Perhaps they were still alive.
As several white monkeys approached, their long tongues flicking, he called out towards the mist.
However, the dense fog obscured any visibility within.
"What am I thinking? How could they possibly survive?" Eric lamented, shaking his head in a grim smile.
He had taken a reckless risk, leading to the demise of his subordinates.
And now he faced death himself.
He had investments in the city and had already envisioned the name of his first child with Miss Lorena.
Yet he was destined to perish here.
As the white monkeys drew near, he closed his eyes, cursing himself for his desire to see these white-skinned monkeys perish.
Suddenly, a sharp sound sliced through the air.
Opening his eyes, he beheld a fiery arrow detonating before him.
A white monkey that had leapt into the air was sent hurtling backward, tumbling twice in its flight.
In swift succession, a figure darted toward him.
He recognized her as Miss Anja, the orc maiden who served beside Fong Ha.
Wasn't she supposed to be a mere maid? How could she move with such astonishing speed? Anja charged directly in front of him, seized him by the neck, and hurled him into the mist.
He felt himself soaring through the air.
The sound of the wind roaring in his ears.
The next moment he landed dazed and disoriented, only to find Fong Ha and the others casually sipping water while observing him.
What on earth was happening outside? A fierce battle raged.
Yet they were indulging in afternoon tea.
Just then, Anja, who had rushed out to rescue him, returned closely followed by three white monkeys, which were swiftly dispatched by the lizard men with a few careless strikes.
"Mr.
Fong how?" Eric exclaimed, scrambling to his feet and whispering, "Where are your companions? How is it that you are the only one left?" Fonghow inquired.
The White Monkeys assault had scattered their entire team.
They had not paid attention to Eric's situation, but it was evident that the outlook was grim.
"Alas, it's only me now," Eric replied.
His expression one of despair, his wounds rendered him a ghastly figure, his face pale as a ghost.
"Do you have any healing potions?" Fongghao asked as he examined Eric's injuries.
There were significant gashes on Eric's left shoulder and chest.
His leather armor must have been of exceptional quality, for otherwise he would have long since perished from such an attack.
I've already consumed some.
Eric remed, clutching his wound.
The temporary safety only served to intensify his pain.
Fongo procured a vial of anesthetic and administered it to him.
Instantly, Eric s expression relaxed considerably.
After sipping some water, he settled down to rest.
The tumult of battle outside gradually subsided.
Aside from the dragon scale mercenary corps employing earth magic scrolls.
Fonggha had summoned the misty canopy.
Within the cemetery, no third mercenary group had survived.
Perhaps a few had managed to escape, but many more lay trapped within.
Gazing at the enduring earth magic of the dragon scale mercenary corps, Fongghao pondered briefly before utilizing divine descent to command the two skeletal dragons hovering above.
They began their assault on the cemetery below.
In the next moment, the sky erupted with two thunderous roars.
The skeletal dragons plunged from the clouds, unleashing their deathly breath upon the white monkeys within the cemetery.
Those struck by the blast saw their flesh and bone dissolve, reduced to scattered remnants.
The white monkeys exhibited no fear of the skeletal dragons.
They ascended the stone fortress, and as the dragons lowered their breath, they leaped onto the dragon's backs.
Some succeeded in clambering onto the dragons, brandishing their claws to attack.
However, the skeletal dragons, being elite tier creatures, tossed the monkeys aside with a powerful flick, reducing them to a puddle of mangled flesh.
What was happening outside? Were their new monsters emerging? That damn primer.
He would meet a fitting end.
The anesthetic rendered Eric drowsy, yet his lips incessantly spewed curses.
He could not discern the chaos outside, but the ferocious roars and the screeches of the white monkeys indicated the arrival of new monstrosities.
Fongghao exchanged a glance with Inja, who promptly delivered a punch to Eric's neck.
Eric's curses faltered, and he instantly succumbed to unconsciousness.
Beyond the mist, the skeletal dragon continued to unleash streams of lethal breath.
The white monkeys retaliated in various ways, scaling structures and lunging at the skeletal dragon or picking up stones from the ground to counterattack.
However, these assaults proved utterly ineffective against the skeletal dragon, resulting in the widespread demise of the white monkeys.
Concurrently, an increasing number of white monkeys in their frantic escape dashed into the mistladen area.
Upon glimpsing the concealed figures within the fog, they hesitated briefly before launching an assault, leading to a fierce melee.
Soon, the numbers of the white monkeys dwindled rapidly, and those fortunate enough to evade death scattered in panic, unwilling to continue their offensive.
As the mist dissipated, the skeletal dragons settled beside the group, plunging the scene into silence.
A glance around revealed severed limbs and corpses strewn across every corner of the graveyard.
Fongo's gaze shifted back to the dragon scale mercenary core.
Ensconced within an earthen barrier.
It was evident that they were monitoring the situation outside.
Fongo surveyed the skeletal dragon beside him and then the nearby earthn wall, issuing a direct command to breach the wall and eliminate all within.
With a thunderous roar, two skeletal dragons soar into the air.
once more, landing beside the wall, their claws rending it apart as they unleashed another torrent of deadly breath within.
In an instant, anguished whales echoed through the air.
Fong Hao, listening to the cries, refrained from intervening.
Regardless of the intentions behind the dragon scale mercenary corps, bringing them here.
The secret of his skeletal dragons must remain concealed.
Had these individuals not witnessed the skeletal dragons, he might have entertained the idea of playing along.
However, since they had observed everything unfold, he was left with no choice but to employ a more straightforward and effective approach.
The battle did not prolong excessively.
Soon, the Dragon Scale members had been thoroughly dispatched.
Fongghao issued a loud command to scour the battlefield, collecting all items in search of treasure chests.
The spoils included sand trap scroll one 207 white weapons 2 242 white armor pieces 358 blue weapons 555 blue armor pieces 542 silver and gold artifacts 89 light stones three 421 gold coins 335 battle coins 72 healing potions and 41 antidotes the search for equipment progressed rather slowly given the limited number of individuals amidst the numerous corpses scattered about were numerous items.
Funghow picked up the sand trap scroll and examined it.
Once again, it was an earth type magic scroll.
Sand trap category.
Magic scroll description allows the user to set a ranged type trap at a designated location, effectively controlling and restraining enemies.
Funha was familiar with such magic scrolls.
They could be activated simply by opening them.
The Dragon Scale mercenary core seemed quite affluent, having brought along two scrolls.
At that moment, two of his subordinates emerged from the depths of the graveyard carrying a golden treasure chest.
Master, we discovered a door over there, and it appears that there is a courtyard beyond it.
Chapter 387.
The cemetery of sacred light fong withdrew his gaze from the treasure chest.
Indeed, it was concealed beneath the tendrils of vines.
I had to pry open the vines to confirm its existence.
It was unquestionably a door, intricately carved with numerous beautiful figures and winged angels, remarked his companion earnestly.
Based on past experiences, the presence of a door leading to the next area signifies the advent of a new realm, which can also be interpreted as the second zone of a quest.
Likewise, clearing the area would yield additional treasure chests.
Understood.
Fungho nodded.
Let us rest momentarily before we investigate what lies beyond the door.
Yes, my lord, the group replied, returning to their previous position, shrouded in mist.