Fortunately, the initial reconnaissance of the Blood Clan was thwarted by their own discovery.

Before the information could be disseminated, it was eradicated.

A hero of the orange hued bloodline, to be candid, did not overly concern Fong Ho.

The essence of the Blood Clan lies in their ability to drain life, transform humans, and manipulate corpses.

However, the act of blood draining poses little threat to skeletons.

Surely, they could not possess the strength to extract marrow.

"All right, let's tidy this place.

Dispose of this one in the transformation pool," Fong How instructed.

He had no intention of sparing the surviving pale bloodline entity.

His previous hesitation to eliminate it stem from the desire to allow Shiao Yu to employ possession as she had done previously for disguise and reconnaissance.

However, upon discovering the opponent's orange classification, Fongo dismissed that notion.

Orange heroes are endowed with unique abilities and formidable strength.

Should you be detected, she would have no opportunity to escape, thus rendering such a risk unnecessary.

The surviving pale bloodline entity attempted to plead for mercy or utter something.

But before he could articulate a word, a long sword pierced through his body.

Blood cascaded from his chest as his life swiftly ebbed away.

Helplessly, he collapsed, feeling himself dragged away and discarded amidst a pile of corpses.

The following day dawned gray and overcast.

Fong Hao rose early and exited his chamber.

The maids had already commenced their duties and Eair was preparing breakfast.

Everything proceeded as usual.

After breakfast, Fonho set out once more with Anja and Domiga heading to the southern edge of the territory.

This location lay between his domain and the city of Plur, separated by a river a dozen meters wide, necessitating passage across a wooden bridge.

However, the river was not deep and its current was gentle, allowing for a straightforward way to the opposite bank.

Fongo opened the Lord Esttome and located the construction blueprint for the fortress.

At the riverside wooden bridge, he made the decision to build.

A radiant glow enveloped the area, and when it dissipated, the fortress had been erected.

Extended walls now occupied the riverbank, establishing a checkpoint leading to his territory.

Suddenly, several bone dragons descended from the sky and from their backs disembarked 50 minotaurs, hastily approaching Fong Hao.

"We greet you, Lord.

" The minotaurs in toned in unison, "Huh, did he? You appear considerably more robust of late.

" Fong Hao remarked to the foremost minur.

These minotaurs belong to the Copper Bull clan, and Fonhow was familiar with Terry, the leader among them, who was an eighth tier warrior and the most promising candidate for heroism within their ranks.

The Copper Bull held him in high regard, and he commanded a certain prestige within his clan.

"Thank you, my lord.

I have been eating well recently, hence the weight gain," Terry replied bashfully, scratching his dirty braid.

"Haha, continue your diligent efforts.

I have prepared the heart of a hero for you.

" Upon reaching the 10th tier, come to the main city to ascend as a hero.

Fong how encouraged, patting Terry s muscular arm, which was impressively developed.

It felt as though one were striking against unyielding stone.

Thank you, my lord.

I shall not disappoint your expectations or the chief's nurturing, Terry proclaimed loudly.

Indeed, you must all strive to hone your skills.

Those who reach the 10th tier may proceed to the main city for assessment.

I will provide the materials and equipment.

You need only to exert yourselves.

Fongo addressed the other tarin.

Thank you, my lord.

All the tarin responded in unison, secretly rejoicing in the correctness of the chief's choice.

After aligning with Fong Ho, the village had begun to prosper.

While conversing, several skeletal dragons descended, followed by 14 greatsword infantry, who after observing the tower, hastily approached Fong Hao.

My lord, one of them said, "Yes, shortly you will accompany me outside.

Upon our return, you will camp here and follow Captain Terry's orders.

" Fong Hao continued.

Understood.

My lord, the great sword infantry replied, turning their gaze back to Terry.

Captain Terry, they acknowledged.

Indeed, Terry nodded in agreement.

After their introductions, Fongghao proceeded to establish defensive towers and residences for the fortress, ensuring that they could also inhabit the area.

Upon returning, he would arrange for a substantial number of skeletal soldiers to expand the waterways, making the wooden bridge of the fortress the sole passage, thereby enhancing its role as a checkpoint.

Having concluded matters concerning the fortress, Terry began to assign guard duties while Fong Hao, accompanied by the 14 greatsword infantry, set off towards the southwest.

The previous day he had received two bounties of the tavern, one titled Wellmon Monster and the other village trouble.

The latter seemed less descriptive compared to the former.

The name Wellmon suggested that some creature had emerged from the well.

Thus, their destination was the village plagued by the well monster.

After half an hour of travel, they caught sight of a village in the distance.

It appeared desolate, seemingly abandoned for a long time.

The village gate stood a jar, and aside from an elderly man squatting by the entrance, there was not a soul in sight.

As the party approached, the old man with his murky eyes surveyed Fong Hao and his companions.

Ah, are you here to collect taxes or to offer assistance? He inquired, "We are here to help.

" Fungho responded.

Upon hearing this, a smile broke across the old man's face.

The wrinkles upon it, resembling the gnarled bark of an ancient tree.

Chapter 234.

The hellish room.

The old man revealed a smile, albeit one that was not particularly pleasing, yet carried a certain warmth and simplicity.

His gaze flickered over the giant lizard and the lizard man before settling on Fonggha.

"You're the captain?" he inquired, presuming Fong Ha to be the leader of the mercenary group.

"Indeed," Fongho affirmed with a nod.

Then proceeded to inquire.

Old man, are you the only one in the village? Casting his eyes once more over the desolate village devoid of any sign of life.

He received a hasty reply.

I'm also here to see if anyone has come.

I will return in the afternoon.

I currently reside in the neighboring village.

For this place can no longer accommodate anyone.

Such severity.

Fonhao exclaimed.

Indeed, many lives have been lost and those in the city remain indifferent.

If it weren't for the fear of calamity befalling their own villages, we would have turned a blind eye to this place," the old man continued.

It was evident that the villagers had already vacated their homes, each seeking refuge elsewhere, effectively abandoning this village.

"For the villagers, it was a straightforward solution.

" "Lman, please recount the nature of the creature.

The more detailed the better," Fongo urged.

Very well, the elder replied, settling down against the wall, ready to narrate.

Since the village's inception, this well has existed, providing water for the villager sustenance.

However, half a month ago, some observed that the well's mouth was perpetually covered in sludge, emitting a foul odor.

The well is of utmost importance, directly linked to the health of the entire village, and the villagers took it seriously.

Initially they believed it was the mischief of the village children and a group of unruly ones were taken out and collectively punished.