What is the matter? Aren't you going to eat? No, it's not that.

Bolton shook his head.

The pigheaded people are omnivorous and can consume anything.

Their digestive systems are quite robust.

They're known for having iron stomachs.

Naturally capable of eating meat.

Go ahead, eat.

A full stomach will aid in your recovery.

I still have a fair supply of meat in my territory.

Thank you, my lord, Bolton said cautiously, picking up a piece of roasted meat and placing in his mouth, Fong Hao pressed on with his questions.

What commodities sell well at the Mana market.

Slaves, weapons, armor, and crops are all in high demand.

Then there are ores and furs, Bolton explained as he chewed.

Orcs are not adept at forging or farming, which is why weapons and crops sell so well.

Huh? Fong Hao responded, then began to focus on his meal.

They both ate swiftly, and when Fong Ho felt satiated, Bolton also set down his food, indicating he was full.

They extinguished the fire and tidied up, Fong Hao handed Bolton an iron sword and a hardwood shield from a passing soldier.

Can these be sold? Surrounded by skeletal guards, there was little concern that Bolton would misuse the weapons.

Bolton examined the sword and shield closely.

Such ordinary equipment is not particularly expensive in the work market.

It sells quite well.

If the quantity is large enough, it can fetch a good price.

Fungho nodded and articulated his intentions.

Bolton, I wish to venture to the Mana market to sell a batch of goods, and I ask you to serve as my guide.

Once the goods are sold, I shall release you and provide you with a reward.

What do you say? Fong Hao possesses a map to the mana market.

Yet having Bolton accompany him would alleviate much of the hassle.

Considering Manm is a market dominated by orcs.

Upon hearing Fong How's words, Bolton's expression turned bitter.

He had little choice in the matter.

Being a captive, his acquiescence merely reflected a more subtly veiled command.

Nonetheless, he hoped that Fongo would adhere to their agreement and not impose undue difficulties upon him.

I am willing to guide you, my lord, Bolton replied.

Very well.

Wait outside the territory for a moment.

We shall depart together shortly.

Fong how instructed.

Bolton nodded and under the watchful gaze of the skeletal soldiers exited the territory.

Bolton stepped outside where the towering walls obstructed the view of the outside world.

He need not worry about discovering Fongo's secrets.

Fongghao opened the Lord's book and began crafting iron swords.

Iron sword, three wood, three iron, one leather.

He adjusted the quantity to 10.

CF 100fold amplification triggered, obtaining 1,0 iron swords.

A vast array of iron swords materialized before him.

"Bring the carts.

Let us bundle and load the swords," Fongo commanded.

Shortly after, the five carts left by the pigheaded men were brought forth.

The horses were docel, showing little reaction despite the presence of the undead.

The cards were positioned to the side and the skeletons diligently loaded the swords onto them as instructed.

Next, they proceeded to the burial grounds, intending to recruit additional soldiers.

100fold amplification triggered, recruiting 10,100 skeleton soldiers.

100fold amplification triggered, recruiting 20,200 skeleton spearmen.

Previously during the war with the Fireblade Tribe orcs, Fongghao had acquired 1,700 spines which had remained and used in storage.

Now he deemed it sufficient for indulgence.

He continued crafting iron swords, iron spears, hardwood shields, and armor to equip the newly recruited forces.

Once everything was prepared, an army of over 30 0000 troops surrounded the five carts as they exited the territory.

Outside, Bolton beheld the multitude of skeletal soldiers emerging from the stronghold, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Just moments ago, he had shared breakfast with Fong Hao, and at that time there had been no such formidable force within the territory.

From whence had they come? Bolton, get in the cart.

I shall require your guidance for the journey ahead.

Fonggho beckoned from the cart.

The throng of skeletal soldiers parted to clear a path.

Hesitantly, Bolton climbed into the cart and took a seat at the back.

My lord, such a multitude of undead may incite panic.

Bolton cautioned softly.

Small tribes number merely in the hundreds, while larger ones can approach a thousand.

To mobilize tens of thousands to escort these carts brimming with goods is a feat only Fong Hao could accomplish.

It is of no concern, Fongghao replied, offering no further explanation.

The carriage advanced towards the direction of the mana market.

Meanwhile, to the east of the territory, the goblin chieftain, who had been defeated twice by Fong Hao, knelt trembling in the center of the Orc Hall.

The previous night, over 2,000 orc warriors were overwhelmed by the undead army.

He was familiar with the terrain of the camp and managed to survive by hiding among the refues.

Outside the territory, he hesitated for a long time, ultimately choosing to come to the Fireblade tribe to convey the news of Ketar's death, seeking vengeance for himself.

However, he was also aware that he might incur the trib's wrath.

Yet at this moment, he could contemplate nothing further for the sake of revenge.

He had no choice but to rely on the strength of the Fireblade tribe.

You say Keter is dead.

A deep voice suddenly resonated.

In the front seat sat a robust orc, bare-chested, revealing dark red tattoos and numerous scars.

His grizzled beard framed fierce tiger-like eyes that were fixed intently on the goblin chieftain.

This was Kent, the leader of the Fireblade tribe.

Confronted with an overwhelming sense of pressure, the goblin began to tremble uncontrollably, stammering in response.

"Why, yes!" Lord Kedar was slain by those wicked undead, and all other members perished as well.

Bang! Kent's fist slammed down, shattering the stone table before him into fragments.

Why did you not perish? Chapter 36.

The orc Marquadwa was the youngest and most favored son of Kent.

He had been nurtured with the expectation of becoming the next tribal heir.

Holding a position of great esteem within the tribe.

However, upon receiving the news of his son's demise, Kent was instantly consumed by rage, his eyes burning crimson.

Why are you still alive? He bellowed.

Kadwa had departed from the tribe in response to a plea for help from the goblin camp which reported the existence of a small village nearby.

The spoils of any successful raid would belong to the Fireblade tribe, the largest orc tribe in the vicinity.

Kent reasoned that a mere village posed little threat and allowed his son to lead the expedition.

Yet his son had perished while the goblin leader remained alive, sewing seeds of doubt in Kent's heart.

The goblin leader's expression darkened.

If he revealed that he had merely hidden a way to escape the calamity, he would surely incur K's wrath and face execution.

Thus, he crafted a more palatable deception.

It was Lord Kadwa who concealed me.

He said, "My small stature made me hard to detect and instructed me to bring you this message, urging you to seek vengeance.