As the staff radiated with light, a dense fog permeated the surroundings, obscuring the enemy's line of sight.

The arrows raining down upon them diminished significantly alleviating the pressure on everyone while some warriors taking advantage of the mist cover dragged their injured comrades to safety.

Commander Hiler cast a surprise glance at Fong Hao.

Offering only a slight nod without uttering a word.

Boss let s unleash a meteor strike.

Jeang Bin whispered, noting the effectiveness of their current strategy.

He referred to the inherent skill of the Starfire staff, which could summon a meteor to attack a designated area and trigger an explosion.

While the power of Starfire was indeed formidable, its drawbacks were equally apparent.

The gathering speed was slow, and the energy consumption was substantial.

Funghow also yearned to deliver a decisive blow, sending their foes to their demise, just as he intended to unccork a mana potion to unleash Starfire.

Hiler interjected.

Prepare for close combat.

They're about to launch an assault.

All soldiers unshathed their long swords.

Their expressions grave as they braced for the impending clash.

At that moment, Fong Hao and his companions noticed that the arrows from both sides had ceased.

There was no need for confirmation.

They could hear the rustling through the foliage and the approaching footsteps.

Fongo swiftly altered his spell, substituting starfire for summoning wood elemental spirits.

With a flash of light, three with spirits materialized before him.

The footsteps grew increasingly nearer, closing in on their position.

Fonggho drew his knights sword with one hand while firmly gripping his staff with the other.

Jeang Bin and Dong Ju brandished their weapons, preparing to meet the enemy s onslaught.

Charge.

As the first enemy leaped over the cards barrier, the battle cry erupted.

Release bind.

Fungho commanded.

The three-wood spirits unleashed their binding skills in three directions.

Vines erupted from the ground, ins snaring the enemies and halting their advance.

This provided the guards with an opportunity to retaliate, surging past the cart to strike at the immobilized foes.

Boom! Fongo concentrated his fire arrow, striking down an incoming enemy with precision.

The foe was since sprawling, colliding with his comrades behind him.

With his other hand, gripping the knight's sword, Fonga relentlessly felled adversaries, harvesting their lives.

The trio fought side by side, vanquishing the rushing enemies.

The combined effects of the wood spirits binding and the enveloping mist granted them a significant advantage.

After a fervent struggle, the enemy ranks dwindled rapidly.

When the final adversary fell, the battle was declared over.

The mist had dissipated considerably, replaced by the anguished groans of the wounded.

"Tend to the injured.

Execute all remaining enemies," Hiler commanded coldly.

All soldiers, weary yet resolute, continued their grim task, delivering merciful blows to those enemies who still clung to life.

"Lord Miloin, are you all right?" Fongha inquired, crouching down beside Miloin.

"I'm Fine.

Have those men perished? Were they bandits again?" Miloin asked.

seated on the ground, still shaken.

Fonhow shook his head.

By their attire, they do not resemble bandits.

They seem more like the guards from a nearby city.

Upon hearing this, Milo's expression shifted to one of anxiety.

The guard from the neighboring city lay an ambush nearby, waiting for them to approach.

The identity of this contingent was becoming increasingly apparent.

Why does everyone oppose my ascension, Lord? They afford me not a single opportunity, Milo lamented, despondent.

Every successful individual has weathered trials.

Perhaps this is your test.

You have come this far.

You must claim the position of lord, or else you would dishonor those soldiers who valiantly escorted you.

" Fongo urged, leaning against a nearby surface.

Apprehensive that Miloin might forsake his claim to lordship.

Miloin lifted his gaze, surveying the battered ranks of soldiers.

From a battalion of 200, only a handful remained.

"Is it all worth it?" "That depends on whether you can emerge as a commendable lord," Funhow replied, taking out a potion infused with magical energy and drinking it down.

Chapter 340.

Frozen Malin gazed at the coars ceramic bottle in Fong Hao's hand and opened his backpack to retrieve a glass vial of potion.

Drink this, Malin urged.

Fongo had not sustained significant injuries.

Rather, he was suffering from severe depletion of magical energy.

After glancing at the healing potion in Malin's possession, he shook his head and exchanged a knowing look with Hiler, the leader of their group, upon whom Min would increasingly rely for protection in the future.

Not far off, Her was tending to his wounds while directing the soldiers to resume their tasks.

The cost of healing potions was exorbitant, making it challenging for ordinary soldiers or even commanders to possess such remedies.

Malin quickly grasped Fong's intention and softly expressed his gratitude.

Thank you, Commander Hiler, for saving me.

He then extended the healing potion toward him.

Her turned, surprised by Min's words of thanks, and upon noticing Fongo seated beside Malin, it seemed he began to understand.

Thank you, young Master Min.

Her replied quietly, accepting the potion and returning to the task of directing the battlefield cleanup.

The wounded had been bandaged, but the group could not afford a pause.

They needed to reach the city before dusk.

Otherwise, the impending torrential rain would claim the lives of the injured.

The party set forth once more, supporting one another as they advanced towards Nesburg.

Their horses and carts have been ravaged in a recent skirmish, and Min had no choice but to press on despite his injuries.

Fortunately, after consuming the healing potion, his condition had improved considerably.

"Mr.

Fong Hao, I did not anticipate that you were a magician," Malin remarked, quickening his pace to walk beside Fong Hao.

"It is merely some elementary magic," Fong Ho replied modestly.

"You're capable of wielding three elemental spells.

How have you accomplished that?" Malin, seemingly rejuvenated from the earlier peril, began to seek conversation once more.

I lack a formal magical instructor and have only learned a few basic spells on my own.

I have absorbed whatever knowledge I could resulting in my current abilities.

Fun how explained in a comprehensible manner.

In truth, he had no magical mentor and his skills were acquired peacemeal from scrolls he had studied independently.

He rarely employed magic in everyday life, so he did not consider himself particularly proficient.

Yet to Malin, he appeared nearly genius-like.

Mr.

Fongghao, once I become a competent city lord, I shall arrange for you to have a proper teacher for your magical studies, Malin declared.

Very well, Fong Hao responded with a smile, saying little more.

After their mission concluded, they would depart from this place.

It was unlikely that Malin would fulfill his promise to find a magical instructor for him.

The group pressed onward.

Malin then sought out Jong Bin and conversed with him for a while before returning to Fong Hao, brimming with enthusiasm as he exclaimed, "Mr.

Fongghao, do you also possess a city?" It appeared that through his chat with Jeang Bin, he had learned of Fong Hao<unk>s own domain.