Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, and soon their pleas for mercy were silenced as their heads were severed by the axe, rolling away with a dull thud.
Beads of sweat began to form densely on the leader's forehead, trickling into his eyes and causing an uncomfortable sting that was close had the scapegoat been taken seriously.
His own head would have surely meant the same fate.
After swallowing hard, he hastily said, "My lord of the undead, what commands do you have? I shall obey with utmost diligence.
I promise.
As he spoke, large droplets of sweat continued to fall.
Fongo cast a cold glance at him and instructed, "Bind him.
Take him away shortly.
" With that, he entered the stone hut behind him to see if there were any spoils to be had.
The hut resembled a tier four lordes wooden cabin.
Inside the hall lay a collection of looted items, including fabric and some war coins.
This camp appeared to be populated but not affluent.
Quite the contrary, it was rather impoverished.
Move everything outside, Fongghao ordered.
The skeletal trolls began to act, bending down to carry various items out.
This time, accompanied by a bone dragon and a full contingent of skeletal trolls.
They would select only those items of utility or value to bring back to their territory.
In the bandit leader master bedroom, Fongo discovered a golden treasure chest.
Upon opening it, rewards materialized.
Acquired faceless dweller cabin blueprint, city wall blueprint, iron sword crafting blueprint, five soul crystals, 72 war coins.
It was done.
Repeated blueprints began to appear.
The only one missing was the faceless dweller cabin blueprint.
Faceless dweller cabin, purple, 550 sturdy wood, 300 stone bricks, 220 iron, 80 metal parts.
Two traces of chaos, two traces of divinity.
description.
We are everywhere.
We know everything.
It was yet another purple blueprint.
It seems the chest's quality reaches golden status.
Elevated by the faceless dweller cabin.
Aside from the faceless dweller cabin, the city wall and iron sword blueprints had long been obtained.
He would later check the channel to see who still had not sold them.
In a corner of the camp, several humans remained suspended from wooden stakes, resembling spectators who had purchased tickets to witness an epic spectacle unfolding not far away.
This experience was far more thrilling than being in a cinema.
As they were immersed in the very heart of the action.
Upon witnessing the specters decree the immediate execution of several mountain bandit leaders, a sense of vindication surged within.
As for the fate of the remaining chief, they harbored no concerns.
Having slaughtered countless souls, how could the undead spare a single leader? As the phantoms dispersed to scavenge the camp's belongings, the captives began to contemplate their escape.
They exchanged furtive glances, communicating through subtle gestures their desire for freedom.
Just as they exerted effort to sway themselves, an orish maiden approached, accompanied by towering skeletons.
Instantly, they contorted their bodies in a pretense of death, their ropes still swaying.
"Release them," commanded Anja.
The skeletal giant brandished a pickaxe, severing the ropes that bound them with a decisive blow.
Thuds echoed as they hit the ground.
Muffled groans escaping the lips of the fakers.
Anjar removed the claw from the mouth of a man clad in athletic wear, instructing, "Come with me.
" The man remained sprawled on the ground, figning lifelessness.
With a swift kick, Anja sent him flying 2 m away as if struck by a hammer to the chest, eliciting a pained whale.
"Do not waste my time," Ana stated coldly.
"Why, yes, yes.
" The others, recognizing the gravity of the situation, promptly rose, adopting a demeanor of obedience.
Anja let out a derisive snort, leading them before Fong Hao.
"How are you captured by the bandits?" Fonggha's horse voice inquired directly of the athletic man.
Clad in a blue tracksuit, his sun-kissed skin bore testament to the harsh rays, and he wore a pair of glasses, one lens missing, leaving only a warped frame.
Faced with the skeletal interrogation, the man trembled, his legs involuntarily shaking as he stammered.
"My lord, my village lies nearby.
We were attacked by these bandits and captured here.
" After a moment of contemplation, he fell to his knees, proclaiming, "Thank you, esteemed lords, for saving us.
" Upon my return, I shall surely erect a tablet in your honor.
Offering incense day and night.
Chapter 168.
A shout for them fong gaze at the man before him, uncertain whether to deem him clever or foolish.
In this alternate realm, the undead did not adhere to the customary practice of memorial tablets.
Enough of that.
With such energy spent on pleading for mercy, he ought to focus on his future development.
Fongghao cast a quick glance at the broken bed and dilapidated cabinet that could not be taken away and said, "Once I'd depart, all of this will belong to you.
Take whatever you find useful.
" "Huh? Ah," the man instinctively replied, though he seemed bewildered.
"What was the situation? Leaving these things to himself? Were the undead truly this benevolent, extending kindness and benefits to humanity? You want to find them useful? Of course, I will.
I will.
Thank you, Lord Skeleton.
No, I mean, Lord Undead, the man hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
Very well, just wait over there, Fongo instructed.
The subsequent proceedings were rather straightforward.
The skeletal ogre secured the fabrics, treasure chests, and some jewels onto the dragon sack.
Meanwhile, the corpses of several tier four and five mountain bandits were piled together, and with a single deathly breath from a bone dragon, they were reduced to a mount of bones wrapped in animal hides.
A large bundle was also affixed to the back of the bone dragon sore saddle.
The entire operation left the bespectled man in a state of astonishment.
With everything prepared, Fongo remounted the bone dragon and instructed the man below, "Do not disclose any information about the undead.
Otherwise, I may pay a visit to your territory tomorrow.
" "Uh, yes, yes, yes.
My memory has been quite poor lately.
I know nothing of the undead," the man rubbed his temple.
"Make sure to bury the bodies here to prevent any outbreaks of disease.
" "Understood, my lord.
I will handle it.
" "Good.
" Fong Ha responded with a nod, lightly patting the bone dragon sneck.
The immense wings unfurled, and with all the skeletal remains, they soared away, leaving the man and his villagers collapsing weakly to the ground.
Their hearts, once heavy with dread, finally felt the relief of safety.
At noon, the bone dragon returned with its entourage to the camp.
The battle, from start to finish, had taken merely a morning.
Fonghao instructed the skeletal ogre to categorize the spoils into designated areas while the remains of the tier four and five bandits were cast into the transformation pool and Jiao leaped down from the dragon s back and dragged off the dizzy mountain bandit leader who had been hanging limply behind.
What shall we do with him? And Jia couldn't te comprehend why they would bring back one when the rest had been slain.
First confine him.
After lunch we shall pay a visit to Purel City.
Fonhow replied, "Oh, very well.
" And Jia, still grasping the constantly pleading bandit, headed towards the former holding area for the wolfmen, where an iron cage awaited, guarded by skeletons.
Funhao proceeded directly to the military zone, intending to construct a faceless cabin in an open area.