Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

In a dense forest.

Five militiamen armed with shields and spears are engaged in a fierce combat with a wild bear.

This beast is a rank three Warcraft, with a huge body and black fur.

When it stands tall, it reaches a height of over three meters.

With each swing of its large claws, a militiaman is sent flying.

They tumble, completely disoriented.

Luckily, the quality of their shields is quite good. It's just enough to leave them dazed after the hit. They shake their heads, stagger to their feet, seemingly not too severely wounded.

The militiamen surround the bear, using their shields to block its attack and constantly jabbing their spears.

Wound after wound is left on the bear's body.

Despite its thick skin, they plan to slowly wear it down in this manner.

Just when the militiamen believe they can win using this method.

The wild bear lets out a roar of rage, its eyes blood red, and sends four militiamen flying with a sweep of its paw.

The remaining militiaman, who did not get sent flying, is left alone to face the raging bear with his spear in hand.

Roar!!

The bear roars in anger once more.

It opens its massive jaws, aiming for the militiaman's head.

Just as the militiaman stands still in terror, the bear on the verge of sinking its teeth into his head.

Suddenly, a hurried footstep echoes from behind.

It's getting closer...

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of gunfire rings out.

The bear, ready to bite down on his opponent, suddenly has multiple bloody holes blown open on its body, it screeches and then falls down stiffly.

Blood drains onto the grass beneath the bear's carcass.

Then, as they see a cavalryman donned in golden armor quickly approaching.

The faces of the militiamen harden once more.

If it were a wild bear, they could hunt it, suffering some injuries at worse.

But facing such a well-equipped cavalier, they don't even have the chance to flee.

The figure approaches rapidly. Discover stories at empire

A cavalier, at the helm, mounted on a horse, looks down at the militiamen.

"Just five of you?" A female voice emanates from beneath the golden armor.

A militiaman below swallows, his voice trembling slightly, "Just... just the five of us."

The cavalier nods and gives an order to the others, "Take them all to the Lord's residence."

The cavalry in the back begins to move, leading the five men out of the forest.

They reach a long line of soldiers approaching.

When they approach the middle of the formation, they halt in front of a carriage.

"My lord, we've brought the people, only five of them." The cavalier says respectfully.

A crack forms as the curtain covering the carriage window lifts, revealing a young face.

"Why are you here?" A voice comes from the carriage.

The militiaman quickly answers, "We are here on the lord's orders, for hunting."

This group of militiamen and their attire are quite familiar.

At first glance, Fang Hao notices that from their armor to their shields and spears, everything is from his own merchandise sold on the channel.

He's encountered a loyal customer.

Fang Hao continues to inquire, "Who is your lord and what's his name?"

This...

Upon hearing the question, the militiamen begin to hesitate.

They nervously glance in the direction of the carriage window which emitted the voice, then quickly lower their heads.

After exchanging glances, one of them whispers, "My… my lords, we are soldiers under Lord Ma Hong, do let us know if we can be of any assistance."

The militiamen are careful in their response, directly mentioning their lord's name.

It's not that their loyalty towards their lord is not strong, but stating their affiliation can help them avoid being mistaken for the bandits these troops could then justifiably execute.

Moreover, the banners their opponent flies are clear evidence they're not mere bandits.

"Good! Send two of you in advance to notify, let them know I'm Fang Hao, I'm passing through and hope for a night's stay in the city." Fang Hao responds directly.

The militiamen exchange glances.

Then, two of them are selected to hurriedly sprint towards their lord's territory.

As soon as they leave, the troops too begin to move slowly in their direction.

Hafway there.

A group of militiamen emerges from the distance.

Past the crowd, leading to the front of the carriage.

A young man at the head of the group whispers, "My Lord, Fang Hao, is that you?"

Fang Hao pulls back the curtain and replied, "Yes, it's me. I'm passing by and would like to stay overnight in your territory. I'll leave it at the break of dawn. Is that alright?"

Ma Hong appears to be around thirty, with dark skin, wearing a white short sleeve top and black sports pants with three white stripes.

Fang Hao observes Ma Hong, who is also curious about how Fang Hao looks.

Within the channel, there were even rumors that Fang Hao was a special forces operative, highly skilled in Combat Technique. Others say Fang Hao has even awakened a system cheat.

There's all kinds of speculation.

But only seeing him now, did they find that Fang Hao's appearance was much more ordinary than expected.

Yet, he's still quite a handsome young man.

Compared to his looks, what surprised Ma Hong more was the lavish army accompanying Fang Hao.

Not only does it include high-tier specials, but also two orange-tiered heroes.

Such luxurious arrangement, even in his dreams, he wouldn't dare to imagine.

Ma Hong clears his throat and immediately says, "Of course, my lord, you're always welcome."

With an army like Fang Hao's, giving him notice of their approach is already quite respectful of him. If Ma Hong didn't agree, Fang Hao could conquer his city in the blink of an eye.

"Good, then could you lead the way? It's getting late and my men are tired." Fang Hao continued.