They lacked the strength to withstand the onslaught.

The prospect of rescuing the wounded was utterly inconceivable.

Their only recourse was to flee and relay the harrowing tale of the undeads assault on the Bloody Mountains, rallying more to expel these fiends from their territory.

The others uttered little, fully aware that the injured could not be saved.

Their feet propelled them onward, arriving at the city gate.

Just as a few began to unlatch the gate, a cacophony erupted behind them.

The sound of flapping wings, followed by the anguished cries of trolls, "Help! Save us!" Turning back, they beheld several trolls in snared by a multitude of skeletal bats, their forms swiftly reduced to mere bones.

In a desperate bid, the skeletal trolls swung their weapons, attempting to fend off the encroaching bats while guarding the city gate.

After yet another wave of casualties, the gate finally creaked open, and the survivors surged forth into the open air.

However, the skeletal bats continued their relentless pursuit, showing no intent of letting them escape to the stone forest.

By commanded, intending to leverage the terrain to evade the bats.

Meanwhile, the undead army commenced their grim work within the city, mercilessly dispatching the wounded trolls who lay moaning along their path.

Soon, they discovered the injured trolls trapped within various buildings.

Blackthornne showed no mercy.

His forces flooded into the rooms, dragging out the corpses and stacking them at a designated location, thoroughly cleansing the entire city.

The army began to scour the battlefield, collecting the scattered arrows and weapons while fortifying the city.

Blackthornne led his men into the chieftain's hall, leaving behind a trail of crimson footprints on the floor.

The city resembled a canvas drenched in a sanguin downpour with red streams and puddles adorning its streets.

Within the hall, Blackthornne beheld a sand table depicting the bloody mountains.

The sand table records the paths within the mountains as well as the locations of each troll tribe, presenting a clarity and detail far surpassing the map provided by Fonggha.

Huan opened the map given to him by Fong Hao and began to compare it meticulously.

Commander Huan, we have discovered a dungeon that houses a group of female trolls.

One of them claims to possess a secret that could secure their lives in exchange.

Huan was approached by Hian who entered and spoke.

The order given by Huan was to annihilate all trolls within the city.

The undead executed this directive without hesitation, cleansing the entire city, leaving only the dungeon untouched.

While inspecting, Hun encountered the imprisoned women and attempted to negotiate terms.

However, whether to spare these trolls depended entirely on Huan's decision.

Without a moment's doubt, Huan stated, "Bring that individual in.

Let us hear the secret she speaks of.

Is it sufficient to barter for their lives? Very well, Hijin replied before exiting once more.

Approximately 10 minutes later, a ragged female troll entered the chamber.

Upon seeing the skeleton seated above, she knelled on one knee and performed the customary troll greeting.

Speak and let me ascertain whether your secret holds enough weight to absolve your lives.

Huan commanded succinctly.

The heroes crafted by the immortal necromancer.

Those superfluous emotions are mere burdens.

Thus, they will not extend even a modicum of sympathy for your wretched fate.

Their consideration hinges solely on the advantage to the battle.

The woman, still kneeling with a serious countenance, continued, "My lord, the undead, I know the whereabouts of Kais and the location of the treasury here.

I hope you will spare us as we pose no threat to you.

" The following dawn, Fong Hao awoke from his slumber to receive news transmitted by Huan.

During the previous night, they had successfully captured the stronghold of the Bloodthroat tribe, which filled Fong Hao with joy.

Huan and his comrades acted more swiftly than he had anticipated.

After breakfast, Fong Hao, accompanied by Dimmitagga and Ana, set forth on the bone dragon towards the Bloodthroat tribe.

As they entered the blood soaked mountains, the vast city came into view below.

However, every corner of the city was marred by the remnants of collapsed structures, scattered bricks and timber, and heaps of ruins resembling the aftermath of a modern warfare bombardment.

The bone dragon descended at the heart of the city, where several heroes rushed forth to greet them.

After bowing respectfully, Hadron reported, "My lord, we seized this city late last night.

" A small contingent of trolls fled through the northern gate, and there are a few captives willing to divulge information.

The remainder of the trolls have been eradicated.

Fongha nodded approvingly, "Well done.

" As they conversed, they made their way into the chief's hall.

The architectural style of the trolls emphasized brutality and ruggedness.

with decorations crafted from various creature skulls and bones adorning the hall.

Fawn house drove directly to the magnificent throne and sat down upon the colossal metallic seat.

Instantly, a chill permeated through him.

Approaching, Blacksword presented a list stating, "My lord, this battle yielded 80,000 writhing spines, over 500,000 pieces of troll equipment, 72 dragonl crossbows, and 15 siege engines.

" Fong Hao nodded, perusing the document in his hand.

The items mentioned by Black Sword were indeed significant.

Besides the previously noted writhing spines and weaponry, the list also detailed the materials, provisions, and various gemstones housed within the warehouse.

The hall was quite substantial.

Black Sword, where the captives you mentioned in the [ __ ] Fong Hao inquired, folding the list away.

Black Sword had alluded to secrets divulged by the captives, which was precisely why Fong How had made this special trip.

"Please wait, my lord.

I have sent someone to fetch them," Black Sword replied.

Before long, a tall female troll clad in tattered garments was brought in.

As she raised her gaze and beheld the human seated before her, a fleeting look of confusion crossed her face.

How could a being of the undead become human? Yet she hesitated not, kneeling on one knee, "Greetings, human lord.

" It was evident that the female troll had been treated with a certain degree of care.

Her tattered clothing barely clung to her form, and from Fongo<unk>s perspective.

The loose neckline revealed her ample bosom and a profusion of hair.

"What is your name?" Fongo inquired, his tone neutral.

"Human lord, I am Citra.

I wish to become your slave, your most loyal servant," she replied softly.

This peak fong house curiosity.

I have slain so many of your kin.

Do you not harbor hatred towards me yet still wish to serve as my slave? He asked intrigued.

The woman remained composed.

The one who killed our kin is not you but the foreign tribesmen of Bat.

You avenged us by slaying them.

Fonggha was taken back.

This female troll was astute, transforming his role as an enemy into that of a benefactor to her tribe.

Very well.

Now tell me your secret.

If it proves beneficial to me, I shall consider entering into a slave contract with you, Fong Hao declared, requesting a leather mat to cushion his seat.

Indeed, human lord, I am the woman of Kais.

He has ventured to the sacred mountain of Kaio, where, according to troll legend, a true giant deity lies in slumber.

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intricate stone bricks, the words cow, sacred mountain, and giant deity caused a furrow to form on Fongghow's brow.

He was convinced that this world harbored divine beings as evidenced by the several statues enshrined within his territory, which indeed augmented its attributes.

However, the notion that a deity would slumber in such a desolate mountain range was difficult for him to accept.

If a divine being were to reside there, it would seem to be in a far more laminable state than himself.

Are you suggesting that Kais seeks the giant deity to confront us? Fungho inquired.

The female troll Citra responded without reservation.

Indeed, esteemed human.

The recent battle against the undead has sparked considerable discontent towards Kais among the trolls both within and outside the clan.

Faced with mounting pressure, he has ventured to cow's sacred mountain with offerings, seeking the deity's guidance.

Citra's position afforded her a clearer understanding of Kais's predicament.

It was evident that he was under immense strain, unable to suppress descent through force alone, prompting his quest for divine counsel.