Kong Yong replied, running up while adjusting his helmet.

This undead army is truly formidable.

They came here today and took down a red duke's lair.

The Red Duke has escaped.

Do you know of any other places he could hide? Domiga asked.

Escaped? An orange tier nine hero has fled? Kong Yong<unk>s eyes widened in disbelief.

Oh my heavens, do you know where he might go next? After careful thought, Kong Yong ultimately shook his head.

Having originally been a villager providing blood tribute to the blood race.

He was unaware of such matters.

Seeing no fruitful inquiries, Domiga nodded in acknowledgement.

Just as Kong Yong was about to withdraw, he encountered the skeletal hero Blood Hunter, who was accompanied by two skeletal soldiers carrying a gleaming white treasure chest.

His pupils narrowed in sudden surprise.

Platinum treasure chest.

What is going on? How do they possess a treasure chest? Aren't only traversers able to obtain treasure chests? Chapter 305.

The dreams of a male Lord Kong Yong stood frozen in place, narrowly avoiding a skeleton bearing a treasure chest.

Over the past few days, he had assumed that this undead army represented the original power of this world.

However, doubts began to creep in.

Could it be that these individuals were soldiers from other traversers? He had gleaned some insights into the development status of other lords through chat channels.

Even if they were thriving, it was hard to believe they could amass such a formidable force.

As he pondered, a realization struck him.

Could the appearance of the treasure chest be attributed to his presence? Perhaps his joining this army had triggered the chest's emergence.

It was indeed a possibility worth considering.

With this thought in mind, Kong Yong decided against leaving immediately and instead stood aside.

Filled with anticipation, he awaited the moment when these natives would be unable to open the chest, allowing him to step in and unlock it.

Bang! The platinum chest was cast down beside Domiga.

Blood Hunter spoke up.

Commander Deitiga, the army has established offenses at Blood Fortress.

Should we notify the Lord to come? Capturing the castle would signify their successful occupation of the radiant moon heights.

According to the plan, once safety was assured, Fong Ha would arrive to confirm the subordinate territory.

Very well, I shall inform the lord at once.

Domiga retrieved a conch shell and quietly transmitted the message.

Meanwhile, Kong Yong, who had overheard their entire conversation, felt his expression shift from excitement to astonishment.

This army truly belonged to a lord.

Who could possibly command such a multitude? Kong Yong<unk>s mind raced as he began to compare the types of troops and the information he had gleaned.

The only one who could fit this description was Fong Hao, a figure of considerable strength and renown in the region.

Fonggha's equipment was sold in the thousands, matching the needs of the troops.

Yet the gear he provided was primarily of green and white quality, while the undead soldiers equipment had reached the blue tier.

Moreover, who could recruit such powerful orange heroes as the lizard men? It was almost unfathomable if the members of the group chat were to learn about the orange hero.

It would surely cause an uproar.

Just as Kong Yong envied the lizard men before him and scrutinized them intently, an orc dashed in, stumbling over the stone steps in haste.

My lord, an unfamiliar woman has suddenly arrived at the camp, demanding to see Commander Deitiga, and upon her arrival, she she the orc's expression was grim, tasked with guarding the territory beyond the fog.

His hurried entrance caught Ditiga and the others by surprise.

If it weren't for the mention of a strange woman, they might have thought that the Red Duke had brazenly stormed the camp under the sun.

"What happened?" Ditiga inquired.

"She killed the imprisoned bloodclan members and the pale bloods.

" The orc spoke in a hurried tone, recounting the events from mere moments ago.

A woman arrived at the camp beyond the mist, riding a skeletal dragon.

Upon landing, she first inquired about Ditiga, and then, as though she were familiar with the path, she proceeded to the chamber where the Blood Clan was imprisoned.

When the previously docsel blood clan members beheld her visage, they appeared to be struck by terror, pleading loudly for mercy.

In a frenzy, the woman ruthlessly slaughtered all the imprisoned Bloodclan members.

The 10- tiered dusk revelers fell before her as effortlessly as one might crush a sparrow.

After her rampage, she stepped through the congealed blood, seeking information about the battle at the Radiant Moon Heights.

Observing the unfolding situation, the orc hastened to Blood Fortress to inform Domiga and the others.

Upon hearing the orcs account, Ditiga's expression turned grave.

The undead had refrained from attacking the woman, revealing their animosity towards the blood clan.

"Blood hunter, you shall oversee this place.

I will return to the camp," he declared.

Before he could finish, a chilling voice echoed from the corridor connecting the hall.

"Are you Domiga?" Everyone turned to see a hazy silhouette of a woman at the corridor's end.

In the blink of an eye, she had crossed into the hall and seated herself upon the central throne.

"Who are you?" "Demita" asked wearily, his hand inching toward the hilt of his sword.

"What a Chester? I hope he has not met his demise at your hands," the woman remarked.

Chester was the name he bore as a human, and while the others were unaware, both Domiga and Blood Hunter recognized its significance.

Domiga noted the woman's leather armor and the hardened silver sword her waist piecing together her identity given her timely appearance.

The red duke fled, abandoning the castle.

As for his whereabouts, "We have yet to uncover any clues," Domiga responded calmly.

"Fled? Huh? That is indeed in character for him," the woman scoffed.

"We suspect he still hides within the mist, orchestrating a search party.

Leave his affairs to me.

You need not concern yourselves with that.

" The woman shook her head, inquiring if there were any Blood Clan members left alive.

Domiga glanced at Blood Hunter, who nodded, stating, "There are two remaining.

They were the ones who guided us to Blood Fortress and are detained outside.

Bring them in," the woman commanded once more.

Blood Hunter looked to Domiga for confirmation rather than the imposing woman before them.

Domiga conscended with a nod, and Blood Hunter descended to fetch the last two Blood Clan members.

When the two were brought into the hall and beheld the woman seated upon the throne, their red pupils dilated in shock.

They trembled uncontrollably, their legs bending involuntarily as one of them stammered.

"Rana, madam!" All of this was orchestrated by Chester.

"We are but victims.

" Rana gracefully rose and approached the two before her, bending slightly.

I gazed upon the faces of the two individuals.

"Ah, how nostalgic the once quaint town appears.

You have lived long enough.

It is time for you to meet your demise.

Approaching closer, a flash of sword light surged forth, slicing through the necks of the two.

Their heads tumbled, blood gushing forth.

Was it merely to eliminate them? Ditiga felt a sense of bewilderment.

"Rest assured, I will handle Chester's affairs," said Luranna, shaking off the blood from her sword.

"Can you locate him?" Lurena rose, striding outward as she replied, "Indeed, you need not concern yourselves with this matter.

Inform Fong how when the time comes.

" Domiga remained silent, following the woman closely.

Upon exiting the blood fortress hall, she leaped directly from the city wall, summoning the skeletal dragon with a piercing howl and flew southward.

Within the blood fortress, Kongyong leaned heavily against the wall, his legs trembling slightly.

At his feet lay the severed head of a blood clan member, its eyes filled with terror, fixated upon him, he gently nudged the head aside, wishing to avoid the dead gaze.

His fear did not stem from the decapitated head, but rather from the events that had just unfolded.

He had been enviously admiring the orange-shaled lizard man hero when yet another dark old tear hero emerged.

With an aloof demeanor and breathtaking beauty, each trait was what male lords yearned for.

As the woman departed, she casually mentioned Fong Hao.

He did not believe this to be a mere coincidence.