Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

"50 years, for the Dragon Clan, isn't really a long time."

At Mount Dragon Peak, it was common for the Dragon Clan to hibernate for decades, simply finding different places to pass the time.

However, the current situation was not a matter of how much time there was.

Humans wanted to enslave the Silver Dragons, who held a unique position within the Dragon Clan.

That really took some nerve.

But, what wouldn't these humans dare to do? The Dragon Clan had been slain before.

"You think to enslave me, you're delusional..." Ms. Beata roared angrily.

"This isn't enslavement! It's reform through labor. Doesn't your Tribe punish its members when they make mistakes?" Fang Hao responded, sitting down on a stone chair nearby.

Ms. Beata stopped talking and turned her head to one side, avoiding looking at him.

At that moment, the neighboring dragon warrior, somewhat weakly, spoke up, "Lord Fang Hao, I can stay and serve you for 100 years, hoping that you will let Ms. Beata go first. She is still a young dragon, and staying here might affect her growth in the future."

Fang Hao looked at him, puzzled.

His body was wrapped in gold, face pointing downward, barely an inch above the ground.

There were visible wounds on the exposed part of his neck.

This was to prevent the Dragon Clan's healing abilities, keeping him in a weakened state.

Honestly, this environment was actually quite cruel for them.

"You want to trade for her leave?" Fang Hao's gaze shifted to him.

"Yes, Mr. Fang Hao, I believe Ms. Beata will convince the Dragon Clan not to oppose you anymore and to coexist peacefully," the dragon warrior continued.

"No, I don't need that, he promised, and I will not just leave like this," Ms. Beata shouted loudly.

The relationship between these two was previously discussed with 'Spencer.'

The dragon warrior and Beata's relationship resembled that of a 'Protector' in fantasy novels.

That is, they guard the young or those with inadequate abilities, ensuring their safe growth.

"I won't let you go, but you can choose to serve me together, each for 50 years, and once the time is up, you'll be free. You can think about it."

Fang Hao figured he'd make them obey gradually.

After that, he planned to give them some time to think it over.

Without further discussion, he headed outside.

Meanwhile, from the depths of the prison, Aerygon's voice emerged again.

"Mr. Fang Hao, I am willing to serve you, 50 years, or even 100 years, please let me out."

Fang Hao glanced at the depths.

He said, "You have no use like the Dragon Clan."

As his footsteps gradually faded, Aerygon continued pleading, "Mr. Fang Hao, Mr. Fang Hao, let me go out and work, I can't always be locked up here, my body isn't like the Dragon Clan's, I can't withstand this environment."

Fang Hao thought for a moment and said, "If there's something suitable, I'll arrange it for you."

"Thank you, thank you!"

...

Leaving the Blood Prison.

Fang Hao went to the Trade Alliance shops and browsed around.

The situation with Ms. Beata and the dragon warrior was still full of uncertainties.

For example, in the absence of an Hero Contract, how could he guarantee their service once released rather than them turning against him with a single Dragon Breath?

Thus, even if he verbally agreed to let them serve the realm.

Even if they agreed, he wouldn't release them until he had a reliable method of controlling the two.

Saying it beforehand also banked on the fact that Ms. Beata wouldn't agree immediately.

He let them thoroughly consider the pros and cons.

Staying and working for 50 years, or being imprisoned until death.

They were well aware of which was better.

At the Trade Alliance shop, he talked with Doujin for a while.

Among the goods, there were no items capable of controlling an Orange Hero.

In the end, there was still no good solution.

He returned to the manor.

"Call 'Demitrija,' accompany me to Bloody Mountains later," Fang Hao told the guard at the door.

"Yes, my lord."

...

Bloody Mountains, Town of the North.

The Clan Leader's hall had changed its appearance.

The floor was covered with a new carpet; the windows had curtains of good fabric.

Many paintings full of artistic taste hung on the walls.

It was a notch above what it used to be.

The entire Troll Tribe, by trading with the outside world, started to improve.

Regarding profits, they also began introducing foreign goods into the tribe.

On the throne of the Clan Leader.

Troll Clan Leader - Stella, sat above, her face somewhat somber.

Below, sat several strong, large-bodied troll males.

After a brief silence in the hall,

A male troll spoke, "Leader Stella, these are the strongest, most potential males in our tribe. You must choose one as your husband or let them fight to decide the best candidate."

Choosing a husband for the Clan Leader.

This wasn't the first time this matter was brought up within the trolls.

Stella was a candidate forcefully supported by Fang Hao; inherently a woman with no talent for fighting, despite consuming many potions, she only reached the seventh rank.

For naturally strong trolls, this was just the rank of an ordinary troll.

As the tribe gradually stabilized, although they dared not overthrow Stella, they figured out another method.

Selecting a husband for Stella, who would then slowly erode her power.

Stella, of course, understood the intentions of these people.

But there was nothing she could do about it.

The several tribes below had obviously conspired together.

The Lord needed someone to manage the Trolls, whether it was her didn't actually matter.

Before Stella could speak, the people below began to press her.

"Clan Leader, if you keep dragging this out, there will be strong objections from below."

"The finest man of the tribe is right here, you eventually need a husband."

"Your age is such that you should already have children."

"You eventually need a strong man."

"I suggest a contest, and the winner becomes the husband of the Clan Leader."

One voice after another made Stella's expression increasingly ugly.

Sweat had already appeared on her forehead.

They were forcing her to choose a husband today.

Just as, below, a group of Trolls had privately settled on the matter,

A light screen appeared in the center of the hall.

Two shadowy figures walked out from the light screen.

...

In an instant, the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.

They were not seeing this kind of light screen for the first time.

Naturally, they knew the Lord had arrived.

Done for, this forced marriage was only halfway through when their backer arrived.

The Trolls immediately panicked.

"Lord!" the Trolls saluted in unison.

Fang Hao opened his eyes and looked at the Trolls in the hall, "Oh, you're holding a meeting, you go on, I'm not in a hurry."

"No, no, just discussing some matters with Clan Leader Stella," a Troll immediately said.

What a joke, this human Lord had nearly wiped out the entire Bloody Mountain Range.

If he found out they were pressuring Stella to choose a man, who knows, he might just chop them all down.

Another Troll also chimed in, "Yes, just some small matters."

Fang Hao curiously glanced at Stella, what's the situation?

Stella, not wanting Fang Hao to know about her lack of authority, directly said, "Alright, you can go back first. I will consider the matter from earlier."

"Yes, Clan Leader," the Trolls saluted, immediately retreating.

When only a few people remained in the hall,

Stella quickly walked down from the upper throne.

She respectfully saluted, "Lord, Commander Demitrija."

Stella, increasingly unlike a Troll, wore a dark red split-dress and gold ornaments of good quality on her neck and wrists.

Such attire made her appear mature and noble.

Additionally, with the Troll's tall stature, she emanated the aura of a 'giant among men.'

Fang Hao nodded, his eyes sweeping over the hall decorations, "Stella, it seems the Trolls have changed quite a bit."

Stella saluted again, gratefully speaking, "We must thank you for your support, Lord. The caravans have brought goods and funds to our tribe."

"Sit down and talk, no need to keep standing."

Stella took a seat beside him and continued asking, "My Lord, is there something you've come to instruct this time?"

[Stella (Troll Seventh Order Warrior)].

Still Seventh Order.

For Trolls, a race naturally far superior in physique to most others,

She is still at the Seventh Order.

This indicates that Stella's talent in combat is very limited, basically hard to improve.

"Nothing particular to instruct, mostly I've brought you some items this time."

Fang Hao said, taking out the [Chieftain's Crown] and several of the Troll's magic books.

The Chieftain's Crown, worn by leaders of the 'Decayed Trolls,' increased Troll governance by 50%.

It was of no use elsewhere but to give to Stella.

The remaining books, also found in the camp of 'Decayed Trolls,' could only be studied by Trolls.

"These..." Stella hesitated, not reaching out for them.

"Right, can you read? I mean, in the Troll's script," Fang Hao asked, seeing her look at the books.

One could hardly find a literate Troll in a hundred miles.

"If it's the Troll script, I can read it."

Fang Hao nodded, saying, "This crown will enhance both your attack power and defense and will increase the governance among Trolls, it's quite suited for you."

He pushed the books forward a bit, "These are the Troll magic books. Your promotion has been too slow, making it hard to command respect among Trolls. Try learning magic during this period; if successful, your strength will greatly improve."

Stella's eyes widened, almost in disbelief at the items before her.

Her heart violently throbbed with each word Fang Hao said.

A crown, magic books.

The situation she faced within the tribe, only she knew.

Increase in governance, and a path for improvement.

Fang Hao had somehow prepared it all for her in advance.

A sour sensation suddenly surged in her heart.

"Thank you, my Lord. Stella's life is yours to command; she will do all she can for you from now on."

With a thud.

Stella knelt again, her forehead pressed against the ground.

[Troll-Stella's Loyalty to you increased by 3 points, current Loyalty 100.]

[Under your command, 'Troll-Stella,' Loyalty reached 100 points, will not be affected by any state of betrayal or provocation.]