Yes, there are a total of 72 mining sites.
However, due to the incessant disputes among the tribes and their mutual plundering, only a few have been able to sustain production, Klay responded, "We shall compile a comprehensive inventory and assign fixed villages for extraction to ensure stable efficiency.
" Fong how acknowledged, "To have 72 sites is indeed a testament to the richness of minerals in this region.
Once stable extraction is established, the resource needs of our territory will be sufficiently met.
Indeed, my lord, the Cold Wind Mountain Range primarily supplies mineral resources in exchange for other commodities.
If we can prevent the mutual raiding and the destruction of facilities, the output could potentially double, Klay remarked, standing by.
I will manage the logistics of supplies.
They need not worry about that.
As long as they fulfill their duties, they shall have ample food and warm clothing.
Fong how discern Clay's underlying intentions.
The resources here were traditionally exchanged, utilizing or to procure essential supplies such as food and daily necessities.
Fongo would manage these arrangements.
The only requirement was for them to fulfill their duties.
"Thank you, my lord.
As long as these needs are met, there will be no disturbances," he noted.
Fong Ho nodded, directing his gaze towards the side where the fire blade stood.
Fireblade Clipper, he called.
The two approached.
You both shall lead the troops to this location.
I will establish a fortress here, and you shall be responsible for its defense.
Fongghao pointed to the map, indicating the junction between the cold wind mountains and the bloodshed mountains.
Yes, my lord, they responded in unison.
Turning to the shaman Cly Fong house said, come with me for a moment.
Once the fortress is constructed, I will return you.
Oh, very well, my lord.
Fungho led Cly and Anya out of the chieftain's hall.
The trio mounted the skeletal dragon and hastened towards the designated junction.
In just half an hour, they arrived at the meeting point, a rugged landscape characterized by jagged rocks and strong winds.
The gales were so fierce that they forced their bodies to lean at an angle, requiring them to brace against the wind and move forward step by step.
My lord, this is indeed the junction.
Sod also considered erecting a fortress here.
Yet even traversing this terrain is exceedingly difficult, let alone constructing a defensive stronghold, Cly exclaimed, his voice barely audible over the howling winds.
Fong cast frost armor as gusts of wind sent stones hurtling towards him, creating ripples of blue light upon impact with his armor.
He opened the Lord's book and located the fortress option within the construction area.
fortress, 3,000 wood, 2,000 stone, 1,500 bricks, 500 iron, 120 metal components.
He selected the option to build.
A radiant light illuminated the area as the fortress arose, momentarily, causing the three to feel weightless, almost toppling over.
Cly, having never witnessed such a phenomenon, was aruck as the fortress materialized before their eyes.
Overcome with excitement, he murmured words of blessing and miracles.
Kneeling before Fong How once more, his loyalty increased by 10 points.
Rise, Fongghao commanded, initiating upgrades for the fortress and the construction of defensive arrow towers and magical defense towers.
Cly, arrange for some orcs to come here and assist Fireblade in the defense.
After the fortress was completed, Fong Howo instructed, "Certainly, my lord.
I will make the necessary arrangements.
Nearly half an hour later, Fireblade arrived with a large contingent.
Cold Wind City had retained 200 soldiers.
While over 1 million undead soldiers have been brought along, Fireblade, you shall remain here on guard.
Clipper, you too, and follow Fireblade's unified commands.
Fonga declared, "Yes, my lord.
I will heed Fireblade's orders.
My lord, does this mean I am now considered a commander?" Clipper, whose injuries had healed swiftly, spoke with a voice less horse than before.
"What commander?" Fungho inquired.
Curiosity peaked.
"Indeed, it is the kind of position where one manages several individuals with hands clasped.
The character known as Jas asked in a hesitant manner.
" "This little green fellow is quite enamored with authority.
" "Very well, if you perform admirably, the skeletal giant bat shall be under your command," replied Fong Hao.
Not quite, my lord.
I wish to manage some orcs.
Please allocate a few orcs for me to oversee.
Jas hurly explained.
He was less interested in leading mere skeletons and yearn for a contingent of orc warriors who would heed his command.
Your diligence will determine your fate.
If you excel, an entire battalion shall be entrusted to you.
Fongo stated, "Thank you, my lord.
Thank you.
" Jas expressed his gratitude, grinning widely.
While Jas could manage a portion of the aerial troops, his attributes were not particularly impressive.
Commanding a grand army would likely prove challenging.
However, it was essential not to dampen his aspirations.
Thus, Fongghao could only offer such encouragement for the time being.
After naming this location Frost Wind Fortress East, Fonggha and his companions returned to Frostwind City.
They took a stroll through the territory and under the guidance of Cly arrived at the industrial district of Frostwind City.
Here several warehouses had been constructed brimming with a plethora of ores.
Nearby stood a smelting factory dedicated to processing these minerals.
My lord, there are typically orc blacksmiths forging weapons and smelting iron or here.
Cly pointed to the desolate factory, softly introducing it.
This was once a sight of prosperity until the defeat of Sao, leading to the necroantic army's occupation and the cessation of operations.
Very well, we shall arrange for work to resume at the appropriate time, Fonga replied.
Within the warehouse, various tools were produced in bulk, and the number of smelting furnaces was increased to 200.
Regardless of the quantity, it was imperative that it not be insufficient.
In due course, he planned to recruit some skeletal blacksmiths to allocate here, transforming the site into a robust iron works.
After exploring Frost Wind City, they returned to the chieftain's hall.
At that moment, Anja was orchestrating the skeletal minions, unloading numerous chests filled with gold coins coins.
Such a vast fortune.
Fonggho's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Retain 5000 beast head gold and load the remainder onto the skeletal dragon," he instructed.
As Frost Wind City was an indigenous settlement, wages for workers in the factories and mines needed to be dispersed in beast head gold, necessitating a reserve.
Eventually, Funghao planned to open several shops here, allowing for the capital to be recouped and establishing a sustainable cycle.
Oh, Anjhao acknowledged, then pointed to a group of skeletons at the back, indicating a white iron chest.
Please open it and see what treasures lie within.
White iron.
Fungho paused, then quickly realized it must refer to silver.
If it were indeed a silver chest, it would be rather disappointing.
The conquest of the Frost Wind Mountains had been the most significant battle since his arrival in this world.
The enemy had mobilized nearly 800 000 troops while he had commanded over 5 million.
Surely, he thought, it could not be reduced to merely a silver chest.
Bring it over, Fongo beckoned.
Two skeletons approached from behind, bearing a colossal gleaming white metal chest.
Platinum chest, one of them declared.