Yet in this world, such efforts prove insufficient.

Only by gradually accumulating all advantages can one thrive more effectively and securely.

Thus he found himself intrigued by the potion of magical inspiration which promised to significantly enhance his prowess.

While lost in thought, both Iel and Nelson approached in succession.

My lord, you summoned me.

Nelson spoke softly without indulging in pleasantries.

Fong how directly handed him the potion, inquiring, can you determine if this is still consumable? Is it expired? As an immortal undead, Nelson was well acquainted with such potions.

Upon receiving it, he instantly recognized its nature.

"My lord, this is an elixir crafted by an alchemist.

It is indeed safe for consumption," Nelson assured, returning the potion.

"Any potion is effective solely for the living, for the undead.

It merely cleanses the bones internally.

" "Is it truly not expired?" Fongo questioned, still harboring some doubts.

"Expired? Do you mean it has become contaminated?" Nelson seemed puzzled by this term.

Although the vial had been wiped clean of dirt, faint dark scratches remained on the glass.

Ah, I mean, does it still retain its efficacy? Consuming it one tea induce illness.

Will it? Fong Hao pondered, attempting to clarify his concern regarding expiration.

Rest assured, it will not, Nelson replied with unwavering confidence.

With Nelson's assurance, Fongo hesitated no longer.

He unccorked the potion, inhaled its scent, and promptly consumed it in one swift motion.

Gulp.

A rather unpleasant taste reminiscent of foot odor assailed him.

Almost immediately, a warmth radiated from his stomach, swiftly enveloping his entire being.

Fong how sensed a change within himself, yet he could not pinpoint its nature.

Your magical and mental faculties have been enhanced, granting you a deeper comprehension of the elements.

Indeed, it was a success.

Aside from the initial warmth, he experienced no further abnormalities.

When he retrieved the skill scroll, a prompt appeared before him.

Would you like to learn the skill, elemental guardian? Learn.

The scroll transformed into a beam of light penetrating his being.

Eager to experiment with his newfound skill, Fongghow summoned forth an energy.

And in the next instant, two humanoid wooden elemental spirits materialized before him.

Wood elemental tier three type spirit.

Racial traits: Affinity for wood elementals, ethereal body.

Skills: Entangle, revitalize, innate abilities.

Intermediate elemental mastery, basic combat proficiency.

Wood elemental affinity reduces damage from wood elemental magic by 50.

Grant immunity to negative wood-based spells and increases damage dealt to opposing elemental types by 50.

Ethereal body, a magical construct immune to poison, mental afflictions, resurrection, and similar states, possessing a limited duration.

entangle vines sprout beneath the enemy's feet, restraining their movements.

Revitalize restores life.

In a revitalized state, the spirit cannot move, attack, or perform any actions.

The description speaks of one of the most common guardians summoned by the summoner, a spirit that can be trusted implicitly, never to betray.

The wooden spirit possesses a towering stature resembling a humanoid form.

Yet its body is intricately entwined with wood and adorned with vibrant green shoots of foliage.

"Wow, master is truly remarkable.

" "Did you summon this?" exclaimed Yur.

Her voice tinged with exaggerated awe.

In the presence of the wooden spirit, the usually timid Yur exhibited no fear as she gasped in astonishment.

"Be modest, be modest," Fonho urged hastily.

Mastering a new skill is always a boon, and he felt a sense of satisfaction despite the considerable number of troops at his command.

Oh, Yur obediently closed her mouth as Fong Halo pointed toward a wooden bench ahead when the wooden spirits stepped forward, its arm unfurling into writhing vines that swiftly coiled around the bench, lifting it with ease.

Goodness, wow.

Both Fong Ho and Yur were taken back.

The bench was no lightweight.

Typically, it would require the combined strength of four skeletons to move.

Yet now, a single wooden spirit lifted it effortlessly, showcasing an impressive display of strength.

Now, let's see if you can lift this.

Fongo directed toward another heavy object.

Chapter 56.

The heroes remains Fongo had already tested the powers and several skills of the wooden spirit.

As the 30 minute summoning limit approached, the spirit dissipated into thin air.

Overall, Fong Ho found the wooden spirit to be satisfactory.

Its strength and abilities were remarkably formidable.

The only drawback was the limitation of summoning only two at a time, which did not instill the same confidence as a skeletal army.

In crucial battles, he still relied on the skeletal legion, using the wooden spirits as support or for self-defense.

Before he realized it, Noon had arrived.

H prepared lunch.

Sitting at the table, Fong Ho exchanged a few words with her before habitually opening the chat channel of the Lord's book.

This had become a habitual pastime for him, allowing him to pass the time while also staying informed about the developments and news of others.

Today, I assisted soldiers in clearing a cave, wielding my machete once more, which evoked memories of the fierce battles fought in Copper Bay.

Keep boasting upstairs, and I won't sell you any materials.

My apologies.

Rather than engaging in direct confrontation, I feel that setting traps is a more prudent strategy, significantly reducing the risks of face-to-face encounters.

A skilled hunter seeks advice on trap setting methods.

I find hunting quite taxing.

What should one do to set traps effectively? I am selling simple traps, exchanging blueprints, and rare resources.

Really, now advertising for oneself.

How infuriating.

I almost took notes only to find it was a sales pitch for traps.

I've discovered that dual daggers are incredibly effective.

They are nimble and lethal with a single strike.

The legendary two dagger flow.

How ridiculous.

An increasing number of individuals had adapted to this world.

Those who could not adjust or were weak had perished in the trials of the seventh day, vanishing from this realm forever.

Those who survived possessed abilities and opportunities.

More and more lords ventured beyond their territories, engaging in hunting and combat.

Conversations shifted from a necessity of food to discussions of hunting and battle.

After lunch, Fongo continued to lead his team in exploring the surrounding maps, returning to the territory only at dusk.

As he stepped into his domain, still in the state of divinity, he noticed Nelson approaching.

My lord, yes, what is it, Nelson? Fongo dismounted and inquired softly.

At this moment, he still appeared as a skeletal cavalryman and had never mentioned his divine state to Nelson.

Nonetheless, Nelson recognized him instantly.

"My lord, I discovered the remains of an orc hero at the skeletal transformation site.

I believe converting it directly into a soldier might be somewhat wasteful," Nelson stated directly.

During the last or conflict, over 30,000 orcs have been slain.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting and fully utilizing all resources, Fong Hao ordered that all corpses be thrown into the skeletal transformation site for conversion, among which was the body of the orc hero, Kent.

There are merely over 30,000 corpses, and the conversion process requires meticulous transformation of each one, extending over hundreds of hours.

I am aware of this orc's remains.