Indeed, let us converse inside.

In the hall, Fonggha occupied the seat of honor, surrounded by several heroes, except for Blood Hunter and Nelson.

The remaining members were present.

The intelligence gathered by these two scouts was limited.

Much of it derived from hearsay within the Crush Skull Tribe, necessitating validation of its authenticity.

However, the alliance between the Crush Skull Tribe and the Troll Clan was highly likely given that the Crush Skull Tribe in its current state could not hope to contend with Fongghow alone and thus sought external assistance.

The Troll Clan across the mountains represented that aid.

It appeared that the territory had once again entered a state of heightened military readiness.

Tok, have you received any reports from the scouts you dispatched? Fonha directed his gaze towards the Bronze Bowl.

The enemy's scouts have returned.

Surely ours have conveyed at least some information.

My lord, we have received details regarding the scattered tribes of the Cold Wind Mountains along with a map.

However, news concerning the Crush Skull Tribe is limited, the Bronze Bull responded, rising to report.

The Crush Skull Tribe has united the various tribes within the Cold Wind Mountains, ranging from few hundred to several thousand warriors, unlike Fong's domain, which is predominantly consolidated around several major cities.

Moreover, the rugged terrain of the mountains and the harsh environment render the mapping of the area quite challenging.

Are you familiar with the bloodthrow tribe of trolls? Fonggho continued to inquire.

I have heard of them.

They are a rather formidable tribe.

Please share what you know.

I have also heard some tales.

It seems that the bloodthrow tribe was once quite powerful, having conquered this continent, but later faced a siege from the dragon kin and elves, resulting in their near annihilation.

However, a portion managed to take refuge in the mountains.

Copper Bull elaborated.

His knowledge was limited as it was not an era he belonged to.

What he knew came from the tales passed down by the elders.

The veracity of these stories remains unverified, let alone the intelligence.

So, it is quite likely that their chieftain is indeed an orange hero.

Funha mused while stroking his chin.

Quite likely indeed.

Just now the corpse mentioned the mountain referred to by the bloodthroat tribe.

Which mountain is it? Funhao pressed on.

Copper Bull replied, "It is called the Bloody Mountains, which are essentially a part of the Cold Wind Mountains.

However, due to the extensive length of the range and its occupation by various factions, they have been distinguished as the Cold Wind Mountains and the Bloody Mountains.

" Fonhow produced the Lord's book and opened the map.

Please point out to me, Copper Bull indicated the location of the mountain on the map.

In fact, Fonho had visited the Bloody Mountains before.

It is the mountain range of the dragon's grave.

The terrain is indeed rugged and desolate, located to the north of the pigman tribe.

Should the trolls launch an attack from there, he would need to make thorough preparations.

Otherwise, the assault would reach his doorstep.

Copper Bull, please return and diligently gather intelligence.

Fireblade should remain vigilant and be wary of the spies sent by Skull Crusher, Fongo advised.

At this juncture, they were still in the phase of reconnaissance.

It was not yet time to mobilize troops significantly or to shut down the market.

Yes, my lord, they replied.

After discussing their subsequent plans, Fong Ha led the two heroes back to their territory.

Upon returning to the territory, he summoned Yur and together they proceeded to the Faceless One's hut.

The Faceless One's hut served as an intelligence agency where one could purchase desired information for a fee.

Upon entering, they found the place deserted.

Fungho approached behind the counter, opened the mailbox, and retrieved the intelligence forms within.

You please write on this one about the Skull Crusher tribe of the Cold Wind Mountains detailing their recent battle plans and troop numbers.

Fongo instructed your picked up a pen from the counter and began to fill out the form according to Fongghow specifications.

Fonhow then took a second form.

This one should note the bloodthrow tribe of the Bloody Mountains, including hero levels, battle plans, and troop numbers.

your filled out the second form as well.

Funghoa tossed both forms in the mailbox and quietly waited for two to three minutes.

Clang.

The mailbox made a sound.

Upon opening it, he found a metal tag inscribed with the number 500.

It signifies that these two pieces of information require 500 war fire coins, a rather exorbitant price.

Arranging for someone to prepare the 500 war fire coins, they were swiftly deposited into the mailbox and the lid was securely fastened.

Upon reopening, the contents were utterly vacant.

This should suffice as the completion of the operation with both parties having reached an agreement.

As long as the designated personnel await here, they shall be informed of any results.

Ear, assign a maid to monitor this place, and should any intelligence appear in the mailbox, deliver it to me immediately.

Fong Hao instructed as the two exited the Faceless One's abode.

However, it remained uncertain when the other party would send the information.

It certainly could not be collected monthly, for by then the war would have concluded without any news.

Understood.

Master ear nodded in acknowledgement.

As night descended, a skeletal dragon cloaked in the shadows soared towards the city of Plural.

The blood hunter's dark deception allowed the dragon to meld seamlessly into the darkness, evading all sentinels, and effortlessly glided into the skies above plural.

Fongghao extended his withered finger, pointing distantly at a room on the second floor of a tavern.

The blood hunter nodded slightly, leaping from the skeletal dragon and unfurling its enormous bat-like wings, diving directly into the second floor.

Who goes there? I'll help.

The room soon erupted in a cacophony of battle cries and anguished whales.

Chapter 193.

The diary of old Euong.

How sat a stride the skeletal dragon.

listening to the anguished cries emanating from the now darkened tavern were it not for the looming threat posed by the bloodthrow tribe.

He would not be so hastily inclined to eliminate them.

However, with dangers arising from the north, it was imperative to eradicate any potential hazards from the south.

Thus, these individuals had chosen an opportune moment to provoke him.

The cacophony of screams lasted merely 5 minutes before Blood Hunter emerged from the window, hoisting an elderly man.

With powerful bat-like wings unfurling, he landed upon the skeletal dragon that hovered in the air.

At that moment, the tavern's first floor flickered to life with candle light.

Accompanied by the inkeeper's inquiries.

"My lord, is this the old man?" "Indeed.

Let us return, Blood Hunter replied, gently patting the neck of the skeletal dragon, which then soared toward their territory.

In the Lord's Hall, Fong How sat regally upon a throne fashioned from bones, while an elderly man clad in nightclo knelt before him, still in a state of astonishment.

"You, you are that young man from the tavern this morning.

" The old man recognized Fong Hao immediately.

Sharp eyes you possess, Fong Ho commended, continuing, "The bounty you posted has caused me considerable trouble.

I wish to know how you came to learn of the ancient tomb and the purpose behind your bounty.

" Old Efu scanned the surroundings.

Aside from a beasted hero, the hall was filled with an assembly of skeletal undead.

My lord, I am Ephu.

My grandfather left behind a diary and a key, and it was this clue that led me to seek the ancient tomb.

The bounty placed upon you was merely a misunderstanding.

The mercenaries I hired discovered your party's trail and issued the bounty.