Soon, the bustling goblin camp came into view from afar.

Crouched down, everyone crouched down.

Fong Ha half squatted, urging the bushes to conceal them.

The skeletons mimicked his action, crouching low to obscure their forms.

This was not a ploy for ambush, but rather a means of minimizing the distance for their advance as they lacked ranged units, thereby reducing potential casualties during the assault.

Funha led the skeleton army in swift approach despite their cautious movements.

The rustling of the expansive bushes and grass produced considerable noise, instantly drawing the attention of nearby lumbering goblins.

With wide eyes, they curiously peered towards Fong Ha and his cohort's position.

Advance and seize the camp, commanded Fong Ho with a clamor.

The skeletons received their orders and surged forth from the underbrush, charging towards the encampment.

A horn blared from within the null camp, signaling their awareness of the skeletal army's assault.

As the village gates began to close slowly, despite the desperate cries of the nles left behind, the gates remained steadfastly shut, ultimately succumbing to the relentless onslaught of the rushing skeletons, who reduced them to mere pulp with their chaotic strikes.

In response to the impending threat, the camp swiftly organized its defenses.

The null throwers ascended the wooden barricades, wielding slingshots with great vigor.

The force of their projectiles was considerable.

While they could mitigate some damage against wooden shields and leather armor, the blows against the skeletal laborers caused cracks to appear in their bony frames and in more severe cases resulted in complete shattering.

From a distance, Fongo observed with a sense of resentment towards his own troops, lamenting their lack of ranged weaponry.

Fortunately, they still maintained a significant numerical advantage as the skeletal horde had reached the base of the walls.

Like a precarious tower, they climbed upon one another's forms, successfully scaling the 3meter high wooden fortifications.

This scene evoked memories of a film he had once watched, reminiscent of a moment from World War Z.

Strikingly similar in its depiction of chaos.

Chapter 9.

A bountiful return the goblins are not a formidable race.

Historically, their victories stemmed from numerical superiority and rudimentary tactics.

Their combat style is rather simplistic.

However, today they found themselves at a disadvantage against a far greater army of the undead.

The skeletons, employing a stacking technique, surged onto the ramparts, and the village gate crumbled under their relentless assault.

The skeletal horde poured into the camp like a torrent unleashed, plunging both sides into a fierce melee.

Within the goblin encampment, the troops exhibited no semblance of coordination, each engaged in slaying their immediate foes.

Soon, under the unyielding onslaught of the skeletons, the goblins were completely overwhelmed.

As silence returned to the battlefield, the skeletons stood motionless, awaiting further orders.

It was then that Fongo approached from the distance.

Surveying the chaotic scene, he commanded, "Clear the battlefield and gather all equipment and resources.

" The one still skeletons sprang into action, collecting the fallen gear.

Ordinarily, one would expect a boss to be present in the camp, perhaps a village chief or tribal leader.

Yet, with the enemy reduced to mere remnants, distinguishing leaders from their subordinates had become a challenge.

Before death, all beings are equal, as the skeletons busied themselves with the cleanup.

Fong how led a dozen skeletal soldiers into the largest wooden structure in the tribe.

This was likely the chief's chamber, or perhaps a council hall.

The decor exuded a wild and untamed essence.

Let us take this bare skin rug with us.

Move the tables and chairs outside for collection later.

Fongo directed within the hall.

The skeletons began their task, transporting everything outdoors for future packing.

The territory was impoverished.

The only furniture being a heap of straw, the makeshift sleeping arrangement.

At the back of the hall lay another room.

Upon entering, Funha was greeted by a grand bed adorned with a fur blanket.

In the corner of the bedroom sat a chest glimmering with a metallic sheen.

"Yes!" Funga exclaimed, clenching his fist.

He now had a proper bed.

He cared little that it had once belonged to a goblin.

Given his current circumstances, he could not afford to be choosy.

A thorough washing of the fur blanket upon his return would suffice.

Ultimately, he was relieved to no longer have to sleep on a straw pile.

Turning his gaze to the chest, he noted its superior craftsmanship compared to the previous wooden ones, suggesting more substantial rewards within.

As the skeletons cautiously maneuvered the wooden bed outside, Fongghao approached the chest, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, invoking the favor of fortune before opening it.

acquired blueprint for market building, blueprint for car construction, blueprint for iron axe creation, 20 battle coins.

Abundant, as bountiful as he had hoped.

He had previously opened two wooden chests, which yielded only two mundane items.

The black iron treasure chest yielded three practical blueprints along with a bounty of 20 battle coins, indicating the affluence of this encampment.

After acquiring the equipment, Fongghao exited the structure.

In the central clearing of the camp, the collected supplies had amassed into a small hill.

Without pausing, he proceeded to the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, various materials were neatly stacked.

Timber, stone, meat, hides, and an assortment of weapons and tools.

He directed the transport of these resources while continuing to scavenge for more supplies.

Apart from the chief's living quarters, the rooms of the ordinary cobalts were quite rudimentary.

It would be a misnomer to refer to them as houses.

They were better described as shanties or makeshift dwellings.

After a thorough search, he found little worth salvaging.

Returning to the clearing, Fongghao began to tally the resources.

Resource inventory: 122 writhing vertebrae.

Five, 520 units of timber.

Three, 220 units of stone.

47 units of iron.

Three, 225 units of meat.

144 units of hides, and 20 battle coins.

Equipment inventory: 120 iron daggers, 72 single-edged knives, 45 battle axes, and 12 flatbed carts.

furniture.

One large iron pot, one solid wood table, six chairs, one double bed, one bare skin rug, one set of high bedding, and 12 wooden ladders.

Blueprints: Market construction blueprint, cart manufacturing blueprint, iron axe manufacturing blueprint.

As Fong Ho counted, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Indeed, plundering proved to be the swiftest route to advancement.

The spoils from conquering this encampment would sustain his development for quite some time.

Of course, his own casualties were not insignificant, having lost at least a third of his troops.

However, this was not a major concern.

Labor skeletons could be summoned at no cost, albeit with a cool down period.

As for the skeleton soldiers, with 122 writhing vertebrae acquired, he could, if he wished, recruit up to 10,000 soldiers through a 100fold amplification.

No matter how it was calculated, he was not at a loss.

Now it was time to load the carts.

Having obtained 12 flatbed carts, he found them quite suitable for transporting these goods, making the task more convenient.

Yet, he had underestimated the volume of the supplies.

The 12 carts were insufficient to carry everything.

Therefore, he opened the crafting menu to begin producing more carts.

After all, they would be useful in the future, so it was better to construct them now.

flatbed cart, 22 timber, eight hemp rope.

Fortunately, these were all basic materials readily available.

Construction commenced.

100fold amplification triggered.