailing on the surface of the sea.

On the forefront of the fleet, l_Love_Black_Stockings stood on the bow of a large ship. One foot clad in black stockings was placed on the ship’s railings, and her arms were crossed. She was blowing in the oncoming sea breeze with a satisfied and triumphant expression on her face.

At this moment, she felt like the Pirate Queen of the sea, ruling over the entire expanse of the ocean.

However, a sudden surge of waves rolled up, causing the entire ship to tremble abruptly. l_Love_Black_Stockings lost her balance in an instant and almost fell to the ground.

Her subordinate, the Kobold Strategist, looked at their leader’s embarrassing situation and couldn’t help but shake his head while holding his forehead.

l_Love_Black_Stockings managed to steady herself, her face filled with embarrassment, and she coughed lightly.

“How much longer until we arrive?”

The Kobold Strategist replied, “It will probably take about two more days.”

Two more days?

l_Love_Black_Stockings felt a sense of urgency, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

The Kobold Strategist hesitated for a moment and said, “Boss, do we really need to get involved in the conflict between the Kingdom of Bass and the Lienhardt Grand Duchy?”

l_Love_Black_Stockings glanced at him and asked, “Are you scared?”

The Kobold Strategist quickly nodded and said with a wry smile, “Of course, this is a war between two kingdom-level powers. Even if one side sneezes carelessly, it could blow us away.”

“Although we are going to support the Islander this time, he has indeed helped us a lot. But taking most of our forces with us seems like a huge risk…”

“No, taking risk is a form of wisdom,” l_Love_Black_Stockings said confidently, but she coughed lightly and explained when she saw the strange expression on her subordinate’s face.

“Rather than adding icing on the cake, it’s more impressive to send help when it’s most needed. The Islander is currently besieged by so many players, and he must be feeling overwhelmed.

If we show up like a godsend, and defeat the other players, the Islander will surely be very grateful. Hehe, at that time, we’ll have great benefits!”

The Kobold Strategist looked at I_Love_Black_Stockings, who was acting like a general, and twitched his lips. “But, Boss, how can you be sure that the Islander will survive this siege, even with our support…

Currently, the forums are all saying that the Kingdom of Bass has increased the bounty several times. 1 don’t know how many players and guilds are eager to take his life in exchange for the reward. Our guild’s strength is not that strong compared to them.

I’m just afraid that by the time we get there, our troops will be wiped out, and the Islander will be gone, along with our resources.”

The Kobold Strategist’s concerns were valid. Not only were solo players getting involved, but many guilds from the Kingdom of Bass were also joining the siege to claim the bounty.

Although the King Kong Players’ Alliance, or the King Kong Island Guild, had developed quite well, with more than a hundred members, it was still far inferior compared to other guilds that were established on the prosperous continent with a higher starting point.

Facing the Kobold Strategist’s worries, l_Love_Black_Stockings raised her right index finger and shook it, wearing a mysterious expression on her face.

“Taking risk is a form of wisdom. If we continue to develop steadily like we do, we’ll likely never catch up with those large guilds in terms of growth speed.

This is when we need certain opportunities to enable us to overtake the curve.

Therefore!” I_Love_Black_Stockings suddenly raised her voice, startling the Kobold Strategist.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we can quietly take a big bite of the fat and lucrative beast called the Kingdom of Bass, our guild will soar to new heights!

Becoming the most powerful guild in the Western Middle Ocean is not a problem, and we can even compete for supremacy in the Central Plains!”

Watching I_Love_Black_Stockings, who was full of enthusiasm and seemed to have a light in her eyes, the Kobold Strategist was stunned. He hadn’t expected that the boss would have such grand ambitions and such a keen mind. At that moment, a sense of admiration welled up in his heart.

This was the leader he served and believed in. She was the heroine who used various means to transform the initially cooperative King Kong Players’ Alliance into the authoritarian King Kong Island Guild.

l_Love_Black_Stockings smiled and patted the Kobold Strategist on the shoulder. “Believe in my vision, and trust in the Islander. He will definitely surprise everyone.”

At dusk.

Over a thousand soldiers of various types fled in panic from the ruins, not daring to look back, as if there were demons lurking inside the abandoned town, ready to devour them.

On the high ground, watching the failed attack once again, Zunon’s expression was somber, and his eyes revealed a mix of intricate emotions that were hard to put into words—anger, fear, and lingering resentment, among others.

His fists clenched tightly, and his fingernails seemed as though they would pierce his palms. Through gritted teeth, he managed to utter a sentence.

“I really don’t understand. It’s been a whole day, and with an entire force of seventy thousand troops, we still haven’t captured this tiny town? All of you aren’t done dealing with just a few thousand enemies? What are you all good for?!!”

The last sentence showed signs of emotional breakdown, and his almost raging tone made the other members lower their heads deeply, afraid to respond.

To be honest, they didn’t understand either.

That small town was like a voracious mouth. No matter how many troops they poured into it, what they ultimately got was not the triumphant shouts of victory but the mournful bugle of death and fleeing soldiers who had discarded their weapons and armor..