Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 239, Recruitment Token_1

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Half an hour ago.

When Fang Hao and his team had cleaned up the bandit camp, a silver treasure chest was thrown by Skeleton directly in front of Fang Hao.

He chose to open it right away.

[Received: Fortress building blueprint, Whitesteel dagger crafting blueprint

(blue), Leopard herding flute, 4 Soul Crystals, and 22 Warfire Coins.]

The loot was average.

A fortress building blueprint and whitesteel dagger crafting blueprint came out.

He already had a fortress that he built and it had played a significant role in battle.

What he got now, he could sell to others when he got back.

He continued inspecting the Whitesteel Dagger.

[Whitestone Dagger (blue): 2 Hardwood, 2 Whitestone ingots, 1 Thick leather.]

It was nothing special. Moreover, in Fang Hao’s territory, he still didn’t have any soldiers proficient in using daggers.

It could only count as an addition to his collection of blueprints.

He put away the items he got, and Demitrija walked over with big strides.

“My lord, all the bandits in the camp have been taken care of, not a single one escaped.”

“Good, all we have to do now is wait for those bandits to return.”

According to the conversation Fang Hao had overheard earlier, the bandits would return to camp after they finished their raids, bringing loot and captives with them.

All they had to do was wait here for them to return.

“My lord, I’ll go arrange the men, in case their scouts arrive first.”

“Good, you go arrange.”

Demitrija took his orders and left, taking a group of soldiers with him.

Meanwhile, Anjia also came back with some men.

They carried the spoils from their search.

These bandits fled, but they brought quite a few nice things, in addition to some gold and silver jewelry and a small box of coins.

There were over 3 thousand in total.

“These guys are not as rich as Frostwind City,” Anjia said, somewhat unsatisfied.

“How can a small place like this compare with Frostwind Mountain Range,” Fang Hao responded.

Skullcrusher Shah had been raiding the Frostwind Mountain Range for many years to accumulate his wealth.

How could these bandits compete with that?

“True, but look at this, it appears to be a map.” Anjia handed over an old map.

[Map: Mysterious Stable]

[Type: Single-page Map]

(Description: A single-page map marked with a special location. You can attempt an adventure. There might be unexpected gains.)

It was indeed a map.

“Where did you find it?” Fang Hao asked.

“In that central room over there. It should be the bandit leader’s bedroom,” Anjia pointed toward a location behind her.

There was a two-story wooden building there, the largest structure in the simple camp.

It was also where the leader lived.

“It’s a map. We can check this place out once we finish up here,” Fang Hao said.

“Good.”

After the search of the camp was completed.

Fang Hao’s team waited at the camp for the bandits to return.

Time slowly passed, and Fang Hao finally heard the boisterous laughter of the bandits coming from the bottom of the mountain.

The forests were full of twisted roots and shady canopies.

It made the skies appear even more gloomy as dusk fell.

Looking down the mountain road, Fang Hao saw a long line of wagons approaching up the mountain.

Among the wagons filled with goods, there were villagers, hands bound, walking like slaves.

Standing in front of the camp entrance and looking at Fang Hao with surprise. “You guys are really slow, any slower and I would have gone back for dinner,” Fang Hao said slowly.

Clang!!

Two bandits were startled and stumbled, their weapons clashing against the wagon, creating a dull sound.

“You… you were waiting for us?” The bandit leader asked incredulously.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think that someone would be waiting for them after a successful raid.

Awaiting him weren’t women and wine, but a white-boned skeleton that could converse with him.

“Otherwise, I expect no one else would come here,” Fang Hao replied.

The bandit chief swallowed, his eyes sweeping subtly over his underlings.

Plucking up courage, he asked, “What do you want with us?”

“Nothing much, just killing,” was the reply.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an uncanny transformation emerged in the hushed woodland.

A swarm of undead arose like ghosts along the roadside, brandishing their weapons and pouncing on the bandits like wild beasts.

“Pick up your weapons and fight, now!”

“Kill these undead or none of us will survive!”

“Gather around me, quick! Gather around me!”

The undead charged ferociously, plunging directly into the bandit ranks.

After only a brief encounter, tens of bandits lay sprawled in pools of blood.

The bandit leader was shouting out orders loudly, but on the mountain road chaos reigned and more bandits fell into bloody heaps. Amidst the mournful wails, the undead stabbed them further.

The bandits circling around their leader formed a small defense ring.

They resisted the brutal assault, but judging from the situation, they were only stalling their inevitable death.

The leader and his group were pressed hard by the undead, retreating with each step.

They defended desperately, with people continuously falling.

The leader, looking at Fang Hao who was spectating from the stairs, shouted: “What the hell do you want? If you want slaves, I can give you all these slaves. But don’t push us too far, otherwise you won’t benefit either.”

Although he’d never seen an undead before, he’d heard about them.

If you were to ask what an undead wants, the first thing he thought of was that they needed living people as sacrifices for some evil rituals.

Fang Hao cast a glance at the bandits but did not respond.

The battle continued; sparks occasionally flew between clashing weapons, jingling melodies ringing ceaselessly.

The chaotic slaughter on the road didn’t affect the villagers whose hands had been tied.

Once they observed that the tall undead wielding giant swords only attacked those bearing weapons, they cautiously began to retreat downhill.

After they retreated bit, they found that none of the battling parties paid them any mind.

Thus, they broke into a run downhill.

No one would wait here till the end of the fight, because regardless of who won, neither side would benefit them.

In the blink of an eye, all the villagers had fled.

As the villagers left, Demitrija emerged from the dense woods, and again massacred a large number of bandits with a sweeping longsword.

“You were the one who visited the village this morning, I saw you, lizardman!” the bandit leader shouted.

Demitrija looked at the remaining bandits, speaking solemnly: “Come on, this is your last chance.”

Shock flashed through the bandit leader, his previously wavering eyes now radiating determination and sharpness. This was his last chance.

“I’m going down fighting you!”

With a loud shout from the leader, he raised his longsword aiming for the lizardman’s neck.

That spot was not covered by armor, as long as he hit it, the lizardman would be killed by his hand.

However, he had underestimated his opponent.

The heavy long sword was as nimble as a one-handed sword in the lizardman’s hand. With a bit of effort, he parried the bandit leader’s stroke, his blade cutting across the bandit leader’s throat.

Piping hot blood spurted out, and the bandit leader slowly fell to his knees, his face reflecting his disbelief.

“Sir, all the bandits have been completely wiped out,” Demitrija reported to Fang Hao.

“Good, clean up the battlefield and bring all the spoils of war back.”

“Yes, sir.”

The soldiers began to clean up the battlefield. Apart from the dead bandits, there were many items looted from the village still scattered around.

Since the villagers were all gone, they had no choice but to take away these items.

“Sir, take a look at this,” Demitrija handed over the items in his hand.

It was a small token found on the bandit leader. The token was made of an unknown material that somehow felt like metal but lacked the metallic texture.

There were five pieces in total. Each piece was etched with the same character – “Purple Scale”.

[Recruitment Token (Purple Scale)]

[Type: Item]

(Description: The wilderness spawns different astonishing points and facilities at random. They are filled with both risks and opportunities. A Recruitment Token can be used to recruit special troops at designated facilities.)

Huh?

Fang Hao suddenly thought of the special map he had just obtained.

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