Both maps lay to the south of Puer city in proximity to the gray bear's hideout.
Fong Ha returned to his chamber and immediately invoked the divine presence.
In the next moment, he found himself at top the skeletal gray sparrow within the layer of the gray bear.
The surroundings were vividly illuminated, revealing the familiar bedroom of the gray bear.
A slender chain was fastened around the bony ankle of the skeletal gray sparrow, presumably to prevent it from flying about erratically.
Before him, the gray bear dawned a linen short shirt and engaged in his daily morning exercises.
The shirt, thin and loose, shifted with each push-up, accentuating his robust chest, which was plainly visible.
With every descent, his form pressed against the floor, creating a striking spectacle.
1975, 1976, 1977.
The gray bear muttered softly.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, leaving a trail of moisture on the ground.
If only Millie could muster half of the gray bear's diligence.
Gray bear, Fonhao called out.
The gray bear's gaze sharpened as he lifted his eyes to the skeletal gray sparrow at the head of the bed.
"My lord, is that you?" The gray bear sat upright.
The skeletal gray sparrow nodded and continued.
Prepare yourself.
I shall lead the troops over shortly.
Is there a mission at hand? The gray bear inquired.
To the southeast of your lair lies a rocky thicket and a bandit camp.
Are you familiar with these locations? Fungho asked.
The gray bear furrowed his brow in contemplation, then shook his head.
My lord, the bandit situation here is quite chaotic.
The original camps were eradicated by the forces of Lysa's city and the identities of the newly established factions remain unknown.
I have not heard of the rocky thicket either.
I shall arrange for scouts to investigate immediately.
There is no need for such complications.
Just prepare yourself.
I will bring my men over shortly, Fongo instructed, causing the sole fire in the skeletal gray sparrow's eyes to extinguish.
The gray bear rose, wiping the sweat that flowed down his sun-kissed skin.
He removed his loose short shirt and tightly wrapped his chest with a strip of cloth.
A smirk crept upon his lips.
It seemed someone was destined from his fortune, although she was unaware of the identity of the bandits at the camp.
Being in Fonghouse sights could only lead to dire consequences.
After dressing and dawning his armor, he stepped out of the room.
Chapter 321.
the stone statue of a human face.
At 10:00 a.
m.
, 10 bone dragons laden with skeletal soldiers descended upon the territory of the grizzly bear.
The grizzly led the core members of the camp forward to greet them, peering curiously at the back of the bone dragons.
Fong Hao and the lizard man were absent.
Upon the dragon's back stood Miss Anda alongside a skeletal hero wielding a black sword and shield.
"Miss and are you leading the team this time?" the grizzly bear inquired respectfully.
and Jia using one hand for support leapt down from the back of the bone dragon.
"Fong Hao is in command.
He simply hasn't arrived yet," she replied.
"Oh," the grizzly responded instinctively.
"How can one command without their presence?" Immediately after, and Jia opened her backpack, and a skeletal gray sparrow enveloped in blue soul fire took flight to perch upon her shoulder.
With a gaze directed at the grizzly, it spoke, "How are the preparations coming along?" The grizzly instantly comprehended the meaning behind the command.
My lord, everything is ready.
We can depart at any moment.
Outside the stronghold, torches, ropes, and carts have been prepared along with nearly a hundred subordinates, all set to go.
Fong Ho nodded in approval.
The grizzly's background as a mountain bandit ensured a commendable efficiency in his tasks.
After informing the grizzly of the location of the rocky forest, the two groups commenced their respective actions, the grizzly led his men ahead while Fongghao organized all the carts and tools to be carried by the bone dragon.
Once the tasks were allocated, the grizzly and his entourage marched forth from the stronghold, traversing the dense forest toward their target location.
Boss, have you ever been to the Lord's territory? I've heard it's splendid, far surpassing that of Plur City.
One of the younger bandits chattered as he walked.
The grizzly cast a glance at him.
Who told you that? I overheard Miss when Ni Sha speaking with the inkeeper.
She mentioned that the living conditions are excellent.
The environment is pleasant and there are hot springs for skin whitening among other things.
Everything is supposedly wonderful, the young bandit replied.
A few days prior.
The grizzly and his crew had escorted Winni Sha and her companions to Ley City.
Although they traveled together, there had been little interaction among them.
The grizzly and when Nai Shaw, apart from work necessities, remained largely within their own groups.
I have not been there, but it is inhabited by the undead.
How could the environment possibly be good? The grizzly expressed his skepticism.
What the boss says makes sense.
Being undead, how could the surroundings be pleasant? Another bandit chimed in.
What is wrong with the undead? It's not like you're going to sleep with them.
What does the environment matter? Indeed, can the living conditions of the undead compare to those of humans? Who told you the Lord resides with the undead? Humans dwell in cities while the undead inhabit caves? Is that not feasible? As the two continued their forward march, their words grew increasingly heated, nearing the point of confrontation.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow whizzed through the air, striking the ground at the grizzly's feet.
The arrow embedded itself in the earth, quivering.
Instantly, everyone halted, scattering to conceal themselves behind the towering trees.
Uncertain of who the esteemed leader ahead was, the gray bear leaned against a towering tree and called out loudly for assistance.
As he peered from behind the tree, his gaze fell upon three archers perched above while a group of men and horses lurked within the underbrush.
Ah, it's our leader, Gray Bear.
It seems even our own kin fail to recognize one another.
A boisterous laugh erupted and a man clad in iron armor and leather boots stepped forward.
His attire resembled that of a mountain bandit, an ensemble hap-hazardly cobbled together.
A few others, equally armed, trailed behind him.
"Who are you?" Gray Bear inquired with caution, remaining hidden.
"I am Momu," he declared.
"My village has been destroyed, and I have gathered a few brothers who have nowhere to turn.
" Momu spoke loudly, thumping his chest with pride.
Such was the nature of bandits.
When one was eradicated, another would emerge.
Today, a leader appeared and tomorrow another camp would rise.
As long as one could recruit a handful of followers, they dare to call themselves a leader.
Grey bear scrutinized Momu, but deemed him unworthy of concern.
Now that we are acquainted, I have urgent matters to attend to.
Killawa's passage, Momo.
She had no desire to prolong the encounter, as delays could lead to repercussions from Fongghao.
Ah, today is somewhat inconvenient, Momu replied with a booming voice.
Isn't that right, brothers? Indeed, came a synchronized shout from the bushes, revealing a force of over a hundred men.
Gray Bear's expression darkened.
Momo, we are merely passing through.