The most abundant was the foundational material, sturdy wood, totaling 1300 0.

Transport all of it to the warehouse.

Fonhow commanded.

The skeletons obeyed, swiftly, conveying the collected spoils to their designated location, just as he intended to return to the city and utilize the resources for upgrades.

A plume of black smoke suddenly rose in the eastern expanse of his territory, curling skyward like a colossal serpent.

Fongghao recognized this smoke from a previous compulsory mission.

It was a signal for a from Jeang Bin, a method to alert nearby lords of one's plight.

It appeared that Jeang Bin was once again struggling against the foes of his mission.

Upon opening the Lord s book, he was greeted with numerous requests for assistance.

We're in dire straits.

Can anyone nearby come to our aid? These guardians are far too formidable.

Curse it.

Our troops are depleted and the soul crystals are swiftly vanishing.

Alas, the task was supposed to be a breeze.

Though we lost a few soldiers, at least the territory remains intact.

My lord, can you see the beacon I've ignited? If you possess the means, I implore you to assist.

The strength of the nature guardians was determined by the quantity of resources harvested within a territory over 14 days.

The faster a territory advanced and the more resources it procured, the greater the number of enemies that would emerge.

In a sense, one's overall power and the number of adversaries were commenurate.

Nonetheless, many lords found themselves utterly overmatched, perpetually seeking help within the channel.

Among these pleas was the message from Jeang Bin regarding the ignited beacon.

Contemplating his next move, Fong Hoa resolved to venture to Jeang Bin's territory to seize another wave of rare resources.

No, it was not merely a quest for riches.

It was to assist a fellow traveler in overcoming adversity.

Neielson, I shall take the Fireblade for a brief excursion.

The territory is in your capable hands, Funha declared.

Understood, my lord.

Neielson promptly instructed the skeletal soldiers to clear the area beyond the territory, removing all damaged obstacles and strategically placing the salvaged ones along the perimeter roads.

After delivering his orders, Fong Ho returned to his chamber, channeling his essence into the skeletal soldiers.

Armed with the fire blade and accompanied by 20,000 skeletal warriors, he hastened towards Jeang Bin s domain in Jeang Bin's territory.

The level two wooden walls were still in place.

As he and the militia valiantly resisted the onslaught of the natural guardians, receiving stones from a peasant, Jeang Bin hurled them fiercely at the wall, cursing vehemently, I'll crush you wretches.

My development has been so dire, and yet you dare to retaliate against me.

Below, nearly 100 natural guardians were attempting to breach the city gates, their weapons mercilessly striking the entrance, rendering it battered.

and on the verge of collapse.

Frustrated, Jeang Bin lamented that had he known of the compulsory challenge, he would have devoted all his resources to upgrading the walls.

Rather than being left with only level two fortifications, predominantly made of wood.

Suddenly, as he continued to hurl stones at the enemies below, several arrows whizzed through the air.

With a sickening thud, one pierced his shoulder, and he stumbled down from the wall in a most disgraceful manner.

My lord, are you all right? The peasant exclaimed, rushing to support Jeang Bin, his face etched with concern.

Ah, damn it.

Jeang Bin groaned in agony, clutching his wound tightly with one hand.

Blood oozed through his fingers, staining the ground a dark crimson.

No, don't worry about me.

Keep defending, he shouted through gritted teeth, prioritizing the immediate crisis.

The peasants braced against the city gate while the militia on the wall dodged incoming projectiles, hurling various hard objects down at the asalants.

Despite their efforts, militia members were occasionally struck by arrows and the gate in a state of disrepair was unlikely to hold for much longer.

Jeang bin sought assistance once more through the communication channel, but his 10 attempts had exhausted his quota.

All messages lost amidst a flood of information.

Oh, how I wish those skeletons would arrive again.

He recalled the last compulsory task where a horde of skeletons had unexpectedly emerged, decimating the attacking beasts just when he and his militia were on the verge of collapse.

If only that skeletal army would reappear and engage the natural guardians.

How wonderful it would be.

My lord, the gate cannot withstand much longer.

A peasant shouted.

Prepare for a desperate fight.

Jeang Bin declared, gripping an iron spear with one hand.

Everyone gathered, readying themselves for a final fierce struggle.

Fong Hao and the Fireblade emerged from the woods, leading a sizable contingent.

In the distance, Jang Bin s territory continued to endure the relentless assault of the natural guardians.

With nearly 100 adversaries attacking, Jeang Bin soldiers could only defend, relying on the wall for minimal counterattacks.

Fireblade, eliminate all the natural guardians at the base of the wall.

Fong how commanded.

At once, my lord.

The fire blade nodded, leading a legion of 10,000 skeletal warriors into the fray.

At the forefront, he wielded the bloodthirsty blade akin to the side of death.

Effortlessly cleaving through all adversaries in his path.

The sea of skeletons soon engulfed the enemies, and within mere moments, the battle was concluded.

After 2 hours of travel, the combat itself had scarcely lasted 5 minutes.

"My lord, all foes have been vanquished.

Yet there remains some humans in the city.

Shall we eradicate them all?" Fireblade inquired boldly, stepping forward.

On the city walls, both Jeang Bin and a legion of human soldiers trembled at these words, nearly collapsing under the weight of fear.

"First, we must secure the battlefield and gather all fallen resources.

" Fong Ho commanded, casting a glance at the individuals at top the walls.

The skeletal army immediately dispersed to collect the items scattered upon the ground.

Regrettably, the enemy presence in Jeang Bin's territory was minimal, yielding only 42 rare resources.

Given the 2-hour journey, Fong Hao found this outcome unsatisfactory.

"Open the city gates," he murmured.

Jeang Bin remained silent, uncertain whether to comply.

Boom! The fire blade wasted no time for Jeang Bin to ponder.

With a swift strike, the city gates were cleaved in two, crashing to the ground.

Startled, Jeang Bin snapped out of his stuper and along with the villagers rushed down from the walls, exclaiming, "Noble lord, please spare us.

We are willing to heed your command.

" Chapter 88.

The spring of rejuvenation.

Jeang Bin was not foolish.

He recognized that the adversaries possessed sufficient power to annihilate them all.

The stark distinction between the skeletons before him and the recently attacking natural guardians was evident.

These skeletons were capable of communication, offering a glimmer of negotiation.

To survive, one must exhibit a willingness to submit.

In other words, this world was fraught with peril, and aligning oneself with a formidable entity could prove beneficial.

Funhao strode confidently into the city, casting a glance at the cautious Jeang Bin beside him, and made his way directly toward the warehouse.

This was not his first visit to Jeang Bin's territory.

He was well acquainted with the locations of the warehouse and the Lord's cabin.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, he collected an array of precious materials.

After thoroughly searching the Lord's cabin and finding little of value remaining, he exited the territory and ventured into the distance.

Jeang Bin knelt in place, accompanied by a group of militia men, watching the skeletal army gradually recede.

Confusion clouded his thoughts.

What did this mean? They were leaving.