Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

The group peeked out the door for a bit.

They didn't notice any danger.

"Do not open the stone door at the end, be gentle, and move everything out of here," Fang Hao instructed softly.

The hallway was not large, but it was filled with various statues made of gold.

Not requiring Li Rong's people, the rest of the Lionheart Knights entered the hallway.

And started to move the golden statues out.

Meanwhile, Fang Hao started to examine the patterns on both sides of the wall.

The patterns were well preserved, the colors remained vivid. He could clearly understand the scenes and stories depicted on them.

The more he inspected, the more nervous Fang Hao became.

Judging from the scenes on the murals, this place was indeed built by the Undead.

This place should be treated as a tomb, but for the Undead was more appropriately called a traveling palace.

That is, a temporary residence or a place to rest.

The owner of this traveling palace was a female Undead. From the patterns on the mural, she seemed extravagantly dressed.

Moreover, the depictions displayed female characteristics.

Moving further in, Fang Hao saw kneeling Corpse Witches and funeral Priests on the mural.

This female figure, held a scepter and looked down from her throne.

Good heavens.

She was truly a royal one, even the Corpse Witches in the mural were drawn relatively small.

They were insignificant background figures, accentuating the woman's majesty on the throne.

If he had not recognized Nelson's attire, he would have assumed that all those kneeling were ordinary Undead.

After looking at everything.

The entire hallway was cleared out.

"Master, shall we open the stone door?" Demitrija approached and asked softly.

Li Rong also looked over.

The treasures in the last layer should be of a higher grade.

But Fang Hao didn't think so.

He spoke softly, "This door cannot be opened, everyone wait for me at the entrance, we will exit soon."

"Exit? Aren't we going to explore the stone door up front?" At this point, Li Rong also came over, a little reluctant in her voice.

Having progressed this far, she was a little unwilling to exit.

"There might be dangers we can't handle inside, we might all die in there."

This statement was not to scare Li Rong.

If the next level was unpopulated, it would be fine. But should the master of this palace be present.

They all would be in danger.

If they managed to escape, half of them would die.

Fang Hao had the ability to teleport, but he couldn't teleport all these people.

Besides, teleportation might not work against a truly powerful opponent.

"Ah? Is it that serious?" Eventually, Li Rong retreated.

Fang Hao didn't linger in the hallway either, he used the Book of Lords to capture the paintings on the wall.

He sent them directly to Zhang Bin, asking him to take the pictures to Nelson.

Everyone retreated from the hallway, closed the stone door, and withdrew.

...

Coming out of the water body.

Anjia was guarding the water's edge with her people.

Various broken weapons, gold and silver utensils, and burial items were piled up into two small hills.

The gains were quite significant.

Fang Hao used the Book of Lords again to create several wagons for transporting goods.

They had been out for several days.

Everyone was a bit tired and wished they could go back and rest immediately.

They worked more efficiently.

After packing, everyone immediately set off and began to return.

...

In a forest, a hundred miles west of the pool.

Under the night sky, towering trees obscured the moonlight, dense forests spread out endlessly.

Animal howls and bird calls came from time to time, making the rarely-trodden forest seem even more deserted.
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Amidst this gloomy and quiet atmosphere, several voices of conversation arose.

"Are we going to ambush an army? They've brought nearly half of the people from our group, could it be Silver Wing City's patrol team?"

"Who knows? They were all relocated by the group leader, over three hundred, and all are skilled men. Probably, they've set their sights on a merchant group."

"Merchant group? We have so many people. Even if it were an army, we could stop all of them here."

Off to one side, a disheveled mercenary, dressed like a beggar, was half-crouched in the forest, wiping his iron sword.

Hearing the endless speculation and doubts of his companions,

he quietly spoke up,

"This time, the group leader's order is to kill them all, leave none. If we succeed, everyone will benefit."

"Kill all? How many of them are there?"

"There are over a hundred of them, all are militiamen with little power. We have twice their numbers, this should be an easy job."

Upon hearing that there were just over a hundred of them,

everyone relaxed instantly.

Fighting a smaller force, especially when they were just militiamen, was their strength.

They could say that this mission had no challenge at all.

As they chatted idly,

a figure was seen running fast from the forest.

It was the scout they had sent far away.

Everyone went silent and listened to the information the scout brought back.

"They are almost here, over a hundred people, and they have wagons on their way back."

The beggar-dressed mercenary nodded.

"Let's make it quick."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!

All drew their weapons and slowed their breaths.

In the distance of their view.

Rows of torches began to appear far down the road, coming closer to them.