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The gnolls were not a powerful faction.
In past battles, they relied on their superiority in numbers and a few simple tricks.
Their combat tactics were also quite limited.
Today, when faced with the undead army, whose numbers far exceeded theirs, they were clearly overwhelmed.
The skeletons stacked themselves like human pyramids to scale the walls, and the village gate came crashing down under repeated strikes.
The skeleton army surged into the camp like floodwaters released from a dam, and both sides engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat.
Within the gnoll camp, their forces failed to coordinate in any meaningful way.
Each gnoll fought the nearest target on its own.
Soon, under the relentless, fearless assault of the skeletons, every gnoll was utterly overrun.
When the camp returned to silence and the skeletons stood still, awaiting orders,
Fang Hao approached from afar.
Surveying the battlefield strewn with wreckage, he commanded, "Clean up the battlefield; collect all the equipment and resources."
The motionless skeletons sprang into action again, gathering the equipment scattered across the ground.
Typically, the camp would have a boss—someone like a village chief or a clan leader.
But now, the enemies had been hacked into pulpy remains, making it impossible to distinguish the leaders from the followers.
In the face of the Death God, all creatures were equal.
While the skeletons worked to clean up the battlefield, Fang Hao led over a dozen skeleton soldiers into the largest wooden building in the camp.
This should be the clan leader's quarters—or perhaps a council hall of some kind.
The furnishings and decorations exuded a distinctively wild aesthetic.
"Take this bear-skin rug back, move the table and chairs outside for now, and take them later," Fang Hao ordered as he pointed around the hall.
The skeletons began to move all the furnishings outside.
Later, they would pack everything up and take it away.
There was no choice; his territory was too poor, with the only piece of furniture being the pile of straw that served as his sleeping spot.
In the rear of the hall, there was another room.
Pushing open the door, Fang Hao saw a large bed with fur-covered blankets.
In the corner of the bedroom was a black chest that shimmered with a metallic sheen.
"Yes!" Fang Hao clenched his fist in excitement.
He finally had a proper bed.
As for the fact that it had once been used by gnolls,
he didn't care. The harsh conditions left no room for being picky.
Besides, he could simply wash the fur blankets thoroughly when he got back.
For now, he was just relieved that he wouldn't have to sleep on a pile of straw anymore.
His gaze shifted back to the chest.
The chest before him was different from the wooden chests he had encountered before.
It was clearly of higher quality, which meant its rewards would be even more valuable.
"Move the wooden bed and fur blankets outside, and be careful not to damage them," he ordered.
The skeletons began moving the wooden bed.
Meanwhile, Fang Hao approached the chest, rubbed his hands together, and silently prayed for divine luck before opening it.
[Obtained: Marketplace Blueprint, Cart Blueprint, Iron Axe Blueprint, Warfire Coin +20.]
Abundance!
It was just as he had hoped.
He had opened two wooden chests before, and their rewards were typically limited to two basic items.
This black iron chest contained three blueprints, all of which were practical.
The twenty Warfire Coins were a pleasant surprise; this camp turned out to be quite wealthy.
Having gathered his loot, he stepped outside.
In the central clearing of the camp, the collected resources lay piled into a small mountain.
Fang Hao didn't stop there and proceeded to the warehouse.
Inside the warehouse were neatly stacked supplies: wood, stone, food, beast hides, and a few weapons and tools.
"Move these supplies outside as well," he instructed the skeletons, while he continued to loot other areas.
Compared to the clan leader's quarters, the average gnoll's living spaces were extremely rudimentary.
Calling them houses would be generous; it was more accurate to describe them as hovels or makeshift shelters.
A quick sweep of the area revealed nothing worth scavenging.
Returning to the clearing,
Fang Hao began counting the collected resources.
Resources: 122 Wriggling Spines, 5,520 units of wood, 3,220 units of stone, 47 units of iron, 3,225 units of food, 144 beast hides, 20 Warfire Coins.
Equipment: 120 iron daggers, 72 single-edged blades, 45 battle axes, 12 flatbed carts.
Furniture: 1 large iron pot, 1 solid wooden table, 6 chairs, 1 double bed, 1 bear-skin rug, 1 set of beast-hide bedding, 12 wooden ladders.
Blueprints: Marketplace Blueprint, Cart Blueprint, Iron Axe Blueprint.
While tallying the loot, a smile gradually crept across Fang Hao's face.
Indeed, plundering was the fastest path to development.
The spoils from capturing this camp would sustain him for quite some time.
Of course, his side had suffered significant losses as well.
At least a third of his troops had been lost.
But it was no major issue; skeleton laborers could be summoned for free, though there was a cooldown period.
As for skeleton soldiers, he noted that he had collected 122 Wriggling Spines, meaning he could, if he wished, use their multipliers to recruit an army of ten thousand.
By any measure, this raid had been worth it.
"Alright, start loading the carts," he commanded.
The 12 flatbed carts were perfect for transporting everything, making the job much easier.
However, he had underestimated the sheer amount of loot; the 12 carts couldn't carry it all.
He opened the crafting menu and began constructing more carts.
Since he would need them eventually, he might as well build them now.
[Cart: 22 units of wood, 8 units of hemp rope.]
Fortunately, all the required resources were readily available.
Build.
[Hundredfold multiplier activated, successfully crafted 101 flatbed carts.]
Carts began appearing one after another, and the skeletons dutifully loaded the supplies onto them, securing everything tightly with hemp ropes.
At the same time,
Fang Hao began reexamining the camp itself.
He started to develop a few ideas.
His advantage lay in having a large number of skeletons who required neither food nor sleep and were tirelessly dedicated to their tasks.
The resources near his territory would eventually run out, harvested to depletion.
But this camp was a good stronghold; once preparations were complete, he could leave some skeleton laborers here to gather resources.
The warehouse and living quarters were already built, eliminating the need for construction.
As he mulled over these thoughts,
the supplies had been fully loaded.
The villagers' gate was hastily blocked, and the army left the gnoll camp, returning to their own territory.
Due to the weight of the carts and goods,
they couldn't cut through the forest as they had when they came; instead, they had to follow the main road back.
Fang Hao lay on a flatbed cart, resting on the fur blankets.
He opened his Book of Lords to pass the time.
"This stone axe—what a piece of crap, slow for chopping wood and breaking after a few swings."
"Stop complaining. This is how things are now. Just gather as much as you can; we need to upgrade our buildings, and the rest can be traded with Fang Hao for food."
"What bad luck. There's a river near my territory. I set up a net and usually catch one or two fish each day. But earlier, I went to check, and I almost died from fright."
"What happened?"
"The net was full of white bones. When I pulled it up, it was all skeleton bones. Some even had stone axes clutched in their hands. Scared the hell out of me, man."
"That spooky? Is there a graveyard near you or something?"
"No idea. I picked out the fish, buried the bones, and even bowed twice. Didn't dare eat the fish; I put them up for sale instead."
"Hey, I bought your fish. You screwed me over!"
"Screwed you how? The fish were perfectly fine, alive and kicking."
"Then why didn't you eat them yourself?"
"I was afraid they were poisoned."
"You son of a bitch, just wait till I get my hands on you."