Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Gathering scattered companions, traversing the fortress, stopping the revival of the deity?

"Why don't you just teleport us together, and save us the trouble of finding each other? Where are we even supposed to start looking?"

Transporting transmigrators separately and then having them find each other.

What's the point in that?

After grumbling, he immediately looked around.

Beneath his feet was moist earth, and ahead was a dense forest with thick trees and shrubs obstructing the view.

He opened the Book of Lords for a glance, but the large map had no record of this place.

Only his current location was illuminated, the rest shrouded in fog.

It required exploration to log the area anew.

Fang Hao looked around, then started walking towards a direction that seemed to have just appeared.

His feet pressed into the soft soil, leaving behind a series of footprints.

As he took out the Thunderhawk Blade from his storage space, intending to cut through the branches and thorns ahead.

He discovered something amiss.

The armor on his body was not right.

He was still clad in the Demon Dragon Battle Armor, but its appearance had changed into a brown leather armor suit.

The attributes were unchanged, the name remained the same, yet the appearance was different.

It must be a requirement for the task.

Without paying it too much mind, he continued to hack away at the Thorns while moving forward.

He traveled through, continuing for a while.

On the ground, he found some scratched short swords and flags, but no trace of people, nor any sight of transmigrators.

Considering the number of transmigrators, if it were the same mission, there should be a dense number of them.

Why had he not encountered even one?

Just when he started questioning if he had gone in the wrong direction.

The sound of 'rustling' came from ahead, and Fang Hao immediately raised his sword in alert.

The shrubs shook and several figures rushed out.

These were a few wounded soldiers, having tossed away their helmets and armors, with some having arrows sticking in them, needing support to walk.

Deserters?

The look of these people was clearly that of deserters.

Brown leather armor suits.

The same as the appearance of his own armor.

Clatter!

At that moment, another soldier stumbled out of the woods, looking ragged, apparently a squad leader or a commander.

"Move it, why have you stopped..."

The man spoke, then his gaze also fell on Fang Hao.

After scanning him from head to toe, he said, "What are you stopping here for? Hurry and escape, if the enemy finds this place soon, we're all dead."

"Are there a lot of enemies up ahead? Why are you still fleeing backwards?" Fang Hao remained standing in place, not moving an inch.

The man's brow furrowed, and then he cursed: "Damn it, stop your gibberish. If you don't want to die, run with me."

After saying that, he gestured and attempted to bypass him to continue fleeing.

Fang Hao shifted his stance, blocking their way again, and said, "What enemies lie ahead?"

The man still stubbornly blocked the path.

The leader's eyes suddenly revealed a fierce glint.

"Scram!"

With a shout of rage, he aimed a kick at Fang Hao's abdomen.

Fang Hao dodged to the side and swept his foot at the other's leg.

The man lost his balance and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Fang Hao moved forward, twisting the man's arm behind him, and said, "You're a commander. Others may flee, but you cannot. Come back with me and continue the fight."

The man's eyes blazed with fury, breathing harshly and panting, but he kept silent.

The Thunderhawk Blade rested on his neck, "If you don't come back with me and lead your troops to desert, I will execute you right now."

Fear surfaced in the man's eyes, yet he clenched his teeth and turned his head away without a word.

This made Fang Hao frown.

Would rather die than go back?

In this mission, aren't these deserters supposed to help the transmigrators?

That doesn't make sense, the description mentioned finding companions and such.

I thought it meant finding other transmigrators, but now seeing the deserters, one begins to suspect that the task is to rally the deserters for a continued fight.

However, the current situation seems to suggest these deserters are unwilling to return.

Thump, thump!!

The rest of the deserters all knelt on the ground.

They said, "Please, let us go. The frontline has already collapsed, and we're the only ones left. Going back is certain death, please let us go."

The rest of them echoed the sentiment.

The meaning of their words was clear: the situation was dire; going back would simply be a death sentence for nothing.

Fang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at them.

It seems that the plot does not intend for them to return to the battlefield.

Given the current state of the fleeing soldiers, if forced to go back, their morale so low, they would flee again.

That would be even more dangerous.

With the knife still at the leader's throat, Fang Hao said, "Answer a few questions, and then you're free to go."

The man lying on the ground took a deep breath, "Ask."

"What's the situation up ahead, what kind of enemies, what kind of strength do they have?"

"You don't know? Then where did you come from?" The man was even more surprised.

From their attire, they were all from the rebel forces.

But the questions he asked were like those from an outsider.

"Still want to leave?" Fang Hao's voice was stern.

The man turned his head back around and continued, "Beyond the forest is Black Mist Fortress. We were responsible for attacking it, but now, most are dead. Those remaining are like us, all fleeing."

It looks like I'm heading in the right direction.

Once out of the forest lays Black Mist Fortress.

Then, by attacking Black Mist Fortress, I should be able to prevent the god's revival.

"What type of enemy?"

"Type? Temple Knights, they have both infantry and cavalry. If it wasn't for the dense forest, we would have been slaughtered by the cavalry long ago."

Fang Hao let him go, and after the man got up, he continued asking, "The god of this place, which god is it?"

The man's face changed, he hesitated for a while before whispering, "The Tyrant God, Karoban."

The rebels had already lost their faith in the gods.

He hesitated for a moment, then still spoke the prefix and the name.

Tyrant~!

This name really fits the background of the mission.

Fang Hao nodded, "Really not coming back with me? I guarantee we'll win."

The few people shook their heads while taking a few steps back.

Since they were unwilling and it wasn't a fixed part of the mission plot,

there was no need to force them to come with me. Fleeing the battlefield later would only cause chaos.

"Alright, you may leave. Just follow the path I came from and you'll be able to get out," Fang Hao continued to tell the group.

Joy appeared on the faces of the fleeing soldiers as they gradually backed away and left.

Just as Fang Hao was also about to depart,

the leader of the fleeing soldiers shouted, "You're really not coming with us? What can you do alone?"

"Someone has to go back."

"Madman," the leader cursed, then he took out a Token from his chest and threw it to him, "I hope you survive."

Having said that, he turned and left, his figure vanishing into the depths of the forest.

Fang Hao retracted his gaze and looked at the wooden plaque in his hand.

[Recruitment Token (100 men)]

(Description: Can be used at a fixed location to activate this Token, upon activation, randomly mobilize one hundred soldiers from 'individual' Troop Hiding Cave (this item cannot be taken out of Task Space).)

Seeing the Token, Fang Hao's eyes lit up.

So this is how this thing is used.

Although the Book of Lords did not bring any troop types with him, he could recruit troops by collecting these items.

The fleeing soldiers just now were not there to help fight, but rather to deliver this item.

With this in mind, things made a lot more sense.

Knowing the location of Black Mist Fortress and having the Recruitment Token,

I just need to keep moving forward.

After deciding, Fang Hao continued on his way at a brisk pace.

After another twenty minutes or so, the rustling sound of movement could again be heard ahead.

Unlike the earlier soldiers who supported each other as they moved, this time the target was moving quickly.

Pursuers, or still fleeing soldiers.

Standing still and waiting quietly, as the sounds drew closer, a female figure burst out from the brush straight ahead first.

In her twenties, wearing brown leather armor and helmet, dressed as one from the rebel camp.

With black hair and an oval face, long legs, and a full chest.

An Asian transmigrator.

The woman fled the brush in a flustered manner, and upon seeing a person standing ahead of her, her expression was first one of shock, but as soon as she recognized the faction's attire, her face revealed joy.

"Save me~!"

Her tone was odd, but the system translated it.

And behind the woman, a large number of enemies emerged.