The Lord's cabin represented a significant structure within the territory, comprising a reception hall and three bedrooms.

However, at present, I was the sole inhabitant, occupying only the master bedroom.

Reclining on the bed, I idly flipped through the regional channels.

Finding no engaging news, I switched it off once more.

After some contemplation, I decided to invoke divine possession to inhabit the body of a skeletal giant bat.

Divine possession target skeletal giant bat compatibility 45.

The lower the compatibility, the more the body resisted, leading to a greater consumption of mental energy.

Conversely, a higher compatibility meant a more seamless operation of the body with less mental energy expended.

Fortunately, I merely wished to experience the sensation of flight and would not linger long.

Surveying my surroundings, I realized I was at top the warehouse roof.

I unfurled the bony wings and attempted to take flight.

While ascending was not particularly challenging, maintaining a steady flight and accurately navigating various obstacles proved more difficult.

After several attempts, I began to familiarize myself with the controls.

Guiding the giant bat through the architectural barriers felt akin to a VR simulation of flight.

With a powerful flap of its wings, I soared into the night sky, venturing beyond the confines of my territory.

The skeletal soldiers were diligently patrolling while laboring skeletons tended to the fields, awaiting the ripening of the potatoes.

As I flew, I took the opportunity to observe the surroundings shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly, a glimmer caught my peripheral vision.

Upon closer inspection, I discerned flickering flames amidst the distant trees.

Could it be that someone was present? A sense of unease stirred within me.

The presence of fire near the territory was hardly an auspicious sign.

Skeletons required no illumination, and the existence of flames implied the potential presence of others, or perhaps something else lingering within the forest.

With this thought, I altered my course towards the direction of a light.

Halfway through my flight, I noticed distinct tracks imprinted upon the ground.

A sudden realization struck me.

It was the pigheaded merchant caravan that had passed through my territory.

Heading in this very direction.

Had they not yet departed? Before long, my suspicion was confirmed.

In the dense woods, the pigheaded merchants gathered around a campfire, whispering amongst themselves, "Captain, do you think that fire will attract the attention of that fellow?" One of the pigheaded merchants inquired.

Captain Parker was fully armed.

Upon hearing his companion's words, he disdainfully remarked, "That fellow is not strong.

He lurks within his territory, too fearful to venture out.

Those lowly skeletons cannot discern the flames, so there's no need for concern.

He had observed Fong How and the skeleton soldiers quite meticulously.

The other ogres nodded in agreement, stuffing their mouths with the roasted food from the fire pit.

While eating, they inquired, "Captain, what should we do next? I have thoroughly examined the patrol routes of those skeletons.

We will avoid them, seize the valuable items, and finally set the rest ablaze, leaving not a single trace behind.

Parker explained softly, drawing a simple action plan in the dirt with a twig.

The ogres listened attentively, nodding in understanding.

Captain, won't that final fire attract their attention? Someone asked.

Stealing is one thing, but setting a fire afterwards seems a bit excessive.

The storage area is primarily made of wood.

That fire could burn for several days.

If the human territory lacks a protective barrier, it could be entirely consumed after so many of our brethren have perished.

Can we afford to let it go unpunished? We must teach that human a lesson.

Parker reprimanded quietly.

Ah, yes.

Yes, Captain.

We will heed your words," the ogre replied, retracting his neck in submission.

Parker glanced at the sky.

"All right, check your gear.

It is time to depart.

" He extinguished the fire and the ogres began preparing for the mission.

Fong Ho, perched on a branch, listened intently to their conversation before unfurling his wings and soaring back towards his territory.

Night fell heavily, the moon obscured by clouds, leaving only a few twinkling stars.

The ogres burst forth from the edge of the woods, their packs hastily approaching Fong.

How s domain.

After skillfully evading several patrols of skeletons, they successfully arrived at the storage site.

Quickly gather the valuable items, luminous stones, carpets, portraits.

Parker urged in a hush tone.

The other ogres, faces al light with excitement, knew these treasures would yield far greater profit than their pelts.

They rolled up their sleeves and began selecting what they could carry.

Just as they were engrossed in their task, a sudden yawn echoed from nearby.

The busy ogres froze, their expressions tense as they turned towards the source of the sound.

In the dim moonlight, they saw a man sitting not far away, quietly observing them.

It was none other than Fong How, the master of the territory.

Simultaneously, the seemingly lax skeleton patrols began to converge upon them, encircling all the ogres.

"What did you sit there?" Parker asked, his expression grave.

The ogres were uncertain whether Fong Hao had been there all along or had arrived recently.

"We arrived just after you," Fongha replied in a calm tone.

"Are you aware of our impending arrival?" The pig heads stood back to back, vigilantly, observing the encroaching skeletons.

"Perhaps it was something we only comprehended later.

This time we can see defeat.

Allow us to depart, and we shall return post haste to retrieve the funds for you.

" "What say you?" Parker spoke gravely.

The skeletal figures, armed with spears, formed a tightening circle.

Their weapons pointed menacingly at the group.

Do you think this is merely child's play? I granted you an opportunity, yet you mistook my magnanmity for folly.

Fonggho's voice grew colder still.

No, that is not.

Parker attempted to explain, but Fongo was unwilling to grant him any further chances.

He issued a direct command.

Eliminate them.

In an instant, the waiting skeletons surged forth.

Akin to a relentless tsunami, charging towards the pigheads.

Break through swiftly, Parker shouted simultaneously.

They collectively launched an assault towards one side.

Seeking a breach to escape the encirclement.

In that moment, the sounds of battle and cries echoed through the night sky.

Chapter 34.

Troubles resolved.

The fierce battle raged for 20 minutes.

Parker leading two injured pigheaded warriors broke through the encirclement of skeletons and fled towards the forest.

If they could reach the woods and utilize the dense underbrush, their chances of survival would significantly increase.

Thinking of escaping, Fongo scoffed, rising to his feet and raising his left hand.

A blazing fireball materialized out of thin air and hurdled towards Parker's direction.

Covered in blood, Parker ran without looking back.

Suddenly, a wave of intense heat surged from behind, forcing him to glance over his shoulder.

Upon realizing it was a magical fireball, his face palded with renewed terror.

Boom! Before Parker could react, the fireball struck him, sending his body flying, "Captain!" The other two fleeing pigheaded warriors cried out.