He could even attempt to seize the bandits camp.
Conversely, should he fail, his fate would be sealed, rendering his territory and equipment inconsequential.
Is it insufficient in the channel? Fungho inquired.
In the regional channel, he had listed tens of thousands of pieces of equipment, including those discarded by his own troops and items salvaged from spoils.
Were these not ample for his utilization? Funhao, this is what I wish to convey.
My numbers are limited and I must possess an advantage in equipment.
Therefore, I would like to exchange for quality gear for 500 men in exchange for linen from you, promising that in future transactions, I will offer linen at half the original price.
What do you think? Perhaps due to the frequency of their conversations, Deng s message was lengthy yet conveyed his thoughts clearly.
The bandits outnumbered him, and to secure victory, he needed a significant edge in equipment.
Thus, the white and green gear available in the channel could not fulfill his requirements, prompting him to seek his fortune with Fong Hao.
Fong Ha did not respond immediately.
The notion of an equitable exchange with a future price reduction for Linen was indeed acceptable for a long-term partnership with Deng Bin.
He was not particularly in need of those few hundred pieces of equipment.
However, Fonhow harbored doubts regarding the veracity of Deng Bin swords.
It was conceivable that Deng Bin for some reason might fabricate a lie to swindle him out of a batch of equipment.
I can accept the terms.
But how can I trust your word? Fong house stated candidly.
A silence ensued.
After several minutes, Dingbin sent another message.
Image, this is me.
We are in the same region and will inevitably cross paths.
If I deceive you, you are free to kill me upon our next encounter.
Funhow opened the image.
It was a photograph taken from the Lord s book depicting a person standing under a torch light, short hair, wearing a linen short-sleeve shirt with a bare left arm adorned with colorful tattoos.
Despite a somewhat androgynous appearance, it was evident that this individual was a woman, likely not one to be trifled with even before her crossing into this realm.
Specify the equipment you require in detail so I can send it to you.
Given her declaration that she would accept death if she lied.
What more could he say? Thank you, esteemed one.
I shall remember this favor.
I require 500 sets of armor, 300 spears, bows, and arrows.
Dang bin continued, and Fong Hao, in accordance with her requests, listed the equipment for the designated trade.
The transaction was swiftly completed and Fongghao received a substantial amount of linen.
As per their agreement, the price for linen in future transactions would be reduced by 50% if she could survive.
For Fong Hao, this arrangement proved advantageous.
The following day, Fong Ho completed his morning exercises and glanced at the clock, noting it was already past 8.
He proceeded to the bedroom to rouse and jaw from her cozy nest, then descended to partake in breakfast.
After their meal, he took Injia to the Cold Wind mountain range.
The bone dragon descended upon Cold Wind City where Lord Demagodwaited.
The skeletal hero, Shattered Skull, and the orc shaman Cly emerged to greet him.
Ah, Shattered Skull, guide me on a tour of the various mines.
Fonha remained seated at top the bone dragon.
His purpose for visiting the Cold Wind Mountain Range today was to upgrade the equipment in the mines.
In addition to the white steel mining picks, he intended to craft mine tracks and carts to enhance the efficiency of the mining operations.
Yes, my lord, shattered skull replied, mounting the bone dragon and indicating the location of a mine.
The bone dragon soared into the sky, heading toward the designated spot to commence the construction of mine tracks and carts.
Meanwhile, at the boundary of the Huiwa Heights, a vast encampment had been established by the newly formed undead army with 700 undead troops prepared and orc messengers interspersed among the ranks.
Commander Deitiga affirmed.
The army is ready to march at any moment.
Blood Hunter landed beside Domiga.
Speaking softly, Domiga looked up at the sky and then surveyed the thick fog enveloping Huiwa Heights.
This region was perpetually shrouded in mist, rendering even daylight dim under its cloak.
Let's depart, Domiga commanded.
Signals were raised high, and the battalion began its advance.
As they stepped into the fog, the terrain remained relatively even, though the dense mist rendered the atmosphere somewhat damp.
Mushrooms thrived upon the tree trunks, resembling tumors that bloomed after an ailment.
Green moss adorned the rocks, and as they ventured deeper, Domiga recognized the emerging dilemma.
The fog thickened, obscuring their sense of direction with each step.
He required a guide, someone well-versed in the local terrain.
Suddenly, a rustling sound emanated from the thicket ahead.
In the next moment, a figure sprang forth from the underbrush, stumbling as it regained its footing, only to find itself confronted by the undead army.
After standing frozen for two seconds, it turned and fled in the opposite direction.
Seize him, Domiga commanded Culie.
With a swift motion, Blood Hunter unfurled his bat-like wings and darted forth, swiftly pinning the fleeing individual to the ground, drawing a dagger to pry open his mouth and inspect his teeth.
Chapter 296.
Kongyong 2 hours prior at the Huiwa Highlands village burns.
Number four, the governance system of the Huiwa Highlands diverges significantly from that of the outside world.
Each blood clan is tasked with overseeing its designated village.
The villagers within these settlements resemble slaves nurtured by the blood clans compelled not only to fulfill assigned duties, but also to pay a regular blood tax.
Should another blood clan overstep its boundaries to seize inhabitants or extort blood taxes, it could incite conflict between them.
village Burns No, for is the fourth settlement managed by the Burns Blood Clan.
Within a modest dwelling, a pale and emaciated girl lay unconscious, having succumbed to excessive blood loss.
A pale-blooded individual cloaked in a heavy hood declared, "Captain, this girl is on the brink of death.
" Despite the dire state of the girl, the pale-blooded one continued to draw blood, crimson liquid flowing into a container.
The one referred to as the captain glanced at the unconscious girl and then at the two shriveled corpses nearby.
Those of the girl's parents drained of their lifeblood.
The captain, with an impassive demeanor, remarked, "At this point, it would be better to let her die outright.
The castle is collecting bodies, and we can send her there.
" "All right," as you say, the pale-blooded individual responded, persisting in his grim task.
Suddenly, the door was forcefully pushed open.
A young man entered.
His gaze swept over the two corpses before settling on the two pale-blooded individuals and the unconscious girl.
Kong Yong, are you tired of living? Can't you see we are busy? The pale-blooded ones served as the fangs of the blood clan, also acting as enforcers in the Huiwa Highlands, and none dare provoke them.
My lord, if you continue, she will perish.
I can cover the difference.
Kong Yong quickly rolled up his sleeves.
Get lost.
You'll have your turn shortly, the captain retorted, resuming his grim activity.
Hearing the insult, Kong Yong<unk>s eyes narrowed as he cast a glance at the remaining militia beside him.
Silently, he drew a silver dining knife concealed at his waist.
The knife, polished to perfection, bore a sharp and pointed tip.
In the next moment, he lunged at the captain, covering his mouth.
The silver knife pierced the neck.
As the blade broke the skin, the captain's throat began to swell and burst.
Kong Yong drove the knife in repeatedly, reducing the captain's neck to a mass of mangled flesh.
Meanwhile, the militia had already engaged with another pale-blooded individual.
Kong Yong rushed forward, plunging the knife into the heart of the pale-blooded one.
With the two pale-blooded enforcers slain, the air became thick with the stench of blood.
Fortunately, the villages were isolated from one another, temporarily preventing the arrival of additional enforcers.
Gasping for breath, Kong Yong heard the faint rustling sound from outside the door.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke.