He called over a diligent laboring skeleton, stating, "You will be responsible for tilling the land.
First plant these potatoes.
" The laboring skeleton set down its iron axe, took up the hoe and the potatoes, and mechanically walked towards the outskirts of the village.
Fongghao followed closely, feeling somewhat anxious.
To be honest, having previously lived in the city, he was not well-versed in agriculture.
He only knew to dig a hole, bury some soil, water it, and then wait.
Farming was certainly not that simple.
If the skeleton was inept, he too would find himself in a predicament.
Possessing land and tools, but failing to cultivate anything would be quite humorous.
However, reality proved Fong how s worries unfounded.
The skeleton arrived at the enchanted field, skillfully turning over the soil and planting the potato pieces with deaf movements.
The actions were executed with expertise.
Concurrently, a faint glow emanated from the planted spots, indicating a countdown.
Time until maturity, 6 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes.
Remarkable, this enchanted field is extraordinary.
It will yield crops in just 7 days.
This implies that in a mere week, he could feast upon potatoes.
Shortly thereafter, someone contacted Fong How privately, offering garlic and chili seeds for sale.
The quantities were modest, and after the exchange, he entrusted the farmer skeleton with the planting.
After a flurry of activity, he strolled around his territory performing sit-ups.
His needs for sustenance and hydration were met, and his development was progressing significantly faster than others.
The next challenge would be longevity.
He must not allow the flourishing of his domain to be undermined by his own physical decline.
Thus, regular exercise was indispensable.
Just as he commenced his third set of sit-ups, two skeletons approached him, raising a wild boar carcass aloft.
With a thud, they unceremoniously dropped it beside him, sending a cloud of dust swirling.
As Fongo performed push-ups, he found himself covered in dirt and grime.
"How absurd! Can't you see there's no one here?" Fong Ho exclaimed vehemently.
The skeletons paid him no heed and continued on their way.
However, Fong Ha's attention was drawn to the carcass of a wild boar.
The creature bore multiple fatal wounds, and its tail was tied with a smooth piece of hide.
Inscribed upon it were the words, "Brother, I am the Lord in your vicinity.
Come out and converse.
Let's assist one another.
I await you in front of the Eastern Woods.
" The characters were in Chinese.
Indicating that the cinder was genuinely skilled in the language rather than merely imitating it.
It seemed that another lord from the area had discovered his territory and fearing an attack from the skeletons chose to convey this message in such a manner.
As he gazed at the dimming sky, a multitude of questions swirled in his mind.
Logically, territories are separated by considerable distance, one that ought not to be too close.
Otherwise, the other party would not have only just realized the existence of his domain.
On the fourth day, the sun had begun to set, and he had just finished his meal and exercise, preparing for rest.
Yet at this hour, the other party sought a meeting.
Even if he acquiesced to the rendevu, how would the other return? The night was far more perilous than the day.
It was evident that the other party had accommodations nearby, to the east, and in proximity to his own territory.
Unconsciously, Fongo's thoughts drifted to the cobalt camp.
Chapter 18.
A conversation unfolds, continuing to examine the carcass of the wild boar, one can observe certain details prior to the slaughter.
Once the beast is butchered, the flesh and materials will decompose naturally, rendering the inedible portions non-existent.
The wounds are deep, indicating great strength was employed in bringing down the wild boar.
Currently, the human lord lacks such power.
It must have been executed by his subordinates.
Amidst the jagged tusks of the boar, a strand of crimson hair was discovered.
This hair is coarser than that of a human and bears resemblance to the creature's fur.
Could belong to a member of a special faction or possess unique troops.
Fong how furrowed his brow, murmuring to himself.
Yet a shadow of unease loomed over him.
He sensed that the intentions of the other party were far from simple, not merely a matter of mutual assistance.
As night descended upon the eastern woods, the flicker of a torch illuminated the surroundings.
Hong held the torch, awaiting the arrival of the distant territories lord.
"He was not alone in the forest.
Concealed within the nearby thicket were over 2,000 beastmen warriors.
" "HZhang Hong, "It appears your plan has faltered," remarked the Orcido.
Hong had devised a strategy to lure the lord, protected by a barrier, into the open for an ambush.
The lowly skeletons were incapable of communication.
They had hunted a wild boar and instructed Hong to write a letter of invitation which was delivered to the opposing lord.
Arranging a meeting at this very spot.
However, as darkness enveloped the land, the lord had yet to appear.
Let us wait a little longer.
He should arrive soon.
Jang Hong insisted, clinging to hope.
Should his plan fail, Keo s temperament would surely lead to his punishment.
Even the simplest of orish whips would be more than he could endure.
As the two conversed, a group suddenly emerged from the distant territory.
The moonlight cast a silvery glow, revealing their silhouettes.
They're coming.
You must hide.
Keo noticed the approaching figures as well and gestured for all the beastmen to conceal themselves.
Once the enemy was slain, the barrier would dissipate.
Soon, underhang Hong S watchful gaze, a figure cloaked in garments approached, flanked by two skeletal warriors clad in leather, wielding sword and shield.
Hong s eyes eyes narrowed in astonishment at the sight of the iron swords mingled with a sense of greed.
"Brother, you have finally arrived," he greeted warmly.
Fonghao scrutinized Hong and replied in a grally voice, "hm, what shall I call you?" Hong and you, brother? Dwang Hong stepped forward to meet him.
Who I am matters little.
Where are your hidden men? They may come forth now.
Fong House stated bluntly, initially harboring some uncertainty.
The sight of Hong standing alone confirmed his suspicions of ill intent.
Who would dare to stand alone in such place? Even Fongo would hesitate to stand here at night solely to await an individual.
What do you mean by that? Stop pretending.
I'm already here.
What more is there to act out? Fonhow continued.
Just then, a sharp sound sliced through the air.
A glimmering blade emerged from the thicket nearby.
Crack! Bang! A crisp noise echoed as an iron dagger pierced through Fong's body, embedding itself into the tree behind him, simultaneously, a horde of orcs surged forth, mercilessly slaughtering the two remaining skeletal soldiers.
A clever fool, deducing an ambush, yet still daring to approach.
Cleo emerged from the bushes with a cold smirk.
The goblin chieftain, eager to please, retrieved the dagger lodged in the tree and respectfully handed it to Cleo, not forgetting to flatter him.
Lord Cleo is indeed formidable.
Dispatching him with a single strike.
Enough of your pratt.