Fong Hao observed with a critical gaze continuing until exhaustion overcame him and he succumbed to slumber.

Meanwhile, in the Cold Wind Mountains, at the Skullcrusher tribe, in the grand hall of the Chieft, the wraith known as Shiaoyu possessed the body of the Wolf Man Nigo, standing rigidly at the center of the hall, his eyes scanning the surroundings incessantly.

Above him hung a chandelier crafted from human skulls, illuminating the entire hall while imparting an eerie ambiencece.

A gentle breeze stirred, causing the chandelier to sway, rendering the Wolfman silhouette elusive.

Although Shia Yu was a spirit, the oppressive atmosphere within the hall compelled her to curse silently.

What manner of place is this more frightening than my own tomb just as she was lost in thought, increasingly worried about revealing her presence? Footsteps echoed from the rear of the hall, gradually approaching.

Soon after, a towering figure, an orc of demonic lineage, strode forth.

It was none other than the chieftain of the skull crusher tribe, Skull Crusher S.

S ascended to the main seat and sat down directly, casting an impatient glance at the wolf man below.

Have you brought news from the undead encampment? The sound of a skull being crushed resonated with a low tamber.

Yet no flaws were discernible.

My lord, I bring news.

Those oursed undead have annihilated my tribe.

You must grant me vengeance.

Little you, mimicking the appearance of a war, lamented loudly.

It was evident to all present.

Nigo, despite being a hero, bore numerous scars and exhibited varying degrees of hair loss, resembling a victim of some skin affliction, grotesque and disheveled.

Tell me what you know, and I shall arrange a position for you to eradicate those undead and avenge your kin.

Saul stated his expression unchanged as he languidly reclined in his chair.

"Thank you, my lord.

The leader of the undead army is a human.

And when they attacked my village, they brought forth an army of undead soldiers numbering in the thousands," the ward declared.

These were all arrangements made by Fong How.

The opposing force had evidently deployed scouts to survey the territory.

None could ascertain the extent of the information they had gleaned.

Thus, they spoke the truth to ensure trust.

What types of undead soldiers are there? S inquired further.

Most are lowly undead infantry along with a few undead mages.

S's brow furrowed suddenly.

Last time the scouts found no information regarding mages.

There are some, but not many.

Little U quickly amended, noting the surprise on S's face, indicating that they had not been informed of the undead mag's presence.

Is there any further news? S continued.

None.

The village was destroyed and I hastened to seek refuge with you, hoping for an opportunity for vengeance," the ward replied, a look of anguish crossing his countenance.

His voice rife with animosity towards the enemy.

"You have arrived at an opportune moment.

You shall join the army's march tomorrow to avenge your kin.

" S stated flatly.

"Little," you frowned, realizing that the army would soon embark upon an assault on the territory, nearly arriving too late.

Noticing the ward's silence, Saul coldly queried, "What is it? Do you have more to say?" "And no, I will certainly exert my utmost to slay the enemies and not betray the trust of the chieftain.

" Little U promptly responded, "Huh, you war possess quite the eloquence.

" Saul chuckled softly, then called out to the door, "Come in.

" An orc guard entered, "Great chieftain.

" S continued, escorted him to Omari.

Let Amari explain the plans and regulations to him.

Understood.

The guard then led the warg out of the hall, directing him to the assembly camp.

Though Nigo held a modest rank, he was still a war hero, assigned to a private quarters.

As night fell, the ward lay in bed, suddenly awakening with wide eyes.

A female spectre detached from her corporeal form, concealed in the darkness, seeking information pertinent to the forthcoming battle.

Chapter 132.

Jeang Bin's nightmares the following day.

At dawn, Fong Hao rubbed his blurry eyes and sat up in bed.

As he descended from the bed, his gaze fell upon the communication stone on the bedside table, which contained a message.

It must be news from Shiao.

The communication stone operates on a one-way transmission, meaning Shiau can only relay messages while Fong how can only receive them.

He picked up the stone and placed it to his ear, listening intently.

As the contents became clearer, Fong Ha's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Shiau<unk>s message was concise.

The enemy's army had set out early that morning, marching swiftly according to their plans and would reach the vicinity of the territory to launch an attack within the next 2 days.

The commander of the forces was not the notorious crush skull, but rather a hero named Almari.

Furthermore, some tribes on the eastern side of the territory would also join the fry during the assault.

Among them, the most significant and influential tribe was the copper bull talic, an old acquaintance of Fong House.

Upon concluding the message from the communication stone, Fong Ho felt a tightening in his chest.

Although he had confidence in his forces, the impending attack still stirred a sense of unease within him.

He set the stone down, took a deep breath to steady his nerves, and exited his room.

Heir was preparing breakfast when she spotted Fong Hao descending the stairs and greeted him warmly.

Good morning, master.

Good morning, Heir.

Please keep breakfast simple.

I have urgent matters to attend to afterward, Fong Ha replied.

Of course, master.

And what about in Ja? Tell her to rise quickly, he continued.

Striding out of the Lord<unk>'s mansion.

He made his way to the museum of organs where Nelson and Blood Hunter were just exiting.

Lord, the two greeted respectfully.

Yes.

Fongghao nodded and continued, "Shia has relayed news that the Crush Skull Tribe has mobilized this morning.

He recounted Shiao Yuyu<unk>s message to them, emphasizing the significance of the Copper Bull's involvement.

Where your thoughts, my lord?" Nelson inquired.

After a moment's contemplation, Fongghao replied decisively, "Blood Hunter, prepare the bone dragons along with sufficient skeletal trolls.

We shall depart shortly.

" Understood, my lord.

I will prepare at once, Blood Hunter responded, unfurling his leathery wings and soaring toward the location of the bone dragons.

Fongghao pondered for a moment before adding, "Scolar Nelson, if you have no pressing matters, you should accompany us.

After all, the opposing force has a purple hero, and I fear Blood Hunter may struggle to counter them.

" Nelson nodded.

"Certainly, my lord.

I am at your service.

" Excellent.

Having delegated all tasks, Fonha returned to the Lord<unk>'s mansion to await heirs arrival with the meal.

At that moment, Injia stumbled down the stairs, rubbing her eyes and appearing disheveled.

Her loose clothing hung carelessly, exposing a generous expanse of skin.

"Fong Ha, why did you wake me so early? Are you out of your mind?" And Jiao exclaimed, venting her mourning irritability as she descended.

"Soon, we shall embark on the conquest of a territory.

If you are reluctant to join, you may remain behind to guard the home.

We have sufficient numbers after all, Fongghao remarked nonchalantly while sipping his vegetable soup.

Upon hearing of the impending conflict, and Jia's drowsy eyes sparkled with sudden fervor, she dashed to the table and began to eat with urgency.

Hurry up, finish quickly so we can set off early.