Oh, very well.
You're stood and headed towards the courtyard.
Before long, Ja entered, wiping the sweat from her brow, and sat down to join the meal.
How was the battle? All is well.
We'll be heading out shortly, Fong House stated.
It would be beneficial to inform everyone of their victory, allowing them to relax and cease their anxiousness.
Yes, that is fine.
Once they finished their meal, the two mounted the skeletal dragon and soared directly towards the city where the fireblade was stationed.
Along the way, they encountered a caravan laden with spoils and corpses, resembling a great dragon as it advanced towards the main city.
Soon they arrived at the city of Fireblade and descended in the heart of the city, directly entering the Lord Hall.
Fireblade, Copper Bull, Little Ghost, and Jeang Bin were all present.
In the center, a dimminionative green-skinned orc knelt.
Claw Kangji, green fifth rank hero.
He acknowledged.
Everyone stood up.
Fongghao settled down nearby.
Yet his gaze remained fixed upon the orc in the center, intrigued.
"Are you an orc?" he inquired.
The orc could likely leap high enough to strike Copper Bull at the waist, highlighting the stark contrast in their sizes.
"I'm indeed an orc," Claw replied.
his voice and dry, likely due to the throat cutting incident instigated by Little Ghost the previous day.
Remarkably, the orc's recovery ability was formidable.
Little Ghost's seemingly lethal strike had not only failed to kill him, but had allowed him to rise and converse with them today.
"Why are you called Claw?" Cough.
My lord, in the past, my hands were not clean.
I took what belonged to others, but I have since reformed, Claw confessed.
It seemed that his name bore a connection to thievery.
Are there any heroes left in the Crush Skull Tribe? Fonggho asked directly.
There was no anticipated resistance, nor was there any bargaining? Poor replied promptly, yes.
The shaman of the Crush Skull Tribe is rumored to be a hero, but I do not know what level they have achieved.
Funo furrowed his brow.
There was indeed a shaman.
You divulged that quite readily, my lord.
The Cold Wind Mountains encompass a total of 212 tribes, both large and small, all subjugated by S through force.
They are more akin to slaves and S's possession than mere subordinate villages.
With S's demise, I have nothing left to conceal, Claw stated candidly.
Claw was a clever orc.
Surviving among his kind and attaining the status of a hero certainly required more than mere brute strength.
The undead present would not entertain reason with him.
The fact that he had lived thus far indicated he possessed some utility.
You are astute.
I wish for you to assist me in conquering the Cold Wind Mountains.
Are you willing? Fonhow spoke softly.
Claw heart skipped a beat but quickly steadied.
He responded eagerly.
My lord, I'm the flight commander, intimately familiar with all terrains and village locations in the Cold Wind Mountains.
I am willing to aid you in subduing this region.
Good indeed, a wise individual.
Fongghao opened the Lord's tome, producing a green hero contract, and signed it, declaring, "You are now a part of this.
" Claw swiftly drew blood from his finger and pressed it onto the hero contract.
A beam of light emanated from the contract, merging with Claw's being.
Fong How nodded in satisfaction.
He preferred to engage with those who recognized the tides of circumstance.
Although Claw did not quite align with his aesthetic preferences, the orc's attitude was wholly agreeable.
Fireblade Tower, he called.
My lord, the two rose.
You two will immediately consolidate the army guided by claw to seize the crushed skull tribe and ensure the remaining 200 or so orc villages become subordinate settlements.
Yes, my lord.
Chapter 206.
Singing through the knife fire blade, Copperbull and Clipper ventured forth, initiating the reorganization of their forces.
The two large-scale incursions led by Skullcrushing SA had effectively ravaged the Cold Wind Mountains, coupled with the overwhelming numbers of the undead army.
The conquest of the Cold Wind Mountains posed no significant challenge.
"Boss, is that Clipper a goblin?" Jeang inquired from the side.
"No, I've encountered goblins before.
They are far more spirited than him.
Could it be a gremlin then?" That indeed seems plausible.
Funhow promptly accessed the attributes of Clipper.
Clipper Kenji green tier five hero faction orc template green racial traits spritly cunning gremlin legion skill vanguard army skill rock throw inherent skill intermediate flight mastery cunning this unit favors setting traps and ambushing tactics to secure victory in battle gremlin.
This unit possesses the bloodline of the gremlin race.
Vanguard army.
This unit commands flying troops, enhancing flight speed by 10.
Rock throw, a tactical maneuver that involves hurling stones from height.
Low cost yet highly effective.
Description: Never display kindness in front of a gremlin orc.
This will only lead them to underestimate you and provoke countless challenges.
Goodness, this hero is utterly useless.
It is the most inferior among his ranks, and his skill is merely throwing stones.
How could such a being be deemed a hero? Surely he must have taken shortcuts in his trials.
Boss, what do you think? Is he a goblin? Jeang Ben asked, clearly intrigued by the green-skinned entity.
No, he is identified as an orc with gremlin bloodlines, Fonga replied.
Orcs possess varying bloodlines as well.
The ones with large jaws and tusks claim to have demonic blood, and now we encounter one with gremlin lineage.
Oh, that's rather uninteresting.
I thought he might be a goblin.
By the way, since Fireblade and the others are assaulting the Cold Wind Mountains, you should stay here for a few days.
Once the situation stabilizes over there, you can return, Fong Hao instructed.
Understood.
I shall heed your arrangements.
Jeang Bin responded obediently.
After addressing matters at hand, Fong Ho once again departed within Jia and Xiao Yu, heading straight back to the main city.
As night fell, two convoys transporting corpses and spoils of war successfully returned.
The bodies were entirely disposed of into the transformation pool for conversion.
Not to mention the mountain of equipment amassed.
The greatest windfall, however, was the collection of 324 458 vertebrae.
Although the tally of fallen soldiers was still in progress, it remained above 4 million.
And with these vertebrae, their numbers would reach a terrifying and unimaginable magnitude.
My lord, Nelson approached, flanked by the corpses of two orc heroes and one troll hero.
Scholar Nelson, your efforts have been commendable this time, Fong remarked.
It is my duty.
It was to be expected.