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Chapter 167 - 167, The Faceless One's Hut (Seeking recommendation tickets...)._i

100 bone dragons swooped down, blanketing the bright sky.

The sunlight passed through the gaps in their bones, casting huge shadows as they dived down with the golden glow of their barley husks.

The bandits in the camp looked up at the sky, rubbing their eyes involuntarily when they saw the dazzling undead bone dragons.

When they realized that this was not an illusion, and that indeed hundreds of bone dragons were rapidly approaching,

chaos immediately ensued across the territory.

Roar!!

A few death breaths enveloped the bandits who had not had time to run into the houses.

Struggling in agony, they turned into skeletons.

These bandits were not high in rank, most were only Tier 1 or Tier 2, and the slightly more powerful were only Tier 4.

Those with high ranks were recruited by various cities and would not gather together to become bandits in the mountains.

The bone dragons circled above the camp, their huge claws ripping open the roofs, spewing black beams at the people hiding inside.

The suppression of their levels, it was like a massacre.

The brutal and fervent bandits were utterly helpless, transforming into skeletons one after another.

In a corner,

A hapless victim who had been hanged, at this moment, widened his eyes, watching the horrifying scene unfold before him in terror.

What’s happening?

Wyverns made of bones were hunting the scrambling bandits.

The merciless bandits who had cruelly murdered his villagers were just as helpless as ants.

If it weren’t for the worn-out foot cloth stuffed in his mouth, he would’ve derided those bandits enthusiastically.

You’re the ones who loved to bully people, right?

Now someone’s bullying you, right?

Nothing but a bunch of shameless thieves.

Within the camp, the breaths of the bone dragons wiped out a large number of bandits.

Then the bone dragons began to lower their flying altitude, and the skeleton trolls on their backs leaped down and continued to clean up the remaining bandits.

The bandits had long been terrified by the onslaught, they had no power to resist.

They were killed one by one under the axe of the skeleton trolls.

“Lord Undead, Sir Undead, we surrender, we surrender.”

From the stone brick building at the center of the camp, out came five people.

Three humans and two orcs.

Another mix of humans and orcs.

Their outfits were obviously different from ordinary bandits, more refined and better-off.

Without guessing, one could tell that they were the leaders of the bandits.

Fang Hao jumped down from the dragon’s back, his gaze falling on the five people.

[Human Bandit Warrior (Tier 4)]

[Orc Bandit Warrior (Tier 5)]

[Human Bandit Leader (Tier 7)]…

“Sir Undead, we surrender, there must be some misunderstanding here. Please stop the attack.” The five of them knelt directly on the ground, speaking loudly.

They just plundered nearby villages and some passing merchant caravans.

They were not ones to provoke the undead, they even rarely went to orc territories for fear of provoking the crazy, reckless orcs.

They were utterly confused by the undead’s attack, not knowing how they had offended them.

“The leader comes to talk.” Fang Hao said.

[Human Bandit Archer (Tier 4)].

Among the five, an archer was reluctantly pushed forward and walked up to Fang Hao.

“You think I am an idiot, don’t you?” Fang Hao cursed angrily.

Even if he could not see their attributes, he could still tell from their movements that this was a scapegoat.

Fang Hao walked to the real leader, angrily kicked him twice,

and gave the order, “Kill everyone except him.”

At his words, everyone was stunned. Then they were beheaded amidst their loud pleas, their heads rolling to the side.

The leader’s forehead was shining with drops of sweat, which trickled into his eyes, causing a tickling sensation.

That was close. If the scapegoat was believed, he would undoubtedly be beheaded too.

Swallowing nervously, he hurriedly said, “Sir Undead, whatever orders you have, I… I will carry them out with all my might to the letter.”

As he spoke, beads of sweat kept pouring down.

Fang Hao gave him a cold glance and said, “Tie him up and take him away later.”

Having said that, he went directly into the stone house behind him to see if there were any spoils of war.

The stone house somewhat resembled a level 4 lord’s wooden house.

Inside the hall were piles of seized goods, including fabrics and a few Warfire Coins.

This encampment housed a considerable number of people, but it was not wealthy, even rather poor to say the least.

“Clear out everything from the room,” ordered Fang Hao.

The Troll Skeletons got to work, stooping to carry various items from the room outside.

This time he came with the Bone Dragon and a full complement of Troll Skeletons, only picking up things he needed or items of value to bring back to his territory.

In the bandit leader’s master bedroom, Fang Hao noticed a golden chest.

After opening it, rewards appeared.

[Received: Blueprint for the Faceless’s Hut, Blueprint for a City Wall, Blueprint for an Iron Sword, 5 Soul Crystals, 72 Warfire Coins.]

It’s over.

There were repeating blueprints.

The only absent blueprint was indeed for the Faceless’ Hut.

[Faceless’s Hut (Purple): 550 Hardwood, 300 Stone Bricks, 220 Iron, 80 Metal

Parts, 2 Traces of Chaos, 2 Traces of Divinity.]

(Description: We are everywhere, We know everything.)

It is a purple blueprint again.

It seemed that the level of the chest reaching gold was due to this Faceless’ Hut.

In addition to the Faceless’ Hut, he’d had blueprints for the City Wall and the Iron Sword quite a while ago. He’ll see if anyone in the channel doesn’t have them and sell them off.

In the corner of the camp,

The humanoid figures were still hung on wooden stakes, like spectators who had bought tickets to watch an epic on an imax screen from a distance.

This was definitely more thrilling than watching it in a movie theater, it was a fully immersive experience.

When they saw the Undead issuing orders to execute the bandit leaders on the spot, they felt a sense of bitter revenge inside.

As for the leader who wasn’t killed, they were not worried at all. These Undead had killed so many people, how could they possibly spare a leader’s life?

While the Undead were spreading out to scour the camp for goods, they began to contemplate ways to escape.

The men started to give one another side glances, communicating with their eyes on how to get free.

Just as they began to struggle, trying to swing themselves, an Orc girl came walking over with a few gigantic Skeletons.

The men promptly feigned death. The ropes were still swinging slightly.

“Let them down,” ordered Anjia.

The Troll Skeleton raised its axe and cleanly severed the rope suspending the men.

Thump, thump, thump!

Ugh!!

The sound of their falling bodies rang out sharply, followed by muffled moans of pain from the men pretending to be dead.

Anjia pulled the rag from the mouth of the man in the tracksuit and said, “Come with me.”

The man still lay on the ground, pretending to be just a corpse.

Thump!

Anjia gave him a kick, sending him flying two meters away. The man shrieked in agony as though he’d been hit in the chest by a hammer.

“Don’t waste my time,” Anjia said coldly.

“Yes, yes, yes!” The men saw what had happened and immediately got up eagerly, appearing completely subservient.

Anjia snorted coldly and brought them before Fang Hao.

“So, how did you get captured by the bandits?” Fang Hao’s husky voice rang out, his question directed at the man in the tracksuit standing to the side.

The man was dressed in a blue tracksuit, with skin that was somewhat tanned, likely from exposure to the sun.

Clad in glasses, the lens in the left frame was missing, leaving behind the slightly deformed frame.

Faced with the questioning from a skeleton, the man was a little flustered. His legs involuntarily wobbled as he stuttered, “Sir, my village is nearby… the bandits attacked us… and we were taken here.”

After thinking for a moment, he knelt on the ground with a thud and said, “Thank you, sirs, for saving us… When I return, I will definitely erect a tablet for you and keep burning incense day and night..”