" Kudwa's description was plausible given the goblins dimminionive size.

What else did Kudwa say? Kent inquired, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair.

He spoke of your greatness as a father and a warrior, asserting that you would avenge him.

The goblin continued loudly.

Kent exhaled heavily.

Very well.

Tell me about the undead village.

The goblin eagerly recounted the discovery of the village and a human lord who commanded the undead forces.

Are you telling me that a human can control an army of the undead? Kent questioned incredulously.

Yes, everyone witnessed it.

The Lord was indeed human, the goblin affirmed.

Summon someone, Kent commanded, and an orc promptly entered.

Mark the location of the undead village.

I will arrange for scouts to investigate, Kent instructed.

Of course, the goblin replied, quickly sketching a rudimentary map.

The orc's soldier took the map and departed.

Kent pondered for a moment before continuing.

You still have some value.

I shall spare your life.

But know that Kadwa and 2,000 warriors lost theirs because of your information.

The goblin's heart sank at this revelation.

Ken added, "Bring him out for punishment.

" Orc soldiers immediately entered and dragged the goblin away.

"Lord Kent, I am still of use.

I know that village well.

I can be of assistance.

" The goblin cried in alarm.

That statement held some merit.

Kent instructed the departing soldiers, "Do not let him die.

" Before long, the sounds of cracking whips and the goblins anguished cries echoed from outside.

Meanwhile, the pigheaded Bolton indeed served as a guide.

Leading the caravan, they discovered a more accessible route, deafly avoiding several large bee strongholds.

It became evident that mere possession of the man market map was insufficient.

One must also discern the optimal path to reach this destination.

Fong how reclined upon the card, employing divine intervention to inhabit the form of a skeletal giant bat, soaring skyward to survey the land below.

Ahead, the silhouette of a city gradually emerged.

The comingings and goings of caravans signified the proximity of Mana market.

As he guided the bat to a light on the cart, Fongghow returned to his true form and opened his eyes.

Bolton, we must be nearing our destination.

He called out.

Bolton, situated in the lead cart while Fongo occupied the third, needed to raise his voice to be heard.

Bolton turned his sizable head back, responding, "Indeed, my lord, it lies just ahead.

It seems your army may not gain entry into the city.

Such a vast undead army would likely incite panic.

Not only would entry be denied, but even approaching could provoke chaos.

Should tensions escalate into conflict, it would be exceedingly difficult to quell.

Is the prohibition against fighting and plundering in manm applicable to humans as well? Fungho inquired further.

It applies universally.

Yet it has been many years since a human caravan has graced mana market.

Your presence may attract some attention, Bolton remarked.

Fong Ho nodded, declaring, "In that case, I shall have the army in camp nearby while you escort me inside.

" Very well, Bolton agreed, having anticipated this matter.

Within Mana Market, the edict against conflict was strictly observed by every orc.

Additionally, Fongo possessed means of self-preservation, holding a teleportation scroll to escape should danger arise.

With a considerable distance yet to cover before reaching Mana Market, the caravan halted, and the skeletons began to set up camp, establishing rudimentary defenses.

The five carts were tethered together while Bolton and Fong how continued their journey towards a market.

After 20 minutes, they arrived at the foot of Manom City.

The walls were not particularly tall, appearing gray white with weeds sprouting from the crevices.

Two Minotaur guards stood at the entrance, inspecting the incoming and outgoing vehicles.

This territory was governed by the Minotaur tribe, led by a fifth tier hero named Towok, instilling a sense of caution among potential troublemakers.

Bolton whispered an introduction, emphasizing the stark difference between heroes and ordinary soldiers.

Heroes being far more potent, possessed numerous talents and abilities, often serving as leaders or key figures within their factions.

Bolton's remarks were not merely informative.

They serve as a subtle warning against provoking conflict in this area.

Engaging a fifth tier hero was decidedly unwise.

Fong Ho nodded in acknowledgement of this caution.

As the caravan approached the city gates, the minotaur guards muscles bared and wielding battle axes strode forward.

Bolton here to sell goods, I presume.

One of the guards greeted.

Bolton smiled and gestured towards Fongo, stating, "This time I am merely assisting a friend.

He brings both goods and sincerity.

Two minotaurs directed their attention towards Fong Ha.

Upon realizing he was a young human, their large boine eyes widened in astonishment.

A human? It has been ages since one last visited Manom.

The guard murmured softly.

"Indeed, otherwise I wouldn't need to lead the way," Bolton chuckled awkwardly beside him.

The minur guard, having presumably inspected the cargo, refrained from saying much further.

He tossed a wooden sign towards them instructing, "Teach him some manners.

Do not cause trouble in the city.

" "Certainly," Bolton promptly replied.

Upon entering the city, the convoy made its way directly to the trading market.

The sudden appearance of a human in the town drew the attention of numerous orcs.

Many trailed behind the convoy, eager to discover what this human would offer for sale.

By the time they arrived at the market and exchanged the wooden sign for a stall, a considerable number of orcs had gathered behind the cart.

As the oil cloth covering the cart was lifted, a collection of iron swords was revealed.

Come take a look.

Weapons from a human race available for purchase or can be exchanged with blueprints or special materials.

Come and see, Bolton shouted, promoting his wares loudly.

Chapter 37.

The bunny girl Bolton called out loudly, instantly attracting the attention of nearby orcs who cast curious glances in his direction.

When did your tribe start teaming up with the human race? An orc bellowed from the crowd.

Bolton, unfazed, replied, "I am assisting a friend in selling some supplies.

They are excellent weapons.

Anyone in need is welcome to come and take a look.

" The orcs, seasoned in warfare and plunder, spent most of their time engaged in battle or seeking it out.

Consequently, the demand for weaponry was perpetually high.

How much do they cost? One orc step forward, brandishing an iron sword and swinging it a few times.

One battle coin each, where you can trade with blueprints and special materials.

We can negotiate.

Bolton continued to shout, "These are merely ordinary items.