Who are we fighting this time? The copper bowl.

Fongghao<unk>s words caused the soup that Injia had just taken a mouthful of to erupt from her lips.

The Copper Bull in this region commands not only formidable strength but also considerable prestige.

This prestige has the power to unite the orc factions long engaged in mutual pillaging to establish the mana market.

It is evident how significant the copper bull status is in this area.

Tok, he is not so bad.

Why would you want to fight him? And Jia inquired softly.

She was well aware of the might of Fong How's undead army.

With the addition of a skeletal dragon, even the copper bull would be no match.

Not to mention the golden and silver bulls would be reduced to mere rubble.

A message from Shiau arrived, indicating that the copper bull would join forces with Skull Crusher to invade our territory, thus necessitating preparations to diminish the enemy's combat strength.

Fonhow continued to eat while speaking.

The copper bull tail's reputation also weighed heavily on Fongghow's mind.

He could persuade the surrounding orc tribes to lay down their arms and engage in peaceful trade at the Mana market, yet simultaneously incite them to attack an undead city.

Therefore, the issue of the Copper Bull must be addressed.

If peaceful resolution proves unattainable, then he must be eliminated.

Either he becomes one of my purple heroes or he ends up as a purple skeleton hero.

The distinction lies solely in the potential for future advancement.

Oh, very well.

I'll take those bull horns of his as a decorative piece.

Funghow nearly spat in disbelief.

The worst case scenario involves killing the copper bull.

And now you're already coveting his horns.

All right, I shall set off ahead of time.

You will lead 50,000 infantry to this location, he said, indicating a city on the map within the Lord's tome pointing to Jeang Bin's territory.

Oh, understood.

And Jia nodded.

After finishing their breakfast and exchanging a few words with the air, Fungho mounted his skeletal dragon, accompanied by 101 skeletal dragons laden with skeletal trolls, and they soared toward the direction of Manim.

Meanwhile, in Jeang Bin's territory, he lay on his bed, appearing somewhat haggarded.

The previous day's lordly assault mission had significantly shaken him.

Particularly distressing was the revelation that Fong Hao's territory lay to the west of his own, especially after Fong How severed Lee Tang's head and shared the gruesome image in the channel.

That night, he was plagued by nightmares, repeatedly witnessing his own head being severed by Fong Ho.

Even upon waking, he instinctively touched his neck to assure himself of its continued connection to his body, fearing a separation of head and torso.

My lord, we have hunted some beasts.

Please come down and help us with the dismemberment.

Called a soldier from outside the window.

The soldiers were perplexed.

Wondering why their normally early rising lord had not yet emerged at this hour.

Ah, I shall descend immediately.

Jeang called out as he hastily dawned his attire and made his way downstairs.

In front of the lord's manor lay two unicorn goats.

Spoils of war claimed by the soldiers that morning.

Utilizing the butchering function of a lord's book, Jeang Bin proceeded to slaughter the two goats.

With the meat and materials, automatically segregating and entering the warehouse.

My lord, you appear unwell.

Are you ill? A soldier quietly inquired, noticing Jeang Bin's power.

No witties, just a lack of rest.

Once I am down, I shall join you for the hunt, Jean Bin replied, just as he intended to turn back and change into his armor.

A sudden shadow darkened the sky.

Instinctively looking up, he beheld a colossal figure blotting out the sun above, reminiscent of a looming storm cloud.

Clang, the weapons in the soldiers hands clattered to the ground.

The expressions of everyone, including Jeang Bin, transformed into sheer terror as their legs trembled.

It was a dragon, a horde of nearly 100 massive skeletal dragons.

with a resounding whoosh.

Each enormous bone dragon folded its wings, its colossal claws landing directly upon the city wall, encircling the territory in a formidable display.

Fongo descended from the back of a dragon, accompanied by heroes and skeletal trolls, and approached Jong Bin.

"You must be Jeang Bin.

I am Fong Ho.

Our territories are not far apart," he said, flashing a congenial smile in an attempt to alleviate the tense atmosphere.

Fongghao had encountered Jong Bin on numerous occasions, but only through the perspective of the skeletal minions.

This was the first time he was seeing him in person.

Jeang Bin appeared slightly older, nearing 30, clad in a somewhat faded shirt and trousers, indicative of a former office worker.

However, the dark circles under his eyes were quite pronounced, surely a sign of some ailment.

While Fong Hao scrutinized Jong Bin, the latter's response faltered, leaving him somewhat disoriented by the conversation.

The man before him was Fongghao, flanked by two undead heroes along with a multitude of skeletal dragons and trolls.

Fongghao's power had evidently reached extraordinary heights.

Thus, his arrival could only signify one purpose, to take his life.

The ominous premonition from his dreams had indeed come to fruition.

His head was surely forfeit.

With a sudden weakness in his legs, he collapsed to the ground.

Fong Ho, I implore you, spare my life.

Chapter 133.

The second subordinate city Jeang Bin knelt on the ground, his face ashen.

The ghastly sight of Lee Tong<unk>s decapitation from the previous day lingered incessantly in his mind.

This overwhelming fear rendered his legs trembling and his thoughts vacant.

Fonggho furrowed his brow and inquired, "Who seeks to take your life? Speak up.

" Upon hearing that his own life was not in jeopardy, Jeang Bin cautiously lifted his head.

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly rose to his feet.

Fong Hao, esteemed leader, what brings you here? Jeang Bin felt compelled to reconfirm.

Given the grandiose display of presence, it was evident that Fong Hao did not come merely for idol conversation.

Let us discuss matters inside.

Fong Ho replied, stepping into the Lord's Hall as if it were his own domain.

Jang Bin, having welcomed Fong Hao on several occasions, was well acquainted with the layout of the territory.

As everyone entered the chamber, Jang Bin hurly approached the lord's seat, dusting off the surface.

Fong Hao, esteemed leader.

Please take the seat.

Fong Hao, exhibiting no hesitation, sat down promptly.

Jeang Bin settled beside him, clearing his throat, and inquired with curiosity.

May I ask what brings you to my humble abode? Whatever it may be, I am at your service.

Despite Fong Hoa s assurance of his safety, his voice trembled slightly.

Indeed, there are certain matters to discuss, Fongghao replied.

Jeang Bin<unk>s heart tightened, and he continued, "Then uh please inform me, and I shall see to it.

" Fong Hao elaborated.

"In the coming days, I will engage in warfare with a large tribe to the east whose forces exceed 10,000.

Your territory lies precariously between us, rendering it quite perilous.

Huh? What? What should I do? Jeang Bin's complexion grew increasingly grim.

Fongghao had no reason to deceive him, possessing overwhelming strength that rendered Jeang Bin powerless to oppose him.

Thus, whatever Fong Hao communicated was undoubtedly the truth.

Zang Bin, we are fellow countrymen, and given our proximity, we ought to support one another, standing united, Fong House stated, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Do you comprehend my intention? Jeang Bin's mind felt muddled.