It had conquered all the scattered tribes in the vicinity, establishing itself as the mightiest leader.

However, following this unification, the tribe faced new challenges in its development.

The land of the Frost Wind Mountains was barren, and the resources available for extraction were increasingly scarce.

Consequently, Fro directed the trib's future towards the resourcerich plains and forests.

Kent was one of the vanguard warriors he had arranged.

Once Kent developed under Thraw's support, the entire tribe would migrate there.

In the preceding years, backed by the Shattered Skull Tribe, Kent's clan flourished remarkably, swiftly, eliminating several nearby minor tribes and solidifying their position.

Yet, just 2 days prior, Kent's spirit returned to the altar, signifying his death.

And even the hero's altar could not resurrect him.

Soon, the two arrived before the hero's altar.

Beneath the altar lay hundreds of beings from various races, their throats slit, blood pooling together to form peculiar patterns.

Chieftain, the time for Kent's awakening will be brief.

We must inquire swiftly, the priest admonished once more.

Understood.

Let us begin, Amir acknowledged.

The orc priest commenced the ritual and gradually the indistinct figure of fireblade Kent emerged upon the hero's altar.

Chapter 62.

The quest for the mind great chief.

We may commence, declared the priest, stepping aside, gazing at Ken's flickering silhouette.

S directly inquired, "Kent, how did you meet your demise? What the others?" Upon hearing S's question, a faint bitterness crossed Kent's visage as he replied.

A necroantic stronghold abruptly emerged near our tribe, obliterating us.

Every member perished without exception.

A wave of chaos rippled through the assembly of orc leaders below.

The undead faction had always been enigmatic and sinister, rarely making their presence, known in areas populated by the living.

Each appearance heralded dread and disorder.

Kent's Fireblade tribe had flourished in that region for several years.

It had never detected any signs of an undead stronghold.

What could have caused such a sudden emergence? What was the extent of their power? And how numerous were they? Sal pressed on with his inquiries.

The enemy was merely of village scale, lacking any heroic units, yet their ranks numbered in the hundreds of thousands, all comprised of low tier soldiers.

Kin continued to elucidate.

However, the figure at top the altar began to tremble violently, clearly on the verge of collapse.

How could a village muster such a formidable force? S felt an unsettling dissonance, even suspecting that Kent might have aired or experienced confusion in his recollection.

Indeed, all that I recount is from my own eyes.

The lord of that stronghold was human, and I suspect he possesses artifacts of the undead that allow him to command such a multitude of undead soldiers.

I Kent's words faltered as his gathered essence shattered, dissipating into luminous modes that gradually vanished.

Great chief, time is of the essence, the priest in toned.

S nodded.

Yet his mind lingered on Kent's revelations.

He felt no sorrow for the loss of Kent and the thousands of orcs.

War and death were the norm for their kind, an inevitability that unfolded daily.

The only regret he harbored was for the support he had extended to Kent's territory over the years.

Who could have anticipated that a sudden surge of undead could obliterate years of effort? While he felt a twinge of frustration, he also recalled Kent's final words.

Pondering the potential existence of undead artifacts in the enemy's possession.

This notion piqued his interest.

If such treasures truly existed, they would surely become his own.

The Skull Crush tribe was unlike the Fireblade tribe.

They had already subdued the Frost Wind tribe, thus possessing far greater military resources.

Annihilating a village populated solely by low tier soldiers would be a trivial task.

Moreover, Sao himself was a purple tier 9th level hero, a force far beyond Ken's capabilities.

Summon forth the scouts, he commanded.

Dispatch them to the Fireblade tribe to ascertain the location of the necroantic village and bring back all pertinent intelligence at once.

the orc replied hastily departing to organize the necessary personnel.

As S strode back, his spirits lifted considerably.

If Kent's words ring true, a feeble human possesses an artifact capable of commanding thousands of undead should he deploy his forces to annihilate them and seize this treasure.

The tribe's strength would experience a significant augmentation.

As for combat, Saul harbored no concerns whatsoever.

What defensive capabilities could a mere village structure possibly possess? He was imbued with absolute confidence that he could effortlessly obliterate this settlement and acquire the coveted artifact.

The following day, at dawn, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room.

Funhow rubbed his eyes, stretched languidly, and rolled out of bed.

Another day awaited him.

After dawning his attire, he ambled out of his chamber.

Good morning, master, greeted Yur, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, her face brightening with a smile upon seeing him.

In the days that had passed, Yur had grown increasingly cheerful, occasionally sharing tales of her tribes past and the life of the Orcs people.

Good morning, Fongo waved his hand in response.

Exiting the wooden cabin, he scooped some fresh water from a barrel to wash up.

With the cabin upgraded to level four, a kitchen had been added.

He pondered whether a proper bathroom with running water would be forthcoming in the future.

After freshening up, your brought forth breakfast, a vegetable and meat soup, accompanied by a platter of assorted fruits.

In the current circumstances, Fongghao found himself in a singular position, living a life starkly different from that of other lords.

Your playfully held a piece of fruit to Fong Hao's lips.

He opened his mouth, savoring the sweetness and the hint of wine.

I added a touch of sweet wine to the fruit.

"How does it taste, master?" You're inquired.

Her large eyes fixed on him with anticipation, clad in her tattered linen coat, with a loose collar that accentuated her ample bosom and shorts that hugged her curves.

She exuded an allure that made it difficult for him to focus on his meal.

"Master, is the flavor displeasing?" Noticing Fong Ha's silence, you pressed him for a response.

Ahem, the taste is delightful.

Truly splendid.

Fong how praised, genuinely enjoying the blend of flavors.

He he that is wonderful.

Your beamed, offering him another piece to sample.

After breakfast concluded, your tidied the dishes while Fonga resumed his tasks as he had pressing matters to attend to.

He set out to inspect his territory, identifying areas that required his intervention.

Passing by the organ museum, the doors remained a jar.

Yet Nelson was nowhere to be seen.

Ever since Nelson had informed him about the possibility of crafting skeletal heroes, he had not emerged again.

It appeared that the creation of skeletal forms was not as straightforward as one might presume.

The skeletal transformation chamber continued its relentless work, converting orc corpses into skeletal warriors, swelling the ranks of the undead army.

Numerous wards that have been transformed were dispatched to Shadow Wind Fortress to assist in transporting goods.

As Fungh House circled his territory, he noted that there were no areas requiring his direct involvement.

Upon returning to the lord's cabin and exchanging a few words with ear, I reclined on my bed and invoked divine possession.

Target for divine possession.

Skeleton scout compatibility 65.

Utilizing this compatibility, I directed my divine essence toward the skeleton scout.

The increase in my compatibility from 50 to 65 was likely a result of consuming the magical enhancement potion.

During the sustained process of divine possession, the consumption of mental energy would be diminished.

Today's objective was to explore the information maps abandoned mine.

I had no intention of traversing with infantry.

Instead, I would proceed with cavalry for an initial reconnaissance.

According to the map's indications, the location of the abandoned mine lay to the north of the territory, a considerable distance away.