That old trickster can save you now.
We are on the brink of death.
Addicted to being dogs.
The Blood Clan member spoke with fervor, his tongue slipping uncontrollably as he voiced his thoughts.
Hearing him, everyone looked up.
A dense throng of undead loomed endlessly.
Even if the Crimson Duke could slay the opposing leaders, rescuing them would be improbable.
Moreover, given the Crimson Duke's character, the likelihood of him abandoning them to retreat into the mists of the Moonlight Heights was far greater.
The two factions began to argue.
One side advocated for surrender, while the other contended that even if they laid down their weapons, the enemy might not spare them.
At that moment, Blood Hunter approached from behind.
Gazing at the remaining force of less than 10,000 mixed Bloodclan villagers.
He declared, "Eliminate all armed enemies.
" Upon hearing this, the encroaching skeletons showed no reaction.
However, the Blood Clan, seeing a glimmer of hope, began to toss their weapons, kneeling in earnest supplication.
The undead commenced to step over the surrendering foes.
Immediately, reinforcements arrived from the rear, binding all those who surrendered.
The sun gradually ascended the horizon.
The two orange heroes at top the city walls remained in a stalemate.
The Red Duke found it exceedingly difficult to vanquish Deitriga, while the latter had no effective means to counter the flying prowess of the Red Duke.
Thus, they remained locked in this deadlock until now.
The Red Duke cast a glance at the sun before reluctantly surveying the camp.
Filled with anger as he retreated into the mists of Hunya Heights.
After the departure of the Red Duke, Dimitria descended from the walls to survey the battlefield.
The skeletons began to mobilize, initiating the process of clearing the field.
As a commander, Dimitria pondered how to deal with the many blood clans and half-bloods among the captured.
The blood hunter spoke up, noting that once blood clans and half-bloods were transformed, it would be exceedingly difficult for them to revert to their former selves.
"Let us detain them for now and await the lords decision," he concluded.
Morning arrived.
Fong Hao was awakened once again by the sound of the conchk shell.
With a swift motion, he sprang from his bed, bringing the conchk close to his ear.
"My lord, last night we engaged the blood clans in direct combat.
The Red Duke escaped, but we captured thousands while eliminating the remaining enemies.
During the day, we shall officially lead an assault on Hya Heights.
Upon hearing this news, Fungho spirit sword, the Red Duke, an orange hero, possessed the distinct advantage of flight, making it nearly impossible to detain him.
However, the extermination of the remaining blood clans, aside from the captives, was indeed encouraging.
Given that the forces at Huyu Heights were already limited, there would likely be very few left within.
In high spirits, Fongo dawned his attire and stepped out of his room.
Eer was preparing breakfast and greeted him with a smile as he exited.
Standing before the Lord's Manor, he noted the time, 6:40 a.
m.
After completing a lap around the territory, he returned to the manor only to witness a skeletal dragon gently descending while carrying an enormous metallic sarcophagus with a thud.
The sarcophagus struck the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
Standing 2 m tall, the sarcophagus, adorned with a visage of a young woman, imparted an eerie sensation.
Residual mud and water marks from the previous night as transport still clung to its surface.
Deadly embrace silver coffin.
The name of this vertical coffin deadly embrace was surprisingly elegant.
Moreover, it was not the iron coffin as described by Dimitria.
Rather, it was crafted from silver.
However, considering the properties of silver, it was likely that iron or similar metals were incorporated to enhance its durability.
After a thorough examination, he found nothing else of interest.
He summoned a maid to fetch several skeletal trolls to transport the silver coffin beyond the territory.
Oh yes, my lord.
The maid shivered at the sight of the coffin before hastily departing.
Fonggho then roused Anja, intending for her to stand guard beside him.
Sitting upon the skeletal throne, he invoked the divine presence directly.
In the next moment, Fungha's consciousness descended upon a patrolling skeleton warrior outside his territory.
As he surveyed the surroundings, he noticed a maid directing two towering skeletal trolls to lift a silver coffin outside.
Fongo commenced his final preparations.
Half an hour later, a makeshift awning was erected above the coffin.
The skeleton warriors formed a shield formation in the shape of a encircling it with several layers.
Although the task indicated that helping her gather her body would significantly earn her loyalty, Fong Hao remained apprehensive without the constraints of a heroic contract, he wondered if he might stumble in this endeavor.
Nevertheless, there was no turning back now.
Open a coffin, Funghow commanded.
The two skeletal trolls swung their pickaxes, producing two resounding thuds that severed the binding iron chains.
With a slight exertion at the opening, a screeching noise erupted as the silver coffin slowly swung open like a door.
As it gradually revealed its contents, Fongghow's heart tightened.
The interior of the coffin was lined with protruding silver spikes, suggesting that when the coffin was closed, these spikes would pierce the body within.
As the coffin door fully opened, a body riddled with blood holes tumbled out.
She appeared to be a young woman, her skin pale and wrinkled.
Reminiscent of a corpse retrieved from drowning.
She looked to be in her early 20s.
Though Fonggha knew that the longevity of the blood clan rendered appearances deceptive, the woman s figure was slender, her eyes tightly shut.
Aside from the puncture wounds across her body, there was a fist-sized cavity where her heart once lay.
Bring me that heart, Fongo instructed.
The pulsating heart was handed to him, and as it drew closer to the body, its rhythm intensified, the sound growing louder.
When Fongo's skeletal hand cradled the heart near the astonishing void in the woman's chest, the flesh of the body and heart began to reconnect.
New blood vessels and muscles grew at a visible pace, and soon delicate skin began to form over her chest.
Simultaneously, the holes left by the silver spikes began to heal, and her pale skin regained a hint of color.
The lifeless form of a drowned woman gradually transformed into a strikingly beautiful young lady.
In the next heartbeat, the woman lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes wide.
At that very instant, the sky darkened, shrouded in ominous clouds that obscured the sun.
A chill ran through Fongo's heart.
Could he have miscalculated? Chapter 303.
The Mad Woman.
The moment the woman opened her eyes, the sky was drawn with a dark curtain.
Thick clouds enveloped the heavens like heavy cotton, casting a paw over the entire expanse.
A flicker of soul fire danced in fongous pupils, and an ominous premonition surged within him.
Before he could make further arrangements, the woman on the ground suddenly sprang to her feet.
Her gaze swept across the surroundings, ultimately settling on the partially opened vertical coffin beside her.
She roared, her hands relentlessly conjuring a series of blood red spears, hurling them towards the metallic sarcophagus.
Like a frenzied beast in a fit of rage, she unleashed her fury, accompanied by the piercing clamor of metal, the coffin was rendered unrecognizable, transforming the once smooth ground into a vast chasm.
Fonggho observed the woman in her wild frenzy and retreated to a safe distance, ordering his troops to fall back.
Fortunately, her wrath was directed solely at the coffin, sparing the surrounding army of the dead from her onslaught.
Lonely Knights Enchantress, Lorena and Tobias, dark gold tier five hero.
Indeed, she was a hero of dark gold caliber, an exquisitly beautiful yet deranged figure.
After a considerable time, the naked woman gradually regained her composure.
Majestic bat wings unfurled from her back, enveloping her exposed form.
Fonga tossed the garment towards her from afar.
There was ample time for her to vent her emotions.