With a furoughed brow, he pushes open the door.
Upon entering, he finds Anja lying on her side, her white hair cascading like clouds.
She is clad in a loose tank top, and the snug shorts accentuate her curves.
Goodness, everyone is mobilizing, and yet you linger in slumber.
A sharp sound reverberates through the room.
Anjac jolts awake, shielding her rear and exclaims with indignation.
What do you think you're doing? Chapter 244.
The male technician.
What am I doing? What time is it? Who promised me yesterday that they would wake up early today? Funha retorted.
H.
And Jia suddenly remembered that she had been assigned a task today.
As she dressed, she said, "You could have just called me.
Why did you hit me? I could indeed wake you, but with your sleeping quality, you wouldn't even notice if the house collapsed.
" Fungho replied through clenched teeth.
He my apologies.
What's for breakfast today? And Jiao replied playfully sticking out her tongue as she rubbed her backside while heading outside.
Descending the stairs, they found air had already prepared breakfast.
With ample time, they were able to enjoy their meal.
After satisfying their hunger, Domiga and Injia, leading forces of 100 0000 and 2000 0 respectively, set off towards their assigned encampments.
Domiga was tasked with the eastern front with a mission description indicated a rebel force of 3000.
With his own 10000 troops supplemented by several bone dragons, he was well equipped to crush the opposition.
It was a pity that this encampment could not be dismantled.
Otherwise, the effectiveness of a human wave strategy would have been greatly enhanced.
As for Injia, although no specific troop numbers were provided for the mountain bandits she was to confront, it was reasonable to estimate that a village level encampment would house merely a few hundred individuals.
Her 2000 troops would be more than sufficient to handle the task.
20 minutes later, utilizing the divine presence, Fong Ho accompanied Domiga to the encampment, melee units surrounded the camp in multiple layers while ranged units took position at top the walls.
Bone dragons peaked over the battlements, poised to unleash their deadly breath at any moment.
The encampment resembled a vast bowl, awaiting the emergence of the rebels within.
Time slowly passed.
Random event activated.
The rebels are afflicted.
The mountain bandits descend.
Travelers on route approaching your territory.
As the notification appeared, a dazzling light suddenly illuminated the open space within the encampment.
Clad in iron armor and wearing triangular helmets.
The rebels materialized inside.
On a raised platform, a general brandished a knight s sword and proclaimed loudly, "The scouts have reported that there's a territory to the south if we capture it.
" His fervent speech was abruptly interrupted as his expression shifted dramatically.
The rebels present turned pale.
Realizing that the defensive walls of the encampment had become densely populated with fully armed undead bows and staves at the ready, intently watching them above the walls, several bone dragons peered down, curiously, their heads intruding from above.
What was happening? Why had their encampment been surrounded by the undead? They felt like rabbits trapped in a steel cage.
Scrutinized by a hunter, the undead granted the rebels little time to ponder or react.
With a commanding cry of attack, the undead commenced their assault.
The bone dragons unleashed black energy beams, and wherever they struck, the rebels were instantly reduced to mere skeletal remains.
Meanwhile, archers and mages at top the walls unleashed their own barrage of attacks.
The rain of arrows and magical projectiles cascaded downwards like a vast black net, enveloping the entire encampment.
Quickly, seek shelter.
Hurry, do not stand there foolishly.
The commander took refuge in a wooden cabin, shouting directives to the outside.
He was bewildered by the unfolding chaos, but there was no time for contemplation.
The immediate priority was to ensure the soldiers found cover from the relentless barrage.
Within the camp, bodies lay strewn about.
Limbs scattered in the wake of the magical bombardment.
Blood transformed the ground into a dark crimson canvas trickling forth in rivullets.
Gritting his teeth, the commander observed the devastation.
He could no longer afford to wait.
If the undead finished their grim work, their chance for escape would vanish entirely.
He called out to the remaining rebels in the other structures.
Find shields.
We shall charge out together.
This is our final opportunity.
We can seek vengeance for our fallen comrades later.
Understood, the rebels replied.
They began to scavenge for shields and any makeshift barriers, tables, chairs, or even the armor of their deceased comrades.
Ready? Yes.
Fion.
The occupants of the nearby rooms quickly convened, consolidating their shields to fend off the hail of arrows.
The rebels exhibited a level of discipline surpassing that of mere briggins.
At the command of their leader, they swiftly organized themselves.
The arrows clattered against their shields as they advanced toward the camp's entrance.
Along the way, more rebels joined their ranks, swelling the ranks of their turtle formation, their feet trampling the ground, which was now a gruesome mix of flesh and mud.
Hold firm.
We are nearly there, the commander urged his troops.
All the rebels pressed onward.
Yet, as they finally crossed the threshold of the camp, their steps halted involuntarily, faces drained of color.
Outside, their territory loomed an encircling horde of undead, an endless sea of skeletal figures.
In the next instant, a dark beam of light swept through the shield formation, reducing everyone to mere bones.
Following this, melee combatants surged forth, dragging out those rebels who had sought refuge in corners and buildings, mercilessly slaying them.
The battle lasted little over an hour before it concluded.
The skeletal warriors began to scour the battlefield, collecting weapons, arrows, and writhing spines.
Knock knock.
A gentle tapping at the door was followed by the soft voice of air calling out, "Master.
Master.
" Fong awoke from his trance, sitting up in bed.
What is it, air? Master Lord Blood Hunter has captured a few individuals.
During interrogation, they claimed they were merely passing through.
Air replied quietly.
Her words triggered a recollection in Fongghow of the third random event.
He had overlooked this matter.
If they were indeed ordinary merchants or travelers, they likely would have been dispatched by the undead upon approaching.
Had it not been for Blood Hunter's discovery, these individuals would have most likely circumvented the undead territory entirely.
Oh, take me to see them.
Certainly, master ear escorted Fong how out of the Lord<unk>'s mansion.
In a central clearing, several individuals were apprehended by the undead.
Kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed.
My lord, Blood Hunter reporting, one the guard stated, "What transpired?" Fungho inquired.
We discovered these individuals while on patrol.
They appeared suspicious.
"Given the current state of alert, we took them into custody," Blood Hunter replied, casting a glance at the kneeling figures.
"This esteemed lord, we merely passed through this area as our provisions were insufficient.