Only when directly supervised does she train.
This was precisely why Ear had suggested Fong how assigned tasks to Millie.
Among the residents of the main city, Millie was the most playful of all.
Prepare yourself.
There will be a task shortly, he instructed before dissolving his divine presence.
At noon, 10 skeletal dragons descended from the heavens.
This time they were directly led by Black Sword.
While Fong Hao remained upon the skeletal gray sparrow, "My lord, blacks sword.
" The gray bear greeted as she approached.
Fong Hao guided the sparrow downwards and stated, "These are the armaments for you.
" A total of 100 sets of armor.
Please count them, and I will deliver more in due course.
The skeletal dragon bore a large parcel, which upon opening revealed complete sets of the storm steel armor.
This blue armor not only comprised level three components, but also boasted commendable set bonuses, enhancing attack, health, and skill success rates.
The storm steel armor was familiar to the grey bear.
During previous battles, the skeletal warriors had dawned this dark metallic armor, which elicited envy among them.
The equipment dropped by the fallen skeletal warriors had gone unclaimed by Fongghao, leading them to silently collect the spoils.
Only the gray bear and a select few core members of the bandits were eligible to wear it, while the others could only envy and anticipate future battles that might yield more skeletal warriors.
This time, Fonhow had directly delivered 100 sets with more to follow, evoking expressions of delight among all present.
"Thank you, my lord," the gray bear expressed his gratitude and promptly organized his men to distribute the storm set.
With a limited number of individuals in the village, priority was given to those who would undertake missions.
As the equipment was carried away, Gray Bear continued, "My lord, do you have a new task for us this time? Recently, missions have become increasingly frequent in this mountainous region.
Indeed, we need to venture to a location known as the wilderness graveyard.
Organize your team and prepare to depart immediately," Fongo instructed.
He had come to lead the expedition with the intention of completing one of the two outdoor tasks he had acquired from the mission hall titled Wilderness Graveyard.
The map provided scant information merely hinting at the possible presence of wandering undead creatures.
Fongghao was well-versed in dealing with the undead and understood their every skill.
Master.
At that moment, Millie approached softly, calling out, "Yes, I saw you training this morning.
Have you made any progress?" Fungho inquired.
Yes, yesterday.
Sister gray bear took me hunting and I personally slew a greywolf.
Millie replied, her head held high, brimming with pride.
Fong Ho found it amusing.
Millie had reached the fourth tier, and slaying an ordinary beast was hardly a feat.
Killing a wolf was akin to claiming victory over a dragon in her eyes.
You must strive harder.
Once you reach the sixth or seventh tier, I will assign you new tasks.
Fong, how encouraged.
Really? Are the tasks difficult? Millie asked eagerly.
The difficulty depends on your prowess.
In time, you may even lead a team, which will be quite impressive, Fong House said with a playful tone.
Really, then master.
Grant me more followers when that time comes.
I won't be a bandit, too.
What kind of bandit would you be? Before long, Gray Bear signaled that preparations were complete.
A hundred subordinates dawned in their new armor had gathered along with several carts and tools that might be needed.
Once everything was in order, Fonhow commanded them to advance toward the location marked on the map.
The terrain was familiar to Graybear and his men.
During their days as bandits, they had traversed these paths countless times.
After navigating through dense woods for approximately 2 hours, the team finally approached their destination, the wilderness graveyard.
Before them stood an ancient stone fortress, its walls dim and its doors and windows severely decayed with vines creeping up a structure adorned with grotesqually colored flowers.
In front of the fortress lay a square clearing dotted with old crumbling gravestones that stood closely together like a low stone forest.
Along the way, they had encountered some beasts.
But as they neared this ominous area, it felt as if they had entered a forbidden zone.
Not a single creature was in sight, and the surrounding woods were eerily silent, devoid of even the chirping of insects or the songs of birds.
Fong house stood a short distance away, observing the scene before him, reminiscent of the blood hunter's shadow wind fortress, another stone stronghold guarded by decaying corpses.
However, the two places are not of the same scale.
The gravestones in En fort number merely in the hundreds, while here they total in the thousands.
Gray Bear, are you familiar with this area? Funhow turned to look at the serious-faced Gray Bear.
Gray Bear furrowed his brow as he gazed at the cluster of gravestones, while Millie, pale-faced, clutched tightly onto Gray Bear's arm.
Upon hearing Fong Ha's inquiry, Gray Bear nodded and replied, "I have not been here, but I have heard some things about this place.
" "What things?" Fongo pressed further.
Gray Bear recalled, speaking in a hush tone.
There were mountain bandits who established a camp nearby.
But they were attacked by monsters suffering heavy losses which ultimately forced them to relocate.
Thus, this area has become a forbidden zone for bandits.
Is that all? What about the types and numbers of the monsters? Fongghao continued to inquire.
I have not heard of those.
My camp has always kept its distance from this area.
Grave Bear shook his head.
Aside from his own group, Gray Bear seldom communicated with other camps.
The distance from this region meant that he only received vague rumors and he couldn't even recall the source of the information.
At this moment, Skinny Monkey, who stood behind Gray Bear, suddenly spoke up.
Sir, I have heard some things.
I do not know if they will be of any assistance to you.
Skinny Monkey moved closer.
Speak then.
I have heard that this place was once an orphanage run by the church, but for reasons unknown, all the inhabitants perished.
Some say this place is cursed, and those who approach are doomed to misfortune and death.
Skinny Monkey whispered, his eyes occasionally darting toward the distant stone fortress.
Hearing Skinny Monkeykey's words, Fongo's heart stirred.
He looked again at the stone fortress not far away.
Indeed, on the modeled walls, he could discern symbols pertaining to a temple.
Undoubtedly, it was a temple structure.
But if it was once an orphanage, then what are the dense cluster of gravestones? How long has this place been abandoned? Funghow continued to question.
Skinny Monkey pondered for a moment before responding, "At least 30 years.
" He was uncertain about the exact duration of abandonment, but he surmised based on his age and the time he first heard the rumor.
Are there any monsters inside? Fungho inquired.
I'm not sure.
Skinny Monkey glanced at the skeletal gray sparrow.
He wanted to say that if there were any, they would likely be undead, but he swallowed his words.
It was better to say less.
His life was still in their hands.
Fonggho nodded, choosing not to press further regardless of how many questions he asked.
They would ultimately need to venture inside.
Let us proceed and explore the path ahead.
As per the usual practice, Fonggho instructed the skeletal warrior beside him to scout ahead.
The skeletal warrior received the command without a moment's hesitation and stepped directly into the graveyard.
It circled the entire area, even stepping on two coffins along the way.