As he hastened towards the ogre stronghold, with pounding hooves, he galloped forward, disregarding the wild beasts encountered along the way.

fixated solely on his objective.

Two hours later, as he approached the ogre stronghold, he pulled the rains to bring the skeletal steed to a halt.

The area was rocky, surrounded by mountains, creating a terrain reminiscent of a depression.

In the distance, the ogre stronghold was discernible, marked by chaotic structures and the looming figures of its inhabitants.

Fong house sought intelligence and once again invoked divine possession to change his target.

Merging with the skeletal giant bat.

Soaring into the sky, he flew towards the ogre stronghold.

From his aerial vantage point, the entirety of the stronghold unfolded beneath him.

The outpost was constructed against the mountains devoid of any defensive walls.

Aside from the dilapitated tents, the ground was littered with bones and various severed heads mounted on stakes.

Ogre level seven.

The ogres were grotesqually large, towering at nearly 3 meters, clad only in a loin cloth and wielding massive clubs, categorizing them as a level seven combat unit.

The skeletal giant bat perched upon the mountain side, counting the numbers, which proved to be substantial with over 50 ogres present.

After tallying the count, Fong How did not linger.

He returned to the skeletal cavalrymen and issued the command to return to their territory.

Chapter 70.

The battle against the ogre.

Upon releasing the divine state, Fonghow rose from his bed and stepped outside the lord's wooden cabin.

To his surprise, over 57th tier soldiers awaited him.

It was no wonder, for there were no tribes in the vicinity of the ogre stronghold.

They had likely been eradicated long ago, becoming mere sustenance for the ogres.

Even Fong how found himself hesitating at that moment.

The endeavor to obliterate the ogre stronghold would inevitably incur substantial casualties.

Was it truly worth the sacrifice? As he pondered, a laboring skeleton passed by, holding a freshly forged iron block.

Upon seeing the iron block, Fongo's eyes lit up.

Indeed, he also possessed newly acquired equipment blueprints.

Once the entire contingent dawned upgraded gear and enhanced their defenses, the potential for severe losses might be mitigated.

With this thought, Funha's confidence surged a new, prompting him to confront the ogres.

He examined the crafting section and discovered three new equipment blueprints.

Plate armor green, arm guards green, iron round shield green.

All three were of green quality.

The plate armor and arm guards had been obtained from the bronze bull.

And until now, Fungha had not acquired the blueprints for iron plates, thus refraining from equipping his soldiers.

Yesterday, however, he had found the blueprint for the iron round shield and its crafting specifications in the treasure chest obtained during the assault on the mine.

Plate armor, leather 12, iron six, iron plate four, arm guards, leather five, iron three, iron plate two, iron round shield with 12, metal parts, five, iron plate two.

Tasked with the safety of the territory, there were 54 0000 skeleton soldiers patrolling the perimeter.

Moreover, Fong possessed 18 867 writhing vertebrae at his disposal.

Should he choose, he could summon a sea of the undead to vanquish all foes.

However, it had not yet come to the point of utilizing all the writhing vertebrae.

First, he would equip the 54 0000 skeleton soldiers, including those stationed in the Pigman village and the Shadow Wind Fortress.

He aimed to craft 60 000 sets of equipment.

The warehouse contained 174 iron blocks, prompting him to commence the production of iron plates, iron plate, iron block 2, producing the total resulted in 87 plates.

100fold amplification triggered, resulting in eight 787 iron plates.

With materials plentiful, he continued crafting the equipment.

The quantities for plate armor, arm guards, and iron round shields were each set to 600.

100fold amplification triggered, yielding 60 600 plate armors.

100fold amplification triggered, yielding 60 600 arm guards.

100fold amplification triggered, yielding 60, 600 iron round shields.

In an instant, it felt as though the heavens had collapsed.

An abundance of green light illuminated the territory.

Equipment piled high in every corner surrounding Fong Halo.

The quantity far surpassed any previous multiplications.

Even air within the wooden cabin heard the clatter of iron armor and cautiously peaked out to investigate.

Fongo casually picked up a nearby piece of equipment to examine it.

The plate armor and arm guards were enveloped in a layer of iron, thereby enhancing the defensive capability of the armor.

The ironclad small round shield was similarly encased in iron sheeting over its wooden structure.

It can be asserted that the addition of these three pieces of equipment effectively doubled the overall defensive strength of the soldiers, significantly augmenting their combat prowess in battle.

Once the equipment was completed, Fong Hao invoked his divine presence, possessing a skeletal cavalryman and summoned all soldiers in the vicinity of his territory to return for an equipment upgrade.

After all soldiers had dawned their new gear, Fong Ho compiled a total of 30 0000 infantry and two 0000 skeletal soldiers equipped with double-handed crossbows, forming a formidable contingent of 3200 troops.

Returning to his chamber, Fong Ho again employed his divine presence, this time embodying a skeletal soldier and led his vast army of 10,000 forth from the territory, advancing towards the ogre stronghold.

3 hours later, as the army neared the stronghold, the usual wild beasts that roamed the area were conspicuously absent.

Aside from the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by the breeze, there was an eerie silence devoid of the chirping of insects or the calls of birds.

These ogres are indeed formidable.

Even the birds dare not approach, Fongo murmured as he surveyed his surroundings.

Indeed, the seventh tier represented the highest rank of soldiers if Fongo had encountered since his arrival.

Neither the orc tribes nor the common minotaurs of the mana market had reached such a level.

Coupled with the ogre's savage and gluttonous nature, the surrounding area had effectively transformed into a no man's land devoid of wildlife and villages.

The troops pressed forward with haste, the iron armor clinking with each movement.

Before long, they approached the stronghold as perimeter, their sizable army drawing the attention of the ogres, who rose from their positions, wielding massive wooden clubs.

With a roar, over 50 colossal ogres charged forth.

The ground trembled and leaves scattered in the wind.

"Archers, fire at will," Fonhau commanded loudly.

The air was filled with the sound of whistling iron arrows as the ogres shielded their heads with their arms, their advance unyielding.

Several ogres were promptly pierced by arrows, blood spilling from their bodies and limbs.

When the ogres were within 500 m, Fongo issued a command for a full-scale assault.

Everyone attack and slay them.

At the same moment, he sounded the war horn, sending rippling waves of energy that enveloped all skeletal soldiers, enhancing their speed and attack power with a thunderous roar.

The 30,000 strong skeletal legion surged forward.

Their pace quickened to a sprint as they charged toward the oncoming ogres.

A resounding crash echoed when the foremost skeletal soldier was struck by an ogre's massive club, sent hurtling back like a marionette with severed strings, landing near Fong How.

The skeletal soldier, albeit shaken, managed to rise again, though the plate armor bore a conspicuous and alarming debt.

The skeletal soldier appeared to be unharmed, shaking its head briefly before resuming its advance towards the ogre.

Clearly, the plate armor had played a significant role had it been the previous rudimentary leather armor.

This struck skeleton would undoubtedly have been shattered into fragments.

With a thud, thud, thud.

Each swing of the ogre's clubs sent several skeletal soldiers flying, shattering upon impact.

Yet, the number of skeletal soldiers surged forth like an unrelenting swarm of locusts, fearlessly attacking their immediate target.

Fungho, no longer a mere spectator, drew his iron sword from his waist and charged forward.

With a series of thrusts, the skeletal soldiers valiantly swung their weapons.

But the ogres, with their tough skin and robust physiques, were difficult to wound despite their scanny coverings.

Instead, with each swing of their wooden clubs, more skeletons were sent hurtling through the air, reduced to heaps of shatter bones, Fongo deafly sidestepped, positioning himself beside the ogre, and struck twice, leaving two deep gashes on its thick, hairy thigh.

This method was unsustainable.

Realizing that continuing in this manner was feudal, Fonhow began to contemplate alternative strategies.

At that moment, the ogre's covering caught his attention, and a cold smile crept across his face.

"Your skin may be tough, but I refuse to believe that you are equally protected there.

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than he lunged forward, thrusting his sword toward the ogre's groin.

" Chapter 71.

The Troll Brewery.

A sharp sound pierced the air as the blade sank into flesh.