Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The golden carriage, inlaid with gemstones, slowly came to a halt before the group.

The carriage door slowly opened and out stepped a woman clad in gold armor and a golden mask.

With the support of the Bound Spirit Guardians by her side, she descended from the carriage at a leisurely pace.

"Holy shit, she's got an intimidating presence."

"She's a Dark Gold Hero!"

"Yeah, a Dark Gold Hero clad in gold. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Is she one of Fang Hao's heroes too?"

"It's possible she's the leader of some native power, here to aid us."

As Amanda disembarked from the carriage, the transmigrants by the sidelines began to discuss amongst themselves in surprise.

You couldn't really blame them.

The spectacle this party presented was simply extraordinary.

The entire crew was aglow with gold, noticeable from a fair distance away, blinding to the eye.

Moreover, the wagons behind them seemed to be loaded with all types of gold articles, being hauled carriage after carriage.

Weren't they here as reinforcements?

Why didn't they bring more soldiers and instead haul all these gold items? Are they planning to buy Gray Iron City?

Amanda paid the transmigrants no mind as she entered the Beast Skin tent.

She sat down and calmly stated, "Fang Hao has sent me to assist you in taking Gray Iron City."

Dong Jiayue knitted her brows.

While the Dark Gold Hero was indeed impressive, in a large-scale war like this, one or two heroes could not make much of a difference.

Coughing slightly, Dong Jiayue asked, "Commander Amanda, are those the only soldiers you brought?"

Amanda nodded. "Yes."

"Uh, OK, and what type of troops are you skilled at commanding?" Dong Jiayue continued to probe.

Amanda paused for a moment, surveying the crowd, before saying, "Gray Iron City has only one wall to assault, so just stick with your current plan, and let me assist at the rear."

The rest of the heroes turned their attention to Dong Jiayue.

They were all unsure about this unexpected woman and her intentions.

Dong Jiayue pondered for a moment and decided to shrug it off.

This Dark Gold Hero was just a late addition before the battle. Even if she didn't turn out to be of much use, it wouldn't matter.

Rearranging the troops because of her would delay the campaign by two to three days.

After thinking it through, Dong Jiayue slammed her palm on the table and ordered, "Very well, prepare the troops according to our plan. We attack in one hour."

"Yes!" Everyone acknowledged and swiftly headed out.

Amanda also took her leave, guiding her golden carriages toward the front lines.

...

One hour later.

The banners fluttered, and orders were swiftly dispatched.

Simultaneously, the sound of war drums rang out.

The thumping of each drum engulfed the Undead army, uniting them into a thunderous roar.

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Meatfist glanced back at the flag waved by the troops, and shouted loudly, "Shields up!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The mass of Skeleton Trolls lifted their massive shields high over their heads, creating a ripple of grey metallic domes. It spread outward, like a meticulously paved floor.

"Advance!"

At the command, the Undead began moving in unison, boldly striding forward.

Meanwhile, Amanda in the rear, sitting in her carriage, raised her scepter and pointed it forward.

From behind her, a river of golden fluid flowed forth from the carriage, rapidly forming a protective layer of gold armor around each skeleton's body.

Underneath the shielded dome was a sea of shimmering gold.

Meatfist glanced back at the carriages, said nothing, and simply signaled the command for the Skeleton Warriors to begin their attack.

Beneath the cover of the shields, even the smaller skeletons began to inch forward with the army.

Dong Jiayue sat in the center, oblivious to the skeletons up front, all of which had been transformed into gilded warriors.

All around her, troops were being mobilized.

The ground was constantly trembling, and the only sound that reached her ears was that of bone clattering against armor.

...

Atop Gray Iron City.

Inside the giant observation tower, a Dwarf soldier, sheltering from the cold wind within the battlements, began to grumble.

"Damn this weather and damn these Undead. Once we engage, I'll use their skulls as chamber pots."

His companion, also bitterly cold, chatters, "Don't... don't say that, once we actually engage, who knows who will be using whose skull for a chamber pot?"

"What are you suggesting? That Gray Iron City can't hold off these Undead?"

"I didn't say that, I just heard from one of my relatives that King Rune has sent ministers to negotiate with the Undead, intending to settle this war peacefully, but the Undead refused."

This... this statement, the meaning behind it was not lost on the complaining Dwarf.

If their side were as confident as the king seemed when he made his speech, they wouldn't have sent diplomats to broker a settlement.

"Is that true?"

"Does it even matter if it's true? When the battle starts, just don't charge forward like an idiot, in case we decide to retreat and you don't even realize it."

"Damn those Undead." The grumbling Dwarf looked towards the Undead in the distance and spat.

As soon as he withdrew his gaze, he felt that something was off.

He took another look at the scene beyond the city wall, and immediately froze in shock.

Like a soulless body, he muttered, "Sound the alarm!"

"Wh-, what?" His partner's teeth chattered together.

"Sound the alarm! The Undead are attacking!"