Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1337 - 916, Go and Sit for a While

The fire raged fiercely, with thick smoke soaring into the sky.

The mysterious woman wearing a mask stood atop the front city wall.

On both sides of the city walls stood two-headed undead dragons with fierce appearances.

The smell of scorching, the light of fires burning amidst the ruins.

It was as if they were in hell, magnifying the orcs’ tension and fear incessantly.

Every orc stood in the square, looking up in silence at the masked woman of the Blood Clan.

The hatred between orcs and the Blood Clan had reached an irreconcilable point.

And the promise of no death from the other side, upon reflection, was not reliable.

What if they were deceiving themselves?

What to do when they laid down their weapons, and the enemy continued to attack?

Better to fight back; at least they could take a few down with them.

"Don’t trust her, how could the damn Blood Clan possibly spare us? Dying in battle under the glory of the father god will allow us to enter the domain of the father god."

Just as all the orcs hesitated, uneasy about their fate, the transmigrators had already quietly put down their weapons.

An orc stood out from the crowd, holding up a weapon and shouting about the glory of the father god.

Their demeanor, like that of a frenetic zealot.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, a streak of blood light shot through the air, piercing accurately through the target’s body.

The zealot, still in fervor just a moment ago, touched his chest and instantly fell backwards.

The orcs were startled again; they hadn’t even had time to react or join the resistance.

And just like that, the man was dead.

Some looked at the city wall in surprise, their tight grip loosening once more.

"Damn bats, the father god will punish you sinners..."

"Fight with me, the Orc Clan will never surrender..."

"Let’s go for it, fight them to the end."

Another small wave of orcs charged out, deciding to fight to the death.

Rolana looked down with a lowered head, then several Blood Spears were thrown again, the orcs who had just charged out from the crowd were pierced and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed freely.

The whole place returned to calmness.

Seeing that no one else was jumping out, Rolana spoke coldly, "You should also be aware that if I wanted to kill you, none of you would be able to escape. The fact that I haven’t done so means that as long as you do as I say, you won’t be killed, at least not in such a foolish way."

The orcs remained silent, not continuing to scream for battle, but still holding onto their weapons.

At this moment, a transmigrator stepped forward and shouted loudly, "We are not orcs, we were captured to be conscripted, if we surrender, will we not be killed either?"

Upon saying this, they immediately drew hateful glances from the orcs.

What does it mean to be captured for conscription?

Rolana nodded, "Yes."

"Alright, then we surrender." Upon saying so, the transmigrators, along with their own soldiers, threw away their weapons and consciously moved to one side, distancing themselves from the orcs.

Rolana continued looking at the orcs, "What about you?"

The orcs looked at each other, then dropped the weapons in their hands.

...

At the Tiger Teeth Pass, flames shot up and black smoke billowed.

Far from there, on a protruding hillside, stood a carriage.

The carriage was ornately designed, carved with special patterns of breezes, hunting bows, and boots.

It did not look like a carriage that belonged to the Orc Clan.

Inside the carriage, the curtain was lifted slightly, revealing a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes looking into the distance.

Seeing the divine light soaring amongst the undead.

Frowning, "So there really is a deity willing to support the Blood Clan, interesting."

"O great deity, is there anything that needs to be done?" Outside the carriage, a Priest asked quietly.

After a moment of silence, the voice from inside the carriage came again, "No need, my target is the transmigrator called Fang Hao, there’s no need to confront this god directly."

"What about this city...?"

"It’s none of our concern, let’s go... back."

The curtain fell, and the carriage slowly left the place.

...

In the distant army, Fang Hao’s gaze remained fixed on a far-off hillside.

Previously, he had felt watched, and sensed a threatening aura.

Looking in the direction he felt it from, the soaring divine light vanished in a flash.

Cold sweat appeared on Fang Hao’s forehead.

It was different from what he had speculated; there really was a deity present.

The deity didn’t care about the falling Orc City but was focused on this side instead.

As if watching his every move.

The deity was not the God of War, but a different deity with great interest in this place.

"What’s wrong?" Beata walked over and followed his gaze.

At the end of the line of sight was just a hillside, completely bare with nothing on it.

"It’s nothing, how did the battle up front go?" Fang Hao turned to look at her.

"Yeah, the battle is over, the city gates were opened, and the orcs have surrendered," Beata sat down beside him.

Fang Hao furrowed his brows, "Rolana accepted their surrender? What do we do with so many orcs at this time?"

Currently, during the war with the orcs, prisoners would be a burden.

If there are too many, a revolt could easily lead to chaos.

"Yeah, I said the same to her," Beata agreed with Fang Hao’s thoughts.

With a whoosh,

Rolana’s figure landed nearby.

Taking off her mask, the darkness above instantly retreated, revealing the bright sun overhead.

At this time, near dusk, the sky was tinged with a streak of sunset glow.

"Rolana, Fang Hao is asking why you accepted their surrender," Beata said, being quite meddlesome.

Rolana answered directly, "There was a carriage over there at the time, I suspected someone was inside, so I didn’t order them all to be killed."

She saw it too!

True, the Blood Clan have better vision in the dark, and flying into the sky allows them a broader view.

Discovering a carriage, then, is not unusual.

Fang Hao thought for a moment, then said, "Just now there was a deity over there, but I don’t know why, he didn’t participate in this war. It’s possible that he was just passing by."

Mentioning a deity, everyone furrowed their brows.

Before this, whether minor or major incidents occurred, there was no talk of encountering any deities.

It’s as if deities only existed in stories.

Now, these gods, showing up frequently, as if they cost nothing, often come into view.

On a hillside, you can even encounter those passing by.

Are there so many deities? So idle?

Wandering everywhere?

Rolana’s face also turned somewhat unsightly, then she asked, "Is he still there?"

"He probably left."

"What shall we do next?" Rolana continued to ask.

Fang Hao thought for a while, then said, "Then we’ll first take over this Tiger Fang Pass. Keep an eye on those captives, make sure nothing dangerous happens."

"Right!"

After discussing for a bit more, they directly entered Tiger Fang Pass.

Inside Tiger Fang Pass.

The once solid fortress had now changed beyond recognition.

The ground was pockmarked; most of the buildings in the city had also become ruins.

Covering bombing had always been effective.

Especially on Fang Hao’s side, with plenty of fulminate and Flight type troops fitting the bill.

After a round of bombing, there was barely anything left in the city.

Skeleton musketeers had already climbed atop the city wall, starting to keep guard.

The four-armed Skeleton commanders, holding shields, stood orderly on the streets, supervising the Orc and transmigrator captives in their cleanup work.

"There are no injured among the captives?" Fang Hao asked in a low voice.

"Those who were seriously injured were killed, and those with minor injuries were treated with Blood Clan methods. These guys are quite obedient; for now, there seems to be no danger," Rolana said, hands clasped behind her, while walking along.

They walked all the way in.

Along the way, all the Orcs bowed their heads.

Carefully avoiding eye contact.

Afraid of angering this Slaughter God, being directly killed by him.

"There are still quite a few in number; a rebellion could easily break out," Fang Hao continued.

"I plan to support those surrendering transmigrators, promising some benefits, such as joining the Blood Clan or the Bloodline legacy," Rolana said.

That was indeed a solution.

For transmigrators, these two points were indeed quite attractive.

The Clan needs no further mention, and the Blood Clan also have the notion of Bloodline.

Transforming into Blood Clan, one’s lifespan would also increase.

Among the transmigrators, many envied these traits. With the right promises, they should all be willing to cooperate with the Blood Clan.

At least being driven by the Orcs brought them no benefits.

Servicing the Blood Clan however came with Bloodline and Clan affiliation, longevity for centuries—who wouldn’t be tempted?

"Would your mother agree to let so many people join the Blood Clan?"

The Blood Clan would intentionally control their population numbers; wanton transformation into Blood Clan would lead to an increase in the demand for blood consumption.

Then, plundering humans for blood far and wide would implicate the Blood Clan.

"This battle with both Clans will lead to many deaths in the Blood Clan, naturally they need to replenish their ranks. This has nothing to do with us; when the time comes, let my mother handle it," Rolana waved her hand dismissively.

Indeed, it had nothing to do with him.

They continued walking to the city center and stopped in front of a small Temple.

Entering the Temple.

There were three divine statues placed on the divine altar.

In the center was the God of War, standing on a chariot, holding a long spear.

To the left was a male figure holding a hunting bow, stepping on cloud boots. That attention was drawn to his boots.

Because the carving on these boots was exceptionally detailed.

As if all the carving funds were invested in the shoes.

This must be the God of Hunting that Eira and Little White talked about.

On the right was a tall figure, holding a battle axe; Fang Hao recognized him as well—the Slaughter God.

"Could the deity you mentioned before be one of these three?" Rolana also looked up at the statues.

If it were her alone, commenting beneath the statues, she would still feel fear.

But after following Fang Hao, she didn’t pay much attention to such fears anymore.

If you’d die just by discussing deities, they would’ve died several times over.

Gradually, she no longer feared them.

This reminded Fang Hao, the divine radiance on the hillside, could it be one of the city’s deities withdrawing their followers?

If so, that deity probably didn’t want to get involved in this matter.

But all this was just his speculation.

He knew too little about the matters of deities, so the margin of error in his guesses was also quite significant.

After strolling around the city and giving Rolana and the others a few brief orders.

He directly canceled the descent of divinity.

...

Returning to the main city, the sky had already dimmed.

Stepping out of the lord’s residence, he saw the Dragon Queen in a long dress passing by the front gate.

"What are you off to do?" Fang Hao asked.

"I’m going to sit for a while at the Trade Alliance shop, is there something you need?" the Dragon Queen curiously looked at him.

"No, it’s just that I saw Beata today; she was asking about you, seems to care a lot."

"A daughter caring about her mother, isn’t that natural?"

"Indeed," Fang Hao nodded, "Shall we sit for a while in the pavilion?"

"Let’s go!"