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Chapter 154 - 154, Skullcrusher’s Shock 1
Chapter 154 - 154, Skullcrusher’s Shock 1
Chapter 154: Chapter 154, Skullcrusher’s Shock 1
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Even without the Blood Clan’s insignia, Fang Hao had guessed that this was related to the Blood Clan.
The Undead, it seems, demand coffins either in stone or in bronze, covered in complex incantations, designed to better preserve their mortal bodies.
The kind of grave that focuses on comfort and luxury is only demanded by the Blood Clan, who have a luxurious need for life.
From this, one can perceive the fundamental difference between the Undead and the Blood Clan.
The Blood Clan has a long life, but still remains engrossed in worldly pleasures. However, the everlasting Undead seem to transcend all boundaries. After achieving immortality, they lose all worldly desires.
Whether or not to do something completely depends on its value, not on the pleasure it would provide.
Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords and started examining the production category.
As expected, he found blueprints for the Beautiful Corpse Coffin – he had remembered having it.
“Come on, let’s go to your place.” Having stated this, he headed towards the Trade Alliance building, followed by Doujin.
Upon receiving the order, Fang Hao began his crafting process in the warehouse.
“Beautiful Corpse Coffin: hardwood planks 12, leather 6, cotton 5, fine cloth 6.” Fine cloth is produced during tailoring, albeit at a low rate.
During these times, the work of 101 tailors has accumulated a significant amount of fine cloth in the stockroom, just enough to meet today’s production requirement.
Production count: 1.
Hundred-fold amplification triggered, received 101 Beautiful Corpse Coffins.” One by one, the glossy black coffins appeared in the warehouse, scattered randomly throughout.
He handed the order to a Skeleton Merchant, who vanished along with all too coffins, embarking on a journey to the Blood Clan’s base.
Just as the Skeleton Merchant, who had been dispatched to the Blood Clan, left, a message from the Book of Lords popped up.
It was a private message from Zhang Bin, “Boss, there’s no need to rush. Can we not use the Bone Dragon for carriage next time? The horses are now on the ground, completely spent, vomiting and panting heavily [image].” Accompanying the message were multiple pictures. All ten horses were seen kneeling on the ground, the area beneath them a total mess.
A few farmers were trying to comfort the horses but judging by the conditions, it would take quite a while before they could get back to work.
Fang Hao hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from the horses. He was uncertain whether the Bone Dragon had spooked them, or if they had not taken well to their first flight.
Either way, unless time was of the essence, he figured he should not use Bone Dragons for horse transportation in the future.
Alright, let the horses rest for the day and assess their conditions before putting them back to work.”
Left with no other choice, Fang Hao decided to give the horses a day off. “Okay.”
After exchanging a few words, the Skeleton Merchant who had gone on the delivery expedited his return.
Armed with 9800 Warfire Coins and increased reputation with the Blood Clan. “Sir, the Blood Clan was very satisfied with the quality of this batch of goods. They will place specific orders directly with us in the future, and we need to ensure the quality of goods,” the Skeleton Merchant informed.
“That’s good, there won’t be any issue with the quality.”
With the system overseeing production, there were simply no issues with quality.
There were no defects, no best products, all goods are made to a uniform standard.
If they’re satisfied now, they will naturally be satisfied in the future.
“Alright, sir.”
Having completed the order, Fang Hao returned home, pockets heavier by 9800 Warfire Coins.
Meanwhile, at the Skullcrusher Tribe=’”’>
Seated on his throne reigning over his tribe with a powerful and heavy breath, Skullcrusher Shah emitted an aura akin to a roaring wind box.
Below him, a group of orc leaders waited, their heads lowered, hearts filled with anticipation.
“You’re telling me that all 300,000 troops under Chief Amiri are dead’ Not a single one managed to escape?” Shah asked grimly, chilling the atmosphere in the hall further.
It had been days since the 300,000 orc army had set out to fight the Undead.
Without any news of victory, they dispatched scouts to investigate.
The news that came back today was that they had found the battlefield, but not a single orc warrior had survived the massive battle.
They wondered what kind of force could annihilate their courageous 300,000 orc army without leaving a single survivor to tell the tale.
“Great Chief, we found traces of the battle. The ground is soaked with blood, but strangely, we could not find any bodies or even limbs of our fallen orc warriors,” reported the scout, swallowing hard.
The scene had been difficult to put into words.
The earth was awash with blood, flowing through the crevices in the rocks, staining both the ground and rocks a crimson red.
They couldn’t find any remnants of the orc’s encampment other than the traces of blood, neither tents nor bodies were left.
Only the dark red ground and scraps of flesh mixed into the dirt bore witness to the battlefield that had been.
“How is the City of Undead? What has happened?” Skullcrusher Shah asked further.
“To the west of the battlefield, we saw a city controlled by the Undead, housing a large undead army. It seems like they formed the first defensive line in response to our protocol,” the scout swallowed again. “Great Chief, we specifically went to visit the Bronze Bull. His market is still operational. It seems that he did not participate in the fight.”
Boom!!!
Hearing this, Shah slammed his fist down, breaking the stone table in front of him in half.
He roared, “Tellock, how dare he.”
“Great Chieftain, we should not delay. Let the priest resurrect Amiri to find out exactly what happened,” advised an orc.
Indeed, this was not a time for anger. With an entire army of 300,000 wiped out, they were not facing an ordinary opponent.
They needed to gather information quickly to respond.
Shah sat back down, chest pulsing violently. He ordered, “Bring the Priest here.”
“Yes, Great Chieftain.”
Soon, an orc Priest, dressed in a long robe, arrived.
He leaned on a root staff, bowed slightly-a form of salutation.
“Great Chieftain, you summoned me?”
“Priest, Amiri has fallen in battle. You are needed at the altar to resurrect him,” Shah replied, his tone noticeably softer with the clergyman.
“Amin is dead? How did he die?” the priest asked, taken aback by the news.
Amiri, leading an army of 300,000 orcs, could obliterate not just the Wind Mountain Ranges, but any area he set his foot on.
Yet within days of his departure, news of his fallen status had returned, barely believable.
“We are curious too. We can only wait for Amiri to resurrect and reveal the truth,” said Shah helplessly.
The loss of a 300,000-strong army is a significant blow for the Wind Mountain Ranges no matter what.
It’s hard enough to gather an army of this magnitude, but the defeat would inevitably weaken his standing.
“Very well. Let’s proceed to the altar,” the Priest declared, leading the way. Everyone followed him to the altar, where the orc Priest began the ritual. However, as time passed, sweat trickled down the orc Priest’s forehead, his expression becoming more and more strange.
After a long while, the orc Priest returned to Shah and reported, “Great Chieftain, Amiri is in the same situation as Kent. His soul is bound and unable to be resurrected through the altar.”
Shah’s expression darkened even further.
This meant that Amiri’s death had a direct connection with the undead.
“Wake his soul. I need to ask him some questions,” ordered Shah.
“Understood.”
The Priest returned to the altar, and an image of Amiri gradually appeared on it.
“Amiri, how did you die?”
“Great Chieftain, the undead had too many troops, including high-ranking units like bone dragons and skeleton trolls. The orc army had no power to resist,” Amiri’s soul showed a painful expression.
The crowd started talking immediately upon hearing his words.
Bone dragons….
They had only heard of this type of undead units in legends, and to have them here was shocking.
Shah was also surprised but quickly recovered.
“Amiri, do you have any other intelligence?”
“The strength of the undead army is too great, and the orc tribes that had promised to be our vassals were also conquered. If we continue this fight, Great Chieftain, the odds are against us,” He said, his form starting to blur and ’ eventually faded away.
The whole room fell into silence, with everyone’s eyes falling on Shah.
Once the war began, it won’t end easily. Even if Shah wanted to back down, would the advantageous undead agree?
Shah took a deep breath and descended the altar in large strides.
“Assign scouts, I need more, detailed information.”
Within the territory.
Fang Hao stood in front of the Lord Stone Tower, preparing to upgrade the building.
The materials for upgrading the Lord Hall to level six were ample; all that was left was to upgrade it.
Upgrade.
In an instant, the Lord Stone Tower was enveloped in light, which died down after a moment.
[Level 6 Lord Stone Tower]
[Belonging to the Lord: Fang Hao]
[Ability: Production/Collection +3%, Troops Movement +3%, All Attributes +2%.]
[Existing Buildings: Level 5 Underground Cemetery…., Level 5 Stable.]
(Note: Core building of the territory.)
[Materials required for upgrade: Hard Resilient wood 5200, Stone Bricks 7000, Iron 700, Metal Parts 520.]
After upgrading the Lord’s Hall to level six, two additional bedrooms were added, and the original rooms also expanded in size.
From the outside, it now resembled a small castle..