out.

Fungho fully grasped how exasperating the undead swarm tactics could be.

Despite their low rank, they offered no respit.

Attacking relentlessly, surging forward without pause.

My lord, all have been eradicated.

There are no enemies remaining.

Domiga instructed a skeletal troll to scout the interior, confirming that no further adversaries had emerged.

Although victorious in this skirmish, Fonggha side had incurred considerable losses from over a 100 skeletal soldiers brought forth, only around 30 remained.

"Very well, let's clean the battlefield.

This should be the final level," Fungha declared.

"This layer was evidently only half constructed, serving as the final tier.

Clear the battlefield and clear the path," Deer commanded loudly.

The skeletons sprang into action, pushing aside the obstructing bones to create a descent.

Fong had ascended the stone steps, but refrained from approaching the steaming pool.

He had yet to invoke divine intervention and preferred to avoid unnecessary risks.

Soon, a skeletal troll brought forth a golden chest and placed it before Fong Hao.

Quite impressive.

This was indeed a golden treasure chest.

Open it.

Rewards.

Blueprint for a hot spring.

Heart of the Hero 2.

Heroes token blue x1 shadow stones x24 warfire coins x205.

Among the rewards was a blueprint for a hotring.

Fongo's gaze returned to the adjacent pool.

Could this be a hotring? What would the undead do in a hotring? No wonder the skeletons had moss growing on their bones.

Give them more time.

They might even sprout mushrooms.

All right, gather all the luminous stones from around and let us exit with our spoils.

Fonhao called out loudly.

Chapter 255.

The grizzly bear stronghold the skeletal soldiers following Fong house instructions.

Meticulously extracted the luminous stones from the cave walls and retreated step by step to the second tier.

They continued to gather the numerous decayed armament from the second tier until they reached the entrance of the first tier.

The corpses of the cyclopes lay strewn across the ground and the cave was permeated with a pungent stench of blood.

After attending to the remains, they prepared to transport them back.

The skeletons carried the bodies of the cyclopes outside and piled them together.

The deathly breath of the bone dragon enveloped the corpses, causing flesh to peel away and leaving a ground littered with bones.

Fong house storage space was already filled to capacity with weapons and equipment.

And a substantial portion still required the bone dragon's assistance for transport.

After securely bundling all the spoils, everyone mounted the dragon's back.

The bone dragon flapped its wings and soared towards their territory.

As the bone dragon flew swiftly, Fungha's gaze fell upon a small stronghold below, roughly the size of a matchbox.

This was the domain of the grizzly bears.

He had visited this place previously while transformed into a skeletal gray sparrow accompanying mercenaries.

With a flicker of inspiration, Fonhow decided on a course of action.

He gently tapped the dragon's neck, redirecting its flight and gliding downwards.

Within the grizzly bear stronghold in the chief's hall, the formidable leader of the grizzly bears sat in his chair, his expression far from pleasant.

Opposite him sat a burly man clad in heavy armor.

The leader of another bandit camp known as the hellwolf.

This moniker derived from tales circulating among the bandits, that he was the harbinger of death on Earth, and that becoming his adversary would subject one soul to endless torment even after death.

Of course, the grizzlies themselves were skeptical.

Bandits often adorned themselves with fearsome titles, much like the grizzlies and their claim of transforming into giants when enraged, all designed to deceive the villagers below and intimidate rival bandits.

How dare you insult me? You must think I am blind to your dwindling forces that this stronghold will soon be lost.

The grizzly bear bellowed furiously from a seat.

Oof.

Do not overstep, grizzly bear.

I extend you an offer of alliance to jointly manage this stronghold.

With your meager numbers should I conquer it.

Both you and your stronghold shall remain under my dominion.

The man's face darkened in response.

Were the grizzly bear strongholds ambush on merchant convoys had spread.

Bandits displaced by the relentless pursuit of a LSIS army had turned their eyes towards this location.

In recent days, many scouts had appeared in the vicinity.

Closely monitoring the situation at the grizzly bear stronghold.

Conquer it.

You dare utter such words? The grizzly bear scoffed.

Though a sense of dread began to loom over him, he was acutely aware of the stronghold's precarious situation.

Should conflict arise, his side would undoubtedly face defeat.

Yet the thought of relinquishing his stronghold was unacceptable, especially to this man.

No matter the outcome, he could not bear to be vanquished by such an opponent.

Bang! The man slammed his fist heavily on the table.

erupting with a furious roar.

I did not come here to seek your counsel.

I intend to become the bandit leader of this region, to reign as the king of wolves, the man harbored his own ambitions.

He sought to seize this opportunity to unify all the scattered bandits and establish himself as their chief.

The sudden outburst startled the gray bear, causing his hand to instinctively reach for the weapon beside him.

The man's eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze upon the woman ahead, coldly declaring, "I offer you one final chance.

Either acquies or perish here.

" The gray bear noticed the man's subordinates drawing closer to the door.

He realized that should he dare to shake his head, one of them would immediately rush out to initiate an attack.

The gray bear's expression darkened.

He felt deceived by this man.

It was likely that the new recruits he had recently taken in were all placed there as spies by this very individual.

Intended solely for today's negotiation.

As the gray bear's thoughts raced, a sudden commotion erupted outside, filled with cries of terror.

The bone dragon, the undead have come.

Hide quickly.

The door burst open and a bandit stumbled in breathless.

Boss, the undead are attacking us.

We must hide.

The gray bear and the reaper wolf exchanged glances, quickly stepping outside to witness enormous bone dragons descending upon the stronghold, their backs laden with towering undead soldiers.

Leather pouches were filled with white bones.

What on earth is happening? The colossal bony claws of the dragon crushed the wooden walls of the stronghold as a black-haired human scanned the bandits below coldly stating, "If you wish to live, have your leader come forth.

" The hidden bandits collectively turned their gazes toward the chief's hall.

The gray bear swallowed hard, glancing at the reaper wolf beside him.

"Your stronghold is at stake.

You must go out.

Don't speak carelessly.

They seek you.