As the distance between the two sides diminished, the trolls commenced a vigorous charge.
10 trolls thundered forward, causing the mine to tremble slightly.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The skeletal trolls crashed into the enemy's ranks like frenzied bulls, wielding their spiked clubs with all their might.
With overwhelming force, skeletons were sent hurtling backward, colliding with the walls and collapsing into heaps of bones.
The opposing skeletons, however, were not devoid of combat prowess.
Their long swords struck the trolls armor from all directions, creating a cacophony of clanging metal.
Fonggho observed from a distance.
In his state of gray sparrow, his awareness was highly attuned.
Yet, he lacked any offensive capability to assist on the battlefield.
Fortunately, the trolls exhibited commendable bravery, systematically dispatching sways of enemy skeletons.
When the final blow reduced the last skeleton to mere bone fragments, an eerie silence enveloped the mine.
"Clear the battlefield, check for treasure chests, and transport all the ore," Fongo commanded loudly.
The skeletal trolls, undeterred by the recent battle, continued to act on Fong Ho's orders, commencing the collection of spoils.
A battered mine cart was pushed forth, its remaining wheel grinding noisily against the tracks due to the trolls brute strength.
"Stop! This is quite torturous.
Funha lighted on the minecart, addressing the trolls.
Simultaneously, as he settled on the cart, he received information regarding the oars.
Stone 45, iron, 12, copper, six, mithril, four mithril.
Fonggha's heart stirred at the revelation.
Both the pigman's mine and the frost wind mountains had been sights of or extraction.
Yet none had yielded mithril.
Could it be that this mine harbors the precious Mithil? Mithril, a rare material frequently employed in the crafting of magical artifacts, is essential in the creation of wooden root staffs and the embroidered robes of alchemists.
It is evident that if Fongo aspires to advance in the arcane arts or to equip a formidable legion of mages, he must secure a consistent source of mithril.
The mine before him ignited a glimmer of hope within his heart.
Do not push the minecarts.
Carry the ore out instead.
Fonggho instructed the skeletal troll, discarding the cart that now bore only a single wheel, clasped the ore and ambled toward the cave's entrance.
Fongo soared toward another minecart.
Stone 55, iron 18, Mithril 8.
Stone 42, iron 9, copper 5, Mithil 1.
Stone 57, iron 36.
As he inspected several locations, whether it be carts or scattered heaps of, or he consistently discovered Mithril, Fong Ho felt his heart race with exhilaration.
It was certain that this was indeed a mind capable of yielding Mithril.
Quickly transport all the out, he urged, his impatience palpable, yearning to clear the mine and organize a workforce for the extraction of Mithril.
The skeletal troll hastened its pace, transporting the gathered spoils outside the cave.
However, as the loot was being cleared, no treasure chest appeared.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Fong House circled the entire area, yet found no trace of a chest.
Surely, there must be one.
If not here, then perhaps down another path.
Outside the cavern, he categorized and stacked the ear alongside the equipment dropped by the skeletons.
Fongghao emerged and replenished his forces to 30.
He ventured back into the mine, this time leading the skeletal troll to the right at the fork.
The narrow passageway was meticulously huneed, and the walls bore remnants of torches every few meters.
After traversing over 10 m, he entered another expansive hall, akin to the one on the left.
In contrast to the mining operation on the left, this space appeared more like a storage area or an office.
Decayed tables and a variety of mining tools cluttered the corners, easily recognizable.
As he stepped into the hall, a familiar sound resonated once more.
Clatter.
A multitude of skeletons rose once again, brandishing rusted weapons to launch an assault.
Whoosh! A fiery orange magic arrow soared from behind the skeletal warriors.
It was a fire arrow, though its aim was evidently poor, crashing into the stone wall 5 m away, sending sparks flying.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! More magic arrows erupted around him like fireworks, illuminating the shadowy cavern.
One fire arrow detonated beside Fong Ho.
The resulting debris instantly, severing one of his bird-like legs.
While he felt no pain, his body lurched violently to one side.
Fonggho spread his wings.
stabilizing his form while seizing the opportunity to observe the enemy situation in the distance.
Behind the advancing skeletal warriors stood a cadre of necromancers.
Their staffs were worn and frayed, and their robes hung from their bodies like tattered rags.
"You 10, follow my lead.
The rest of you, attack and eliminate all foes.
" Fong Hao commanded, his voice resonating over the explosive crackle of magical arrows.
20 skeletal ogres charged toward the skeleton warriors while Fong Ha with a graceful flap of his wings led his 10-member team in a sweeping arc maneuvering towards the rear ranks of the necromancers.
Despite the necromancer's superior rank, their intellect remained limited.
Their spells relentlessly depleted against the advancing ogres, and in close combat, their magical arrows inflicted casualties upon their own ranks.
Soon, Fong Hoa and his team of ogres flanked the necromancers.
"Attack! Slay those sorcerers!" Fungho shouted.
The skeletal ogres surged forward, battering through with their spiked clubs and war axes, dispatching the necromancers with ruthless efficiency.
The clash of battle erupted fiercely.
Half an hour later, the conflict reached its conclusion.
"Clear the battlefield and search for treasure.
" Fong how proclaimed, striking a triumphant pose.
Chapter 283.
The giant spider archer following the fierce battle.
The skeletal trolls commenced the gathering of various spoils of war.
Weapons, armor, and an array of ores were collected and transported outside.
Fongo patiently awaited the outcome.
Before long, among the spoils being carried out, his eyes fell upon a golden chest hoisted by one of the trolls.
A wave of relief washed over him.
Fearing that their efforts would be in vain, devoid of any treasure, with a sense of urgency, he released his divine state, awakening from the back of the dragon.
Anja and Lui, rather than indulging in play, sat conversing nearby.
Upon noticing Fong Ha's awakening, they inquired, "How did it go?" "Quite well, actually.
The rewards are substantial," he replied.
Fong Ho felt a sense of contentment regarding the recent skirmish.
Not only had he acquired a golden chest, but more crucially, he had discovered a vain rich in Mithril.
Such a mining site is a rare find indeed.
With the enemies within the cave now vanquished, he could soon organize a workforce to commence the extraction of Mithril, thus preparing for the future development of his magical legion.
Oh, Anja responded succinctly.
As they engaged in conversation, the skeletal trolls emerged from the depths of the cave, each bearing their spoils.
One troll clutching the golden chest approached Fong Hao directly, unceremoniously dropping the chest at his feet before turning away.
Descending from the skeletal dragon, Fongghao eagerly opened the chest.
Acquired blueprint for the whispering staff blueprint for white steel pickaxe, blueprint for mining tracks, blueprint for mining cart, 32 shadow stones, 202 battle coins.
Upon gazing at the items revealed within the chest, a smile graced Fong house visage.
Not only did he acquire a staff for spellcasters, but the remaining items were all blueprints pertinent to mining.
Each one beneficial to him.
Whispering staff, three sturdy wood, one fine iron, three essence of magic, five mithril, one trace of death.
description.
The whispers of a deceased fill the ears of the caster, recounting tales of death and cold, eagerly anticipating your arrival.
Goodness, this staff appears rather ominous.
Yet, given that the mage legion of my territory comprises undead, the whispers will bear no effect on them.