"I adore this one.
It shall be mine henceforth.
" And Ja fondled the horse, contemplating a name befitting its grandeur.
Let us call it Skull Crusher.
No, that is far too disrespectful.
Fonggho interjected hastily.
Skull Crusher was slain by me.
Nelson is currently crafting it.
In a few days, it will join the territory in the guise of a skeletal hero.
What does it signify to name your horse Skull Crusher? When you call out that name, are you summoning the hero or the steed? It lacks respect.
Then how about Fireblade? Are those the only two terms you can conjure? Do refrain from offending our allies.
Just look, I'll think of a lovely name for you that he want here.
And Jia continued to stroke the purple-called horse before her.
The horse snorted, its large eyes glaring at Fong Hao.
These horses are rather intelligent.
Fongghao mused as he examined the attributes of the purple-caled horse.
Swift purple-caled horse.
Tears six.
Faction.
None.
Racial traits.
Sensient exceptional endurance.
Uninterrupted marching skills.
Evasion.
Purple lightning.
Iron Hoof.
Inherent ability.
Advanced speed mastery.
Exceptional endurance.
Passive.
This unit possesses exceptional endurance enabling it to sustain running for extended periods.
Uninterrupted marching passive.
This unit is immune to any form of deceleration effects.
Evasion passive.
Under high-speed movement, ranged evasion is increased by 20.
Purple lightning passive.
enters a state of high-speed movement, increasing running speed by 50.
Our hoof active front and rear hose possess an attack power of 10.
Description: The Swift purple scaled horse boast speed and endurance beyond that of ordinary speeds.
When they gallop with full force, they move like a streak of light.
The attributes of the swift purple scaled horse are indeed impressive.
Both speed and endurance have been enhanced, and its appearance is strikingly handsome, radiating beauty.
It is several tiers superior to the first tier horses that one typically raises in future endeavors.
Whether in combat or trade, these steeds will prove invaluable.
All right, and enough of the play.
Aren't you hungry? Let us take them back.
Fongghao called out loudly.
Okay.
The skeletal dragon departed first while Fong Hao and Inja returned to the fortress accompanied by 505 swift purple scale horses.
By the time all matters were concluded and the trio made their way back to the main city, twilight had enveloped the sky.
In the bloodclan castle on the Huiwa Heights, the Red Duke, clad in a black formal attire and with crimson eyes gleaming ominously, sat upon the throne in the center of the Grand Hall.
Beside him on a side table rested a goblet filled with freshly drawn blood recently extracted from the blood furnace.
Have the scouts brought any news? It has been several days and not a whisper has reached us.
The Red Duke's voice was frigid, laced with dissatisfaction and reproach.
The assembly of Blood Clan members below swallowed hard.
One of them stammered, "My lord Duke, the designated half-bloods set out 5 days ago.
Yet no word has returned.
By all accounts, they should have been back by now.
" The half-bloods were known to have a certain dependency outside the Bloodclan territories.
survival proved exceedingly difficult for them.
These scouts, even if they had gleaned no information, would invariably return at the appointed time to report.
Yet now, not only was there silence, but none had returned at all.
"How many did you send?" inquired the Red Duke.
"Five, five individuals," came the trembling response.
"H not a single one of the five return alive, and yet you seem to carry on so leisurely.
" The Red Duke's demeanor darkened instantaneously.
Chapter 241.
The Blood Clan Scheme.
It has been half a month since the incident involving Giovani.
From the initial disappearance to the posting of missing person notices.
Only in the past few days did we receive some information from the Faceless Ones about five scouts were dispatched to investigate the territory of the undead.
However, days have passed without any intelligence or return of the scouts.
The patience of the Red Duke is nearly exhausted.
My lord, there must have been some mistake in this matter.
I shall immediately send more personnel to gather information.
The BloodClan member responsible for intelligence became flustered.
Oof.
You ought to reflect upon your shortcomings, the Red Duke retorted coldly, addressing the doorway.
Bring him to the dungeon for a thorough contemplation.
My lord, bring me another chance.
I assure you there will be no mistakes this time, pleaded the blood clan member, desperation, lacing his voice.
At that moment, two blood servants entered.
With a silver hook in hand, they pierce through his clavicle, dragging him towards the dungeon.
The dungeon is where offenders of the blood clan are imprisoned.
The silver hooks prevent the wounds from healing, and he will be subjected to unrelenting agony and incessant bleeding until the Red Duke recalls that such a person remains confined within the dungeon.
The echoes of the Blood Clan's whales gradually faded, plunging the hall into an oppressive silence.
Only the metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, causing the remaining Blood Clan members to swallow nervously, their eyes glimmering with a crimson glow.
Speak up.
What are next steps? Surely you're not all as inept as he.
The Red Duke's gaze swept over the assembly once more.
The Blood Clan, being a race of inherent caution, knows that any misstep could attract the attention of surrounding living forces.
Thus, he requires intelligence.
He needs to ascertain the number of resources necessary to eradicate this undead menace and retrieve the tome belonging to the progenitor of the Blood Clan while also avenging his nephew.
Upon hearing the Red Duke's inquiry, the Blood Clan fell into silence, some reluctant to take on this daunting task.
"My lord, I have several capable scouts under my command.
Allow me to undertake this mission, and I shall bring back the intelligence you seek," one Bloodclan member offered.
Still intent on deploying scouts, the Red Duke regarded him with a discerning glance, but did not acquies.
The undead have grown wary, sending more scouts would yield little benefit.
There exists a significant likelihood that traps have already been set, waiting for further souls to deliver onto death.
Are there no other alternatives? The Red Duke pressed on.