" "Boss, you're here!" Jeang Bin exclaimed, striding toward him.

At this moment, Jeang Bin appeared somewhat different from their last encounter.

His upper body was bare, showcasing his sun-kissed skin and well-defined muscles.

Fong Hao cast aside his knights sword and armor.

Playfully inquiring, "Were you a bodybuilding coach?" "Not at all," Jeang Bin replied slightly embarrassed as he scratched his head.

The previous night, he had wrestled with his resolve, but ultimately decided to consume the stamina enhancing potion Fong How had given him.

After enduring a wave of muscle soreness, he was astonished to discover his newfound strength.

He now possessed both pectoral and abdominal muscles and could effortlessly wield the night sword.

That morning, he had ventured out bare-chested to exercise, seizing the chance to showcase his physique to the town's folk.

Add Dong Jua to the party, Fong House stated directly.

A girl boss, you're impressive.

Jeang Bin seized the opportunity to flatter him.

After the addition, a flash of light appeared, revealing a striking figure before them.

The girl, appearing to be around 21 or 22, dawned Orish iron armor with a blue modern long-sleeve shirt visible from her sleeves.

Her ponytail swayed as she stood there, exuding a certain charm.

One hand cradled a metallic helmet while the other grasped the spear, its tip angled toward the ground.

The girl slightly opened her eyes and locked gazes with the two individuals before her, a fleeting glint of intensity flashing across her face.

Goodness, could it be that Dong Jua hails from a lineage of heroins? She surveyed the duo, ultimately resting her gaze upon Jeang Bin.

It must be said that Jeang Bin was indeed quite a sight to behold, completely bare, wielding a knight's sword with an air of grandeur.

In contrast, Funghao sat nearby, fanning himself with his hand, resembling a community watchman.

Brotherho, Dongjua approached Jeang Bin directly, calling out, taken a back for a moment.

Jeang Bin quickly regained his composure.

Boss, Miss Dong is looking for you, he stepped aside, realizing he had mistakenly addressed the wrong person.

Dong Jayua has cheeks flushed crimson.

She then approached Fong Hao, uncertainly inquiring.

Brotherho, indeed.

Fonggho nodded, then turned to Jeang Bin.

Xang Bin, fetcher some gear.

We shall soon be setting off.

Understood.

Dong Juis orc iron armor had been provided by Fong Hao.

And while it was adequate, the forthcoming battle was uncertain, necessitating a better outfit.

It would also enhance their overall team quality.

Brother How, you're quite commendable.

Dong Jua seated herself beside him at a loss for words to express her gratitude to this savior.

quite well.

I presume your territory has been thriving lately.

Funhao countered.

In their channel, they could exchange pleasantries, yet face to face, they found themselves at a loss for conversation.

After a few casual exchanges, Jeang Bin approached, bearing the iron armor and sword.

He dawned his own iron suit, complimented by a black iron kite shield and a black iron knight sword.

Miss Dong, let us switch out your equipment.

The time approaches.

Oh, very well.

Thank you, brother.

Jeang Bin.

Dong Jawuer responded.

No need for thanks.

These are all the boss's provisions.

Jang Bin clarified.

Dong Xiaawuera removed her orc iron armor and dawned a superior quality plate armor.

Since she was already dressed beneath, there was no need to change in a separate room.

Fong Hao began his preparations as well, awaiting the commencement of the mission.

The trio rested for approximately half an hour before a prompt appeared.

Historical campaign.

The predicament of Erha.

Mission description.

Assist Erin Ha in overcoming the predicament.

Trial mission teleportation countdown 3 2 1.

A radiant light enveloped the three.

And in the next moment, the sounds of chaos and weeping filled their ears.

These undead son, my son, the three materialized on the second floor of an inn in a private chamber.

Through the gaps in the window, they could see women and children congregated in the hall below, as if a city had suffered some assault with everyone seeking refuge here.

Knock, knock, knock.

A man's voice echoed from outside.

Gentlemen, the captain requests your presence.

Exchanging glances, the trio understood that the narrative was about to unfold.

The door swung open.

Lead the way, please.

As they traversed a corridor past the tavern, the trio was ushered into the final room.

The door swung open to reveal several welle equipped officers engrossed in a map voseiferously deliberating strategies.

Upon the entrance of the three, the officers fell silent.

Human warrior fourth tier, a mere fourth tier.

It appears that as Fonghouse surmised, without the need for a military contingent, the assignments for traversers would not be exceedingly challenging.

"Please take a seat," the leading middle-aged officer gestured.

Evidently, the captain referred to by the soldiers.

The trio settled into their chairs.

"This village boasts many advantageous locations, yet your arrival is illtimed," the captain began.

"Captain, what transpired here? Is there an area where we might offer our assistance?" Funo inquired, steering the conversation directly to the matter at hand.

The captain nodded gravely.

"Last night, a horde of undead assailed the village.

The situation is dire and my forces are severely outnumbered.

Thus, I have summoned you three in hopes of reclaiming the village.

What must we do? Fongghao pressed further.

For the north lies our armory.

Regaining control of that facility would significantly alter the tide of battle.

Understood.

Please provide me with a map.

Chapter 173.

The armory.

Upon exiting the tavern, the trio swiftly made their way northward.

Villagers bustled in and out, tending to the wounded and transporting supplies to the front lines.

It was no wonder that the tavern's hall was filled solely with women and children.

The men were all engaged in aiding outside.

Boss, the undead, you're most familiar with them, Jeang Bin whispered, drawing closer.

Familiar? The intellect of the undead is quite low.

They cannot be reasoned with.

Fongo replied.

What do you mean by familiar? By the way, how? Your territory has undead structures.

Does that relate to our current mission? Dong Jauer inquired.