Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead Chapter 62 – Chapter 62: Chapter 62, Searching for a Mine 1

Chapter 62: Chapter 62, Searching for a Mine 1

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“Great Chief, we can begin now,” the priest said, stepping aside afterward. Shah looked at Kent's flickering form and asked directly, “Kent, how did you die? What about the others?”

At Shah's words, Kent's expression became slightly bitter, replying, “An Undead base suddenly appeared near our tribe. They annihilated our tribe, and every member died in battle, no one survived.”

Whoosh!

The high-ranking members of the Orc Clan below immediately plunged into chaos.

The Undead faction has always been mysterious and strange.

They rarely appear in areas where living creatures gather, and each time they appear, they bring about panic and chaos.

Kent's Fireblade Tribe had developed in that area for a few years, but they never found any Undead bases.

How did an Undead base suddenly appear?

“What's the strength of the enemy? How many are there?” Shah continued to ask.

“The enemy is only the scale of a village, with no hero units to speak of, but they have hundreds of thousands of low-level soldiers,” Kent continued to answer.

But the figure on the altar had started to shake violently, unable to hold on much longer.

“A village has so many soldiers?” Shah found it odd, even doubting that Kent might have seen wrong, or that his memory was confused.

“Indeed, I saw it all with my own eyes. The enemy's leader is a human. I suspect he may have a treasured item from the Undead Clan, which allows him to control so many Undead soldiers, I…”

Kent wanted to continue, but the next second, his consolidated soul shattered directly.

Turning into points of light that slowly disappeared.

“Great Chief, it's time,” the priest said.

Shah nodded his head, but his mind was pondering over Kent's words.

He didn't feel a trace of sadness for the death of Kent and tens of thousands of orcs.

War and death are the norm for the Orc Clan, they happen every day.

His only regret was the support he had given to Kent's territory over the years. Who would have thought that a group of suddenly appearing Undead could shatter years of effort?

While feeling annoyed, he also remembered the last words of Kent, that the enemy might have an artifact of the Undead in his hands.

This interested him.

If the enemy really has such a treasure, isn't it destined to be his?

The Skullcrusher Tribe is not the same as the Fireblade Tribe.

They had long conquered the Frostwind Tribe, and had many troops at their disposal.

Extinguishing a village that only had low-level soldiers was as easy as pie. As for himself, Shah was a purple Level 9 hero, incomparable to Kent.

“Fetch someone.”

Immediately an orc stepped forward, “Great Chief.”

“Arrange scouts to go to the Fireblade Tribe, investigate the location of the Undead village, and bring me all the information,” Shah said loudly.

Yes.” The orc took the order and quickly left to arrange things.

Shah strode back, feeling much better.

If what Kent said was true, a weak human possessed an item that could control tens of thousands of Undead.

All he had to do was send troops to extinguish them and obtain this item.

The power of the tribe would greatly increase.

As for the battle, Shah was not worried at all.

What kind of defensive power could a village-level building possess?

He had absolute confidence that he could easily annihilate this village and get the treasure from their hands.

The next day, early morning.

The sun shone through the window, illuminating the room.

Fang Hao rubbed his eyes, stretched, and got out of bed.

It was a new day.

After getting dressed, he slowly strolled out of the room.

“Master, good morning.” Eira was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing

Fang Hao come down, she smiled.

These past few days, Eira had become more and more cheerful.

She even occasionally told Fang Hao about the things that once happened in

the tribe, as well as the Orc Clan's lifestyle.

“Good morning!” Fang Hao waved his hand.

He walked out of his wooden house, scooping out some clear water from a

barrel for washing up.

After upgrading his wooden house to level 4, it now included a kitchen. He wondered if one day it might possess sanitary facilities with running water. After washing up, Eira brought breakfast over.

Vegetable meat soup and a fruit platter.

Given the current circumstances, Fang Hao's lifestyle was unmatched, completely different from other lords.

Eira picked up a piece of fruit and brought it to Fang Hao's mouth.

Fang Hao opened his mouth to chew, the delightful sweetness and aroma of the fruit filling his mouth.

“I added some sweet wine to the fruit, what do you think of the taste, master?”

Eira squatted by his side, watching Fang Hao with her big round eyes.

Eira still wore her ragged linen coat, loosely draping over her body, revealing an eye-catching bosom.

Her short shorts tightly wrapped her buttocks, emphasizing her fair thighs that were full of sensuality.

It was hard to focus on the meal in such conditions.

“Master? Is the taste not good?” Eira asked quickly, seeing Fang Hao remain silent.

Cough, cough!

“The taste is good, very good,” Fang Hao complimented.

The taste was indeed good; it had a refreshing wine aroma.

“Hee hee, that's good.” Eira giggled, picking up another piece, “Master, please try this one.”

Breakfast ended, Eira took care of the dishes while Fang Hao continued with his work.

He had important tasks today.

To perform a thorough check within his territory and see if there was any place that required his attention.

He passed by the Viscera Museum. The main entrance was wide open, but

Nelson was nowhere in sight.

Ever since Nelson had told Fang Hao that he could create skeleton heroes, he hadn't come out.

It seemed that the creation of a skeletal body wasn't as simple as he had initially thought.

The Skeleton Conversion Field was continuously converting orcs into skeleton warriors day and night, which significantly boosted the ranks of the Undead Clan.

Especially the converted Direwolves, many of which Fang Hao had assigned to Shadowwind Castle for transporting goods.

After making a round of the territory, Fang Hao found no places requiring his immediate attention.

He returned to the lord's cabin and after instructing Eira, lie down on the bed to cast God's Presence.

[God's Presence target, skeleton scout, compatibility 65%.]

He cast God's Presence on a skeleton scout with a compatibility of 65%.

Presumably, his compatibility had increased from 50% to 65% because of the Enlightening Potion he had taken.

When casting God's Presence continuously, the consumption of spiritual power

was somewhat reduced.

The key task he had set for the day was to explore the Abandoned Mine marked on the intelligence map.

He did not plan to travel alongside infantry but instead decided to take an

initial reconnaissance trip with the cavalry.

According to the map,

The Abandoned Mine was located to the north of his territory and was not very near.

After confirming the direction and position,

“All cavalry, follow me.” Fang Hao shouted, leading 101 skeleton scouts towards

the Abandoned Mine to the north.

They crossed woods, swamps,

And finally approached the mine.

Just as Fang Hao stopped to confirm their location, fighting sounds and angry roars came from the front.

“Someone's fighting?” Fang Hao raised his eyebrows.

And strangely, the noise was coming from the place that was directly in his path.

“Let's go, check it out.”

The cavalry rapidly approached and finally saw the fighting targets.

It was a squad of ten pig-headed humans, holding their swords and looking nervous.

And their foes were even more dread-inspiring.

A group of rotting, head-crushed creatures had surrounded the pig-heads and launched an attack.

“Damn! It's like Train to Busan….”

Chapter end