Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead Chapter 94 – Chapter 94: Chapter 94, Slave Trader (Looking for recommendation tickets, favorites to follow

Chapter 94: Chapter 94, Slave Trader (Looking for recommendation tickets, favorites to follow

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Bronze Bull's face was serious, and Fang Hao's brow furrowed instantly.

He never expected Bronze Bull to mention the City of Undead in the west of the Manim Market.

No need to say more, he was talking about his own territory.

Could it be that something is happening, which is related to his own territory?

Guided by his curiosity, Fang Hao responded, “Yes, there is a City of Undead. Is there an issue with that?”

“It seems like your territory is quite close to the City of Undead. It would be wise to relocate further away during this period, or else there might be consequences,” Bronze Bull continued.

Fang Hao furrowed his brows deeper, a sense of anxiety rose within him.

Consequences…

This was making him think about the possibility of a war.

He started to wonder if anything had recently happened within his territory that could spark a war.

He even worried whether the Manim Market would be affected and might have to suspend cooperation temporarily.

Could it be because the news of him killing the vampire last night was leaked?

Did that Hamilton family want to give him trouble?

That shouldn't be the case. Given the circumstances, the vampire had been captured by Nelson and taken to the Viscera Museum before it could even fart.

There was no chance for the news to spread.

This was baffling.

An unfamiliar sense of threat surrounded Fang Hao.

It made him uneasy.

“Chieftain Tellock, relocating a city is no small matter. Could you at least tell me why so I can explain it to my people?” Fang Hao pressed on.

Bronze Bull fell silent.

Apparently, there was something he wasn't able to elaborate on.

After an extended pause in the quiet hall, Bronze Bull looked at Fang Hao earnestly and continued, “Alright, in the Land of Frostwind, there is a tribe known as the Skullcrusher Tribe. It is rumored that they are preparing to attack the City of Undead.”

“An Orc Tribe?” questioned Fang Hao.

In general, tribes are composed of Orcs, not vampires.

“Yes, a powerful and brutal tribe,” Bronze Bull shook his head slightly.

It seemed that even a powerful hero like Bronze Bull was deeply wary of this Skullcrusher Tribe.

“So how many soldiers will this Skullcrusher Tribe send and what's the situation with their heroes?” Fang Hao asked further.

Bronze Bull looked at Fang Hao curiously and shook his head slightly, “I'm unclear on those details, but the Skullcrusher Tribe is notoriously brutal. As a human, you might be in greater danger.”

Bronze Bull did not have much information.

He felt compelled to warn Fang Hao due to their successful collaborations thus far. He didn't want Fang Hao to be affected by the upcoming battle and risk his life.

But what Bronze Bull did not realize was that the City of Undead he was talking about was actually Fang Hao's territory.

There was no way Fang Hao could avoid this.

Fang Hao took a deep breath and continued, “Alright, when I return, I will consider it carefully.”

The two kept talking.

After completing the inventory check for the equipment, a large box of Warfire Coins was brought in.

With a loud thud, it was placed in front of Fang Hao.

[Received: 180,000 Warfire Coins.]

A large box of glittering coins laid in front of Fang Hao.

The Manim Market, serving as the trading hub for all the tribes in the area, had accumulated a vast amount of wealth.

The reserves of Warfire Coins had reached a shocking level.

Possibly, even the larger tribes were unable to compete with the amount of coins that Bronze Bull had saved.

This made Fang Hao realize that if he was able to establish his own market, a similar result might be achieved.

He received this final payment, and as Bronze Bull has no new orders,

They exchanged casual words before each went their ways.

Fang Hao beckoned for Bolton to help load the box filled with Warfire Coins onto the carriage.

As they exited the chieftain's hall,

A tall and robust Demon Orc wearing a large robe approached them.

His thick fingers were adorned with gemstone rings.

He sported a golden chain around his neck; its thickness compared to a thumb, it glimmered under the sunlight, almost blinding people.

He looked like the embodiment of a nouveau riche, flaunting his wealth.

“Good afternoon, human friend, I didn't expect to see you again,” the orc greeted warmly as he approached.

Fang Hao examined the orc carefully.

He found it hard to distinguish the differences between orc appearances. Unless they had distinct features, it was challenging to differentiate who was who amongst the orc race.

But he had just walked out of the chieftain's hall when he saw the orc coming directly towards him.

Rather than encountering him by chance, it felt like the orc had been waiting for him.

“Good afternoon, can I assist you with something?” Fang Hao curiously asked.

The orc cleared his throat softly, twirled the large ring on his finger, leaned closer, and whispered, “My friend, how was the taste of the Rabbitmen? Quite nice, right?”

Fang Hao's brows furrowed, and he instantly recognized the orc.

He was the slave trader who had exchanged Eira for his iron sword.

“What do you want from me?” Fang Hao took a step back, avoiding the orc's breath.

“Hehe, my friend, I have a new batch of goods here. Everything is in order, would you like to have a look?” The orc stepped forth, “You are so strong, one rabbitman would hardly suffice.”

Compared to the orcs, Fang Hao was rather thin.

His apparent suggestive smirk indicated what he was trying to say.

Fang Hao pondered over it; his territory was indeed short of manpower.

He quietly said, “Bolton, have a few people follow me. Let's go and take a look with him.”

“Yes, master,” Bolton respectfully replied.

He immediately selected 20 people to follow Fang Hao. The rest were left behind to guard the money box.

Upon hearing Fang Hao's approval, the slave trader's face instantly lit up with joy, “My friend, please follow me.”

Saying this, he led the group towards the market.

“My friend, perhaps you are not aware. In this area, our goods are highly praised. Many tribes trade with us all year round. If you need anything, we can also deliver the goods directly to your territory,” the orc continuously blabbered as he led the way.

He emphasized the abundance of his goods and even offered home delivery service.

These slave traders were never small-scale forces of mere three to five people.

Those able to capture slaves everywhere they went always had a fairly significant force behind them.

Some were even part of the larger tribes' businesses.

“Do you also do business with humans?” Fang Hao asked while trailing behind.

Since coming to this world, he had encountered orcs, vampires, and the undead, but he had yet to encounter any of the local humans.

“We do, of course,” the orc glanced at Fang Hao and quickly added, “But rest assured, we don't sell humans, haha. So you can relax.”

It seemed like he thought of something causing him to spontaneously clarify.

Soon, they arrived at the place where the slaves were kept.

An old warehouse, filled with a pungent odor, like walking into a sewer.

Everyone couldn't help but cover their noses.

The warehouse was massive, filled with black iron cages. Dirty hemp cloths covered the cages, blocking the view.

Dozens of fully armed orcs stood guard at the front of the warehouse.

“Honored friend, please take a look,” the orc said as he lifted the hemp cloth..

Chapter end