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Moreover, they held an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

They are hundreds of times more efficient than the other lords.

It wasn’t long before.

In front of the wooden hut, several basic resources piled up into small hills.

“This can’t go on,” Fang Hao looked at the piled-up resources, frowning.

There’s no room to step foot now, and the Skeletons still kept putting materials onto the open space.

[Resources: Timber 420, Stone 340, Thatch 250, ...

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