Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead - Chapter 1162 - Chapter 1162: Chapter 763, Can You Issue a Commission?
Chapter 1162: Chapter 763, Can You Issue a Commission?
Yuxiang Island’s harbor was nearing the completion of its operations.
Unlike Crooked Tooth Island before, this place was somewhat tragic; most buildings were reduced to ruins, and the losses of the Sea Tribe were severe.
The Skeleton Warriors entering the city began transporting war spoils and shackled captives were taken into custody.
Beata returned to the deck, “The leader of the Water Elementals is missing, if he wasn’t directly blown up, he must have run away.”
For a purple hero, the chances of being directly blown up aren’t high.
He must have run away.
Heroes conceived from Water Elementals, belonging to a wild troop type of the water system, may not necessarily hold great affection for the Sea Tribe.
It was not surprising that he would leave immediately upon realizing he couldn’t hold out.
“Let him run, it won’t have much impact on our plans going forward,” Mr. Fang Hao said.
“Yes!” Beata nodded, leaning against the fence without leaving.
Countless Undead continued to move in and out of the city.
Transporting supplies, some prisoners were also brought onto the ship.
The conquest of Yuxiang Island wasn’t as fast as that of Crooked Tooth Island.
But it wasn’t much slower; a city was occupied in a single night.
The Sea Tribe might be in turmoil again by now.
It began to dawn.
The battlefield cleanup had ended, everyone reboarded the boat, and the giant ship entered the innermost waters of the Sea Tribe islands through the harbor.
Mr. Fang Hao checked the map and continued speaking, “Next will be Rainbow Pearl Island, expect more fighting; everyone, brace yourselves.”
“Yes, sir,” everyone nodded.
Mostly comprised of the Undead, their endurance in battle was not something to worry about.
After entering normal sailing.
Mr. Fang Hao took Anjia and a few others back to the main city.
…
Trade Alliance headquarters, Succubus tavern.
In the room of the Demon Monarch.
“How could you think this way, especially now, aimlessly wandering through the Trade Alliance daily?” The Demon Monarch’s pale fingers picked up a wine jug and poured a glass each for the two across.
She was increasingly baffled by this transmigrator.
His mind didn’t seem to be slipping, yet in the past few days, he had been coming to the Trade Alliance daily.
“Who knows me here!” Mr. Fang Hao casually said.
The Succubus knew who he was, which wasn’t surprising at this point.
Compared to the previous ‘Faceless Hut’, the Succubus had access to more advanced intelligence, targeting top individuals from various forces.
Legally obtaining all sorts of concealed intelligence.
Probably who was having an affair with whom, what quirks certain nobles had.
The Succubus knew all of this.
An absolute intelligence expert.
Even without delving into Fang Hao’s dreams, she discerned his identity from others.
“Aren’t you afraid that something might go wrong and the Dragon Clan would capture you directly?” the Demon Monarch said, resting her chin in one hand, smiling at him.
“Uh, it’s safer in the Trade Alliance than it would be on my side…”
Not many in the Trade Alliance knew him, and besides, he had a teleportation screen which could take him and Anjia away from danger instantly.
The chance of danger was minimal.
“This time you came for a meal?” the Demon Monarch continued.
“I came to ask for help in posting two missions,” Mr. Fang Hao continued.
Taverns can post missions, and those of the Trade Alliance did the same.
Missions from all regions usually involve things like eliminating bandits, exploring maps.
The missions of the Trade Alliance were more about family heirloom clues, finding rare items, etc.
It was more like a platform connecting people worldwide.
The Demon Monarch still didn’t quite understand him; given the situation, the Dragon Clan could extinguish him any day, yet he was here posting missions.
“I can post them; what do you want to post?”
“Two items, first is recruiting mercenaries who are Orange rank or above; they don’t need to serve me, just fight once at a special time. The second is a bounty for the heads of anyone from the Dragon Clan, be it a giant dragon or a dragon hero, kill them, and I pay.”
“Are you out of your mind…?” The Demon Monarch’s mouth dropped open, round and showing her crimson tongue.
Recruiting Orange heroes.
And offering a bounty for heads of the Dragon Clan; this was madness.
“What? Afraid I can’t pay?”
She directly said, “I can post the first one for you, whether or not someone contacts us, I can’t say. But don’t even think about the second one; I don’t want the Dragon Clan smashing my shop.”
Publicly offering a bounty for the Dragon Clan was inviting trouble.
“Alright then, just the first one. How much do you think I should offer?”
Orange heroes, leaders in any force.
The likelihood of them taking money for a task wasn’t big.
Offer too little, and it’d be just a joke.
After some thought, she said, “It should be at least two million Warfire Coins!”
This was for a single task, not a continual recruitment.
“Then make it twenty million, and if there’s a Dark Gold Hero, make it eighty million,” Mr. Fang Hao said directly.
“Eighty million? Do you have that much money?”
“Not afraid to spend money, just afraid no one dares to accept…”
“Okay, since you say so, I’ll post it, whether someone comes or not, that’s uncertain.”
“No problem.”
Mr. Fang Hao lifted his wine glass, took a sip, and said, “Last time, Demon Monarch, you mentioned visiting my place, now I have some time, want to come and see?”
This Orange Tier eight psychic class hero, also a demon, should not be weak in battle.
But she clearly had no plans to adventure with him at this moment.
“Let’s wait a bit, there’s time later.”
…
Mount Dragon Peak.
Rows upon rows of numb crowds were pushing carts filled with goods toward the summit.
The Dragon Clan had raided and plundered all the nearby transmigrator territories.
Those who cooperated had to pay money and manpower; those who did not were directly roasted and hung on poles.
It had now been going on for two days and nights.
Transmigrators or their soldiers carried supplies to the mountaintop like slaves.
Gold coins and artifacts were taken to the summit, building resources and labor were also contributing to the repair of Dragon Clan’s caves and great halls.
Only at this moment did humans truly realize—
What a vassal force was.
They were merely slaves bred by the Dragon Clan.
All this talk of a sacred army of the Dragon Clan’s temple, the dependents of the strongest race, were merely titles transmigrators gave themselves.
The Dragon Clan never acknowledged these.
Snap! Snap!
The whip sounded again.
Without looking, one would know someone had erred and was being lashed with a whip.
A transmigrator, who had tipped his cart over on the road, curled up, enduring the whips while shouting, “Why are you hitting us? The huge dragon nests below the mountain were repaired by us, yet now you even come to steal our things.”
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a flame enveloped the transmigrator.
The transmigrator collapsed on the ground, rolling and wailing, slowly turning into charcoal.
“Go, hang him on the stake.”
Two militia members dared not defy, they picked up the body and hung it on a wooden pole.
The air was filled with the pungent, burnt smell.
At the summit, in the great hall.
Wesley was sitting on his chair, truly feeling uneasy as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
Inside the Book of Lords’ Alliance channel, messages rapidly scrolled.
“@Wesley, what’s up with the Dragon Clan, they stole all my money and resources.”
“Yeah, aren’t we dependents of the Dragon Clan? Why are they stealing our money and even capturing people?”
“@Wesley, what happened with the Dragon Clan, why have they turned into robbers?”
“How exactly did you communicate with the Dragon Clan; are we vassals or slaves?”
Wesley, the Alliance Hierarch of the sacred army of the Dragon Clan’s temple, saw message after message targeting him, sweat forming on his forehead.
He understood some of what was happening.
The Dragon Clan’s leader had emerged two days ago, followed by a series of actions.
This leader, even more greedy and tyrannical, didn’t first go to kill Fang Hao, but instead started with plundering and enslaving the transmigrators below the mountain first.
Now, as members questioned him, he also didn’t know how to respond.
He wasn’t even sure if he could keep his life safe.
Clomp! Clomp! Clomp!
Footsteps resounded, and an orange Dragon Clan hero emerged from the stone corridor.
“Wesley, come in!”
“Yes, yes!”
He immediately stood up, closed the Book of Lords, and followed him inside.
He bowed his head as he entered the hall.
In the periphery, he saw that the previously empty throne now had someone sitting on it.
A woman dressed in a long golden gown, a delicate and exquisite boot peeking out from under its hem.
A woman?
Judging from the shoes, they seemed to be in the style of women’s boots.
“Wesley, give a detailed report on Fang Hao, don’t omit anything,” an elder spoke.
Wesley nodded, “Yes, Fang Hao is the foremost among transmigrants, possessing great strength, I heard his troops are the Undead…”
In the main city, in the hall.
“Mr. Fang Hao, where have you been this morning?” Goblin ‘Kukettor’ was sitting in a chair, asked.
Fang Hao had just returned with Anjia and saw that representative number 032 was already sitting in the hall.
“The Dragon Clan came?” Fang Hao exclaimed in surprise.
“No, no, don’t talk nonsense.”
Fang Hao gasped in shock, which gave him quite a fright.
It seemed hearing the words ‘Dragon Clan’ scared Kukettor even more than Fang Hao.
“Good that you didn’t come; you gave me quite a scare,” Fang Hao said as he sat down.
“This time, I came here regarding the Trade Alliance,” the goblin glanced at him and continued, “The Sea Tribe, are you familiar?”
Fang Hao frowned, the Sea Tribe…
“I’ve heard, they almost fought with the Federation recently, what about them?” Fang Hao asked.
“The Sea Tribe has been attacked by a force recently, hoping the Trade Alliance can intervene and hopefully resolve it peacefully,” the goblin said.
The Trade Alliance mediating wars among members wasn’t unusual.
Last time, it was also ‘Kukettor’ who came to mediate between Gray Iron City and himself.
“Oh, the Sea Tribe thinks I’m attacking them?” Fang Hao asked with a smile.
The goblin grimaced, “I don’t know what people are thinking; you’re nowhere near the water; why would you attack them, ah! There’s nothing I can do but make the trip.”
Fang Hao didn’t deny it, but the goblin obviously didn’t believe it.
This place was far from the Sea Tribe; there was no way the parties could have interacted.
“Never mind that, stay for dinner tonight, I’ll let you taste something delicious, top-grade ingredients,” Fang Hao immediately proposed.
“Oh? Is Miss Eira the chef?”
“Of course.”
“Ha ha!” The goblin also smiled.
Fang Hao didn’t plan to end the matter with the Sea Tribe but rather to quickly resolve the nuisance.
Fighting on two fronts, dragging things out, was no good for him.
Thus, he had to settle the strife with the Sea Tribe before the Dragon Clan attacked him.
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