Through their interactions over the past 2 days, Eair gradually became familiar with Fong Hao and the territory, beginning to embrace her current life, no longer feeling so tense and reserved.

As Funghow enjoyed his meal, he casually opened the Lord's book to check the chat channel.

Damn it, the meat in the warehouse has been stolen.

Over 300 units are missing.

I'm going to lose my mind.

Last night, my territory was visited by wild beasts, although they did not attack any humans.

The villagers and I spent the night in a state of unease, unable to sleep.

Alas, with the protective barrier gone, our territory is indistinguishable from the wilderness.

We have decided to store our food not in the warehouse, but within the Lord's wooden cabin.

Furthermore, we must refrain from lighting fires at night.

The crowd engaged in a lively discussion, exchanging words about the disappearance of the protective barrier, which has left unfortified territories vulnerable to the incursions of beasts and unknown creatures.

This situation is indeed a cause for great concern.

Who knows what creatures may appear on a fateful night, ready to sever one's throat in a midst of slumber.

The conversation in the channel continued, "Most of the nocturnal visitors to our territory are beasts, and by erecting walls, we could deter 90 of their visits.

Isn't that a rather pointless discussion? If I had the blueprints for the walls, would I still be losing food? Indeed, I suspect that around 80 of the populace lacks the necessary blueprints.

and even if they did, the materials pose a significant challenge.

I too do not possess the wall blueprints.

However, I instructed the farmers to encircle the main buildings with logs, which proved quite effective.

You might consider trying the same approach.

His suggestion was reasonable, and I immediately directed the villagers to gather wood and enclose both their homes and the storage.

I shall join them, for the danger is too great to ignore.

I called out to the esteemed Fong Hao, expressing my desire to purchase iron axes.

Damn it, I want to buy Iron Axes, too.

Don't you dare snatch them away.

I was the first to speak.

Fonggha's hand faltered momentarily as he realized the conversation had shifted back to him.

Yet, upon reflection, it made sense.

The mandatory tasks had concluded.

The surviving lords possessed sufficient food to sustain both their farmers and soldiers.

What lies ahead is the construction of the territory, a critical phase of rapid development.

Even without this timber gathering for walls, many would still seek to efficiently procure iron axes and other tools.

Fong Hao quickly filled his belly, then remarked casually, "Take your time eating, do not waste any ear," with wide eyes nodded in agreement.

I often wonder how Fong Hao remains so perpetually busy.

Fongghao stepped aside and proceeded to craft one 010 iron axes for sale.

As the axes became available, the channel erupted in excitement once again.

My goodness, the esteemed lord is watching our conversation.

Does Fong How have some sort of compulsion? Why does he always present 101 or 1 0 10? Is there a deeper significance? Hurry, snatch them up before they're gone.

Damn it, you animals.

Even tools are being fought over within the region.

The blueprints for iron axes are not exclusive to Fongghao.

However, only he can offer such a vast quantity for sale.

After all, the 100fold increase in production affords him an unparalleled advantage.

In a matter of mere minutes, all the iron axes were sold out.

Aside from acquiring a substantial amount of iron resources and some rare materials, Fonhow did not obtain any blueprints.

It appears that following yesterday's battle, many have yet to venture out to explore and gather blueprints.

In the channel, whatever is needed, Funghow will accommodate by listing the corresponding items.

This is quite simple.

Firstly, everyone comes together, unwilling to abandon one another in times of need.

Secondly, he himself requires these individuals to enhance their capabilities.

Currently, Fong Hao possesses ample resources and is capable of crafting numerous pieces of equipment.

However, very few within the channel can offer items of equivalent value.

For those who can, he lacks nothing.

This indicates that the other lords in the region are rather impoverished.

Only by allowing them to prosper slightly can he acquire their rare materials and blueprints.

After completing all tasks, Funha returned to his room.

He lay down on the bed and began to invoke divine presence.

In the next moment, Fonggho found himself seated at top a skeletal steed, its bony fingers gripping the res tightly.

Divine presence target skeleton scout compatibility 50.

The compatibility is not high, but it is not a significant concern.

Funa does not intend to maintain the divine presence for an extended period, thus incurring minimal mental fatigue.

All scouts follow me.

With a tug of the rains, the skeletal horse reared up, and in the next instant, it galloped away.

All the skeletal scouts followed Fong How racing towards the southern direction.

Chapter 54.

The inspiring elixir.

The thunderous sound of galloping hoves resonated like urgent drumbats, startling the flocks of birds into flight.

Fungho led the cavalry at a brisk pace, and before long they arrived at the Shadow Wind Fortress.

The speed of their steeds have their journey, greatly enhancing their efficiency.

The Shadow Wind Fortress, which had once been a desolate expanse, now resembled a bustling construction site.

The incessant clanging of pickaxes echoed as they struck the walls, disassembling the intact stone bricks.

Here, Fong Hut stationed a multitude of skeletons in addition to laboring skeletons engaged in dismantling.

Numerous skeletal soldiers were tasked with transport and assistance.

However, the laboring skeletons still exhibited low work efficiency, wielding relatively primitive pickaxes that required frequent replacement.

Two days elapsed and only 167 units of finished stone bricks had been collected.

Many bricks had been damaged in the process, reduced to mere rubble.

Dismounting, Fongo inspected the inventory of spare pickaxes and the number of carts to ensure that logistical supplies were adequate and would not impede the skeleton's labor.

After a thorough check, he remounted and departed.

Instead of returning directly to his territory, Fongghao chose to advance southwestward.

Even in the current state of the skeletons, the locations they explored would be automatically recorded on the map of the Lord's Book.

He intended to exploit the mobility of the cavalry to swiftly expand the mapped area.

The cavalry sped onward, traversing any terrain that wasn't te overly dense with trees.

branches whipped against their armor as they pressed through.

"Stop!" Fong Hao pulled the rains, signaling the cavalry behind him to halt through the gaps in the foliage.

He glimpsed a creature wandering ahead.

Lostwood elemental spirit tier three type summon ownerless ability plant manipulation growth.

Description: Spirits that have lost their masters gradually lose purpose, wandering aimlessly and attacking all living beings that cross their path.

Fawnau had previously eliminated such lost elemental spirits.

Their attributes and abilities were identical to those encountered on the western side of his territory.

Who could be so inconsiderate as to summon these spirits and abandon them? "Do they possess no sense of civic duty?" he muttered under his breath.

From the description, it was evident that these spirits did not appear naturally, but were summoned and subsequently forsaken by their masters, leading them to slowly lose their sensients and become mindless attackers of any passing creatures.

Compared to the previous few, this time there were indeed a significant number, around 15 or 16, prepare for battle.

With a swift motion, all the cavalry unshathed their long swords.

A chilling aura of impending violence enveloping them.

"Charge!" Funhao roared.

His skeletal steed surged forth from the trees, leading the entire cavalry toward the wood elemental spirits.

As they closed into within a 100 meters, the cavalry launched their assault.

By the time the wood elemental spirits perceived the threat, the cavalry had already pierced through their ranks like a razor sharp blade.

Faced with the enemy sudden onslaught, the wood spirit was utterly powerless.

Its innate abilities had yet to be unleashed.

Yet half of its forces perished beneath the iron blades.