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Chapter 1219: Chapter 813, Yacolan Cemetery Chapter 1219 -813, Yacolan Cemetery Here is the translated text with formatting and punctuation corrected according to The Chicago Manual of Style: *What’s going on?* Cleolando didn’t immediately answer, but instead furrowed her brows and instinctively shuffled closer to her guards. Even though this person’s voice was the same, their tone, demeanor, and even the way they spoke were noticeably different. It gave the distinct feeling that they’d swapped places with someone else. “Ms. Reed?” Cleolando called out cautiously. *Her mind was already speculating—did someone use a unique kind of spell?* *She’d heard of such things before, like the Immortal Emperor of the Undead wielding magic capable of controlling other undead.* Gray Bear Reed turned back to her, nodded, and said, “No need to worry. I’m Fang Hao. Using one of my skills, I can temporarily communicate with you through my subordinate hero.” Cleolando’s eyes widened a bit further. *Such a skill actually exists? Unbelievable.* “Cleolando, is this tower the ‘Yacolan Burial Grounds’?” Fang Hao continued asking. Cleolando didn’t overthink it and immediately responded, “This spire is only a part of the burial grounds. The full extent can only be seen at night.” Fang Hao nodded, sweeping his gaze around to assess the surroundings. The endless desert stretched as far as the eye could see, its air shimmering from the oppressive heat of the blazing sun. “There’s nothing worth seeing here now. Let’s head back and strategize. Later, we’ll gather some troops and return for exploration,” Cleolando said after taking a swig from her water pouch. The ‘Yacolan Burial Grounds’ wasn’t much of a secret, as it was a publicly known exploration map. Not just her, but several transmigrators in the vicinity had formed teams seeking to conquer it. Their outcomes, however, were nearly always the same. After losing soldiers and resources, they’d leave battered and dejected. Over time, fewer and fewer people paid attention to the area. But Fang Hao’s arrival—a person who could rival the Dragon Clan—had given her a glimmer of hope. With their combined strength, perhaps the burial grounds could truly be conquered. The blueprints and equipment unlocked from the site could be a tremendous boon to her development. Fang Hao cast a glance at Cleolando’s troop force. A level-six purple Skeleton Hero and nearly two hundred ‘Graveyard Warriors’ serving as infantry. These forces were merely guards and couldn’t possibly conquer the map. “No need to go back. I have my own plan. You should now arrange for people to set up a temporary camp. We’ll tackle this place tonight,” Fang Hao stated outright. “Are you joking?” Cleolando asked, frowning. “Relax. I have things under control,” Fang Hao insisted. Cleolando hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed. *If Fang Hao is this confident, it doesn’t hurt to give it a shot. Besides, with only just over two hundred troops, I can always retreat at the first sign of danger.* *Surely, the one hailed as the best in the realm wouldn’t act recklessly. Maybe there truly is a deeper strategy at play.* “Alright!” Cleolando nodded and began organizing her personnel to establish a temporary encampment. The desert stretched endlessly, but beneath its sands lurked no shortage of bizarre creatures. … Nightfall descended. Within simple walls, multiple leather tents had been erected. “It’s night now. The Yacolan Burial Grounds should soon emerge,” Cleolando remarked. Gray Bear pulled a Teleportation Scroll marked with their current coordinates from his backpack and handed it to her, saying, “Give this to Lord Fang Hao.” *Cleolando still couldn’t quite figure out what Fang Hao was planning.* *What could one teleportation scroll possibly do? It might only move a few individuals.* Still, she accepted it and, using the transmigrators’ trade function, transferred it directly to Fang Hao. Moments later, a Magic Array illuminated the center of their camp. Fang Hao emerged from the shimmering portal, flanked by two black-armored Dark Gold Heroes. Cleolando, having seen Fang Hao before, was nevertheless startled by the towering presence of the two heroes accompanying him. “Mr. Fang Hao…” Cleolando stepped forward to greet him. Gray Bear also approached, bowing. “My Lord.” Fang Hao nodded and asked, “Cleolando, has the burial grounds appeared yet?” “Any moment now—the night seems primed for its emergence.” Cleolando glanced uneasily at the heroes beside him and cautiously inquired, “Mr. Fang Hao, are we truly exploring the map tonight?” The Yacolan Burial Grounds was infamous throughout the region. Even with the might of Dark Gold Heroes, clearing an entire city was an insurmountable task. “No rush. Let me assess the situation before making a decision.” The group waited for half an hour. The night grew darker and more ominous. “My Lord, the burial grounds are about to emerge,” a guard on sentry duty announced. Cleolando nodded and turned to Fang Hao. “Let’s go—the grounds are appearing.” The party followed Cleolando out of the tents and onto the wooden barricade they’d constructed, gazing into the distance. The desert nights shone startlingly bright, with cold moonlight cascading over the sands and reflecting brilliantly. “There!” Cleolando pointed toward the spire’s original location. Swish, swish, swish! The sandy plains began sinking rapidly, like water draining from an opened sluice. Structures gradually emerged as the sand receded. First, a series of rooftops, then more and more buildings came into view. This seemed to be a fully preserved city beneath the dunes. “They say that the pyramid at its center holds the treasures of desert undead—which explains why people keep coming to conquer it. Yet none have succeeded,” Cleolando explained as she stood nearby.