Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Chapter 77, Starfire_l

Translator: 549690339

“After opening the treasure chest.

Fang Hao ordered the skeleton soldiers to perform a thorough search.

But the city had been abandoned for too long, and all sorts of items had already been worn away by time, leaving nothing behind.

Finding nothing, Fang Hao began to regroup the troops.

The damaged equipment in the skeletons’ hands was replaced with that of their dead comrades.

After two fights in a row, the skeleton army had achieved significant victories, but the casualties were also substantial.

From this, Fang Hao saw the shortcomings within the team.

They lacked ranged units.

Although he could force the skeleton soldiers to switch to light crossbows, their stiff and slow actions required Fang Hao’s personal command on the sideline.

It was a desperate measure in a desperate situation.

After regrouping, the team continued to push forward.

Ahead was a well-preserved building, a towering stone tower, only the top of which had collapsed, littered with grey tiles and decayed timber.

The mottled stone walls still towered, appearing solid as ever.

The stone tower was located in the center of the city, and combined with its unique design, it should have been a lord’s mansion or some sort of administrative building.

Upon reaching the stone tower.

Fang Hao exhaled, “You guys, and you others, come in with me.”

There was not enough room inside the stone tower to accommodate the entire skeleton army.

So, Fang Hao selected five skeleton trolls and ten skeleton soldiers.

Considering the large size of the skeleton trolls, they were asked to wait at the entrance of the stone tower, where the space was relatively cramped.

The outer door of the stone tower was already decayed and cracked, and it collapsed with the rotting wood as it was pushed open.

Despite the countless years that have passed, the interior of the stone tower still depicted its past magnificence and splendor.

The carvings on the stone bricks, the rotten desks, carpets, and the rusty, teetering Nightstone chandelier overhead.

This city must have once had its own glory.

It is unknown what caused it to become a ruin.

Clang!!

As Fang Hao was investigating the room and looking for anything he could take, several Undead Mages walked out of the other rooms of the tower, knocking over the lampstand on the table and making a clear sound.

As soon as they came out, they targeted Fang Hao and the others, converging various magics and attacking them.

Boom!

A thud.

A water magic arrow hit hard against the shield in hand.

Fang Hao felt a tremendous force and involuntarily tilted backward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

The rest of the skeleton soldiers were also subjected to attacks.

For a moment, the already decayed furniture was in complete chaos, wood chips flying everywhere, and chairs shattering.

“Kill them,” said Fang Hao, his gaze slightly cold as he gave his direct order.

The skeleton soldiers launched an attack, raising their shields and charging at the Undead Mages.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Magic spells were released one after another, summoning one Magic Servant after another.

A fierce battle ensued with the rushing skeletons.

The intense battle attracted the hidden Undead Mages from upstairs.

The skeleton army did likewise.

Only a part of the skeleton soldiers who could enter the tower formed the army, and there were constantly skeletons rushing in from the outside, joining the battle incessantly.

Fang Hao held his iron sword, cutting down a summoning ghost, and rushed to the Undead Mage.

The iron sword turned into a flash of cold light, slashing down the opponent’s raised arm.

The arm’s muscles were rotten, exposing the white bones.

With one slash of the sword, the entire arm was cut off, disrupting the casting of the magic.

The cut end exposed dried, grayish-white flesh, without a drop of blood.

The Undead Mage looked a bit puzzled at his severed arm, then again raised his left hand to start casting.

Crack!!

Fang Hao swung his sword twice more, cutting off the left hand again.

Having lost both arms, the Undead Mage fell into a brief state of confusion.

Unable to cast spells calmly, the undead mage struggled to retaliate effectively.

Ultimately, Fang Hao and the skeleton soldiers managed to slay the undead mage with their overwhelming attacks.

The mage’s magic was highly damaging, but when enemies got close, they proved powerless.

This was especially true against the skeleton army, who were experts in group combat and nearly impossible to defend against.

Once they closed in, they would surround and attack.

One man, one sword, could reduce an undead mage to a bloodied mess.

By the second round of attacks, it would be eliminated.

The skeleton army battled their way up the stairs.

Until, they had completely annihilated all the undead mages.

“Some of you check the upper floors for any remaining enemies, everyone else, put out the fire!”

After the battle ended, Fang Hao commanded loudly.

Among the mages, were a handful of Fire Elemental Mages, who had set fire to anything combustible in the room with their repeated fire magic spells.

Much of the furniture within the stone tower had been constructed from decaying wood that instantly ignited upon contact with fire magic, causing red flames to cable up quickly.

The fire spread rapidly.

These mages were dead, unable to feel the threat of the flames.

Yet Fang Hao and the skeletons were the same, unafraid of death, they had fought through the fire until now.

Only after the conflict had been resolved did they start to put out the fire.

Unignited combustibles were thrown outside, preventing the fire from spreading further.

Luckily, the ground floor was a large hall, and there wasn’t much combustible material to begin with.

After burning for a while, combined with the effort to extinguish it, the fire was finally brought under control.

That’s when the skeletons that had gone up to check for enemies came down, proving that there were no enemies left on the upper floors.

If there were any enemies left, they would have already started fighting.

“Bring down the chandelier and take the Nightstone. We’re going to grift every room,” commanded Fang Hao, proceeding leisurely.

He ordered the skeletons to move anything useful to the outside.

Directing them as he walked.

Without a stop, he quickly made his way to the third level.

Upon entering the largest room, he saw a set of white bones draped in a robe, seated on a wicker recliner.

Its body sprawled weakly on the chair, resembling a long-dead corpse.

“Another boss?” Fang Hao instinctively took a step backward.

However, a second later, he dismissed his initial thought.

[Elder Mage’s Skeleton]

[Type: Remains]

(Description: Internal strife led the city towards destruction. Former allies turned into enemies. The elderly leader, powerless to change things, heard the cries from outside the window and slowly ended his own life.)

When the target was displayed as a skeleton, it indicated the opponent was already deceased.

According to the description, it seemed the city hadn’t been invaded from the outside, but instead had experienced infighting.

After confirming there was no danger,

Fang Hao walked right into the room.

Behind the reclining chair was a dilapidated desk, its books long rotted and torn.

Only a long, tawny leather box was still intact.

He dusted off the box, unlocked the latch, and slowly lifted the lid.

Suddenly, a surge of red energy burst forth, flooded the entire room.

Upon examining the item in the box, Fang Hao’s eyes lit up.

It was a magic wand.

“Holy shit, it’s beautiful!” Fang Hao whispered in awe.

The wand was exquisitely crafted. The wooden handle was engraved with intricate patterns, and a giant red gemstone was nestled at the top.