The mere presence of such scrolls elevated the value of the chest significantly.

Chapter 77.

Spark of fire.

After opening the treasure chest, Fongo instructed the skeleton soldiers to conduct a thorough search.

However, the city had lain in ruins for far too long, and various items had long succumbed to the ravages of time, leaving nothing behind.

With the search yielding no results, Fonhao began to reorganize his troops.

The damaged equipment in the skeleton's possession was replaced with that of fallen comrades.

Despite achieving notable victories in two consecutive battles, the skeleton army faced significant casualties.

From this, Fonhow discerned a critical flaw within his ranks, a lack of ranged units.

Although he could compel the skeleton soldiers to wield two-handed crossbows, their movements were stiff and sluggish, necessitating his personal guidance from the sidelines, a solution born of desperation.

Once the troops were reassembled, they pressed onward.

Ahead lay a wellpreserved edifice, a towering stone building, its summit marred by collapse, scattered with gray tiles and decaying beams.

The modeled stone walls still stood resolutely, exuding an air of durability, situated in the heart of the city.

Its distinctive architectural form suggested it might have been the Lord's manor or administrative hall.

Upon reaching the stone building, Fongghao exhaled deeply and instructed, "You few and those with you, come inside with me.

" The interior of the stone building was limited in space, incapable of accommodating so many skeleton soldiers.

Thus, he selected five skeleton trolls and 10 skeleton soldiers, directing the trolls to wait at the entrance, as their imposing stature was ills suited for the confined quarters.

The outer door of the building had decayed into fragments, and as he pushed it open, remnants of rotting would fell away.

Despite the passage of countless years, traces of the building's former grandeur and splendor, remained evident.

The carved patterns on the stone bricks, the decayed writing desks and carpets, and the once lustrous night glow stone chandelier, now rustladen and precarious, all hinted at a city that had once based in its own glory, now a mere ruin.

The reasons for his demise shrouded in mystery.

Just as Fong House scrutinized the room, searching for anything of value to salvage, several necromancers emerged from other chambers of the ancient building, knocking over a lamp from the table, producing a sharp sound.

Upon their emergence, they unleashed a barrage of magic towards Fong How and his companions.

A dull thud resonated as a magical water arrow struck fiercely against his round shield, sending a jolt through his body, causing him to lean back involuntarily.

The other skeleton soldiers also faced similar assaults.

In an instant, the already decrepit furniture splintered and debris scattered.

"Eliminate them," Fongo commanded, his gaze turning icy.

The skeleton soldiers launched their assault, shields raised, charging at the necromancers.

A cacophony of magic erupted, summoning one spectral servant after another to engage in ferocious combat with the advancing skeletons.

The intensity of the battle drew the attention of hidden necromancers lurking above.

As the skeleton army rallied in kind, the skeletal soldiers that were able to penetrate the defenses constituted merely a fraction of the army.

As an incessant stream of skeletons surged through the gates, relentlessly joining the fry, Fongghao wielded his iron sword, vanquishing a summoned spirit servant and advanced toward the necromancer.

The sword transformed into a gleaming arc of cold light, severing the opponent's raised arm.

The flesh had decayed, exposing the stark whiteness of bone.

With a single stroke, the wrist and the entire hand were cleaved off, disrupting the incantation.

The severed stump revealed grayish white flesh devoid of a single drop of blood.

The necromancer gazed in bewilderment at the fallen limb.

Raising his left hand a new to continue casting spells.

Crack.

With two swift strikes, Fonggha once again severed the left hand.

Deprived of both arms, the necromancer fell momentarily into confusion, unable to cast spells with composure, rendering effective counterattacks exceedingly difficult.

Surrounded by Fong Ho and the horde of skeletal warriors, the necromancer ultimately met his demise beneath the blade.

Although the necromancer s magical prowess was formidable, he proved utterly impotent when enemies closed in, particularly against the skeletal army, adept at overwhelming foes with sheer numbers.

He struggled to withstand their onslaught.

Once they closed the distance, they were subjected to a relentless barrage.

With each warrior bearing a sword, they could reduce the necromancer to a mere wisp of life.

As the second wave of attacks arrived, he was swiftly eradicated.

The skeletal army pressed onward, battling their way up the staircase until every necromancer lay defeated.

Those of you, go upstairs and check for any remaining enemies.

The rest, extinguish the flames.

Fong Ho commanded loudly as the battle concluded.

Among the fallen mages, several fire mages had unleashed a barrage of fire spells, igniting the flammable materials within the chamber.

The furniture in the stone tower was predominantly comprised of decaying wood, which flared up instantly upon contact with the fire magic.

The flames spread rapidly.

These mages had perished, oblivious to the threat posed by the inferno.

However, Fong Ho and the skeletal warriors shared this indifference to death.

battling through the flames until victory was secured.

Only then did they commence extinguishing the fire.

Unignited combustibles were tossed outside to mitigate the spread of the flames.

Fortunately, the ground floor was a spacious hall with minimal flammable materials.

After a short while of burning, and with the efforts to douse the flames, the fire was eventually subdued.

At this moment, the skeletal scouts who had ascended to inspect for enemies returned, confirming the absence of foes above.

If any enemies remained, they would have already engaged in combat.

Lower the chandelier and remove the night stones.

Fong how directed, casually moving from room to room.

He ordered the skeletons to carry any useful items that could be salvaged outside.

As he walked, he continued to give commands, eventually ascending to the third floor.

Upon entering the largest chamber, he beheld a skeletal figure clad in robes.

Languidly reclined in a wicker chair, appearing like a corpse long departed from this world.

Another boss.

Fongo instinctively took two steps back, but immediately dismissed the thought.

The remains of the elder mage type remains description.

Internal strife led the city to its demise.

former comrades turned foes and the aged leader unable to alter the course succumb to despair listening to the cries outside ultimately ending his own life.

When the target is revealed as remains it signifies that the individual has perished.

The description suggests that this city fell not to external forces but rather through a devastating internal conflict.

Confirming the absence of danger, Fong Ho proceeded directly into the chamber.

Behind a rocking chair stood an antiquated writing desk.

Its books long decayed and shattered.

Only a long earthtoned leather box remained intact, dusting off the surface of the box.

He unfassened the clasp and gently lifted the lid.

Suddenly, a surge of crimson energy enveloped the room.

Upon discerning the contents within the box, Fongo's pupils widened in astonishment.

It was a staff.

By heavens, how exquisite, he murmured in awe.

The staff was masterfully crafted, its wooden shaft adorned with intricate patterns, and at its pinnacle, a colossal red gem was encased.

A closer inspection revealed that the gem appeared to be ablaze with an inner fire.

Starfire, purple, category, staff, ability, Starfire.

description.

The fragility of life, unable to withstand even the smallest spark of Starfire.

Starfire summons meteorites to fall, igniting explosions upon impact.

Chapter 78.

The mage tower Fong How clutched his staff, elated beyond measure.

This journey had undeniably borne fruit as he had acquired a commendable piece of purple equipment.

Thanks to the effects of the mana revelation potion, his body was now more receptive to and aware of the magical elements surrounding him were it not for other considerations.

Fongha would likely have embarked on the path of a magical summoner.

This purple staff was indeed a perfect fit for him.

After savoring his excitement, Fonhao turned his gaze to the nearby remains.

He decided to transport the bones outside.

Two skeletons approached to lift the corpse from the rot tan chair.