Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Elsewhere.

In a valley southeast of the Life-taker's bandit camp.

A middle-aged man dressed in leather armor, a longbow slung over his shoulder and a dagger tucked at his waist, swiftly enters the dark valley.

After passing the hidden sentry, he stands before a cave and quietly calls out, "My lord!".

"What new information do you have?" A female voice echoes from within the cave.

The tone is crisp, indicating that the woman is evidently young.

"My lord, as night fell, those guys' camp was attacked by the undead. It's total chaos there now," the middle-aged man reports quietly.

"The undead? Where did so many of them come from in this area?" The woman's voice is full of astonishment.

She doesn't doubt her subordinate.

She just finds it unusual since her territory is right here and she has never heard or seen anything about the presence of the undead.

The word 'undead' is something she came across in a conversation with others.

"My lord, I saw it with my own eyes, those skeletons randomly crawled out and initiated the attack on the camp as if they've gone mad. I suspect those guys must have done something heinous to incite the wrath of the undead," the middle-aged man continues to answer.

"Oh! Is the camp destroyed? Is Li Zhenhu dead?"

The woman's ability to process information is really high.

Her tone suddenly turns somewhat gleeful.

"There are a lot of undead, they are likely to engage in a fatal stalemate. I didn't get a glimpse of Li Zhenhu, so I don't know if he's dead or not," the man answers every question posed by the woman.

Thump thump thump!!

Footsteps can be heard.

A petite figure emerges from the depths of the dark cave.

Standing before the cave, she contemplates for a moment before saying, "Notify our brothers, tomorrow morning we will attack the Life-taker's bandit camp and slaughter those damned beasts."

"Yes, my lord." The middle-aged man responds in a low voice, heading towards the side of the valley.

The woman steps out of the cave, puts her fingers to her mouth and whistles.

Suddenly, there are sounds of animal roars echoing throughout the surrounding forest.

As if responding to the woman.

In the moonlight, her delicate facial features are highlighted.

She grits her teeth and says, "Li Zhenhu, this time I'll skin you alive!"

...

The next day at dawn.

It's dawn.

What used to be a bustling Life-taker's bandit camp now lies deathly still.

In front of the lord's residence, hundreds of surrendered bandits kneel on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Circle after circle of undead surround them, standing like statues, staring at the people in the middle.

And these bandits, who used to be murderous and fearsome, now resemble docile rabbits.

They kneel there quietly, not daring to make any moves all night.

Out of the thousands in the camp, only these few are left.

They don't know how long they have to kneel, yet they can only continue to do so.

...

Noon.

A group of people approaches the bandit camp from the main road to the north.

Expecting a tough battle, the mercenaries had handed their last wills, addressed to the injured companions left behind in the city, before leaving.

But as they approach the camp, everything is silent.

The city walls are filled with arrows and traces of blood flowing downwards are still fresh.

One can imagine that a fierce battle must have taken place here just a few hours ago.

Yet, despite the intense fighting, not a single corpse can be seen inside or outside the city walls.

It's as if this place is a Ghost City.

A city that is bleeding.

There is a strange atmosphere all around.

Fang Hao and his men seem alright, knowing it's because Spencer cleaned up the battlefield according to his requirements after occupying it.

However, the guards and mercenaries of Lyss City look somewhat uneasy.

Each one of them has an unusually solemn expression, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.

"Sir, madam, there might be danger here, we should send someone to do a reconnaissance first," a mercenary brigade leader suggests as he quickly approaches.

Another brigade leader agrees, "Yes, since we're here, we should be careful."

Several brigade leaders propose a reconnaissance.

Rashly barging in could incite unknown dangers.

Fang Hao thinks for a bit, deciding that a few more minutes doesn't matter.

He quietly orders, "Scouts, go and check out the situation inside the bandit camp."

"Yes, sir."

The group is already at the city, right in front of a small-scale camp.

As the scouts reach the city following their orders, they vigilantly walk through the open gate.

Not long after.

The scouts return, their faces are full of bewilderment.

They report, "Sir, it's an empty city. There are signs of a fierce battle, but there's not a single person inside, it's empty."

"How can this be?" A brigade leader exclaims in surprise.

Fang Hao seems calm in comparison.

He softly commands, "The guards of Lyss City and the four mercenary brigades will head to the four minor camps and look for spoils of war. The rest of you will accompany me to the main camp in the center."

"Yes!"

Everyone responds, and the people from the four mercenary brigades split off and start heading towards the four smaller camps.

The guards of Lyss City mix into the mercenary brigades, serving as supervisors.

Of course, these small camps don't have much spoils of war. The good stuff has already been plundered by the three bandit leaders and stashed in the main camp.

The reason for this arrangement is to keep them busy and away from the center.

After receiving their orders, Fang Hao leads his men to the main camp.

As they approach, they see the undead soldiers standing guard at the camp.

All's going well.

The group enters the camp, the Lionheart Knights and heavily armed infantry take over the job from the undead.

They begin to stand guard.

"Lord, the camp has been successfully occupied, there are 772 captured bandits. We can confirm that the two men are indeed the Tyrant and the Greedy Wolf," Spencer follows closely behind Fang Hao, softly providing his report.