Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

19 Chapter 19, Killing Zhuang Hong_1

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As Zhuang Hong spoke, he carefully observed Kedo.

The plan just now had been perfect.

His appearance proves the feasibility of the plan.

But they had clearly underestimated that Lord, a one who had a unique faction and the ability to control skeletons.

The failure in the ambush made Zhuang Hong feel extremely uneasy.

For now, he was a pawn at their mercy.

He was in a situation where he relied on the Orcs who had the power to decide his life or death, hence the need to act with caution and appeasement.

“If you weren’t still of use, I would have killed you long ago,” Kedo said coldly.

Zhuang Hong’s territory was now a subsidiary village of the Fireblade Tribe.

They were gathering resources for the tribe every day.

Killing such a free labour force would indeed be a waste.

“Yes, Yes, I will do my best,” Zhuang Hong kept wiping his sweat, repeatedly promising.

“Humph, you’d better prove your worth…”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just then, the sound of wind breaking sounded intensively from outside the room.

After which, it was the painful howls of the orc warriors.

Kedo briskly stood up and walked out. However, as soon as he stepped out, he saw arrows falling towards him.

Pat, pat, pat!

Arrows fell like rain, forming a gigantic net that covered the entire campsite.

The arrows tore through the tent, and Orcs kept falling.

“Bone Arrow!” Kedo picked up one of the arrows fallen outside the door.

The bone arrowhead shattered upon touch with the ground, leaving only some bones on the shaft.

“Find cover, don’t run aimlessly,” Kedo yelled.

The Orcs running around began to look for shelters to dodge the arrows.

There wasn’t much cover in the campsite, those who squeezed into the shelters survived, while those who didn’t…

The rain of arrows continued for more than ten minutes.

Besides a few who used their companions’ bodies as shields, many Orcs were killed under the Bone Arrows.

Never had they seen such a relentless and rain-like barrage of arrows.

When the rain of arrows ceased, Kedo and the others went out of the hall and climbed on the city wall.

Seeing the skeletons holding crossbows under the moonlight outside, Kedo couldn’t contain his rage anymore.

He roared, “It’s those damn skeletons, warriors of the Fireblade Tribe, pick up your weapons and follow me to wipe them out.”

Roar!!

Roar, roar, roar!

The morale of the Orcs was ignited; they picked up their weapons and roared loudly.

Over a thousand Beast Clan warriors, like angry beasts, charged towards the skeletons in the front.

Their eyes glowed red, seemingly frenzy.

Carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

However.

As the Orcs rushed out of the camp.

A large number of skeleton soldiers appeared from the sides of the road.

Looking around, the whole forest was filled with skeletons holding sharp blades.

No orders were needed.

The next second, the two sides started clashing.

Two thousand against one thousand.

The moment they clashed, the Skeleton Sea drowned the thousand or so Orcs, making it impossible to see any signs of them.

Only the furious and unwilling roars of the Orcs were heard.

Half an hour later.

The battle came to an end, with all the Orcs killed, including Kedo who was hacked to death.

No one survived.

Fang Hao, controlling the skeleton soldiers, walked into the camp stepping on blood plasma.

Zhuang Hong was hiding in the corner, his body trembling constantly.

He…He was done for. If he had known better, he wouldn’t have provoked this person.

Why did he have to stand up and advise the Orcs on how to provoke this person?

“Zhuang Hong, right! I don’t think I got your name wrong. Any last words?” Fang Hao came to him and asked softly.

“No, don’t kill me, I was wrong, I’m willing to give you my territory. We’re from the same place, please don’t kill me!” Zhuang Hong begged loudly.

He could negotiate with orcs, and he could negotiate with humans.

Even though the person in front of him was now just a skeleton, he could confirm that it was once a human.

Zhuang Hong still held onto a glimmer of hope.

But his words were of no use to Fang Hao.

“So this is your last words? I understand.” He then raised the iron sword in his hand.

Zhuang Hong shuddered, yelling out loud, “What else could I do? My territory is near the Orc Tribe, I just wanted to survive, what else could I do if not to submit to them, is it wrong for me to want to live? I just wanted to live…”

In the end, Zhuang Hong began to cry profusely.

Everyone has different experiences.

Zhuang Hong thought he had a rough start, but Fang Hao’s beginning was even more precarious.

Zhuang Hong’s fault was choosing the wrong path.

Choosing to kill Fang Hao.

“I get it. If you can go back to Earth after you die, remember to send me a dream.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Hao swung his sword, effortlessly slashing his throat.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Zhuang Hong’s face was filled with terror, his hands desperately clutching at his throat, trying to stay alive.

But it was all in vain, he could only collapse weakly to the ground, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

…

The victor is king, while the losers are bandits.

If he had believed Zhuang Hong’s words from the beginning, and went to meet him in person.

Then it would be him who had died.

And Zhuang Hong would be the victor, someone who had defeated his enemy with strategies.

Now it was the same, Fang Hao was the victor, he would not show any mercy to him.

The so-called “I was wrong, I won’t do it again, we are compatriots”.

They were just excuses made by the losers.

Such people would only hold onto their grievances, waiting for a new opportunity.

Therefore, killing Zhuang Hong, just like killing the lord who initially drove him out of his cave to steal his treasure chest, did not create any psychological burden.

He bent down to pick up the Book of Lords from Zhuang Hong.

He flipped it open to take a look.

Perhaps due to an unrecognizable identity, the current skeleton soldier’s body couldn’t be used.

He put away the Book of Lords.

He continued controlling the skeleton to squat down and began to undress Zhuang Hong.

In a few moments, Zhuang Hong was stripped bare.

“Quite pale!”

This wasn’t some kind of special fetish of Fang Hao’s, but he genuinely needed those clothes.

Everyone came here with their original clothes, but changing them had become a troublesome task.

Since Zhuang Hong was already dead, these clothes would now become his.

As for the taboo of wearing a dead man’s clothes

This didn’t apply to Fang Hao.

In this world, it’s kill or be killed. If he dared to kill people, why would he be afraid to wear clothes?

He took off the blood-stained clothes, trousers, and sneakers and put them to one side.

The sneakers were genuinely decent. They looked expensive at first glance.

“Someone, bury him.”

Two skeleton soldiers entered, picked up Zhuang Hong’s body, and headed outside.

At least he’ll be at peace underground.

Hopefully it’s all a dream, and after we wake up, everyone will return to their original world.

He left the Clan Leader’s hall.

The stars in the sky still shone, and a trace of dawn appeared on the horizon.

He estimated that it should be around three or four in the morning.

The skeletons were still busy.

They were stripping the dead orcs of their equipment and collecting them.

Standing in the doorway of the hall, a sharp pain in Fang Hao’s head hit him.

It was as if someone was flicking at his brain nerves, one tap at a time, causing intermittent bursts of pain.

It was a mixture of fatigue from fighting through the night and the exhaustion of spiritual power from using “God’s Presence” ability for a prolonged time.

He gave some instructions to the skeletons and immediately deactivated the “God’s Presence” ability.

Returning back to himself.

After drinking a mouthful of water, he fell into a deep sleep.