Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

While talking, Zhuang Hong carefully observed Kedo.

There's nothing wrong with the plan just now.

The other party has come to meet, and it can also prove the feasibility of the plan.

But they obviously underestimated that lord, a lord with a special faction who could control skeletons.

The booby trap was unsuccessful, which made Zhuang Hong very uneasy.

Relying on people's fences, looking up to people's breath.

It's about him at this time.

The orc has the right to decide his life and death, so he has to be careful to flatter and please.

"If it weren't for you, I would have cut you down long ago." Kedo said coldly.

Zhuang Hong's territory is already an affiliated village of the Burning Blade Tribe.

Collecting resources for the tribe every day.

It would be a pity to kill such a free labor force.

"Yes, I will do my job well." Zhuang Hong kept wiping his sweat while reassuring.

"Hmph, it's better to reflect your value..."

Whoosh whoosh!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dense wind breaking outside the room.

Then, there was the howl of pain from the orc warrior.

Keto stood up abruptly and walked out, just as he stepped out, he saw the arrow falling on his head.

clap clap clap!

Arrows as dense as raindrops fell, like a huge net, covering the entire camp.

Arrows cut through the tent, and the orcs kept falling.

"Bone arrow!" Keto picked up an arrow outside the door.

When the bone arrow touched the ground, it shattered directly, leaving only some bones left at the shaft of the arrow.

"Look for cover, don't run around." Kedo yelled.

The wandering orcs began to look for cover to avoid the arrows.

There are not many bunkers in the camp. Those who squeezed into the bunkers survived, but those who did not go in.

The arrow rain lasted for more than ten minutes.

Except for a few who used the corpses of their companions as shields, many orcs died directly under the bone arrow.

I have never seen such a rainy salvo without money.

The arrow rain stopped, and Keto and the others walked out of the hall and climbed the city wall.

When he saw a skeleton with a light crossbow in both hands outside in the moonlight, Kedo could no longer suppress his anger.

Roared: "It's the lowly skeletons, the warriors of the Fireblade Tribe, pick up your weapons and follow me to kill them all."

Roar! !

hoo hoo hoo!

The morale of the orcs was ignited, and they picked up the weapons around them and roared loudly.

More than a thousand orc warriors rushed towards the skeleton in front of them like angry beasts.

Their eyes were scarlet, and they looked mad.

With a heavy sense of oppression.

However.

When the orcs rushed out of the camp.

A huge number of skeleton soldiers came out from both sides of the road.

Upon entering, the entire forest is filled with skeletons holding sharp blades.

No command required.

The next second, the two conveniences fought together.

Twenty thousand to one thousand.

At the moment of the fight, the sea of ​​​​skeletons drowned the more than a thousand orcs, and no one could be found at all.

There was only a howl of fury and unwillingness from the orcs.

After half an hour.

The battle was completely over, all the orcs were killed, and even Keto was tragically killed by the sword.

No one survived.

Fang Hao controlled the skeleton soldiers and walked into the camp with blood plasma.

Zhuang Hong hid in the corner, his body trembling constantly.

He..., he's finished, I would have known better not to provoke this person.

Why do you want to stand up and make plans for the orcs to provoke this person.

"Zhuang Hong, right? I must have remembered your name correctly. Do you have any last words?" Fang Hao came to him and asked softly.

"do not,

Don't kill me, I am wrong, I am willing to give you the territory, we are fellow villagers, don't kill me. "Zhuang Hong begged for mercy loudly.

He can negotiate with orcs, and he can negotiate with humans.

Although the other party is only a skeleton now, he can be sure that the other party must be a human.

In Zhuang Hong's heart, there was still a trace of luck.

But these words were of no use to Fang Hao.

"This is your last word? I know." He raised the iron sword in his hand.

Zhuang Hong shook his body and shouted loudly: "What can I do, my territory is near the orc tribe, I also want to live, what can I do if I don't depend on them, is it wrong for me to want to live? I just want to live. down..."

After speaking, Zhuang Hong began to cry bitterly.

Everyone's experience is different.

Zhuang Hong thought that his start was not good, but Fang Hao's start was even worse.

Blame Zhuang Hong for choosing the wrong path.

He chose to kill Fang Hao.

"I know, if you can return to Earth after death, remember to give me a dream."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Hao's long sword cut out and easily slit his throat.

Blood splattered.

Zhuang Hong's face was full of horror, and his hands tightly covered his throat, trying to survive.

But everything was in vain, and in the end, he could only fall limply to the ground, his eyes gradually becoming dull.

...

The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit.

If at first, I believed Zhuang Hong's words, I went to meet him.

Then he was the one who died.

On the other hand, Zhuang Hong was the victor, a victor who relied on strategy to defeat the enemy.

The same is true now, Fang Hao wins, and killing him will not have any soft-hearted.

What's wrong, don't dare next time, everyone is a fellow.

It's just a rhetoric of a loser begging for mercy.

These people just write down their hatred and wait for new opportunities.

Therefore, killing Zhuang Hong is the same as killing the lord who drove his tiger's den to steal the treasure chest at the beginning, without any burden in his heart.

Bend down and pick up the other party's book of lords.

Open it and look.

Perhaps because the identity cannot be identified, the body of this skeleton soldier cannot be used at present.

Put away the Book of Lords.

Continue to control the skeleton to squat down and start to take off Zhuang Hong's clothes.

Three or two times, Zhuang Hong was pulled out.

"It's quite white!"

It's not that Fang Hao has any special hobby, but that he really needs this dress.

After crossing over, everyone wears their original clothes, but changing and washing has become a very troublesome thing.

Since Zhuang Hong is dead, this outfit will be left to him.

As for the clothes of the dead, is it taboo?

This does not appear here in Fang Hao.

This world is all about life and death. I dare to kill people. Why don't you dare to wear clothes?

Take off the blood-stained clothes, pants, and sneakers, and put them aside.

This pair of sneakers is really good, and the price is not cheap.

"Someone, bury him."

Two skeleton soldiers came in, lifted Zhuang Hong's body, and walked out.

It is also considered safe.

I hope this is a dream, wake up, and everyone returns to the original world.

Exit the patriarch's hall.

The stars are still shining in the sky, and a ray of morning light has appeared on the horizon.

Roughly estimated, it should be around three or four in the morning.

The skeletons are still busy.

Take off all the equipment of the dead orc and collect it.

Standing at the door of the hall, Fang Hao felt a tingling pain in his head.

It seemed that someone was flicking his cranial nerves, and there was an indirect pain.

Among them, there is the fatigue of fighting all night, and there is also the consumption of mental power by using the ability of [God Promise] for a long time.

After explaining the work to the skeletons, the state of [God's Presence] was directly lifted.

return to the body.

After taking a sip of water, he fell asleep.