Chapter 35 - Chapter 35: Chapter 35, Fireblade Tribe 1

Chapter 35: Chapter 35, Fireblade Tribe 1

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“Sit down. I forgot to ask yesterday, what’s your name?” Fang Hao indicated for him to sit.

“My name is Bolton, sir.” Bolton nervously sat down, starting to speculate why Fang Hao wanted him.

Not killing him, but not letting him go either, what was the meaning of this? Fang Hao put the roasted meat in front of him and asked, “Is the Manim Market only open for the Orc tribes to trade?”

Huh?

Bolton was slightly stunned, and understood somewhat.

He wasn’t killed because he was interested in the Manim Market.

After a moment of thought, he quickly responded, “Not quite, there were humans and dwarves who used to trade here, but that was a long time ago. Now, it’s only between the Orc Tribes.”

Fang Hao fell silent, his mind quickly working.

When he went back to his room to rest the previous night, he seriously thought about the Orc market.

Today was the sixth day, and the protection shield would be gone tomorrow. Once their territory lost this protection, it wouldn’t be good for them, the transmigrators.

So, while the protection shield was still there, he had better go to the Manim Market to observe, and see if he could trade some supplies.

Therefore, he asked for Bolton first thing this morning to gain more understanding.

“What about the Undead Clan?’1 Fang Hao continued to ask.

“Er, it would be best to go to the Manim Market in human form, going as an undead might make things more difficult.” Bolton hastily answered.

Fang Hao nodded, noticing that the other had not touched the meat in front of him.

“Why? Don’t eat meat?”

“No, not the case.” Bolton shook his head.

Pig-headed humans are omnivores who eat everything.

And their digestive system is very good, they are known as iron stomachs, naturally, they eat meat.

“Go ahead and eat, having a full meal can help recovery. I have an ample supply of meat in my territory.”

“Th-thankyou, sir.” Bolton carefully looked at Fang Hao and picked up the roasted meat with his hands to eat.

Fang Hao continued his inquiries, “At the Manim Market, what sells well?” “Slaves, weapons, food crops, they all sell well, then minerals, furs and such,” Bolton explained as he ate.

Orcs are not good at forging, nor are they good at farming.

So weapons and crops sell very well.

“Oh!” Fang Hao responded and began to eat his meal.

The two ate quickly, when Fang Hao was full, Bolton also put down his food, indicating that he was full as well.

He put out the fire and cleaned up everything.

Fang Hao handed over an iron sword and hardwood shield from a passing soldier to Bolton, “Can this equipment be sold for money?”

There were skeleton soldiers guarding all around, so he wasn’t worried about

Bolton doing anything with the weapon.

Bolton carefully looked at the iron sword and shield.

He said, “Such ordinary equipment wouldn’t fetch a high price in the Orc market, but it sells fast. If the quantity is large, it could be sold for a good price.”

Fang Hao nodded and stated his intention.

“Bolton, I want to go to the Manim Market to sell a batch of goods, you will act as my guide. After selling the goods, I will let you go and also pay you a reward, what do you say?”

Fang Hao had a map to the Manim market, but it would be less troublesome if Bolton accompanied him.

After all, Manim was an Orc market.

Hearing Fang Hao’s words, Bolton’s face was bitter.

Did he have room to choose?

They had captured him and interrogated him, it was just a more gentle command.

But he still hoped that Fang Hao would keep his promise and not make it too difficult for him.

“I am willing to be your guide, sir,” Bolton said.

“Good, you wait outside the territory for a while, we’ll set off together later,” Fang Hao said.

Bolton nodded and under the watch of the skeleton soldiers, he exited the territory.

Once Bolton walked out.

The tall city walls blocked the outside view.

No need to worry about Bolton discovering Fang Hao’s secret.

Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords and began to make iron swords.

[Iron Sword: Wood 3, Iron 3, Leather 1.]

Set the quantity to 10 pieces.

Start crafting!

[Hundredfold Amplification activated, acquired 1010 Iron Swords.]

A massive number of iron swords appeared on the empty ground in front of him.

“Bring the carts over and bundle and load the iron swords,” Fang Hao ordered. In a short while, the five carts left behind by the pig-headed humans were brought over.

The horses were quite well-behaved, and they didn’t react excessively despite being surrounded by the Undead.

The carts were parked aside, and the skeletons loaded the iron swords onto them according to Fang Hao’s instructions.

Then, he went to the Burial Grounds, intending to recruit some soldiers. [Hundredfold Amplification activated, recruited 10100 Skeleton Infantry.] [Hundredfold Amplification activated, recruited 20200 Skeleton Spearmen.] From the previous war with the Orcs of the Fireblade Tribe, he collected 1700 spines.

Which were still stored in the warehouse and not used yet.

Now it was enough for him to squander.

He continued to forge iron swords, iron spears, hardwood shields, armor, equipping the newly recruited soldiers.

Getting everything ready.

With over 30,000 soldiers, accompanying the five carts, they left their territory.

Outside the territory, Bolton saw the tens of thousands of skeleton army emerging from the territory with his eyes wide, finding it hard to believe.

He had just had breakfast with Fang Hao, and there wasn’t such a large army in the territory at that time.

Where did they come from?

“Bolton, get in the cart. We’ll need you to lead the way from here,” Fang Hao invited from atop the cart.

The crowded skeleton army parted a path.

Bolton, feeling apprehensive, climbed onto the cart, settling in at the back.

“Sir, so many undead might cause panic,” Bolton quietly reminded.

A small tribe only has a few hundred people.

Only a large tribe could rival the population of ten thousand.

Mobilizing tens of thousands of soldiers to escort the supplies on these carts, only Fang Hao could do something like this.

“No problem,” Fang Hao did not explain further.

The cart advanced, heading towards the direction of Manim Market.

At the same time.

To the east of the territory, Fireblade Tribe.

The pig-headed human clan leader, who had been wiped out by Fang Hao twice in a row, was now kneeling in the center of the orc hall, shivering uncontrollably.

Two nights ago.

Over two thousand Orc Warriors were overwhelmed by the Undead Army.

He was familiar with the camp’s terrain, hiding in the excrement dump of the camp, narrowly escaping death.

Outside the territory, he hesitated for a long time, eventually choosing to come to the Fireblade Tribe to bring back the news of Kedo’s death and ask the Fireblade for revenge.

At the same time, he might face the Fireblade’s wrath.

But he couldn’t think of so much at this point, for revenge, he could only rely on the power of the Fireblade Tribe.

“You say Kedo is dead?” A deep voice suddenly sounded.

In the seat ahead, a burly orc was sitting.

His upper body was naked, revealing a dark red tattoo, along with numerous scars.

His beard was whitening, a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent, was staring dead at the pig-headed human clan leader.

This was the Clan Leader of the Fireblade Tribe, Kent.

In the face of the overwhelming pressure that was flooding in like a tide, the pig-headed human’s body began to tremble uncontrollably, trembling as he answered, “Ye-yes, Lord Kedo was killed by those evil undead, all other members also perished in battle.”

Bang!!

Kent slammed a fist, and the stone table in front of him instantly shattered.

“Why didn’t you die?”