The cavalry, having traversed through the camp, circled back for another charge.

This time, the wood spirit mounted a counterattack, but their numbers were too few to withstand the oncoming hooves.

After two waves of assault, they ultimately succumbed entirely to the iron onslaught.

Search the battlefield for any treasure, commanded Fongghao.

The cavalry promptly dispersed in pursuit of loot.

Dismounting, Fongghao discovered two natural essences beside the fallen with spirit.

He remounted and began his own search for treasures.

Recalling that under normal circumstances, a treasure chest should be nearby.

Before long, Fong Ha's keen eyes spotted a target.

Before him lay a corpse clad in a tattered robe, leaning against a grand tree.

The extent of time since death was uncertain.

The robe had decayed, leaving only the ruined upper half of the body, now entwined with fresh vines.

Had it not been for Fong House sharp gaze, the corpse would have been nearly undetectable.

Remains of a sorcerer.

Type remains description.

This is a sorcerer who fell victim to magical backlash, ultimately finding rest in the wilderness.

Remains that display attributes typically conceal secrets or bear special items.

Previously, within a bare cave, there had been the remains of an adventurer from whom Fong Hao procured a fragment of a map leading to the dragon's tomb.

Such encounters could be deemed fortuitous.

"Bring me that backpack," Fongo instructed, gesturing toward the bag beside the corpse.

A nearby cavalryman dismounted and handed the tattered backpack to Fong Hao.

The bag was in disrepair.

Any rough handling could easily tear its fabric.

Upon rumaging through it, he found a decayed diary.

Now little more than a mass of mud, a vial of potion, a scroll, and 120 battle coins.

Magic awakening potion category.

Potion effect grants the sorcerer physique.

description.

This awakening potion crafted by a master alchemist can stimulate one's latent potential, allowing the user to perceive the presence of magical energy.

Funhow scrutinized the potion once more, coming to understand its implications.

Consuming this potion would awaken his latent abilities, endowing him with the physique of a sorcerer, signifying his transition from an ordinary person to a bonafide practitioner.

Does this not have an expiration date? Fong Hao wondered aloud, wiping the dirt from the bottle and inspecting it for various angles.

The individual had been dead for countless years, their clothing and footwear in tatters.

Surely, this potion could not have remained viable.

Despite his desire to become a sorcerer, he couldn't recklessly ingest everything he encountered.

A gastroperforation would be a most unfortunate demise.

The second item was a skill scroll.

Elemental guardian wood category skill scroll ability summons two wood elemental spirits to fight alongside for a duration of 30 minutes.

War is never a solitary endeavor.

It harnesses the natural energies of the surroundings and summons allies to launch an assault against adversaries.

Indeed, Fongo wholeheartedly concurred that warfare is not a solitary pursuit.

This realization alleviated the guilt he felt after each battle where he often faced overwhelming odds.

Whether in war or in skirmishes, the comparison invariably lay in numbers and strength.

It is far more equitable to engage in a contest of wits, perhaps through a poetic exchange, which may yield a pair of classic couplets.

The elemental guardian would scroll represented his third skill, the first two being faction skills, bone control and divine presence.

This particular skill might very well unlock the doors to his vocational advancement.

After securing the spoils, Fong Ho continued.

Let us inter him.

May he find peace in the earth.

At this moment, he sighed inwardly.

The remains were reduced to nothing more than the upper torso, the rest having succumbed to decay.

Otherwise, he might have considered utilizing the transformation chamber.

The skeletal rider used the blad's edge to excavate a pit beneath the tree, ample enough to accommodate the burial.

The corpse was lifted by two skeletons, their arms slack, causing an object to fall from their grasp.

"Bring that to me," Fongo murmured.

One of the skeletons stepped forward, retrieved the fallen item, and once again presented it to Fonggho's hands.

Chapter 55.

The wood spirit Fong Hao cradled the object in his palm, scrutinizing it closely.

It was the size of a one yuan coin fashioned from metal.

Its surface encrusted with dirt.

It appeared to be a pendant, though the chain had long since vanished.

A gentle press revealed a slight protrusion on the side.

With a soft click, the lid of the pendant sprang opened to reveal another layer within.

Inscribed inside were the words.

Silver pendant category necklace description.

An ordinary pendant of almost negligible worth, yet it encapsulates all the longing of a father.

You may sell it or return it to Jilia.

As Fongo held the pendant, a thought stirred within him.

This seemed to be a quest, a task to return a relic.

Based on his previous gaming experiences, he surmised that returning the pendant might yield some special reward.

Nevertheless, it held no value and bore no attributes.

To him, it was utterly useless.

Should he ever encounter this jigilia, he would simply return the pendant to her.

Bang.

The skeleton tossed the corpse into the pit and began to cover it with earth.

The wandering with spirits proved to be quite useful.

Without them, the body would have been devoured entirely, leaving nothing behind, not even this pendant, which might have ended up in someone's stomach.

Having completed the task, Fonga departed once more with the cavalry.

After acquiring the mana inspiration potion, he lost the urge to continue patrolling.

He circled back with the cavalry and returned directly to his territory.

After assigning patrol duties to the cavalry, he dispelled the divine state.

Awakening from his slumber, he took a sip of water and stepped outside his chamber.

Upon exiting the wooden house, he spotted hanging the freshly washed carpet to dry.

I please summon Nelson.

Fongo gently instructed.

Understood? replied, making her way toward the organ museum.

She harbored an innate fear of the undead hero Nelson, yet could not defy Fong how command.

Stealthily, she approached the museum and called out softly, "Scar Nelson, the Lord request your presence.

" Her voice echoed through the museum sull, leaving her uncertain if he had heard her.

As she prepared to call again, the sound of approaching footsteps grew nearer.

The skeletal hero Nelson emerged, leaning on his cane, his forms slightly hunched.

"Very well, where is the Lord?" Nelson spoke softly.

A faint blue glow emanating from his hollow eye sockets.

"In the lord's hall," the replied, her gaze cast downward, unable to meet his eyes.

"I understand.

Please inform the lord that I shall be there shortly.

" "Of course," she said, turning swiftly to leave.

Fongghao sat on the long bench in front of the wooden house, examining the mana inspiration potion with great scrutiny.

He pondered whether it had an expiration date.

From his two victories as the world as top leader, it was evident that Fongo had surpassed his peers.