Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1416 - 986, Which Monarch

Main city, lord’s mansion.

Beata spoke of her recent experiences at Black Wind Castle, still somewhat excited in spirit.

Throughout the battle, the role played by Rolana and the others was to tie down the orc army of the time.

Once the enemy retreated, the army would arrange to follow up.

If a counterattack occurred, they would fall back to defend Black Wind Castle.

Fang Hao listened with a smile and generously praised her brave performance in this battle.

Next, Fang Hao gave awards to the heroes who had returned this time.

The type of reward was Warfire Coins; simple, brutal, and practical.

The heroes from within the territory did not show much reaction.

Only Beata and the Ice Dragon ’Landslett’ showed surprise and joy.

The obsession of the Dragon Clan with gold and wealth was to a pathological extent.

Awarding one million Warfire Coins, which could be exchanged for ordinary gold coins, would be enough to fill several of their caves.

The Dragon Queen sat on the side, nodding in satisfaction.

After everyone saluted and thanked, the awards ceremony was considered concluded.

Fang Hao’s gaze fell back on Demitrija below.

[Ancient Blade - Demitrija (Orange 9th Rank Hero)]

On this return, Demitrija had progressed from the 8th to the 9th rank.

One step closer to Dark Gold.

As one of the earliest heroes to follow him, Demitrija has always taken on the responsibility of leading troops and guarding.

However, as Fang Hao came into contact with the divine and his own strength began to rapidly increase,

The responsibilities that Demitrija could undertake could no longer keep up with the pace of the territory’s development.

If he could reach Dark Gold, Fang Hao could also train him towards a demigod.

"How has the Queen been feeling lately?" Fang Hao asked.

Demitrija nodded, "Thank you, my Lord, for your concern; all is well."

The Lizard Queen is pregnant, and it should be soon.

"Hmm, I’ll have someone prepare some tonics and bring them to the Queen when I return."

"Thank you, my Lord."

The Dragon Queen and Beata, among others, suddenly turned their heads to look at Demitrija.

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The husband of the Lizard Queen turned out to be Fang Hao’s former guard.

There was also this relationship.

Thinking back to when the Dragon Clan investigated Fang Hao, the attitude of the Lizardmen.

It seemed to make sense.

Fang Hao continued, "Demitrija, now that you are an Orange 9th rank, is there any way to reach Dark Gold faster?"

Demitrija thought for a moment and shook his head slightly, "Only continuous training can lead to improvement."

The Lizardmen Clan has started to gradually withdraw from the main stage.

The most powerful Lizard Queen is only at Dark Gold level and has not even reached demigod status.

Therefore, Lizardmen have not found any methods for rapid advancement; if they had, they would not be in this situation.

Fang Hao nodded and continued, "You can make a plan and allocate a certain amount of time for training and improvement."

If it weren’t for the Lizard Queen’s pregnancy, it would not be good to send Demitrija out again.

He could have been sent to the Undead desert instead.

Since he can’t go, he can only try to squeeze out time for his own advancement.

"Yes, my Lord, I will plan well," Demitrija nodded in agreement.

Fang Hao then turned his gaze to The Corpse Witch - Nelson.

"Scholar Nelson, there haven’t been any special events in the territory recently; you can also go take a look at the ’Underworld Shrine’ in the Holy Golden City. There are now over twenty Corpse Witches there."

"Alright, my Lord," Nelson also nodded in response.

The ’Underworld Shrine’ provides an uplift for the Corpse Witches.

Fang Hao tries to give some of the earlier heroes who have been following him, but whose ranks have not kept up, a chance to advance.

After briefing the few heroes,

the meeting was also considered to have ended.

It was not until the dispersal of the meeting that the Dragon Queen spoke, "Beata, pack up and move to the lord’s mansion to live..."

Beata, about to leave the lord’s mansion, suddenly halted in her steps.

Stiffly turning around, she said, "Mother, that’s not good, it’s fine for me to live over there by myself."

"By evening, move over."

Beata squirmed for a while and then turned her pleading eyes to Fang Hao.

After some thought, Fang Hao said, "Beata has her own friends and wants to live independently. Being in the city, that’s actually quite good."

The Dragon Queen frowned and turned back to glance at him.

In her eyes flashed an unusual expression.

This man, always being hands-on, it’s really not good for her daughter to see; it undermines the image of a mother.

So she agreed, "Hmm, it’s okay not to live in the lord’s mansion, but do inform me in advance if you go out."

Beata was startled.

Her own strong-willed mother actually compromised.

"Ah, okay!"

Beata responded, fearing her mother might change her mind, and then turned around and left.

[Silvermoon Spear - Beata’s Loyalty towards you has increased by 2 points, current Loyalty is 100.]

[Hero ’Silvermoon Spear - Beata’s Loyalty towards you reached 100 points, the hero will not be affected by any disruption states such as incitement, betrayal, etc.]

Ah, this surge in Loyalty is quite sudden.

Just by speaking up for her, the final two points were added.

Directly reaching 100.

It seems that the Dragon Queen’s concern has put a lot of pressure on Beata.

When there’s time, Fang Hao should try to counsel the Dragon Queen.

She should give her child some freedom.

...

A whirlwind arose from the desert.

Like a plume of smoke rising from the ground, spinning and whirling over the sand.

The Undead army moved densely packed, turning the whirlwind into a sweeping sandstorm.

Seated atop a Skeleton horse, Cleolando gazed towards the City of Undead at the edge of her vision.

This city, she knew all too well.

During her time with the Undead, she had made countless trips to this city.

But this time, she was here to lead an assault to take it down.

The city of the desert Undead has its distinct characteristics.

The city walls were made of huge yellowish stones piled atop one another, with a ring of religious symbols and scripts carved at the edges of the battlements.

Smooth on the surface, they glistened under the scorching sun.

It was said that this was a special effect on the walls to prevent any troop type from climbing over them.

Atop the walls, armor-clad Undead soldiers stood ready, their hollow eye sockets staring out into the distance.

Such a large-scale army naturally couldn’t escape the enemy’s reconnaissance.

The city gates were firmly shut early on, and the city had entered a state of battle readiness.

Tap tap tap!!

Just then, a small gap opened in the city gates opposite them.

A humanoid Skeleton in battle armor rode out on a Skeleton horse, heading swiftly towards their side.

Within the hollow eye sockets flickered a ghostly blue Soul Fire.

The horse approached the front of the forces before slowing to a stop.

Shortly after, the Undead heroes under Cleolando swiftly made their way over from the front.

"My Lord, a messenger from the Ashen Graveyard has come, requesting to see you!" said the hero.

Cleolando’s brow furrowed slightly. A messenger from the Ashen Graveyard had arrived.

And that seemed right.

Her own army was Undead, and it was very possible that the other side couldn’t discern their allegiance.

She glanced at the carriage beside her and asked, "Queen Amanda, what do you think?"

"Since they’ve come, let’s meet them. We’re going to fight anyway," Queen Amanda’s voice emerged from the carriage.

"Let him come over!"

"Yes, my Lord."

Before long, the envoy from the Ashen Graveyard was brought over by several of their own Undead.

The messenger clearly recognized ’Cleolando’, appearing stunned upon seeing her.

Then, his gaze fell upon the carriage beside her, adorned with gold and ostentatiously lavish.

"The Ashen Graveyard, Felilock, by order of Lord Howel, the City Lord, has come to inquire which monarch has arrived here."

Howel is the City Lord of the Ashen Graveyard, a Dark Gold Hero.

Different from heroes of other races, there are particularly many high-level Undead heroes.

On the one hand, there are powerful heroes of various races who at the end of their lifetimes refuse to die and become heroes instead.

Others are corpses dug up from graveyards and transformed.

All things considered, over time, the Undead Clan has accumulated a number of heroes below the demigod level that outnumbers any other race.

Even in such a small border city, it is a Dark Gold Hero who presides.

Orange or purple heroes are at most considered leaders or captains.

After speaking, there was a slight silence around them.

Only then did a voice come from inside the carriage, "What were you dealing with this morning?"

This was the information reported back by the Scouts earlier.

The Undead hesitated slightly, feeling that this wasn’t particularly important intelligence, and replied, "Some foolish transmigrators, but we have dealt with them. The prisoners we’ve captured alive will be transformed into the lowest level of Undead tomorrow."

Saying so, he even looked provocatively at ’Cleolando’ seated on her horse.

Transmigrators?

It seemed the transmigrators nearby had already started to clash directly with the Ashen Graveyard.

"How many troops are there in the city!" The person inside the carriage asked again.

The Undead paused once more, countering the question, "May I know the title of the monarch, or under which monarch’s command do you serve as an officer?"

Such an enormous Undead army, and within the Undead desert no less.

Just these two facts alone were enough to identify them as part of the Undead faction, and someone of very high status at that.

But the question posed by the other side was clearly an attempt to probe for intelligence.

This made him somewhat suspicious.

"Kill it, and continue advancing!" Another voice came from inside the carriage.

Whoosh!

Before the negotiating Undead could react, a sword light severed its shin bone.

The Skeleton head fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.

At this point, it still couldn’t understand what was happening.

What was the identity of the other side? Was there infighting within the Undead?

Or was it that foreign forces had invaded the Undead?

"Attack!" Cleolando gave the direct order.

Boom boom boom!!

The war drums sounded, and auras enveloped all the troops.

On both flanks, the four-armed Skeleton warriors carried ladders on their shoulders, arranging a neat shield formation.

In the center, they shoved the battering rams forward with shields raised overhead and two arms pushing along.

Compared to Fang Hao, who charges straight into battle, Queen Amanda reorganized the forces, assigning tasks to different units.

The large army began to move forward.

Double-Headed Corpse Dragons hovered nervously in the sky, awaiting further orders.

War Mammoths were interspersed among the Thunder Gunners, the cannons charged and ready to fire once within range.

Cleolando’s own forces were also numerous, but among these troops.

They appeared exceedingly ordinary, even skeletal and puny as if they were lower Undead.

The ground trembled as the Undead surged forward like a flood.

The Undead atop the city walls were adjusting the cannons and readying their bows and arrows, bracing for the onslaught.

Above the city gate, a Living Dead hero in black armor looked toward the distant carriage and the transmigrator on horseback.