Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1343 - 921, Hot Topic

Chapter 1343 -921, Hot Topic

Soon after, the four sisters and Nisbit were all resurrected.

Fang Hao briefly instructed them and then let them go back to rest.

After all, today’s events were quite dangerous.

After seeing the heroes off.

Fang Hao stood in front of the Lord’s mansion and began repairing the building.

[Holy City Repairs: Tough Wood 875, Ironized Wood 522…, Glazed Tiles 12, Perfect Essence 1.]

Luckily, I didn’t dismantle my own Holy City.

Otherwise, the Dragon Queen would have faced rejection from this plane.

The materials for repairs aren’t much, but even then, it’s not sustainable if it gets shot a few times a day.

I still need to find a fundamental solution to this problem.

…

Today.

The entire transmigrator community exploded in an instant.

Fang Hao, the number one in the world, the unbeatable Fang Hao, was actually dead.

Savana of the Elf Clan ultimately ascended to the top rank.

This shift was far too significant.

For transmigrators, this event was comparable to the death of a powerful nation’s king.

Both the regional and world channels were discussing this matter.

Speculations about how he died, as well as discussions on who would ultimately inherit Fang Hao’s legacy.

Could it be that today Savana rose to the top, and in a few days, someone would inherit the land and resources and a new number one will emerge?

Even now, many people had begun to group together towards the Federation of Hundred Cities, hoping to try their luck.

Perhaps to acquire Fang Hao’s Book of Lords.

The throne of number one, I also want to sit upon it.

In any case, this matter became the biggest topic among transmigrators.

…

Elf Clan, Eternal Song Capital.

Savana hurriedly walked through the lavishly decorated corridor.

The guards on both sides saluted her, and although she normally maintained etiquette, she just rushed in response.

When she arrived in front of a white room, she took a deep breath to steady her breath a little.

Just as she was about to knock, a voice came from inside, “Come in.”

Savana’s hand, which was about to knock, paused, and instead, she pushed the door open.

Inside the room, a noble elf woman was holding a porcelain cup with gold-trimmed leaf decor, sipping tea.

“What’s the rush, all huffing and puffing? You are nearly a family woman, yet still act this way,” the woman said gently.

Taking a deep breath, Savana said directly, “Lady Felica, I just received news that the first-ranked transmigrator, Fang Hao, is dead, and I have now become the new number one.”

The hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air.

With some surprise, she asked, “How did he die? Your previous assessment of him was quite high.”

“I got the news from the Silvermoon Emissary; the Orcs have been looking for him. Judging by the timing, it is very likely they did it, but the specific reason is still unknown,” continued Savana.

“Oh? The Orcs have this ability?” The noble woman seemed a bit surprised. After thinking it over, she continued, “It’s good that he’s dead. Your wedding is coming up, so don’t get busy these days. Go to the headquarters of the Trade Alliance and check out the venue.”

“Oh, okay, Madam.”

…

Night fell.

Tiger Fang Pass.

In the dark night sky, a loud war horn sounded, followed by the rapid footsteps of a run.

“Lady Rolana, the Orcs have begun to charge,” Hoyle reported hurriedly as he walked fast.

Black Thorn-Hoyle, the former head of Skeleton Island, was a Dark Elf swordsman.

After being transformed into a Living Dead hero by Nelson, he was assigned here by Fang Hao.

An assistant to Rolana.

Rolana frowned, somewhat puzzled by the Orcs’ thinking.

It was clear that the Blood Clan had an advantage at night, so why would they choose to attack in the evening?

Were their heads truly filled with muscles?

Amidst the dense and hurried sounds of sprinting, the well-equipped Orc army also appeared en masse within the flickering firelight.

“Fire the cannons, rifleman free to shoot once in range,” Rolana quickly ordered.

The messenger relayed the command, and the next second, the cannon fire roared to life.

The deafening boom of the cannons, along with the spreading gunsmoke, filled the entire battlefield.

Masses of Orcs were reduced to fragments under the bombardment.

And as the bodies of the Orcs glowed red, sprinting forward swiftly.

A terrifying blade light cut through the night sky, launching furiously from afar.

Boom!!

With an earth-shattering roar.

The entire city wall was horizontally cleaved by a massive crack, and the tightly shut gates exploded with a thunderous bang.

Instantly split in two.

The gates were breached!

Rolana’s eyes widened, and fear filled the eyes of others inside the city.

Such a technique, such power.

It must be the Orcs’ deity.

This deity of the Orcs truly seemed to be omnipresent, as if fixated on them.

Its frequent appearances on the battlefield were far from the demeanor expected of a god.

It also further confirmed that the assassination against Fang Hao must have been by the Orcs.

Otherwise, why would it not show up in several of the previous battles, but suddenly appear today?

With the city gates shattered, the charging Orcs let out exhilarated roars.

With high morale, their pace quickened even further.

And at the rear, two strong grey-furred wolves, pulling a metal chariot, slowly entered the range of the battlefield.

Atop the chariot stood an Orc Priest.

Coldly scanning over the city walls without seeing any divine light, a smile appeared on his face.

He flicked the reins in his hand, and the grey-furred wolves began to charge forward, pulling the chariot.

But this time, there were no bronze chariots, unable to take flight.

The chariot advanced rapidly, and the Priest’s staff continuously struck out.

Turning into terrifying blade lights, chopping at the top of the city walls.

The blade lights exploded in an instant, slaughtering cannoneers and riflemen in swathes.

Rolana’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she commanded coldly, “Open the gates, engage them in close combat, heroes kill the Orcs, do not engage with the deity on the chariot.”

“Yes!”

Without waiting for the Orcs to get closer, the broken gates were completely opened.

The Undead soldiers poured out of the city like a tide, plunging headfirst into the ranks of the Orcs.

The two sides began to entangle in combat.

Soldiers mingled together, relentlessly engaging in battle.

Casually knocking a few Corpse Dragons out of the sky, my gaze swept across the dense, fiercely battling crowd.

Raising my weapon, I didn’t bring it down again, muttering, “Clever trick.”

…

The next day.

The Trade Alliance base was as bustling as ever, with a constant stream of people coming and going.

Three figures bypassed the crowd and entered the Fire Hammer Shop.

The Dwarf, just opening for business and preparing for the day’s work, looked up and furrowed his bushy eyebrows.

A Rabbitmen Clan girl, accompanied by two Skeletons?

Orcs were not uncommon, but they definitely did not include members of the Rabbitmen Clan.

This frail race did not hold a high status among the Orc Clan and was rarely seen here.

“The shop’s not open yet, folks. If you want something forged, please come back later!” the Dwarf stepped forward to stop them and said directly.

The Rabbit-Woman in the lead glanced at him, took a badge out of her pocket, and said, “Is Master Brinston in? I need to see him about something.”

The Dwarf showed surprise.

Not many badges had been issued from the Fire Hammer Shop.

It was not just the Rabbit-Woman; only one had been given to an Orc.

Looking at the Rabbit-Woman with some suspicion, he nonetheless stepped aside, saying, “Go wait in the backyard for a bit, I’ll inform the master.”

The three followed him to the backyard and sat down on the wooden chairs, waiting with a measure of restraint.

Soon after, the Dwarf Brinston came over.

In one hand he held a face-mask, and in the other, a beer mug.

“Who’s there so early in the morning?” he called out, voice muffled.

Upon seeing the Rabbit-Woman, his eyebrows instantly furrowed, and after rolling his eyes upward in thought, he asked curiously, “Did Fang Hao send you?”

The Rabbit-Woman stood up and bowed slightly, “Master Brinston, just call me Eira.”

“Haha, I knew it! I could tell at first glance that you fit that lad’s taste,” Brinston laughed heartily.

After laughing twice and noticing the Rabbit-Woman’s still serious face, he stopped with some embarrassment and asked, “Why didn’t Fang Hao come himself?”

Eira replied, “The master had some business, so he had me come instead.”

Her vague response made the Dwarf frown as well.

“That kid, really now, spit it out then, what is it?”

Eira looked to the side, and Nisbit stepped forward, placing a chest on the ground; as the chest opened, there were five suits of armor inside.

Brinston approached, examining them closely.

A large hole had been penetrated through the chest of each one.

At this moment, the way he looked at the Rabbit-Woman changed slightly. It went without saying that something happened on Fang Hao’s side.

One of the suits was one he had made for Fang Hao.

Such a large gap couldn’t have been caused by an ordinary attack.

“What happened?”

“It’s not appropriate to discuss here, we hope that the master can keep this confidential for us,” said Eira directly.

Brinston glanced at her, saying, “Rest assured on that front, your secrets won’t be divulged, and no one dares to probe into it here.”

“Thank you, master.”

“You’re quite polite, little miss. Leave the equipment here; come back to collect it in half a month.”

“Is there not enough time to make it faster?”

“How much faster do you want it?”

“Tomorrow…”

Brinston glared fiercely, “Have you lost your mind? Do you think this is child’s play?”

Eira gestured again and one of the Bound Spirit Guardians behind her brought forward another small treasure chest. As the lid opened, it revealed stacks of Warfire Cards inside.

“Master, this is the payment. When I come to collect the equipment, I’ll bring two Orange-grade pieces as a gift for your collection,” she said.

Orange-grade equipment, in this world, still ranked among the top tier.

Brinston’s eyes narrowed slightly, surprised at their financial resources.

At his level, money was not an issue, but the offered price seemed to exceed the cost of the repairs several times over.

As a business deal, it was undeniably worthwhile.

“Three days’ time, that’s the best I can do.”

“Fine, I’ll come back in three days.”

After the two parties agreed, Eira left the Fire Hammer Shop.

Passing by a tall building, she saw many of the Elf Clan decorating a structure.

Taking a look, she left straight away.

…

The main city, Heroes’ Altar.

Fang Hao opened the operations page and resurrected all the heroes who had died last night at ‘Tiger’s Maw’.

Most of them were Nisbit’s who had been left there, although a few core heroes had not died.

The battle from the previous night was quite fierce.

After clashing with the enemy.

Rolana led the army to directly give up ‘Tiger’s Maw’, starting a strategic retreat.

Firstly, it was indefensible, and secondly, ‘Tiger’s Maw’ had basically become ruins, rendering its occupation pointless.

The plan now was to fall back to Black Wind Castle and continue the offensive.

After resurrecting the fallen heroes, they were assigned new tasks.

Returning to the Lord’s mansion, just as I was about to go upstairs to discuss matters with the Dragon Queen.

Ding!

The Book of Lords, once more, sounded a notification.

Opening it, there was a message from Aerygon.

“Mr Fang Hao, a transmigrator’s territory has been located, situated to the east of ‘Beast King City.’ It is roughly a five-hour journey to reach Beast King City.”

The main city of the Orc Clan is called ‘Va’anford City’.

But with its cumbersome and difficult name, transmigrators usually call it Beast King City or Beast God City.

It is the center of power for the Orcs.

“There’s no danger, right?” asked Fang Hao.

Aerygon replied, “There’s no danger. This transmigrator isn’t doing too well; I’ve allocated a new city to him, which I have already absorbed, and it’s ready for you to pass through at any time.”

“Good, wait for my message.”

“OK.”

Ending the chat, Mr Fang Hao called out upstairs, “Dragon Queen, come down for a meeting!”

Then continued speaking to someone outside, “Call Alurag and the others over, tell them there’s a matter to discuss.”

“Yes, my lord,” Nisbit responded promptly and left quickly.

At the same time, the Dragon Queen also came down from upstairs.

She seemed quite content with her newly arranged rooms.

Giving him a cold glance, she asked directly, “What’s the matter?”

“Where are your people? Prepare to advance towards the Orcs’ main city.”