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Within Zhang Bin’s territory.

Wild beasts, infuriated by raging fury, launched a frantic attack on the territory.

All defensive measures within the territory were destroyed.

Zhang Bin, along with all his citizens and soldiers, made a last stand at the lord’s cabin, desperately fending off the beasts’ onslaught.

But the long battle left him and his soldiers utterly exhausted.

They barely held on, driven by instinct and desperation alone.

Everyone knew they wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Without reinforcements or some other kind of help, they would all become prey for the beasts by the end of the day.

Having been replaced by the militia, Zhang Bin once again opened the Book of Lords, pleading, “Could any brother lend a hand? I swear, if we survive this, I, Zhang Bin, will never forget your good deed.”

There was more at stake now than merely exchanging weapons and food.

Unless you’re able to exchange for rocket launchers, enough to blow up the swarming beasts outside, a weapon or two would not make much difference.

They could only hope that some nearby lord, who had already completed their defences, would have the time to come to their aid.

However, Zhang Bin’s plea did not elicit much of a response in the channel.

Such pleas had become all too common that day, and hardly anyone paid them any mind.

Even the lords who had been victorious in the great battle had their own losses, where would they find the resources to aid him?

Zhang Bin was glued to the Book of Lords, as he failed to elicit any sort of response or aid, his spirit instantly wilted.

Sunken in defeat, his energy and focus depleted substantially.

What use was their desperate clinging to life now?

It seemed there was little difference between dying now or later.

“Lord, what’s wrong with you? You must hang in there! Everyone’s counting on you!” A soldier next to him shouted aloud.

The soldier was clad in simple leather armor, with an iron spear in hand.

He was drenched in blood, looking akin to a blood demon.

The blood came from the beasts, but also from himself and his fallen comrades.

No one wanted to die, not even the recruited villagers and soldiers.

“Ugh! It’s all over, it’s all over. Why did I come here? Why did I come here?” Zhang Bin muttered to himself continuously under his breath.

Seeing Zhang Bin’s predicament, the soldiers knew they were doomed.

The lord had already lost his will to fight; how could they continue combat?

The morale of every soldier and villager plummeted in an instant, crushing any remaining determination to continue their stand.

The beasts launched an even more ferocious attack.

Just as Zhang Bin and the villagers braced themselves for death, there came a flurry of rapid footsteps from outside the room.

The sound of these footsteps was crystal clear, sounding akin to a rumbling horde approaching.

“Lord, there’s a troop fighting with the beasts!” A soldier guarding the door cried out in joy.

Zhang Bin’s spirits lifted. Perhaps a nearby lord had come to their aid after all.

He got up and came to the door, peering through a crack.

But one look at what was happening outside immediately replaced his joy with panic and fear.

Indeed, a formidable army was battling the beast horde, but it was not composed of humans. Instead, it was an array of skeletons, each decked out in armor, brandishing weapons.

These skeletal soldiers, whether in movies, novels, or games, have always been antagonists to mankind.

This was like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Everyone squished against the windows or crevices, staring out.

The skeleton horde clashed fiercely with the beasts.

But the number of skeletons was simply overwhelming. Against their sheer multitude, which looked like a vast Skeleton Sea, the several hundreds of beasts stood no chance.

In a brief moment, the beasts were swallowed whole.

The battle ended swiftly, with every frenzy-induced beast slaughtered.

The skeleton army began to clear the battlefield.

Zhang Bin and the others watched in silence, their hearts pounding in their chest. They held their breath and dared not make a sound.

They were afraid that the slightest noise would draw the attention of these skeletons and prompt them to attack.

If they were no match for the beasts, fending off these undead troops would be impossible.

Just then, a soldier whispered, “Lord, what is that skeleton doing?”

Zhang Bin jumped, shooting the soldier a stern look to keep him silent.

But he also noticed the skeleton in question, quickly changing his position to see what it was doing.

He saw the skeleton walk straight to the warehouse, take a careful look around, then pack all the gemstones in his backpack.

Seeing the rare materials he had gathered being placed into the skeleton’s backpack

Didn’t bring much reaction from Zhang Bin.

If there was a rescuer, he would have given these materials away.

If the skeleton was taking them, so be it. As long as he and his people were left unharmed.

Just when everyone was hoping for these undead creatures to leave soon.

That skeleton, who had taken the gemstone, stood in front of the lord’s cabin.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was knocking at the door.

Damn!

Zhang Bin and others shuddered, almost falling over from fright.

A few villagers clung to each other, their faces deathly pale.

Just as expected…

The skeletons really wouldn’t let them off.

Fang Hao manipulated the skeleton to stand in front of the cabin, gently knocking on the door.

He had no other intentions, just wanted to see if there was anything good inside the lord’s cabin.

After all, Zhang Bin had promised in the channel that whoever saved him would receive all his resources.

He didn’t need all the resources, nor could he use them all.

To choose some gemstones and things he liked wouldn’t be too much to ask for.

However…

Although Fang Hao had knocked on the door, all he heard from inside was a startled exclaim.

And then silence.

Fang Hao didn’t wait, he kicked the door open with one foot.

And met the terror-stricken gazes of everyone inside.

One of them had the Book of Lords hanging at his waist, needless to say, he must be the local lord, Zhang Bin.

Thud!

Zhang Bin knelt directly in front of Fang Hao, shouting loudly: “Great undead, we are just ordinary humans, we didn’t disturb your sleep, please don’t harm us.”

Fang Hao wrinkled his brow, what gibberish.

He pushed him aside, and continued examining Zhang Bin’s cabin.

The cabin was probably Level 3, as there was a second floor bedroom.

But the decor was rather ordinary, just some simple chairs and tables made of wood.

Under the suspicious gaze of Zhang Bin and others, Fang Hao continued upstairs, examining each room.

His eyes eventually fell on one item.

[Exquisite Weapon Rack (Green)]

[Type: Prop]

[Function: Weapons placed on the rack slowly recover from damage.]

(Description: You can dislike it, but you cannot ignore its existence.)

Goodness, he didn’t know where Zhang Bin found this treasure.

It’s actually pretty good.

He picked it up and carried it in his arms. He directly descended the stairs.

Looking at the still nervous Zhang Bin and others, he lightly patted their shoulders and walked out of the lord’s cabin.

The skeletons group left, carrying more than a hundred beast corpses.

Zhang Bin and the others’ eyes were full of confusion as they watched the undead troops gradually drift away.

What just happened?

What did they come for?

They took two materials and a prop rack they picked up themselves and just left?

“Lord? We’ve won. We can start cleaning the battlefield now. Night is coming.”

Zhang Bin responded immediately, loudly saying: “Yes, hurry, clean up the battlefield. We’re eating meat tonight, it’ll fill us up.”

The Skeleton Troops had taken some of the beast corpses, but they left plenty, enough to eat for several days.

“Good!” everyone responded excitedly, as if they were survivors of a disaster.

Fang Hao returned to his territory with the last of the supplies.

The sky was dim, Eira had prepared dinner, only waiting for Fang Hao’s return.

Just as he commanded the skeletons to unload the cargo.

A system prompt suddenly sounded.

[Congratulations to the Lords, the Blood Boiled Challenge has ended. Rewards will be distributed based on the points scored in the challenge.]

The Blood Boiled Challenge has ended.

The beasts, still in attack mode, lost the Blood Boiled state and automatically retreated back into the forest..