The elongated line of goblins became an easy target.

The breath of death swept across their ranks, and those goblins caught in its wake transformed into lifeless.

Pale skeletons amidst their anguish struggles.

Panic ensued among the goblin ranks.

Their morale plummeted to an all-time low.

They discarded their weapons and fled in disarray.

After a single breath attack, the skeletal dragons were unable to unleash a second wave.

Instead, they circled around to the rear of the goblins, effectively cutting off their escape.

Simultaneously, in the heart of the forest, Domina received the command relayed by the skeletal gray sparrow.

She promptly led her subordinates out of the woods.

Mercilessly slaying the already demoralized and fleeing goblins.

Behind the goblins, forbearers, weary from their exertions, found their legs trembling, causing the goblin chieftain to tumble from his litter.

Clumsily regaining his footing, he turned and fled in panic.

He could not fathom the reason for the skeletal dragon's appearance, nor did he have the luxury of contemplating such matters.

His sole focus was on escape, running as far as his legs could carry him.

However, in the next moment, the skeletal dragons descended, unleashing towering skeletal warriors from above, effectively blocking the goblins retreat.

Facing the oncoming arachnid monstrosities and pursued by the undead, the goblins found themselves hopelessly trapped in a vice, the battle drew to a close.

On the battlefield lay jinx with a mere two to 300 goblins remaining.

White silk strands bound their limbs, forcing them to kneel submissively on the ground.

The captured goblins were rife with fear and confusion in their eyes, unable to comprehend their dire predicament.

The amalgamation of arachnids, orcs, and undead, all united under the command of a single human, left them bewildered.

What was the meaning of this? Why had these races converged? Why were they not slaughtered? Domina approached swiftly.

Her disdain for these wretched goblins burned within her, and she yearned to eradicate them all at once, or to be stored as sustenance for the mother queen spider.

Fong Ho cast a glance at her, opting not to provide any explanation.

His gaze settled upon a particular null in the center, clad in blue denim trousers and sporting a golden watch on his wrist.

He was promptly extracted.

The skeletal troll advanced, seizing the null chief and throwing him before Fonggha.

Are you the leader? Fonggho inquired.

A no, not at all.

The null hastily denied.

Not.

Then let us proceed with your demise.

No, no, I am the leader.

The null chief quickly corrected himself.

Fong helled out a cold snort and cautioned.

If you possess any semblance of intelligence, refrain from attempting to deceive me, for the consequences are surely clear to you.

The null swallowed hard, nodding and understanding your camp.

How many remain? Over a hundred.

The null responded with surprising swiftness this time.

You lie.

No, no, it is true.

We brought nearly everyone to deal with the spiders, leaving only a handful to guard the camp.

He insisted, fearful that Fongo would end his life on the spot, or worse, surrender him to the spiders, where his demise would be far more gruesome.

Fong Hao nodded, seemingly convinced of the truth in his words.

Where did the trousers and watch originate? His gaze fell upon the golden time piece on the null's wrist, its metallic chain likely worth a considerable sum in the previous society.

The null lowered his eyes to his pants, wiping the sweat from his brow as he stammered.

These were taken from a human.

And a human? You mean a human? The null's eyes darted and he replied, "No, I do not know.

" He fled.

Fawn had it not pressed further.

Given that they had managed to steal his trousers, the likelihood of the human escaping was slim.

Considering the null's modus operandi, his fate was likely dire.

Even now, every day saw traversers meeting their demise in various unfortunate circumstances.

Such occurrences had long ceased to be novelties.

What remained for each individual was to ensure they possess sufficient strength to survive.

I need you to persuade the remaining nles to surrender.

Is that within your capability? Fongghao continued.

The human's tone was unassuming.

Yet the null felt an icy dread wash over him.

Earlier when mentioning the theft of human possessions, he sensed that this human was contemplating his execution.

I can do it.

I will certainly do it.

The null fervently nodded, kneeling and banging his head on the ground.

Fonhow acknowledged him with a nod and softly called, "Domina! Yes, my lord!" Dominina stepped forward, her tone still measured, yet acknowledging his title.

"Keep these nullles under watch.

I want them alive.

" Understood.

Funhow instructed.

Domina narrowed her eyes, her expression betraying a hint of hesitation.

Have you comprehended my command? Understood, my lord.

They will not be in any danger.

Very well.

Fong Ho nodded, rising from the stone pedestal, and took the lead towards the goblin camp.

Several companions mounted the skeletal dragon while the skeletal troll hoisted the trembling goblin chief.

The skeletal dragon soared into the sky, heading in the direction of the goblin encampment.

After 5 minutes, they arrived above the camp, which resembled a makeshift refugee settlement.

Despite its rudimentary construction, it was quite sizable, accommodating thousands of goblins.

The skeletal dragon descended before the camp, and the goblin chief bellowed, "Quick, open the gates.

We have guests.

" The camp's entrance swung open, revealing the remaining goblins peering curiously, puzzled by the towering undead beside their chief.

"Hadn't he gone to exterminate spiders? Why return with so many undead?" "My lord, please," the goblin chief obsequiously implored, adopting a demeanor of unwavering loyalty.

Gather all your people outside, Fonhow commanded.

Uh oh.

The goblin chief began to summon his kin to emerge.

Soon the remaining goblins assembled outside, tightly bound and apprehended.

And lead your team to scour the interior.

Take all valuable items.

Fong how instructed.

The goblin camp resembled a refugee settlement likely lacking in valuables.

Yay! And exclaimed, rushing in with Lui.

The skeletal trolls commenced dismantling the shanties within the camp.

Leather and metal were transported out along with various salvage supplies piled outside the entrance.

Meanwhile, Inja and Lui emerged carrying a silver chest which they tossed at Fong Hao's feet before returning to continue their search.

Fong how opened the chest directly, revealing acquired black iron bone cleaver blueprint, black iron cage blueprint, 18 beast, two stones, 75 warfire coins.

Chapter 288, treasure vault map, black iron bone chopper with two iron, one cast iron block, one description, a sharp kitchen utensil, adept at deafly cleaving bones.

It seems this bone chopper is merely a kitchen knife.

Upon reflection, it's quite reasonable.

If the goblins were capable of producing weaponry for battle, some of them wound tea have resorted to wielding wooden clubs during the recent skirmish, even if it is merely a kitchen knife.

I surmise these creatures are unable to mass-produce such items.

Nevertheless, kitchen wear is quite advantageous.