Global Lord: My Undead Can Undergo Fission-Chapter 51 - A Pillow Comes When You Doze Off

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: A Pillow Comes When You Doze Off

Chapter 51 -51: A Pillow Comes When You Doze Off

The battle had ended, and Fang Jie had his Skeleton Laborers continuing their previous tasks before he himself returned to the Lord Mansion.

The Lord Mansion had transformed into a two-story building, with significantly better conditions than before, even boasting running water, though where it came from was a mystery.

“It’s a pity there’s no electricity, but there will definitely be in the future.”

Fang Jie lay down and slept until morning.

When he got up the next morning, he found that Fang Hao was already outside.

“Did it succeed, how do you feel?” Fang Jie approached and asked.

“I feel great, my strength is far beyond what it was before.”

Name: Fang Hao

Affiliated with: Origin Village

Loyalty: 100

Profession: Skeleton General

Talent: Swordsmanship Specialization

Rank: Bronze

Strength: 42, Agility: 40, Constitution: 45, Intelligence: 10, Spirit: 12

Death Battle Aura: 600/600

Skills: Basic Swordsmanship, Parry, Block, Downswing, Life Sacrifice Strike, Hidden Aura, Suppressive Strike, Death Vortex

Legion Skills: Infantry Corps Command, Skeleton Square Formation, Siege

Opening Fang Hao’s panel, Fang Jie felt envious.

These Hero Units, as long as their profession was suitable and they could continue battling, could constantly enhance their own strength.

In such a short time, Fang Hao had grown from a Skull Soldier into a Bronze Expert.

Thinking of himself, after all this time, he was still hovering at Apprentice rank.

Although a Lord had many subordinates, there was no enhancement to his own cultivation.

Speaking of which, if not for the “Super-speed Recovery” talent, his cultivation speed would definitely be slower.

“Hey, did you get taller?” Fang Jie suddenly looked at Fang Hao.

He hadn’t noticed before he came out, but now it was clear.

Fang Hao seemed like a little giant. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

“I did get taller,” Fang Hao nodded.

His profession had advanced, and his physique had changed.

Originally, Fang Hao was about the same height as himself, even a bit shorter, but now he was around two and a half meters tall.

If not for his skeletal frame, the oppressive presence would be absolutely overwhelming.

“By the way, this is for you, keep up the good work,” Fang Jie said as he tossed the Silver Cross Sword he had obtained yesterday to Fang Hao.

Fang Hao caught it, swung it a few times, and then sheathed it at his waist: “Thank you, Lord.”

Suddenly, Fang Jie noticed someone frantically trying to contact him.

“Ji Guang?

What’s the matter?” Fang Jie furrowed his brows; this guy had been blacklisted by him previously and shouldn’t have been able to contact him.

Somehow, he had managed to get through again.

Last time he was badmouthing him, and now he had taken the initiative to reach out.

Fang Jie had already decided that if the other party spoke rudely, he would just hang up, treating it as a harassing call.

“Fantastic, finally got through.

Firstly, Fang Hao, I apologize, what happened before was not my intention.”

“It’s nothing, tell me, what do you plan to do?”

Ji Guang slightly narrowed his eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing through them, but after glancing outside, he forcefully suppressed this anger.

The protective circle had disappeared, and his subordinates had all fled.

He had initially planned on developing, but then a group of green-skinned Beastmen showed up at his door, leaving Ji Guang with no choice but to surrender.

Then the Beastmen used some method to forcibly convert his territory into the Beastman Camp.

Although this camp wasn’t bad—the eating was a bit excessive, but the combat power was very strong—the Beastmen only wanted him to provide labor.

Originally, Ji Guang thought that as long as he could survive, he could develop little by little and eventually stand up to the Beastmen.

But this morning, Ji Guang suddenly overheard a special message.

It turned out that the Beastmen had always been preparing a special ritual, which required him, the Lord, to be alive.

Eventually, they would sacrifice him, and the territory would become the exclusive property of one of the Beastmen.

As for his own fate after being sacrificed, that was easy to imagine.

“I have an item here, looking to exchange for some troops.” Ji Guang casually placed the item up for offer.

Troop Building Upgrade Card (Bronze): Can upgrade a troop building blueprint to the highest level, Bronze.

Fang Jie’s eyes lit up; he had truly stumbled into a timely solution as he had been lacking this very item.

“Not bad, I’ll give you a thousand Skull Soldiers, how does that sound?”

Fang Jie didn’t particularly like this person, so he hadn’t planned to offer too high a price.

“That’s too little; I need to upgrade my village and prepare to challenge a disaster level; these won’t suffice.”

Fang Jie scoffed, “Challenging a disaster level?

Even a hundred thousand Skull Soldiers wouldn’t be enough, but your item definitely isn’t worth that much.” Fang Jie didn’t believe the other party was truly planning to undertake a disaster level challenge.

Moreover, Fang Jie was certain that the other party had already reached the village level, otherwise how could he possess such a treasure.

Below the village level, only those farmer troops could obtain items of Bronze rank.

However, it could be possible for himself, considering that he was initially from the Undead Camp and had a large number of Skeleton Soldiers.

“I don’t need that many; fifty thousand Skull Soldiers will be enough.”

“To be honest, otherwise I can’t give you that many.”

Ji Guang’s eyes flickered, and after a long moment, he finally compromised.

“Alright, I’ll tell you—I’m now controlled by the Beastmen, and they plan to kill me, so I want to rebel.

These Beastmen are very strong, numbering at least a hundred thousand.”

Fang Jie pondered slightly.

He didn’t really believe this; Ji Guang said there were a hundred thousand, but only requested fifty thousand Skull Soldiers—how could that be possible?

A force of a hundred thousand Beastmen, even if at the Bronze level, would likely exist.

If it were him, he would probably want to eliminate the Beastmen.

If fifty thousand were enough to eliminate them, then the Beastmen’s forces would likely number twenty to thirty thousand, and furthermore, they would unlikely have Bronze level elites.

Fang Jie didn’t want to cultivate a dangerous character, especially one who was at odds with himself.

He thought it over and figured that a condition where both parties end up hurting might require only twenty to thirty thousand.

However, this was a trade, not a battle.

Thinking this, Fang Jie said, “I’ll give you twenty thousand; although the item has value, it’s not worth that much.”

“Thirty thousand, I’ll sell it for thirty thousand, otherwise I would rather find my own way to escape.”

Ji Guang’s palms began to sweat; he had no chance of escaping as the Beastmen had been constantly watching him.

But he had to bluff; with fewer troops, he would stand no chance of survival, but if he had enough troops, then he might be able to turn defeat into victory.

Even with thirty thousand, he wasn’t very confident.

Fang Jie thought about it.

Others likely wouldn’t offer such a high price, but for him, it wasn’t much.

It seemed the other party was also reaching their limit: “Alright then, thirty thousand it is.”