GLOBAL LORDS: HUNDREDFOLD INCREMENTS STARTING WITH THE UNDEAD

Chapter 1075: Chapter 683, I’ve Avenged You

The next day, in the backyard.

While peeling some dry fruit for the Bald Red General, Fang Hao said, “I have avenged you.”

The Red General nibbled on the fruit, tilting his head curiously as he looked at him.

“I took care of the woman who burnt your feathers, last night with a beating of my club, she begged for mercy.”

The Red General hopped twice, chirping.

As if asking, really?

Fang Hao patted his chest, “Of course, it’s true! Would I let you be wronged!”

He peeled two more dry fruits and fed them to it, saying, “See, I’ve taught her a lesson for you, and since we will all live together in the future, do me a favor and don’t hold a grudge against her anymore, how about it?”

The Red General pondered for a moment, then finally bobbed its bald little head.

It was an agreement.

…

Outside the Lord’s Mansion.

“Anjia…”

As Anjia prepared to leave, she eyed Rolana with displeasure, “What is it? Looking for trouble?”

Rolana smiled, “This is for you, a compensation for the little parrot.”

Anjia took it and spread it out on her palm to check.

It was a small leather hat, about the size of a parrot’s head.

The design was quite nice, similar to those leather caps worn by Flight units.

“Did you make this?”

“Yes.”

Anjia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Rolana.

She couldn’t understand that Rolana could have made it.

Then she remembered what Fang Hao had told her.

Still, she pocketed the small cap, “Alright, I got it.”

She then walked off into the distance with her maids, laughing and joking.

…

After lunch.

A chair was moved to the open space outside the Blood Prison.

Fang Hao sat on the wooden chair, his gaze fixed on four critically injured dragons not far ahead.

The dragons’ bodies were wrapped in huge gold blocks, with only their heads exposed.

Placed on the ground, their heads faced downward.

This was to prevent the dragons from recovering their strength and unleashing a couple of ‘Dragon Breath’ attacks.

Facing down, any Dragon Breath would only hit their own faces.

Fang Hao sized up the four dragons.

He began to speak, “You are defeated invaders, not heroes. Your deaths here will concern no one, not even the Dragon Clan.”

He continued, “I offer you a choice: if you wish to live, sign a contract with me. Those who don’t, will be killed and turned into soulless Bone Dragons.”

He had little patience for these dragons.

But continued resistance would only burden the main city.

So, Fang Hao wanted them to make a choice.

Join his territory, or simply die.

After speaking, he took out the Slave Contracts and handed them to a few ‘Nisbits.’

The Nisbits approached the dragons, their battle axes slicing through the neck flesh, and allowed blood to drip onto the contracts.

The next moment, a light flew out from the contracts and entered the bodies of the successful dragons.

“Lord, this dragon failed,” a Nisbit returned with a blank contract.

Fang Hao glanced at it and saw a particularly robust dragon.

“Try a different contract, send this one to the Priest to be skinned and bled.”

Hearing this, several dragons were taken aback.

Evidently, they were also startled.

Death was not what frightened them, but the prospect of what came before it.

As a few Skeleton Trolls began to lift the dragon away.

The dragon struggled violently, bawling.

Before becoming a hero, it leaned more towards a high-level Warcraft, with languages not translated by the system.

Fang Hao didn’t understand the sounds but felt it was begging for mercy.

“Give it another try, if it still fails, send it straight away,” Fang Hao commanded.

The Nisbit nodded, holding the contract, now standing in front of the lifted dragon.

As blood dropped, the scroll emitted a beam of light that penetrated the dragon’s body.

The contract succeeded.

“Always delaying things,” Fang Hao muttered, collecting the four contracts and adding them to the Book of Lords.

At the same time, he opened a private chat.

He contacted Dong Jiayue.

He had Amanda come over and free the four dragons from the gold blocks.

Fang Hao continued, “Since you’ve chosen this path, you must understand what you should and shouldn’t do. Those who perform well will be given the chance to advance to heroes in the ‘Merit Training Ground’ by me.”

Dragons are a tenth-tier unit.

Contracting with a tenth-tier unit was a very profitable affair.

Even if you later became an Orange or Dark Gold Hero, the contract’s effect would still apply.

No need for new contracts.

The four submissive dragons, hearing Fang Hao’s words, glanced at each other.

But they obediently prostrated themselves.

Just as Fang Hao had said, they were now defeated captives, no longer the arrogant dragons that strutted everywhere.

Watching the docile dragons, Fang Hao nodded in approval and directed Spencer beside him, “Spencer, take charge of these four dragons. Let them recover, then assign them work.”

Spencer nodded, “As you command, my Lord.”

With the matter concluded, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

The four dragons had demonstrated submissiveness, and the rest were likely to resist less vehemently.

This was a positive development.

Having a few surviving dragons was also advantageous.

As he was leaving, he added, “Let Beata know that these four dragons have been arranged for treatment.”

Black Thorn nodded, “Understood, my Lord.”

…

Transmigrators are really keen on gossip.

Ever since Aerygon was captured by Fang Hao, even though he had never shown himself on the world channel.

The most discussed topic on the world channel is still “Who exactly is Fang Hao?”

This kind of trivial topic.

There were once rumors in the regional channel, about being a special forces soldier with extraordinary abilities.

Which has once again spread to the world channel, rapidly becoming widespread.

Inside Grey Dwarf City.

Wadey’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the world channel.

He hadn’t checked the world channel for two days and couldn’t believe Aerygon had been kidnapped.

My god!

Aerygon was one of the three transmigrators he had met through the Trade Alliance.

He didn’t have a particularly good impression of Aerygon, especially since he had been pressured to reveal news about “Fu Lei.”

For a long time, his status among the grey dwarves was jeopardized.

Wait… Fu Lei?

Aerygon…

Suddenly, a flash of insight swept through his mind.

Wadey’s pupils dilated instantly, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

He knew who Fu Lei was?

No, that wasn’t Fu Lei, it was just a fake name…

Looking at the world channel where everyone was guessing Fang Hao’s information.

How old he was, what he looked like.

A surge of excitement rose in his heart.

He quickly typed out a message, about to send it, then stopped himself.

Muttering, “Don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool.”

And then, he silently deleted the message he was about to send.

After hesitating, he still tried to add Fang Hao as a friend on the world channel.

…

Radiant Valley.

The region ruled by the graceful Elf Clan.

Dozens of elves in blue and white armor were escorting a lavish carriage, moving slowly.

Inside the carriage.

Was a young woman sitting.

Her skin pale, with golden hair and blue eyes, deep-set eyes, and she was wearing a simple gray hoodie paired with dark blue jeans, her golden hair braided into a plait.

Giving off a youthful and lively aura.

She was holding the Book of Lords, the corner of her mouth curled into a smile.

Her name was Savana, ranked third on the world combat power leaderboard.

However, with Aerygon’s ranking now gone, she had become second.

She had done nothing, simply returned from exploring the map to find herself in second place.

Looking at the Book of Lords with its endless stream of messages, a smile appeared on her face.

“How nice it would be if something happened to the first place so I could become number one.”

…

Two days later.

At the Trade Alliance quarters, Fire Hammer Shop.

Fang Hao, accompanied by Rolana and “Nisbit,” strode into the shop.

Without waiting for the dwarf to speak, he tossed a badge shaped like a ‘fire beard’ into the other’s hand.

“I want to see Master Brinston,” said Fang Hao.

The dwarf frowned at the badge and nodded, “Sir, Miss, please come this way…”

He led the three into a room and then went to fetch Brinston.

Soon after, the door opened again.

A dwarf with a bare chest and bronzed muscles, Brinston, entered with large strides.

Seeing it was Fang Hao again, his expression soured.

“Kid, do you think of this place as your own backyard, showing up every few days?”

The temperamental Grandmaster craftsman cursed out loud.

But his glance at the tall woman accompanying them softened his demeanor into a smile, “It’s not that you aren’t welcome, it’s just I’m worried about being too busy to accommodate you…”

He said this while patting Fang Hao’s shoulder.

“I’m here for two things this time. First, I want the Master to take her armor measurements for a second suit, and second, I want to continue to commission a batch of armor from the Fire Hammer Shop.” Fang Hao said with a smile.

Brinston paused, wiped his hands with his leather apron, and looked at Rolana.

“Measurements can be taken, but what kind of armor do you want to order? We can’t spare another Grandmaster craftsman to work on it at the same time.”

“We don’t need a Grandmaster craftsman; I see plenty of craftsmen in the shop,” Fang Hao continued.

“Craftsmen?” Brinston’s thick eyebrows knit together, pressing further, “Even a craftsman has material requirements. What materials do you have?”

Fang Hao didn’t say much more.

With a thump, he threw a sack on the floor.

A stench of blood instantly filled the room.

“Have you brought in a dead body?”

Fang Hao shook his head, “Just take a look inside.”

Brinston opened the sack, and his face changed instantly the next second.

He quickly tied the sack back up and exclaimed, “You’ve killed another…”

His words halted on his lips, and he lowered his voice, “How did you manage to kill another dragon, are you insane?”

Now, Brinston was also getting anxious.

This guy’s a madman, returning again with a large bag of dragon scales, clearly freshly skinned.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t from a heroic dragon; it’s from an ordinary dragon.”

“A dragon is still part of the Dragon Clan. What’s the difference?”

Unless it’s a Winged Dragon or those Pseudo-Dragons, normal dragons are part of the Dragon Clan.

To put it in human terms, they are like citizens.

So, killing a dragon is also a serious matter.

“Uh… no problem, it won’t implicate you.” He then asked directly, “With these materials, is it enough to hire craftsmen?”

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