Beast blood frenzy.

All beasts will enter a bloodthirsty state with a 30 increase in all attributes lasting for 24 hours.

Good luck.

As the system concluded, another prompt echoed in Fongo's ear.

Novice task has been changed due to the unique circumstances of your territory.

The novice task has been altered to the subjugation of the Fireblade tribe and the original task has been cancelled.

Task description.

You have killed the son of the Fireblade Chieftain Kent, prompting the Fireblade tribe to mobilize 3000 warriors to assault your territory.

The alteration of the task caused Fong had to furrow his brow deeply while others were beset by beasts.

He found himself facing an onslaught of orcs and in considerable numbers 3000 to be precise.

Indeed, that was no small threat.

Naturally, when he vanquished that orc contingent, he anticipated that their tribe would seek retribution.

Yet, he did not foresee the collision with a novice quest that would lead to this change in assignment.

It appeared that he needed to bolster his defenses and augment his forces.

In his possession lay one 372 writhing spines, and his current military strength stood at 150 0.

Even though he commanded only first tier troops, he faced the orc's assault with unwavering resolve.

With such vast numbers, fatigue alone could prove their undoing.

He switched back to the regional channel.

Damn it, I am leading my troops to hunt a magical beast and I still have to set traps.

Is this blood frenzy trying to take my life? He sought blueprints for city walls, offering high prices for anyone who possessed them.

I do not need walls.

Does anyone have blueprints for wooden fences? I could trade iron for them in the face of blood frenzy.

The first thought that came to mind for many was to fortify their territory before launching an attack.

Walls were the most effective.

Yet, the immense resources required to construct them were beyond the reach of most.

Thus, some opted for wooden fences instead.

Resources were exchanged for equipment and weaponry.

indeed who possesses iron weapons.

I'm still wielding a bone spear.

He recalled that a few days prior someone mentioned that beasts lurked in a river and they had traded blueprints for iron spears.

Who do they trade with? Does anyone remember? Yes, it seems that was indeed the case.

I recall that the blueprint for the hardwood shield was exchanged for a weapon which should have been an iron spear by the heavens.

This means that Fongo possesses both iron spears and hardwood shields.

Chapter 43.

The sale of arms the territory is shielded and the recruited militia can hunt for sustenance creating an illusion among the populace that they have adapted to this world.

They believe that as long as food is abundant and the needs of the farmers and militia are met, they can progress at a leisurely pace.

Yet, this is merely a figment of their imagination.

The emergence of mandatory tasks and the impending beast horde attack in 10 hours deliver a harsh wakeup call to all.

This time the protective shield will vanish and the attacking beast will possess a 30 enhancement in all attributes bolstered by the beast blood frenzy effect.

The realization dawn upon everyone that they are facing a perilous struggle for survival.

The most effective means to bolster one s combat effectiveness lies in upgrading weaponry.

Even the most valiant warrior struggles to showcase their prowess wielding a stone axe.

When the crowd recalls that Fong How once sold iron spears, the conversation inevitably turns back to him.

Is the esteemed Fong how present? I wish to order some equipment.

Esteemed one, it's urgent.

Please sell us some weapons.

The earlier commotion instantly subsides with everyone clamoring for Fong how to provide some gear.

The spectre of death looms over them all.

Fongo observes the chat silently.

This mandatory task conveniently presents an opportunity for him to sell the surplus equipment in his storage.

The items accumulated in his warehouse fall into two categories.

One consists of self-crafted gear that has been rendered obsolete through updates, while the other comprises spoils from several battles, including weapons from orcs and those acquired from slaying zombies in the ancient castle.

These items generally suffer from low durability and are in a state of disrepair.

After a brief organization, he promptly lists the weapons for sale.

Miscellaneous weapons 1,142 units, wooden shields for,212 units, each requiring 300 wood, 150 stone, five iron, and two special resources any one type.

The miscellaneous weapons encompass a myriad of spoils, including battered single-edged knives, broken long spears, and orish weaponry.

The wooden shield is one of the earliest blueprints Fong acquired, long since outdated, and has merely accumulated dust in the warehouse.

Although these weapons still retain their lethality, their durability is lacking with varying degrees of damage.

Next, Fungha replaces the damage gear of his skeletal soldiers, listing the discarded items for sale as well.

The looming mandatory task for tomorrow hangs over everyone like a sword of damicles.

Even the most avaricious individuals when faced with imminent battle will resort to exhausting their resources to acquire a new set of equipment for survival.

After all, only by staying alive can one contemplate the future once deceased.

No amount of amassed resources holds any value.

Thus, Fongghao possesses the authority to set the prices for the weapons.

Not only are his prices deemed reasonable, but even if he were to double or triple them, the desperate individuals would have no choice but to purchase them.

The chance of survival becomes paramount.

The esteemed one is remarkable.

This batch of equipment could save many lives.

Why are there so many more wooden shields than iron spears? Isn't that self-evident? The abundance of timber inevitably leads to a greater production capacity while the quantity of iron ore is limited.

You are correct, Master Fong Ho.

Have you perhaps misinterpreted my words? I did not speak ill of you.

My ban on trading feels unjust, as if I were more wrong than Do E herself.

To the one above, spare us your theatrics.

You were the most scornful just moments ago.

Yet now you feign pity.

Do truly unfortunate, Master Fong Ha.

I admit my faults.

I'm merely gested and followed the crowd.

Please dismiss me lightly and lift my trading ban.

Brother Fong Ha, you're like a father to me.

I have aired.

I slap my own face in remorse.

Tomorrow will bring the beast tide.

I implore you to sell me some weapons.

The situation underwent a complete transformation.

People hailed Fong how as remarkable, and those who had previously hurled baseless insults one by one repented and sought forgiveness, adopting an air of reformation.

Of course, Fong Hao had no intention of removing anyone from the blacklist, especially upon discovering that some had formed an organization.

The sooner these individuals were exposed, the better, as it would allow Fong how to identify those who were targeting him.

Simultaneously, he received private messages.

Master, take a look at this blueprint.

How many weapons can it be exchanged for? Wooden cup blueprint.

White wooden cup, white, one timber, one hemp rope.

description.

A simple vessel for holding water.

Um, this seems rather insignificant, Fungha remarked.

The cup he currently uses for drinking is also crafted from wood, featuring a groove hollowed out at its center for the purpose of drinking water.

Thus, the wooden cup blueprint indeed holds little value, perhaps even negligible.

Um, master, let us exchange it for another.

Consider it a reserve of blueprints.

The other party hurriedly suggested, anxious that Fong Hao might refuse the trade.