Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Everyone was stunned.

Five fortresses a day, this speed was simply beyond comprehension.

The dwarven machinery was world-renowned, but the fortresses they built were equally renowned for their solidity.

How could they have been broken so quickly.

Dordy listened to the discussions below and once they had somewhat subsided continued, "Everyone should understand the principle of a shared fate, our aiding the dwarves now is to end this war in their territory and prevent it from spilling over into ours."

Er.....

As soon as he finished speaking, even the City Lord who had just brought out a stack of evidence against the dwarves felt some reasoning in what Dordy was saying.

If there were so many of the undead, once they conquered the dwarves, the next step would be to attack human cities.

In that case, it might be better to go to war in the dwarves' territory.

Even though they understood this logic, they weren't too keen on rushing to help the dwarves so readily.

Some raised their hands to signal their attention.

Upon receiving a nod of agreement from Dordy, they stood up and said, "Such an easy promise to assist may not garner gratitude from the dwarves afterwards."

Dordy naturally understood this.

He loudly proclaimed, "We naturally won't assist without compensation. When the dwarves aided humans in the past, they took a considerable amount of resources. This time it's our turn, and likewise, we should also be compensated."

The council members below nodded in agreement.

Turning the battlefield into the dwarves' territory while using the opportunity to squeeze the dwarves.

This seemed like a fair trade-off.

Seeing that the matter was almost settled, Dordy added, "Alright, let's vote."

In reality, the matter of assisting the dwarves had been thoroughly discussed among the five leaders of the upper house.

Announcing it at the meeting today was more of a notification.

The Church made the first move, persuading the believer members to agree, and then Dordy convinced the others.

There was a brief discussion before the members below began to express their opinions.

Rebecca watched silently the entire time, not expressing her opinion nor discussing with anyone else.

In her heart, she increasingly suspected that the undead army was Fang Hao's forces.

As humans rush to aid the dwarves, coupled with the Church of Light's damage to the undead.

Would this affect the course of the war?

Would it affect Fang Hao's development?

She had only been to Fang Hao's city once and didn't know much about the power inside his territory.

She couldn't help but think a bit more about this.

"Okay, 132 votes for, 12 against, and 22 abstentions," a statistician loudly announced from the side.

Rebecca snapped back to reality.

Coming back to focus, she realized the voting was over and that she had abstained.

Luckily, there were quite a few abstentions and no one paid any particular attention to her.

"Okay, next is the deployment. Time is of essence. The Hall of Justice and the Church will send out an advance troop of twenty thousand to help the dwarves. The other cities can report their forces," Dordy went on.

If they wait for the armies of all cities to gather.

They probably wouldn't be able to reach Eight Peaks Mountain by the start of spring next year.

Therefore, the Hall of Justice and the Church will send out an advance party to aid the dwarves, while the armies of the other cities will support according to plan.

Hearing Dordy's words, Rebecca's anxious heart relaxed instantly.

Twenty thousand men.

Looks like you have no idea how many forces Fang Hao has, these twenty thousand men will only serve as his toothpick.

"Rebecca, what are you laughing at?" A nearby council member asked curiously.

For some reason, the woman beside him just suddenly smirked and burst out laughing.

"Um, nothing. I just remembered something amusing." Rebecca stifled her laughter.

The council member didn't say anything more, just shook his head slightly.

Women!

With something so important happening, she is preoccupied with other thoughts!

The meeting only discussed this one thing.

The Archbishop and Groot didn't take the opportunity to cause trouble for Rebecca.

After the meeting, Rebecca returned to her carriage and went back to her residence.

She thought to herself.

Better leave Silver Wing City as soon as possible to avoid any unexpected changes.

...

The next day.

After a day of rapid travel.

By the next morning, Fang Hao and his team finally made it to the water pond.

After chasing away the wildlife gathered to drink water.

Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords, setting up a temporary camp.

Once everything was ready, Fang Hao released the Demon Dolls.

He said to Nelson and the others waiting by the shore, "Master, you guys wait here for now. I'll go in and make sure it's safe first. If there's any danger, we'll retreat immediately."

Nelson nodded slightly, "Alright, Milord."

Having given his instructions, Fang Hao controlled the Demon Doll and plunged into the pool.

Heading downward, he quickly returned to the entrance of the underground palace.

Removing the Nightstone from around his neck, he passed through the stone cave and entered the palace.

Since it had already been cleared by Fang Hao and his companions, the ascent was uneventful, with no enemies or monsters in sight.

He went straight to the ninth floor.

Within the corridor, the once vibrant murals had faded, with some areas peeling and flaking off.

Only a few days had passed, and yet everything had changed this much.

He made his way straight to the stone door.

Using the method Lorrey had taught him, he gently knocked on a stone brick.

Click!

Following the crisp sound, the entire corridor started to wobble, and the stone door slowly opened to both sides.

It revealed the interior.

This was a single room.

The room was about fifty to sixty square meters. It was fully-equipped with various utensils, tables and chairs. However, all the furniture was made of stone, while all the utensils were made of gold.

In the center of the room lay an enormous golden coffin.

The gold coffin was covered with beautiful decorations and was extremely ornate.

Fang Hao stood at the doorway and waited for a while. However, the room remained silent. No enemies appeared.

"Is the Golden Queen not at home?"

It was not his first time encountering a case where the owner was out.

While the owner was out, he turned their residence into a dungeon-like place and swept through it, carrying away anything in sight.

Once he was sure that there were no enemies inside, Fang Hao stepped into the room.

The whole room was filled with utensils. The possibility of hidden traps was slim.

Still, Fang Hao was cautious.

After entering the room, he looked around. His gaze ultimately fell on the large golden coffin in the center.

The exterior of the coffin was carved with all kinds of intricate and beautiful patterns.

The brightly colored patterns were all embedded with various precious gemstones on the coffin.

Among them, one was as large as a fist.

Regardless of whether these gemstones were special materials or not, even ordinary gemstones are incredibly valuable at this size.

What a luxury.

If there was danger lurking in this secret room, it would probably be within the closed golden coffin.

However, the possibility of an enemy inside was low, based on previous experience. If there really was an enemy inside, they would have awakened the moment he stepped into the room.

Thinking of this, Fang Hao was uncertain whether to feel relieved about avoiding a major battle or regret having missed the chance to encounter a powerful hero.

However, these were things he could not change.

He placed his hands on the side of the coffin lid and gently pushed.

Click!!

The sound of metal rubbing against metal rang out, and the coffin lid was slowly pushed open.

As the coffin lid opened, Fang Hao could see the interior.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of shriveled feet.

Thud, thud, thud!!

Fang Hao instantly let go and retreated several steps.

Someone was home!

The Demon Doll's eyes flicked as the Soul Fire within violently bounced, staring fixedly at the partly opened golden coffin.

But ultimately, nothing unusual happened inside.

The silence was unbroken.

No, wait!

Could she have simply died in her sleep?

Undead creatures don't die in their sleep.

Was she asleep?

Or was she using an ability similar to God's Presence, and did not know someone was approaching?

In any case, the sight of those feet earlier certainly gave him quite a scare.

It was one of the rare times he felt so startled after joining the Undead faction.

He waited for a long while, but there was no movement from inside the gold coffin.

Fang Hao built up the courage again to approach, and peered inside once more through the small gap he had created.

Those shriveled feet he spotted earlier had vanished.

As if they had been weathered and crumbled into a pile of black powder.

Were they dead?