Bang! The pickaxe struck the wall, decimating a group of archers into a gruesome pulp.

The ladder was swiftly placed against the edge of the wall and the skeletal soldiers began their ascent.

A thunderous roar echoed from below as the gates succumbed to the onslaught, collapsing entirely.

The skeletal soldiers surged into the city like a swarm of bees returning to the hive, plunging into close combat.

Within the city, the war gen soldiers found themselves as fragile as tofu against the oncoming tide of bones.

The once ferocious and bloodthirsty orcs appeared feeble and dimminionative in this moment.

Niggo, standing at the back of the ranks, watched his dwindling forces with bloodshot eyes, a fierce snarl etched upon his face.

A mere horde of lowly undead.

I will annihilate you all and skin every last pigman.

With a roar, he bent his legs slightly, gathering strength before leaping high into the air, raising his machete above his head.

Bang! With a muffled thud, the cleaver sliced through the body of a skeletal ogre, cleaving it diagonally from the shoulder and reducing it to a heap of white bones.

Niggo landed with precision, the cleaver in his hand, transforming into a flurry of blade shadows that shattered the surrounding attacking skeletons.

For a moment, the skeletal soldiers found it difficult to approach.

Stand aside.

You shall hunt others.

At this moment, a voice suddenly emerged from behind the skeletons.

Though the skeletons could not speak, they understood commands.

They ceased their assault on Nigo and instead maneuvered around him to continue their onslaught on the other wolf men.

As the skeletons departed, the orc girl Anya adorned with tiger claws.

Step forth.

Niggo cast a cold, piercing gaze at Anya, his voice frigid.

"You foolish girl! Are you seeking death? The number of those who have perished in my hands far exceeds those you have encountered.

" ugly creature," Anna muttered, stretching her neck.

"Seeking death," Niggo roared in anger, a crimson mist enveloping him as his eyes blazed in even deeper red.

In the next instant, the cleaver in his hand surged upward, glowing with a blood red sheen as it struck towards Ana's ribs.

Skill: Bone Extraction.

Chapter 105.

A letter to the shattered skull tribe Nigo's blade was both swift and ruthless, its angle remarkably cunning.

Had it been anyone else, they would likely have perished before comprehending the movement, their bodies cleaved in twain.

Yet, Anja remained unfazed, casually raising her hand to intercept Nigo's most formidable strike with her metallic claw.

The sound of metal clashing resonated, a shock wave surged forth, and her garments billowed in the aftermath.

With her other hand, she unleashed a punch.

Boom! The force of her blow detonated beneath Nigo's feet, sending him hurtling backward like a cannonball, stumbling several meters in a disheveled manner.

Is that all you are capable of? Ana did not retaliate, but her expression betrayed her disdain.

Niggo's countenance grew increasingly grave, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He realized that this seemingly youthful woman was in fact a hero of even greater rank than himself.

You have lost your mind.

You ally with the undead.

Yet we are of the same kin.

Niggo roared.

The arrogance of earlier evaporating in the wake of his accusation against Ana for siding with the wraiths.

Oh, how curious.

Just moments ago, you were intent on my demise.

Anja retorted, advancing step by step.

We are of the same tribe.

If we join forces, we can undoubtedly vanquish these undead.

When the time comes, I shall see the chiefty to you.

Nigo proclaimed loudly.

Yet his grip on the battle blade tightened with trepidation.

No need.

You are far too unappealing.

Anjar replied coolly.

Then let us see who meets their end first.

With a powerful push from his feet, Nigo lunged forward, his weapons swiftly slicing through the air.

A tempest of blades assailing Anja.

Anja remained composed, engaging in a dance of fists against her opponent.

Their exchanges accelerated, each strike more vicious than the last.

As Nigo found himself at a disadvantage, his resolve hardened.

He deafly maneuvered his blade to deflect Anja's assault, bearing his fangs as he lunged for her throat.

Anja's lips curled in a hint of derision.

Skill: Crimson Fangs.

She pivoted sharply, her elbow striking like a fong against the side of his head.

Bow! Niggo's skull was impacted, his body momentarily paralyzed before collapsing limply.

Outside the village, Fong was engaged in conversation with Bolton.

He harbored no concerns regarding the battle s outcome.

In his territory, conflict only served to hasten development, accumulating military strength in the process.

A successful war would significantly bolster his might.

Before long, the clamor of battle began to wne, the cries of slaughter within the tribe diminishing into tranquility.

Fong Hao, accompanied by Bolton, made their way into the village.

Upon reaching the entrance, they were greeted by Anja, who was dragging a bloodied figure resembling a lifeless dog.

Were it not for the subtle rise and fall of the chest, Fong Ho might have mistaken him for a corpse.

"The leader," Fong Hao inquired with curiosity.

Indeed, I spared him, fearing he might be of use to you.

Anja replied directly.

Very well, Fongghao responded, summoning several skeletons.

Bind him securely, should he dare resist.

Execute him without hesitation.

More than a dozen skeletons approached, seizing hemp ropes to bind Nigo in layers on both sides.

In truth, Fonga's concerns were somewhat excessive.

In Nigo's condition, he was merely lingering in a state of existence.

After entrusting Nigo to the skeletons and Jia swiftly caught up with Fong Hao and inquired, "What should we do next?" "Scaven, take everything of value," Fong Hao replied.

"Hooray! I'm in.

" And Jia exclaimed with excitement, suddenly realizing that she and Fong Hao shared a certain rapport.

The trio ventured into the depths of the village.

The scale of the Wolfman settlement was indeed modest, although it surpassed the dimminionive Pigman villages considerably.

However, it could not compare to the Fireblade tribe.

The size of the structures and the reserves of resources fell significantly short.

Clean the battlefield, gather supplies, dismantle everything within the tents.

Fong Hao commanded decisively.

The skeletons on standby immediately sprang into action with many commencing the dismantling process.

Fong Ho led the two into the hall of the Wolfman chieftain.

The furnishings consisted of ordinary wooden tables and chairs adorned with beast horn chandeliers devoid of any valuable items.

Upon entering the inner chamber and Jia began rumaging about while Fonga's gaze fell upon a silver treasure chest nestled in the corner.

Approaching, he opened the chest directly.

Acquired marching tint blueprint, leatherworking frame blueprint, improved leather boots blueprint, 80 battle coins, four beast two stones.

All three were crafting blueprints alongside 80 battle coins and four bees two stones which were useful for constructing orc buildings.

Behind him, Jia continued her frantic search, appending everything she could find.

Hey Fungho, is this a letter? It's filled with writing.

And Jia exclaimed, handing a piece of parchment to Fong Ho.

He accepted it and examined its contents.