Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Whoosh! The chaos escalated, with no one responding. This Rebecca, as always, was tough—was she really ready to perish along with everyone else over this? "Normally speaking, Lyss City's team should be on their way back by now. I think we should immediately arrange for the cavalry to pursue them along the route and bring Rebecca back," a council member finally spoke up loudly. "Right, contacting Lyss City is useless, they should be on the road now." "Yes, yes, quickly deploy the troops to capture her." Dordy nodded and immediately ordered the cavalry to start chasing the Lyss City convoy. But within, his heart had already sunk. They were out of time. The Blood Clan could attack the fortress at any moment, and with the current defense force, they simply couldn't hold it. Perhaps they should retreat, abandon this city, and fall back to the next one to reorganize the defense. Time, they needed time. After no member of the council proposed any significantly better ideas. Dordy could only say, "Everyone go back, let all the cities know, continue to mobilize troops, prepare to support the frontlines, and the rest of the council members should also prepare to fully cooperate in this war. Alright, that's all, meeting adjourned." Everyone stood up, weighed down with heavy hearts as they left. There was none of the joy seen at the end of the day's earlier session. A denser prescence of death than even in Odys hung over each person's heart. … All night long. Guards shuffled through the streets, council members' carriages constantly shuttled back and forth between the council and their residences. When dawn broke over the usually bustling streets, they too turned eerily deserted. As if an invisible gloom had enshrouded the entire city. Whether the wealthy district or the ordinary residential areas, all felt the change in atmosphere and started to become extremely anxious. And at the frontline, the latest news came back: the fortress had fallen. After losing tens of thousands of troops, they abandoned the fort and fled, falling back to regroup their defenses. Abandoning the fort had provided humanity a brief respite. No need to be bitten too fiercely by the Undead. Inside the council hall. Dordy, Milton, and Grigorya sat together in the hall, all with rather dejected expressions. They had held many emergency meetings through the night, but against the Blood Clan, which refused to communicate, they were out of options. And from the frontlines, the news came back: this second defense line only managed to slow the enemy's offensive speed, defeating them was clearly impossible. Silver Wing City also believed these reports were true. After all, sweeping through the Great Cemetery of Odys and conquering Black Horn City in a single night was enough to demonstrate the Blood Clan's formidable strength. "Any news from Rebecca?" Milton started the conversation. Dordy shook his head, "The cavalry found no trace of Lyss City's convoy. They must have taken some back road, or changed their route along the way." Now, everyone could only pin their hopes on Rebecca, yet she was nowhere to be found. No one responded on the Sound-transmitting Shell; even searching along the road had turned up nothing. It was as if she had simply vanished off the face of the earth. "Who would have thought, things would turn out this way?" Milton sighed. All the council members, not one wasn't regretful. Even if Lyss City hadn't joined the upper senate, they shouldn't have embarrassed Rebecca like that. "Thinking about these now is useless, we should rather discuss how to convince her, once we see Rebecca, to help us establish contact with the Blood Clan," Dordy said. Rebecca was famously stubborn among the council members. This time, by leaving directly, she was clearly angry. If she could be caught on the way back, it would still be negotiable, as they could coerce her to represent the council. But since she wasn't found, once back in Lyss City, they would have to use terms to persuade her. At this, Grigorya spoke up, "It's hard to say!" "Why is it hard to say?" Milton was taken aback. Grigorya continued, "Previously, when Dordy proposed to promote her to the senate, Rebecca helped the Federation solve a problem, yet not only did she receive no benefits, she was met with scorn and ridicule from the entire room. Not just Rebecca, anyone in her place would hardly trust your words now." This… Dordy and Milton both paused momentarily. Put like that, Rebecca indeed faced an unfair treatment. At the time, they were only considering how Lyss City entering the senate would affect them. They had forgotten about Rebecca's contributions. The senate, and even the entire council, had turned into thankless, bridge-burning entities. "Then President Grigorya, what do you think we should do?" Dordy asked. Grigorya shook her head, "I'm not sure, if it comes to that, you might allow Rebecca to set her terms, see what she wants?" The other two fell silent. Falling into deep thought. If they let her make demands, what if she asked for something excessive? To agree or not to agree. At that moment, footsteps approached quickly, and a guard walked in. He said, "Leader, your wife has received a message from Rebecca, asking if you need to contact Rebecca." The expressions of the three on their seats all changed. That's when Dordy suddenly remembered, his wife and Rebecca had a private Sound-transmitting Shell. If he couldn't get through, as Rebecca's best friend, she certainly could. "The Sound-transmitting Shell, bring it here." The guard handed over the Sound-transmitting Shell that he brought. Dordy took it, took a deep breath, and began, "Rebecca, it's Dordy. Last night's meeting, why didn't the representative from Lyss City attend?"