Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

[Name]: Hall of Bones (core building)

[Level]: Early Black Iron

[Daily Recruitment]: 5 (Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Archers can be recruited currently.)

[Recruitment conditions]: 3 gold coins, 3 wood, 3 materials.

[Upgrade requirements]: 2000 gold coins, 2000 wood, 2000 materials.

[Note! If the core building is breached, you will be forced to permanently exit the dungeon. ]

This Hall of Bones is domineering, and it is like the abyss castle in the underworld when it is located on the mass grave.

The skeleton archer wears light leather, while the skeleton warrior wears armor similar to that of a soldier. Obviously, he is not afraid of shooting attacks but is afraid of blunt weapons. Weapons that can destroy bones, such as axes and meteor hammers, are their nemesis.

Similarly, these two Black Iron soldiers also have a freezing aura.

"It seems that we can't just sit and wait. We have to attack the local creatures nearby to collect resources and develop as soon as possible."

Mu Bai, who has played resource management games, knows this very well. Once the resource advantage is crushed in the early stage, the subsequent growth pressure will be greatly reduced, and the development speed will also increase rapidly.

He set his sights on the north, which was the direction from which the small group of soldiers came.

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In a village on the edge of the Dragon Vein Empire, the Viscount of the Dragon Vein Empire was standing on a high ground. His eyes were cold and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying this disaster directed by him.

The village was illuminated by the fire as if it were daytime. The houses were reduced to ashes in the flames. The air was filled with the smell of burning and the despair of the villagers.

The soldiers burned, killed and looted in the village wantonly. Their swords flashed coldly in the fire, and every swing took away an innocent life.

The villagers fled everywhere, but in this closed village, they had nowhere to escape.

Some villagers knelt on the ground in despair and begged for mercy from the Viscount.

"Sir, spare my life! It was the village chief who offended you and has nothing to do with us good people!!"

They were in tears and their voices were trembling, hoping that the noble viscount would spare their lives.

However, the viscount turned a blind eye to their pleas, and even took pleasure in it, cruelly playing with these poor villagers.

"He owes me money, and if he can't pay it back, you lowly people will have to pay it back. If it weren't too far away from my territory, I would have sold you directly to slave traders!"

The cruelty and coldness of the viscount made the soldiers even more unscrupulous.

They not only robbed the villagers' property, but also insulted and killed innocent villagers at will.

"Oh my God! Who will save us? I will accept it even if it is a devil!"

The whole village was immersed in blood and fire, and the culprit of all this was the cold-blooded viscount.

The viscount didn't know why he felt the cold air coming in the crying and screaming.

"Wait!"

As a warrior, he had a keen sense of perception. He vaguely sensed something was wrong. The dark jungle behind him seemed to be very cold, as if a monster was about to rush out.

"Who's there? Come out!"

No one responded to his inquiry.

The Viscount was scared, but he was calm on the surface.

He quickly ordered his subordinates to take away money and supplies and left.

In the jungle, Mu Bai looked at this scene indifferently.

The opponent had more than a hundred people. If he had acted rashly just now, it would have been difficult to fight.

A few hours passed, the night was deep, and the trees in the jungle stood like huge ghosts. The dense leaves blocked the stars and moonlight, making the whole jungle fall into a mysterious and gloomy atmosphere.

In this darkness, the skeleton archer quietly appeared. He was like a dark shadow, shuttling between the jungles, silently.

Their bodies were thin and bony, and they were dressed in black robes as dark as the night. They wore a skull mask on their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light.

Holding a longbow in his hand, the bow was carved with strange totems, exuding a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.

At this moment, the Viscount's soldiers were camping in a clearing in the jungle.

They sat around the campfire, chatting and laughing, and seemed unaware of the impending danger.

However, the skeleton archer had quietly approached them.

They hid behind a big tree, slowly pulled up the longbow, and put on a black feather arrow. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, aiming at a soldier who was laughing by the campfire.

Taking a deep breath, he loosened the tight bowstring, and the feather arrow shot towards the target like black lightning.

The arrow pierced the night sky and accurately hit the soldier's chest.

The soldier's laughter stopped abruptly, and he widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by this sudden change. They looked around in panic.Trying to find the attacker.