The messenger exclaimed, wiping the sweat from his brow in a state of panic.

Petty, now flustered, urgently demanded, "Quick, prepare for battle.

" As she turned to rush outside, she completely forgot about Fongo sitting nearby, observing her intent to charge out.

Fongghao interjected, "Chief Petty, these are my troops.

They will not harm you.

" Petty halted, her eyes wide with surprise, but overshadowed by a sense of dread.

Chapter 66.

The subordinate village.

The army of tens of thousands of skeletons incited considerable panic, despite Fonggha's assurances that there would be no assault on the village.

The anxious pigheaded men promptly secured the village gates.

Meanwhile, Fongghao remained seated in the hall, observing a few pigheaded individuals whispering in the distance.

Upon learning that Fong Ho's skeletal army was stationed outside the village, Petty summoned several senior members of the clan to discuss an important matter.

Leaving Fong Hao to the side as they quietly debated amongst themselves.

Some even argued vehemently, their faces reening like freshly cooked pigs head meat.

The thought of pigs head meat made Fong how a bit hungry.

He wondered what dectable dishes ear would prepare for dinner.

After a long day of toil, indulging in a sumptuous meal would indeed be a source of great happiness.

The pigheaded man did not keep Fong Hao waiting for too long.

After their deliberation, Petty approached him, knelt before him, and spoke softly, "Lord Fong Hao, we wish to join your ranks and become a subordinate village under your domain.

" The other pigheaded men followed suit, kneeling deeply, signaling their submission.

The pig tribe was not particularly strong and even appeared somewhat feeble.

Fonggho's territory was not far from the pig village, and with mining operations planned in the vicinity, petty and the other pigheaded individuals grew increasingly concerned.

In this land, strength was the only immutable law, and conflicts among the orc tribes had never ceased.

Even though Fongo currently exhibited no hostility, what would happen in the future? A minor dispute mishandled could provide Fongghow with a justification to annihilate them.

Given the pig vill's limited power, it would be nothing more than a slaughter, an unresisting massacre.

Petty faced two choices.

First, to relocate, leading all villagers to seek a new settlement and rebuild.

Second, to submit to Fong Hao, thereby becoming a subordinate village with Fong Ho holding absolute power over their lives and deaths.

However, relocation was fraught with difficulties.

There's a significant risk that they could be plundered or attacked by other factions during their search for a new home.

Those who perished would die and captives would be sold into slavery.

Thus, after several rounds of discussion, they opted for the second choice to submit to Fong Ho.

As Petty knelt before him, Fong Ho realized that these pig-headed individuals have been deliberating on this very matter.

What benefits would your allegiance bring me? Fong Hao retorted.

He held little interest in the pigheaded men.

The skeleton soldiers, who required neither sustenance nor rest, and toiled diligently, were his ideal troops.

The pigheaded men, lacking in strength and not aligning with his aesthetic sensibilities, would only hinder his development if they were to attach themselves to him.

Upon hearing Fong How's words, the pigheaded men felt a wave of embarrassment wash over them.

They had been discussing the pros and cons of aligning with Fong Hao.

Yet it appeared he was reluctant to accept them.

It was as if they were offering themselves only to be turned away.

Lord Fong Ho, I speak, ventured Bolton from the back.

Please do, Fonggha replied.

Lord Fong Hao, your territory is exceedingly formidable.

However, traversing such vast distances to extract or still presents numerous challenges, such as the storage of mind resources and potential interference from surrounding factions, which are issues that must be confronted, Bolton remarked softly, having previously visited Lord Fongo's domain.

Bolton understood that the journey was not a trivial one.

Thus, he proposed various plausible scenarios based on the distance involved.

Upon hearing this, Fong Ho felt a slight stirring in his heart.

Recognizing the validity of Bolton's observations.

Please continue.

Fonggho urged Bolton elaborated, "The solutions are rather straightforward," Lord Fong Hao.

"If you entrust these matters to us, we can effectively address the storage of wars as well as the defense and maintenance of the mines.

" Fungho remained silent while the others awaited his response in quiet anticipation.

Bolton's proposal entailed establishing the Pigman village as a base for or extraction, allowing the mind resources to be stored within the village.

With the responsibility for mind maintenance and defense against surrounding threats resting upon them with his developmental focus still on his own territory, Fong Ho could not constantly monitor the mines.

Indeed, this was a rather commendable notion.

Casting a glance at the assembled individuals, Fong Hao spoke softly, "Chief Petty, I wish to have a private discussion with you.

" The female pigman was momentarily takenback and quickly replied.

"Oh, certainly.

" The others discreetly withdrew, leaving only Fong Ho and Petty.

"Or Fong Ho, you may speak," Petty said, feeling somewhat awkward as her group aimed to become a subordinate village.

Yet, they sensed Fong Ha's apparent reluctance, which was disheartening for the pigman.

Chief Petty, I can consent to your inclusion and will arrange for troops to provide a measure of protection for your village.

However, I cannot yet place my complete trust in you.

Funhow spoke gently.

Hearing his words, Petty was uncertain whether to feel elated or disheartened, as it was clear that Fong Ha's tone conveyed a degree of reluctance.

"What do you mean?" Petty asked through clenched teeth.

"I require you to sign a slave contract to ensure that you will not undertake actions that could harm me," Fonhow stated plainly.

At this pronouncement, Petty's complexion drained of color.

Signing a slave contract was fundamentally different from mere subordination.

A slave bound by such a contract could not defy any command from their master, even if it meant sacrificing their life.

Compliance was obligatory.

Once this contract was executed, she would be at Fonggha's mercy, plunging petty into a state of indecision, unsure of how to proceed.

I shall grant you 2 minutes to contemplate your decision.

Fonghao declared, "No need.

I agree to sign the slave contract, and I hope that you, my master, will not make things difficult for the other villagers.

" Petty replied resolutely.

"Very well.

You may continue to address me as lord going forward, and I shall keep the existence of a slave contract confidential.

" "Thank you, my lord.

" Funha's intention in retaining Petty was also to preserve her dignity.

The former chief becoming a slave to another was, after all, not a matter of great pride.

The pigment village has willingly agreed to become your subordinate village.

You may confirm this in the Lord<unk>'s book.

However, at the moment, Fong Hao remains in a divine state and is unable to confirm within the Lord<unk>'s book.

Very well.

Please explain to the villagers that I shall visit personally.

Fongghao continued, "Personally?" Petty, somewhat perplexed, cautiously cast a fleeting glance before quickly averting her gaze.

Understood, "My lord," Petty replied.

Fong Hao then exited and returned to the skeleton squad, dispelling his divine state.

Fong Hao sat up in bed and picked up the Lord<unk>'s book from the bedside to check, and indeed, the option to confirm the subordinate village had appeared.

He promptly selected to confirm.

The pigman village will become your subordinate village.

You may name the village and have access to all its resources.

Naming it could wait.

It seemed unnecessary.

However, the ability to access all resources filled Fong How with delight.

The Lord's book was connected to the other party's warehouse, allowing him to utilize the Pigman vill's resource reserves within his territory whenever he wished.

This meant that iron or placed in a warehouse did not need to be transported to his territory.

He could produce and use it directly through the Lord's book.