Ear's shoes were tattered yet clean, ill-fitting, and evidently scavenged.
The beast-kin boots crafted through the Lord<unk>'s book, while not particularly comfortable, were significantly superior to Ear's current footwear.
"Oh, thank you, Master.
" Ear expressed her gratitude immediately.
She removed her worn out shoes, revealing her delicate, fair feet with toes as white as freshly sprouted lotus roots.
Slipping into the beast skin boots, she tentatively stepped on the ground, a satisfied smile blooming on her face as if she were dawning a new pair of shoes.
Wear these for now.
I will get you something better in the future.
Thank you, master.
These are quite adequate, replied eagerly, clearly pleased with her bein boots.
In this world, there were no athletic shoes or basketball sneakers.
The orcs dawned only leather boots.
After enduring a long period of hardship as a slave, she felt immense satisfaction with these be-kin boots.
As dust began to settle, Fong Ho continued, "Come, I will arrange a room for you.
" Within the territory, there were no ordinary dwellings or blueprints for constructing houses.
The only habitable structure was his lord's wooden cabin.
Fortunately, it contained three rooms.
one for Fongghao, one serving as a study, and the last could be designated for Eer.
Leading Eer to the room, he said, "Eer, shortly I will make you a single bed.
From now on, you shall reside in this chamber.
" Us eyes widened in astonishment as she gazed at the room that would soon be hers.
She had never dared to dream of having her own room.
She only wished to be free from her cage.
Yet now, not only did she have her own space, but it was also lavishly appointed.
The floor was adorned with a large be-skin rug, silk curtains draped heavily, and there were tables and chairs against the wall alongside a grand wardrobe intricately carved with exquisite designs.
Even if she had not been a slave, she had never resided in such opulence.
Funo gently tapped his forehead, contemplating the arrangement of the room.
The furnishings within were transported from an ancient castle which boasted numerous chambers and boasted a complete assortment of tables, chairs, and wardrobes, yet lacked a bed.
Fortunately, he possessed a blueprint for a single bed, ensuring that he would not have to sleep on the floor.
After expressing his intent, Fonghouse stepped outside to commence the construction of a single bed and the lattice wooden window, the ladder being a recently acquired blueprint.
He planned to install one in each room of the Lord's cottage.
Before long, the single bed and wooden windows were completed, and he directed two skeletons to carry them inside.
Upon their entrance, he observed air barefoot on the carpet.
Having removed her shoes, standing shily to the side upon seeing Fong Ha return, he instructed the skeletons to properly arrange the bed and windows.
Fongo offered a gentle smile, saying, "All is well now.
You may rest.
No one here shall trouble you, and you can have these skeletons assist you with any physical tasks as needed.
Yes, master.
Very well.
Make sure to rest early.
Funo concluded before turning to exit as he ascended to the second floor.
A notification chimed.
Loyalty of the Rabbopol air has increased by 10 points.
Current loyalty 90.
Chapter 45.
The Orc legion with all preparations complete.
Fongha returned to his chamber.
Lying on his bed, he meticulously reviewed all his plans in his mind.
Tomorrow, once the novice protection shield dissipates, the orcs of the Fireblade tribe will launch an assault on the territory.
This is not merely a game.
It is a genuine war.
If he dies, everything will be over.
He had recruited all the units he could muster from the wriggling spine to ensure an overwhelming advantage in this conflict.
The development of his territory had already surpassed that of other lords, and he could not afford to falter at this critical juncture.
Reclining on his bed, he opened a regional channel, which was unusually quiet today.
The few individuals engaged in conversation were merely exchanging items.
It seemed the sudden emergence of a mandatory quest had indeed placed considerable stress on everyone.
They were all focused on fortifying their territories, leaving little time for idle chatter in the channel.
Closing the channel, he immediately entered a state of divine possession.
Divine possession target skeleton giant bat compatibility 45.
Upon reopening his eyes, he found himself inhabiting the form of the skeleton giant bat.
With a powerful flap of its wings, he soared into the sky, surveying the vicinity of his territory to ensure that no enemies lurked nearby.
After patrolling the area and confirming there were no immediate threats, he disengaged from the divine state and nestled into his bed, gradually drifting into slumber.
The following day, master, master, still in the haze of sleep, Fong Hao felt someone speaking beside him.
Upon opening his eyes, he beheld Yur bent over slightly, softly calling his name.
Her upper body inclined, causing her attire, which barely concealed her skin, to reveal a generous expanse of fair, delicate flesh, a sight to behold.
Ah, Fongghao instinctively responded, "Master, did you not mention that today is significant and that you would rise early? You're explained in a hush tone.
" Yes, today marks the orcs invasion.
Indeed, Fonghouse swiftly sat up and began dressing.
After a brief wash, he exited his room and ascended the city walls to gaze into the distance.
The goblin camp lay to the east of the territory, indicating that the fireblade tribe would approach from that direction.
Perched at top the arrow tower, he scanned the horizon, but noticed no signs of the orcs.
The area beyond the territory remained largely cloaked in dense forests, likely concealing the enemy as they traversed the uneven terrain.
Fongghouse settled onto the ground of the Arrow Tower and activated divine possession once more.
Divine possession target skeleton giant bat compatibility 45.
Beyond the territory, a congregation of troops had formed.
A giant bat skeleton, its eyes glowing with a soft blue light, flapped its wings and soared towards the east.
After crossing the hills, he indeed spotted a substantial contingent of orcs steadily approaching his domain.
It was estimated they would arrive at the foot of his territory in approximately 1 hour.
Fongghao commanded the skeleton giant bat to a light upon a towering tree, simultaneously deploying his forces while continuing to monitor the orc's movements and true composition through the divine possession, the fireblade tribe.
Last night, the orc scouts relayed intelligence from the enemy's territory.
Indeed, there were some undead soldiers patrolling the vicinity, though not as exaggerated as the dogheaded chieftain had claimed.
An estimated 5 to 6,000 of them were present, comprising solely of the most rudimentary first tier skeletons.
Upon receiving the report from the scouts, Chief Kent ordered the immediate execution of the dogheaded chieftain.
At dawn today, the entire tribal army set forth, marching rapidly toward the undead territory.
They were determined to obliterate this domain before nightfall to avenge Kent's son, Keo, and a plunder all resources from the village.
Chief, we can see the enemy's territory.
A wolf rider whispered as he approached Kent's chariot, drawn by two mighty wolves.
The Fireblade Chief Kent was resting with his eyes closed, but upon hearing the report, he slightly opened his eyes.
Have you spotted their human lord? No sight of the lord.
He is likely cowering behind the walls.
However, the enemy's forces have increased since yesterday, and they have constructed walls and defensive towers.
The writer continued, "Still those skeletal remains?" Ken inquired, "Yes, all are the lowest tier of undead soldiers.
" "Quicken the pace.
We must transport the resources of this territory back to the tribe before darkness falls," King commanded.
"Understood," the writer replied, relaying the chief's orders.
In the Fireblade tribe, all members were warriors with a total force comprising 20 0000 infantry, 7 000 spearthrowers, and three 000 wolf riders.
Such formidable combat strength would certainly not fear those lowly skeletons.
Kent rested his chin on his hand, a glint of cold calculation in his eyes.
He pondered how best a torment the human lord once captured.