Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1329 - 908, You’re Becoming Less Like Yourself_2

Roundy, true to her name, had a soft and spongy body.

Holding her felt incredibly comfortable, full of a sense of plumpness.

The windows were closed as raindrops pitter-pattered against the glass.

Roundy, still hugging his arm, whispered, "Master, aren’t you tired staying up so late?"

"Feeling pretty good," Fang Hao settled down in his throne.

"Really? I don’t believe it." She looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

Fang Hao smiled and gently tapped her bottom, "Go get me a cup of fruit wine."

"Okay," Roundy giggled and skipped towards the cellar.

Ding!

The sound of a private message notification rang out instantly.

Opening it, he saw it was from Aerygon.

"Mr Fang Hao, following your instructions, we have received a coordinate scroll for Longstone Valley."

Longstone Valley was a meeting point nestled between the Orc territory and the human area.

According to intelligence gathered by the Succubus,

The Orc Demigod planned to personally engage in negotiations with humans regarding a plan against the Blood Clan.

The original plan was to attack ’Tiger Jaw Pass’ as the Orc Demigod left.

Now that they had the coordinate scroll, the plan could be slightly adjusted.

Even more boldly, they could attempt to assassinate the Orc Demigod.

Having one less Demigod on the Orcs’ side was far more significant than battling over one or two cities.

Fang Hao replied, "Are the coordinates accurate?"

Aerygon replied, "Accurate. I had someone visit and re-record the coordinates. The location is correct, but Longstone Valley is a vast area; the recorded spot might not be where you want to go."

Longstone Valley was the name of a rock-strewn valley.

It covered a large area.

Aerygon meant that the recorded location might be far from the negotiation spot.

But that wasn’t a big issue, as long as it was within a certain range, it wouldn’t be too troublesome to locate.

At that moment, Roundy returned, her round bottom once again seated on Fang Hao’s lap.

She held a mouthful of fruit wine and transferred it straight to him.

Fang Hao embraced the rabbit, sipping from her mouth, and typed a reply to the other party without looking, "Hand it over to me."

The next second, a Teleportation Scroll with the recorded coordinates appeared in his hand.

Fang Hao continued to inquire, "Has the Dragon Queen returned to Mount Dragon Peak recently?"

Aerygon replied, "I am not sure about that. I will arrange for someone to ask tomorrow."

"No need. If necessary, I’ll contact her myself."

"Alright!"

Ending the chat, Fang Hao stored away the Teleportation Scroll.

He patted Roundy’s waist, and she obediently climbed onto a wooden chair beside him, kneeling down with her face inward.

Fang Hao glanced at the drizzle outside the window.

This weather really interferes with things.

...

A day later.

As Fang Hao descended from upstairs, he saw the Dragon Queen dressed in a gold gown, resting with her chin propped in her hand.

Next to her, an incense burner wafted tendrils of fragrance – the scent of Focus Incense.

"Are you… tired?" Fang Hao came down and sat beside her.

The Dragon Queen opened her eyes and shifted into a lazy sidelong position, saying, "I saw a few friends."

"You have friends? I mean, haven’t you visited Mount Dragon Peak?" He immediately changed his phrasing mid-sentence.

The Dragon Queen pinched the bridge of her nose, refocusing her gaze on him, "I did go back, but what is this urgent matter that you needed me here for?"

After dealing with matters on Mount Dragon Peak, she visited a few of her rare friends.

Then, inspired, she sought out some foes with whom she had conflicts.

The Dragon Queen began dredging up the past, causing quite the stir among the different races.

Those who had grudges but hadn’t yet been confronted by her were scared out of their wits,

Worried that this madwoman would dig up matters from eight hundred years ago and create trouble.

But thankfully, the Dragon Queen didn’t take things to extremes.

She was also cautious not to cause too much trouble and implicate Mount Dragon Peak.

She had several more places to visit, but Fang Hao contacted her, urging her to return early.

"Get ready; we’re going out shortly," Fang Hao said.

At this time, two black-armored sisters also entered from outside.

Fully armed—it’s clear they are preparing for battle.

"What are you going for?" asked the Dragon Queen.

"We’ve received some intelligence on the Orcs; we’re going to set up an ambush in advance."

...

In the Orc territory, on the way to Longstone Valley.

An army of nearly ten thousand marched in a sparse column.

Bearing the banner of the Orcs, but the majority of the troops were human soldiers.

Humans dressed in mismatched gear, resembling a regular army, yet also like hastily assembled militia.

The entire army was divided into three parts.

At the front, it was almost all human troops, forming the vanguard.

Acting as Scouts and responsible for clearing the path when encountering resistance.

In the middle were the traditional Orc armies, fully equipped, with important figures all in the central region.

In the rear, Orcs and humans were mixed.

To prevent any possibility of their path being cut off.

These three parts kept a considerable distance from each other, relying on transmigrators to maintain normal communication.

Among the vanguard at the front.

A slightly overweight transmigrator hastened his steps to catch up,

whispering, "President Pei Xing Si, we’ve been marching all morning, and a lot of our brothers are complaining on the channel. If we keep on this intense march, I’m afraid some folks will collapse."

The burly middle-aged man known as the president looked at the Orcs mixed into the troops, then lowered his voice and replied, "Tell everyone to hold on a little longer. We’re almost there. If they can’t walk, they can take off some gear. There shouldn’t be much fighting."

"Alright!" The fat man replied and conveyed the message through the channel.

The transmigrators present were all from a single Alliance, the Defenders Alliance.

They might not be very famous on the world channel, but in the Orc region, they were considered a top-tier transmigrator alliance.

With more than 500 transmigrators under their command, and still expanding.

An independent development, while also affiliated with the Orc Alliance.

Apparently due to the conflict with the Blood Clan, the Orc forces couldn’t be mobilized.

Their Alliance had become the escort for the Orcs traveling to ’Longstone Valley.’

The Alliance also placed great importance on this mission; doing well meant gaining the Orcs’ attention.

At this time, the fat man caught up again.

He had already changed into light leather armor, his round belly deformingly cinched by the gear.

"President, the man the Orcs are looking for, if it’s not Fang Hao, who else could intervene in the battle at the Blood Clan’s side," said the fat man in a low voice.

President Pei Xing Si pushed his helmet up, maintaining his leader’s posture, "I’ve already discussed this with the Orcs. They have promised that after killing Fang Hao, his city will be under my control. Then, our Alliance will earn the Orcs’ support."

Though he did not shift his gaze, excitement could be heard in his words.

The traits of a transmigrator are rather unique.

Now, Fang Hao is the foremost; if he is killed and his territory taken over, if the Book of Lords is absorbed,

then that person will inherit all that once belonged to Fang Hao and rise to the top anew.

The top of the world.

Territory, wealth, a special faction—nothing that doesn’t invite longing.

"Really? If you become the first, then our Alliance will also become the number one alliance, right?" The fat man said, a bit excitedly.

"That’s one way to put it. It all depends on whether the Orcs can kill him or not," said Pei Xing Si.

The fat man stroked his chin, pondering for a moment before saying, "It shouldn’t be hard for the Orcs to kill a transmigrator; the main issue is the distance. The location of the Asian region is quite far from here."

"Yes, distance is the issue," he agreed.

"But it’s not without solution. We could lure him to the Trade Alliance residences, then let the Orcs kill him instantly," the fat man continued.

Pei Xing Si nodded, "That could be a way."

Whoosh~!

A whistling sound of tearing through the sky.

A Double-headed Giant Dragon with a tremendous gust of wind flew straight towards them.

Its massive body and sky-obscuring dragon wings brought an astonishing sense of oppression.

Together with the aura of the Dragon’s Might radiating from the Dragon Clan.

The Defenders Alliance’s horses began to panic and neigh, and the soldiers started to wobble on their weak legs.

Bang~ A loud thud.

The giant dragon landed from the sky, and a figure peered out from the back of the dragon.

His eyes observed the army below.

Weren’t there supposed to be Orc troops?

Why did a group of transmigrators show up instead?