His abdomen felt as though it had ignited into a blazing inferno, and his skin flushed a deep crimson, reminiscent of a boiled crab.

Master, what is happening to you? The fox girl inquired softly from beside him.

It's too hot, unbearably hot.

Fongghao realized it was the effect of the potion.

Yet, discomfort lingered.

He stood up abruptly from the bath, exposing his skin to the cool air.

Witnessing this, Fonggha's groans caused a sudden flush to spread across the fox girl's face, who in her bashfulness began to slowly disrobe.

Once she had shed her garments, she lowered her head and approached Fong Ha's side.

Upon turning, he was momentarily taken aback by her appearance.

Her complexion was even more flush than his own.

"That was not my intention," Funga remarked.

The fox girl s face burned with embarrassment.

Master, I'm not very skilled at this.

The potion's effects did not linger for long.

Yet, Fonggha's heart swelled with an increasing heat.

An hour later, under the fox girl's attentive care, he dawned fresh attire, and together they exited the bath.

Chapter 177.

The orange flesh fist.

Meanwhile, in the Cold Wind Mountains following Fong House annihilation of 300 troops, the entire region was enveloped in a state of heightened tension.

The tribes residing near the mountains edge were particularly on edge.

Fearing that the undead army would recklessly descend upon them, making them the first victims.

In the Skullcrusher Tribes Chief Hall, Chief Skullcrusher Sat in his chair, his expression dark and foreboating.

This is the situation.

Therefore, I implore the Bloodthroat tribe to join us in eliminating this looming threat.

At the center of the hall sat a towering giant nearly 5 m in stature, whose massive hands toyed with two human skulls that had developed a patina over time.

This giant hailed from the bloodthroat tribe.

Meet Fist Kais, orange tier three hero.

Once the bloodthroat trib's fearsome reputation echoed throughout the land, synonymous with brutality and terror, the trib's previous chieftain was a bloodthirsty figure, worshiping the god of slaughter as the sole totem of the tribe.

Any captives and slaves from rival forces that fell into his grasp were brought forth to the altar, sacrificed to the great god of slaughter, regardless of their identity or status.

However, despite their might, the trolls relied solely on their bloodline and a rapidly rising trend when they simultaneously provoked the elves and dragons.

A cataclysmic battle erupted across the region.

The armies of the dragon kin and the elven folk employing overwhelming force shattered the bloodthroat tribe, leaving only a few trolls to retreat into the resource scarce mountains, struggling to survive and reproduce.

As a century passed, the Bloodthroat tribe gradually regained strength.

And this current chieftain remained formidable, still devoted to the god of slaughter.

S, you truly are a worthless leader.

A newly emerging force has reduced you to this state.

Kais's voice boomed, akin to the roar of a beast, mocking and humiliating a great chieftain within the Orcal.

Sal's countenance darkened at the insult.

Yet the Skull Crusher tribe found itself unable to combat the undead, grappling with internal strife.

Reluctantly, he was compelled to bow before the giant before him.

With a force smile, he replied, "The Skullcrusher tribe pales in comparison to the bloodthrow tribe.

Had you been an ordinary foe, I would not have sought your assistance.

" S's words contained a hint of flattery.

Yet such praise was indeed effective with the might-driven trolls.

Kais's previously stern demeanor softened into a smirk.

What you say holds merit.

Speak.

What do you propose in return for my assistance? Sal's heart leapt with joy at this revelation.

This giant was indeed simple-minded.

It took merely a few words to sway him.

Kais, let us divide the spoils 7030.

With bloodthroat claiming the larger share, SA proposed.

Kais snorted derisively.

Oomph, do you take the bloodthrow tribe for mere free mercenaries? Then, Chief Kais, how do you wish to divide it? Saul inquired, furrowing his brow.

S, should I choose not to assist you? The undead will mount an assault upon you within 10 days.

At that point, you may not only lose the spoils, but the very existence of the Skull Crusher tribe may be in jeopardy.

Kais declared this.

Sal's countenance darkened further both in terms of personal prowess and the collective strength of his tribe.

He was in dire need of the Bloodthroat Tribes assistance.

Otherwise, he would likely face annihilation at the hands of the Skull Crushers.

Chief Kouse, with unreserved cander, inquired about the conditions necessary to confront the undead.

Casting a sidelong glance at Sao, Couse stated plainly, "All spoils belong to me, and in addition, you shall prepare 300 zero battle coins as remuneration for this endeavor.

Do not hastily decline, for I possess the capability to obliterate you and subsequently eradicate those undead.

Such a blatant provocation rendered the atmosphere within the hall instantly grave.

Several orc warriors stationed at the entrance began to inch their hands toward their weapons, poised to launch an assault against the trolls at Sal's command, regardless of the formidable hero standing before them.

taking a deep breath to quell the surge of indignation within him, shall ultimately acquest.

Very well, I accept your terms, but I must gather such a substantial sum.

Only after we vanquish the undead shall I be able to recompense you.

Agreed.

Then it is settled.

Arrange for scouts to gather intelligence and provide me with a report.

We shall launch our assault from two directions simultaneously.

extinguishing a fledgling undead force should pose little challenge, Kst declared, rising with a voice of authority.

His immense frame resembled a small mountain, and the armor he dawned clanked rhythmically with his movements.

"The scouts have already been dispatched.

I shall relay any news to you post haste.

Urge your men onward.

I am eager to crush those skeletal foes," Caus added, idly toying with a skull trinket in his hand.

It will be swift, he concluded, slipping out of the orc hall with stealth.

After partaking in a meal, Fong Ho had satiated his hunger.

A glance at the regional channel revealed an unprecedented quietness.

Not a single voice was heard.

Fong Hao began to suspect that the trial task was perhaps too daunting, leading to the demise of many participants.

Year, have you ever heard of the inspiration elixir? After the meal, Year brought forth a platter of fruit.

I have heard of it.

It is an elixir commonly utilized by humans.

Reputed to enable ordinary individuals to become warriors, though it is seldom seen among the beast tribes.

Year replied softly.

The beast tribes known for their combat prowess, were inherently warriors.

Those with demonic bloodlines, such as the towerin, were naturally suited to battle, and the frail would soon be cast aside by the tribe, rendering the exploration of such auxiliary elixir unnecessary.

Moreover, the cost of such potions was considerable, compounded by their scarcity.

Can you utilize it? Fonhow inquired.

His thoughts were straightforward.

The inspiration elixir could transform one's physical constitution, enhancing health irrespective of combat capability.

Even though Fong how consumed magical potions, he could distinctly perceive the changes within his body with improved vitality.

Free from the nuisance of pests.

He contemplated whether he could procure some elixirs for Year and others in the future to bolster their stamina and provide them with a measure of self-defense.

Uncertain yet it seems plausible.

I once heard that orcs had purchased potions.

Eer also picked up a fruit and took a gentle bite.