He is dead beyond any doubt.

" "So you need not worry.

Do you know the name of the valley?" Fonhow continued to probe.

"I do not," Lorena replied curtly.

"How far is it?" With a slight furrow of her brow, Lorena estimated, "Not far, about a kilometer.

" Oh, Fong Hao mused, mentally noting the details.

Once Lorena departed, he would arrange for someone to investigate the Eastern Valley to see if they could locate the Red Duke's corpse.

After all, he was an orange hero, and converting him into a skeleton hero would significantly bolster the strength of the entire territory.

Hoping that Lorena did not reduce him to ashes, Fong Ho let out a soft exclamation, and the room once again fell into silence.

Lorena remained seated, showing no intention of departing.

Ahem, Lorena, have you eaten? Would you care to join me for a meal? Fongghao attempted to initiate a conversation, seeking an opportunity to foster a closer relationship with this dark golden hero and enhance her loyalty.

Provide me with some populace, and I shall commence the reconstruction of the blood fortress," Lorena suddenly interjected.

This statement left Fong how momentarily takenback.

She was asking for people.

He possessed a certain understanding of the humans from the moonlight heights.

Under the dominion of the Red Duke, those humans were merely reserves for the Blood Clan, often deprived of sunlight, and many perished from the blood tax drawn directly from their veins.

Now, Lorena was requesting humans, which stirred doubt within him.

Even if he wished to elevate her loyalty, he could not treat humans as gifts to be offered to the Blood Clan.

I have left over 700 0000 undead soldiers for you in the blood fortress.

Ample for your reconstruction efforts and they are diligent and uncomplaining.

Fun how replied with a smile to rebuild the blood fortress.

Even 700 skeletons would suffice for your needs.

What more could you require? I require populace.

I do not desire a city filled solely with motionless undead aside from myself.

Lorena reiterated.

This prompted Fong how to adopt a serious demeanor, Luranna.

I am more than willing to assist you in rebuilding the blood fortress and in living the life you desire.

But I cannot agree to your demand for populace.

Oh, why not? Lorena inquired.

Her curiosity peaked rather than angered.

The Red Duke's rule has rendered the humans of Moonlight Heights into mere reserves.

I cannot consent to sending humans back to Moonlight Heights for you to manage.

Having broached this subject, Funghao felt no need for further concealment.

"Do you think I would drink human blood?" Lorena asked, furrowing her brows and momentary confusion.

A fleeting smile emerged on her otherwise icy visage.

Before Fong How could ponder the reason for her laughter, Lena vanished from her position, reappearing directly before him, her crimson lips poised to bite into his neck.

The midnight hour amplified Lanna's attributes, and everything transpired too swiftly.

Startled, Fongghao raised his left arm in defense while swiftly drawing the light, feather-short sword from his waist, aiming it at her lower rib.

If this strike found its mark, the sword's length would suffice to reach her heart.

Yet, while Fong Ho calculated well, Lorena's reflexes were equally swift.

She seized the incoming sword with ease.

In a swift motion, she bit down on Fong Ha's forearm.

The pain from the bite darkening his expression further.

He retaliated with a kick aimed at Lanna's chest, simultaneously channeling his elemental energy to conjure Frost armor for protection.

However, his kick meant only air.

Lorena had returned to her seat, gracefully settling down.

At that moment, Dimmitagga and the black sword wielders rushed in, having been alerted by the maids, who discovered the two in conflict.

Several heroes surged forward, positioning themselves protectively around Fong Ho.

Lorena, "How dare you strike at me?" Fong Hao exclaimed, rising abruptly and voice laden with fury.

The atmosphere in the room instantly thickened with tension.

He felt a genuine anger boiling within.

After all, he had resurrected this woman and offered her assistance.

If Lorena truly failed to recognize his goodwill, he would not hesitate to eliminate her on the spot.

regardless of the potential losses to his territory.

As for becoming a vampire, he could always expedite the transformation ritual and become undead.

In response to Fongghow's accusations, Luranna maintained her composure.

Even with the weapons brandished by Dimmitagga and the other heroes, she remained unperturbed in her chair.

With her long, elegant legs crossed, she retorted, "Strike! When have I ever attacked my lord?" Fongghow furrowed his brows as he revealed his bitten arm, where two distinct rows of bite marks were evident.

Yet no bloodied holes appeared as he had anticipated.

"What is going on? No fangs.

" "My lord, how deeply you distrust me.

Or perhaps you fear something," Lorena countered, seeming to perceive Fong Ho's lingering skepticism.

"If a vampire suddenly lunged at you, would you not be startled as well?" Fong Ha offended himself.

The root of Fong How's mistrust lay in Loranna's own lack of faith in him.

An exceptionally powerful hero with unwavering loyalty would naturally evoke apprehension.

Only those transformed into vampires would develop a dependency on blood.

How could she, having ascended to the position of lord, remain oblivious to such fundamental truths? Chapter 328.

The cursed canine, the eternal knight clan, has usurped the power of immortality.

As a consequence of their transgressions, they have been shunned by all living beings and forsaken by the deities.

Even in immortality, they are condemned to a solitary existence in darkness.

In their quest for a more fulfilling life within the ancient castle, the Eternal Knight clan began to seek companions and servants.

Bestowing their own lifeblood upon those yearning for eternity, thereby transforming them into ancient blood, the prize for this prolonged existence is the insatiable thirst for blood, a condition that may be referred to as hematphagy.

Consequently, the blood kin commenced their predation upon humanity, earning the epithet of vampires.

leading to the belief that all bloodqin partake in the sanguin essence of living beings.

Of course, Fong Hao remains oblivious to the distinctions between those who drink blood and those who do not.

In the films and dramas he has encountered, vampires are invariably depicted as blood suckers.

Within his domain, the sole individual possessing knowledge on this matter is likely to be Nelson.

Yet, he is preoccupied with his work at the Organ Museum.

Otherwise, Fong Ha would have inquired about the veracity of these claims.

"Is that why you rushed over to bite me?" Fongo resumed his seat.

Yet, his heart continued to race uncontrollably.

The events had unfolded too swiftly, underscoring his utter inability to contend with a hero of Rena's caliber.

Otherwise, would you believe me if I told you? Rena's tone remained dispassionate.

How absurd! Funghow cursed silently within.

Even if Rolanna professed her abstinention for blood consumption, he remained skeptical about her retractable fangs.

However, upon a moment as reflection, he realized that Rolanna had no reason to deceive him.

Even if she were to prey upon humans, he would find it exceedingly difficult to intervene.

As both of his orange heroes lacked the ability to fly against flying adversaries, what recourse does one possess? May I interpret your desire for a more vibrant castle as a need for a populace? Fonhow continued, you may perceive it that way.

Once the radiant moon heights boasted a considerable population, she truly fears solitude.

Fongo rubbed the spot where her bite had left its mark and began to ponder.

Rena had no justification to mislead him.

Their relationship remained that of lord and hero.

If Rena did not consider humans as a source of sustenance, it would indeed be prudent to develop the radiant moon heights.

Otherwise, such vast lands with only the blood castle and the small village of Kong Yong would be a laminable waste.

Moreover, he currently required arable land to augment food production.

What are your intentions regarding the veiled treasure? Humanity requires sunlight.

Such dense fa would curtail their lifespan.

Fungha remarked once more.

I can ensure that the fog envelopes only the space above the blood castle.

You need not fret about that.