Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The original plan was to buy it.

But when they realized they couldn't purchase it, they chose to have Little You steal it, while Black Thorn and others disguised themselves as merchants for cover.

For the original inhabitants, the Book of Lords was of no use whatsoever.

Like a broken book that couldn't be opened, it was utterly unusable.

Thus, they never thought this matter would escalate into something serious.

But now that Black Thorn is seriously injured and the merchants and Bound Spirit Guardians with him are dead, Fang Hao is also somewhat surprised.

"What happened?" Fang Hao sat down nearby and asked sternly.

Taking a deep breath, Little You continued, "They must have been using the Book of Lords as bait, knowing someone would come for it and had set a trap in advance. In the end, I could only flee with Black Thorn."

With this explanation, the meaning became clear to him.

The Undead had set a trap in advance, waiting for 'Cleolando' to return for the Book of Lords.

This plan likely wasn't conceived by the original inhabitants; it was probably the idea of some transmigrator Think Tank.

Sometimes, outsiders don't understand you.

And they can't easily find your weak spots.

Only those who know you, your own people, know where your vulnerabilities lie and seek to bully and exploit you.

"Is Black Thorn seriously hurt?" Fang Hao asked on.

"The skeleton has sustained significant damage, but the funeral Priest said it's not too serious and can be repaired."

These manufactured Undead heroes don't heal from wounds like living creatures do; they require repair by funeral Priests.

Once repaired, they're essentially as good as new.

"Okay." Fang Hao nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, what's our next move? We can't just let this go," Little You spoke softly.

She was holding a grudge.

With people dead and a hero seriously wounded, it couldn't just be overlooked.

But it wasn't the right time to clash with the Undead.

Whatever the plan, it would have to wait until the situation with the Orcs had settled down.

Thinking about it, it seems I'm in some danger.

Direct warfare with the Orcs, underhanded relations with the Elf Clan, and now I've provoked the Undead.

Of three major clans, I've offended three.

No, I need to keep a low profile.

This doesn't align with my plan to lie low until the end.

"Now that we are addressing the conflict with the Orcs and have obtained the Book of Lords, we can set aside the Undead for now and seek revenge later," Fang Hao said.

Little You also understood this reasoning.

"Understood."

Fang Hao picked up the Book of Lords, and the system prompt appeared.

[The Book of Lords can be consumed.]

The Book of Lords in his hand turned into a light and merged into his own Book of Lords.

After choosing to occupy and setting 'Cleolando' as the proxy governor.

A Book of City Lord split off from the Book of Lords.

He handed the new Book of City Lord back to Little You and instructed, "Make another trip, go to the Supreme Saint Golden City and give this book to 'Cleolando'."

"Yes, sir," Little You accepted and promptly left the Lord's hall.

After sending off Little You, Fang Hao went straight to the Viscera Museum to check on Black Thorn.

He spoke with the funeral Priest at the entrance to get an update on the situation.

Learning that there really wasn't a big problem,

He then went to the Skeleton merchant to explain the situation to Doujin.

These Undead were recruits, without families, and thus there are no compensations to discuss.

But it was still necessary to be clear about the situation.

It wasn't until the afternoon

That Fang Hao received a message from Rolana.

The army had set out from 'Black Wind Castle' and was now nearing the Orc stronghold 'Tiger's Mouth'.

She asked if there were any special circumstances and if there was nothing else, they planned to attack tonight.

To retaliate against the Orcs, and seize Tiger's Mouth.

Fang Hao delegated the city's affairs.

Then he sat on the White Bone throne and released his Divine Descent.

...

Miner Forest.

The buffer zone at the border between the Blood Clan and the Orcs.

The moment Fang Hao opened his eyes, he had successfully 'descended' into Gray Bear's body.

Clad in battle armor, with Beast Skin draped over his shoulders and a war saber hanging from his waist.

Looking majestic.

Yet there was still a ruffian air about him.

He surveyed the surroundings and assessed the situation.

In the not so dense forest, rows upon rows of four-armed skeleton warriors and skeleton archers stood.

In the rear, he could see the massive Double-Headed Corpse Dragon.

It seemed that they were waiting for his orders to then attack the Orc stronghold, Tiger's Mouth.

With the enemy's Demigod dead, it was a great opportunity to strike.

"Where's Rolana?" Fang Hao asked one of the Blood Clan nearby.

The latter glanced at him and still reported, "Miss Rolana is in the tent behind."

In addition to Fang Hao sending reinforcements, the Blood Clan had also reinforced 'Black Wind Castle', with various Blood Clan troops brought over, paler than the dead, and their speech cold as ice.

In the middle of the army camp, a Beast Skin tent was set up. Guarding the entrance was not a soldier from the Blood Clan, but Nisbit left behind by Fang Hao.

Nisbit himself is a hero, and it's actually an overqualification for him to act as a guard.

It seems that Nisbit did not recognize Fang Hao and therefore did not salute.

He just stood there, stiffly.

He paid no attention to this.

He lifted the tent flap and walked in.

The inside of the tent was dimly lit, with Rolana, Beata, and the Ice Dragon 'Landslett'.

Three women were all sitting inside the tent.

Beata was mumbling non-stop about something.

"I am Fang Hao, do you have any intelligence on the enemy?" He said directly after entering.

Upon hearing that it was Fang Hao, the color on Rolana's face brightened with joy.

Immediately, someone brought over a table and spread out a leather map on it.

The map was not new, probably drawn quite some time ago, but a few new annotations could still be seen on it.

Her pale finger pointed to a forest location on the map, "This is where we are."

The finger moved forward along the map and stopped on a castle icon, "Continue forward, walk out of this forest, and we will see the Orc fortress 'Tiger's Mouth'. I plan to attack directly and take down this place."

The Orc Clan has only two demigods, one needed to reside in the Orc capital, and the other was killed by Fang Hao.

And the Orc Clan's gods can't always watch the battlefield.

So, starting a war at this time is the best opportunity.

Not only can they take the opportunity to trap the Orcs, but it is also a chance to demonstrate their own strength.

To let the enemy know that they do not fear the Orcs and can even threaten their lives.

Wars are like this; they attack you because they think you are weak. When you show almost equal strength, the enemy starts to hesitate.

His gaze returned to the map and he asked, "How many troops are stationed here?"

Rolana said, "According to the Scout's report, the Orcs have been consistently reinforcing their troops recently, and there should be a large number of Orcs and transmigrator armies in the city, probably no less than fifty thousand."

Not much time has passed since the last battle at Black Wind Castle.

So quickly gathering fifty thousand troops, the Orcs were actually quite swift.

"Do you have any intelligence on the enemy heroes?"

Rolana shook her head, "No information on that aspect."

"Alright, then we'll proceed with your plan. If there's danger, I will arrange support." After some thought, Fang Hao also nodded in agreement with the plan.

After discussing, they exited the tent.

Rolana directed the soldiers to keep moving forward and prepare to attack.

Beata then leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How is my mother?"

"She's doing well, she's even gained some weight these past few days," Fang Hao replied directly.

"Ah, no, really? Is my mother not coming back at all? If she's gone, what should I do?" Beata's large eyes brimmed with tears.

Fang Hao lowered his voice and said, "Didn't you say you didn't like her bossing you around?"

"Humph! I just don't want to be controlled, who said I don't want to see her? She's my mother," Beata said indignantly.

Fang Hao smiled and reassured in a soft voice, "Come on, she's still in the main city. You can see her when you go back."

"Eh? My mother hasn't become a god?"

"Shh! Don't spread rumors. When you go back, let your mother explain it to you."

"Oh, okay." Beata nodded, indicating she understood.

Soon, the army began to move.

The sound of footsteps and the clashing of weapons resounded through the forest.

On the army's supply wagons, carefully placed rifle bullets and detonators could be seen.

There were quite a lot of them.

...

Emerging from the forest, they soon saw an Orc fortress in the distance.

It still bore the Orcs' rugged style.

Castle walls constructed from massive stones, with sharpened wooden stakes at the corners, slanted upwards like chevaux-de-frise, and Orc Flags hoisted atop the walls, along with Blood Clan heads hanging on wooden poles.

As the Undead, like a tide, flooded out from the forest and covered the open ground.

The alarms rang on the city walls, and the Orcs plunged into panic.

Countless Orcs ran back and forth atop the walls, transporting defensive equipment, beginning their preparation for combat.

Several Orc high-rankers with clearly superior equipment.

Also stood on the city walls, gazing from afar towards the other side.

In fact, when their demigod had died, they should have suspected that the Blood Clan would use this opportunity to counterattack.

Any race would not miss such an opportunity.

Four-armed Skeleton commanders surged out of the forest like a tide.

Behind the Four-armed Skeleton commanders, there were Thunder Gunners carrying rifles, and the Double-Headed Corpse Dragons walking forward instead of flying for the time being.

A dense mass of Undead gradually covered the entire open ground.

As far as the eye could see, they were all Undead soldiers.

And the Orcs on the city walls, who had been orderly, instantly fell into chaos.

There were too many Undead.

And unusually, there were Dragon-Type Troops.

Stomp stomp stomp!!

At that moment, several Black Cavalry riders quickly rushed over, throwing down three figures from their horses.

Two brawny Orcs and one transmigrator in leather armor.

"Lord Rolana, we encountered Orc Scouts and took these three prisoners after the battle."

Rolana nodded, "Are there any losses?"

"Two Black Knights and five from the Light Blood members have died."