Chapter 34:, Solving Trouble_l
Translator: 549690339
The fierce battle lasted for twenty minutes.
Parker, leading two pig-headed humans and covered in wounds, broke through the besieging skeletons and rushed towards the forest.
As long as they made it to the dense woods, they might have a chance of survival.
“Trying to escape?”
Fang Hao gave a cold laugh, stood up, and raised his left hand.
A blazing fireball appeared out of thin air and flew in the direction where
Parker and the others were fleeing.
Paulker, soaked in blood, kept running without daring to look back.
Suddenly, intense heat from behind forced him to take a glance.
Seeing the magical fireball, his face turned paler with fear.
Bang!!
Before Parker could react, he was struck and sent flying by the fireball. “Captain!”
The two other pig-headed humans who were running away cried out in shock. But Parker lay there motionless, his body engulfed by flames.
The two pig-headed humans, realizing that their leader was dead, exchanged a glance and continued to flee.
However, they had only managed a few steps when several large skeleton bats swooped down from the sky, knocked them over, and ate them alive.
Only after all the pig-headed humans had perished did Fang Hao leave his territory.
The sizzling smell of roasting flesh wafted from Parker’s far-off corpse, suddenly making him feel hungry.
“Collect the spoils of war and throw the corpses into the conversion field,” Fang Hao commanded loudly.
The skeletons leaped into action.
The pig-headed humans were stripped clean of valuable materials, their corpses thrown into the conversion field to be transformed into Tier 1 skeleton soldiers.
[Acquired: Orc Single-edged Knife 27 pieces, Wriggling Spine 8 pieces.) “Restore all the goods to their original places,” Fang Hao ordered. The skeletons promptly returned the items that the pig-headed men had scattered back to their designated area.
Inside the territory, Fang Hao sat on a bench, watching the pig-headed man with an injured leg in front of him.
He was left behind as a hostage.
Now, he was the only one alive.
“All your members have just been killed by me. Have you anything to say?” Fang Hao prodded.
It was late in the day, and he was running out of patience for dealing with these pig people.
“I know, I heard Parker’s shouts. They were still coveting your wealth. They brought this on themselves,” the weak pig-human managed.
“I’m curious, what’s your relationship with them? Weren’t they afraid I’d kill you straight out if they stole the goods?” Fang Hao couldn’t help but ask the nagging question in his mind.
The pig-headed man coughed twice before continuing, “I was originally the captain of this team, and Parker was my deputy.”
The injured pig-human began his tale.
They hailed from a pig-human tribe in the north. Their mission was to transport several months’ worth of supplies collected from the Pigmen Village to the Manim Orc Market for sale.
En route, his deputy, Parker, suddenly led a mutiny, wounding him and placing him under house arrest.
If he wasn’t more familiar with the route to the Manim Market than Parker, he would’ve probably been murdered and dumped in the wilderness by now. And now, the goods are gone.
Parker handed him over to Fang Hao, conveniently using him to dispose of a threat.
He then assumed leadership unopposed.
“Knowing Parker’s intentions, why would you stay and wait for death?” Fang Hao pressed further.
“There are too few people in the Pigmen Village. If they all died here, the village would be in even more trouble. It’s better that I stay and exchange their lives for mine,” the pig-man suggested.
“Quite the saint…” Fang Hao muttered.
Surprisingly, this elder pig-man was willing to cooperate with Parker’s charade and serve as the hostage due to this line of thinking.
The pig-man didn’t understand what “saint” meant, yet he continued, “Sir, I apologize for Parker and his crew’s actions toward you, but these were individual acts. Please don’t take it out on our village.”
Fang Hao remained quiet, single-mindedly mulling over the old pig-man’s words.
Manim Market…
With the hundredfold amplification boost, he gained the ability to mass-produce.
An open orc market might just be what he needs to make a splash and earn Warfire Coins.
“You told a good story. I suppose I could spare your village,” Fang Hao finally responded.
“Thank you, sir.” Dragging his injured leg, the pig-man knelt before Fang Hao and expressed his gratitude.
“But there’s a condition. Stay outside my territory for the night. I’ll tell you what to do tomorrow. Don’t even think about escaping, or your fate will be far worse than your companions’,” Fang Hao warned coldly.
“Yes, sir.”
Fang Hao left the pig-man a blanket and ordered the skeleton soldiers to keep an eye on him.
He then returned to his room for rest.
The following morning at daybreak,
A light fog rose from the woods, shrouding the land.
Fang Hao had rested well the previous night. He stepped out of his home and stretched himself.
On the wooden board at the door, he marked down his sixth day in this world. Tomorrow would be the seventh day, when the newbie protection period would end.
Each time he thought about it, he was overcome with a sense of urgency.
He drew in a deep breath to steady himself.
And then he started his morning exercise routine.
First a few laps around his territory, followed by five sets of push-ups and sit-ups.
After finishing all his exercises, he was slightly drenched in sweat.
He commanded the skeletons to boil water for a bath while he prepared breakfast by the fire.
He also remembered to supply food to everyone in his domain.
Even though the skeletons were not efficient hunters, they still managed to butcher 5 or 6 beasts daily.
This ensured an abundant food supply.
“Bring in the pig-man from outside the territory,” Fang Hao casually ordered
as he turned the meat on the spit.
A skeleton promptly left to fetch him.
[Authorize non-territory resident Bolton to enter the territory?)
The protection barrier required the lord’s permission for non-residents to enter the territory.
Authorize!
Soon enough, the pig-man from yesterday, with a spear pointed at his back and a grim expression, was brought in.
Walking briskly to Fang Hao’s side, he respectfully said, “Sir, you asked for
me..”