Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

It's been half a month since the Giovanni affair.

From the initial loss of contact to the posting of a missing person notice, I only got some news from the Faceless Hut a few days ago.

Five scouts were arranged to investigate the undead territory in the information. After so many days, not only the information was not obtained, but even no one came back.

This has almost exhausted the patience of the Red Duke.

"Mr. Eunuch, Eunuch Duke, there must be something wrong. I will immediately send more people to inquire about the information." The blood clan who was in charge of the intelligence immediately panicked.

"Hmph! You should reflect on it." The Red Duke snorted coldly and said to the door: "Come on, send him to the dungeon, and reflect on it."

"Lord Duke, give me one more chance, this time I will not make mistakes, I will definitely not."

In the blood clan's loud begging for mercy, two blood servants walked in.

The silver hook in his hand pierced his collarbone directly and dragged it towards the dungeon.

The dungeon is for prisoners who are all wronged by the blood.

The silver iron hook made the wounds of the blood race unable to heal. He would constantly feel the piercing pain and the continuous bleeding of blood in the dungeon, until the Red Duke remembered one day that such a person was still imprisoned in the dungeon.

The screams of the vampires got farther and farther, and the hall fell into a dead silence.

Only the bloody smell in the air made the rest of the vampires in the room swallow and spit, and their eyes glowed red.

"Tell me, what should we do next? You shouldn't be as useless as him, right?" The Red Duke's eyes swept to everyone again.

The blood race is also a race that is guarded by living beings.

Once there is any action, it will immediately attract the attention of the surrounding life forces.

Therefore, he needs information, and how many men and horses are needed to destroy this undead and bring back the book of the ancestor of the blood family.

By the way, he wanted to avenge his nephew.

Hearing the question from the Red Duke, all the blood clans were silent, and some were unwilling to take this errand.

"Lord Duke, I have a few good scouts under my command, why don't you let me do it and bring the information back to you," a vampire said.

Still want to be safe.

The Red Duke glanced at this man and did not agree to him.

Those undead have already been alerted, and Zaian's rejection has little effect.

It is very likely that the other party has also prepared a trap, waiting for you to arrange more people to die.

"Is there any other way?" The Red Duke continued to ask.

There was a little silence in the audience.

At this time, a tall and thin man stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "Lord Duke."

"Well? Fielding, what do you want to say?" The Red Duke looked at the tall and thin man, and raised his brows slightly.

Fielding acts as the official merchant in the vampire.

Responsible for the purchase and sale of goods in the general territory, and has a certain status in the blood clan.

Moreover, some troublesome things, the Red Duke will not give him to do.

"Lord Duke, I feel that the other party has already noticed it. If we continue to wait for him, I'm afraid it will not have much effect." Fielding said softly.

The Red Duke nodded, which was the same as his thoughts.

"Well, if you have a better idea, just say it."

Since the other party is speaking now, it means that he already has another idea.

And it's more secure than Anxie.

"Cough!" Fielding coughed lightly, looked at the Red Duke seriously, and said, "Lord Duke, have you considered incorporating Purul City into the rule of the blood race?"

Whoa!

As soon as this word comes out,

The audience instantly became noisy, and even the Red Duke on the throne frowned.

Fielding should know what this sentence means.

Once it spreads, I am afraid it will cause a war between the human race and the blood race.

"Tell me what you think." The Red Duke said directly, without expressing his position.

Fielding smiled slightly and said, "Sir Duke, the lord of Purul City 'Cyril' had some contact with me not long ago."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?" The Red Duke became interested, and so did the others.

"Yes, Cyril has a son. He suffered some injuries in the first two years. He has not recovered yet. I am afraid he will not live for long. Cyril has been looking for a way to treat his son for the past two years." Erding said here, and did not continue.

But everyone present understood what Fielding meant.

A father who has been looking for a cure for two years, as to why he has contact with Fielding, it should also be his son's business.

"What does this have to do with the undead?" The Red Duke continued to ask.

"Sir, the undead's territory is north of Purul City. If you can control Purul City, you can not only better find out the news of the undead, but even in a war, Purul City can send troops very well, not Huiyue Heights." Fielding continued to explain.

The Red Duke leaned his chin and fell into thought.

Contacting Purul City is a very risky step.

If it succeeds, the blood clan will have huge benefits. Failure or information leakage may reignite the war between the two clans.

But... well worth a try.

"Fielding." The Red Duke whispered.

"Lord Duke."

"It's up to you to do this. If the negotiation fails, kill that Cyril, and you can't reveal this matter." The Red Duke said solemnly.

"Yes, Lord Duke."

The Red Duke continued to look at the people below, and reminded coldly, "Who dares to say this, you will know the consequences."

"Yes! We know."

...

The next day, early morning.

Fang Hao woke up from his sleep, and the golden wheat awns shone in from the window, which was a bit dazzling.

Sit up from the bed and stretched.

The weather is fine today.

Turning over and getting out of bed, after a simple wash, he went straight downstairs.

Yi'er was preparing breakfast when she saw Fang Hao and said hello, "Master, why don't you sleep for a while."

"I've had enough sleep, so I got up."

"By the way, Master Nelson brought a skeleton hero in the morning, waiting for you at the entrance of the Organ Museum." Yier said.

"Nelson came out?"

"Maester Nelson asked me to pass it on, and then went back to work." Eileen continued.

"Oh, I'll go take a look."

Walk out of the lord's mansion and walk straight to the location of the organ museum.

In front of the door of the organ museum, stood an orc skeleton hero.

The hero's skeleton is thick, and even if it is made into a skeleton, it looks like a strong giant bear.

As he got closer, he also saw the name of the skeleton hero.

It seems that the first one Nelson made was Skullsmash-Thrall, the warchief of the Coldwind Mountains.

Now he can only be called Skull Shard.

"I've seen Lord Lord." Skull Broken kneeled down on one knee and lowered his head.

"Well, you are welcome to join Skull Shard." Fang Hao lifted Skull up.

"Thank you sir."

"Well, you go to the warehouse to retrieve your equipment first, and I will take you to the Cold Wind Mountains in a while, and then you will manage there instead of me."

"It's an adult."