Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 232 - 228, City Lord’s Wife_l

Chapter 228, City Lord’s Wife_l

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Suddenly, a dense fog spread out from both sides of the dense forest.

Just as Gray Bear and the others were frowning in thought, the fog had already covered the team.

The thickets within the forest webbed, their canopy covering the sky.

The darkness of the night coupled with the fog greatly limited the bandits’ field of vision, allowing them to see only about a meter ahead.

“Boss, this doesn’t look good,” one of the bandits whispered.

Gray Bear was well aware of this, and roughly grabbed the mercenary that was leading the way, growling, “What’s going on?”

The mercenary slightly stumbled from being pulled by Gray Bear, touched the helm on her head and said, “Boss Gray Bear, perhaps it’s just a regular fog; our Ironblood Mercenary Group does not harbor any other thoughts.”

She was completely clueless about what had occurred too.

In her opinion, mist forming amid the woods was a pretty normal occurrence.

However, just as she finished speaking,

From both sides of the team, there came a ‘rustle’ sound.

It seemed as though something had rushed out from the woods.

“Ah!”

“We’re under attack.”

Successions of screams echoed from all around the team.

These were swiftly followed by the sounds of a skirmish, and the shrieks of the bandits.

The color drained from Gray Bear’s face; she realized they’d been ambushed. “Followme,” she said.

Upon saying this, she moved towards the location from which the sounds of combat were coming.

But she had only taken a few steps forward when cries from her own people sounded out from behind her.

Her team had been entirely surrounded and was under a siege attack.

“Everyone, gather around me, quick!” Gray Bear roared.

Hearing her command, her people began converging towards her from every direction.

In the meantime, people like Demitrija and Anjia also managed to pinpoint the exact location of this team’s leader.

The result of the mist magic deployed simultaneously by Demitrija and Fang Hao was much greater than they anticipated inside the windless woods.

Demitrija’s “Misty Sky” released a fog that obstructed vision, while also providing magic resistance and 25% physical recovery to allies within the fog.

And Fang Hao’s “Mist Wrap” casted on the enemies directly reduced their morale by 15%.

The combination of these spells sent the bandits into complete disarray in an instant.

Upon enveloping the entire battlefield with their fog, Demitrija led a team of nearly a hundred people straight through the dense shrubbery towards the bandits on the fringe. Without making a sound, they were like phantoms of the forest, charging like a spear toward their enemy.

The bandits raised loud prayers and calls for assistance.

However, cloaked by the fog, their comrades were too terrified to run after hearing the screams.

Only after hearing Gray Bear’s voice did they finally gather direction and began converging on Gray Bear.

The surrounding battle cries steadily intensified.

Demitrija shook off the fresh blood from her longsword and gazed frostily, through icy vertical pupils, at Gray Bear’s position within the fog.

“All clear here,” Anjia, leading her group from another side, joined Demitrija.

They had, in the shortest amount of time, eradicated the bandits around the edges, cutting down the bandits’ numbers significantly.

“Alright, get ready for the final battle,” Demitrija softly said.

Everyone hurriedly sorted their equipment and tightly gripped their weapons.

“Charge!”

Demitrija raised her longsword and led the charge into the depth of the fog, towards where Gray Bear and her people had gathered.

“Charge! Charge!”

The team closely followed her, roaring in fury.

The two groups eventually collided harshly within the fog, opening up their battle.

Gray Bear used her shield for defense while swinging her battle-ax with the other hand. Now that she at least knew who her enemies were, she was still disadvantaged.

As the fight raged on, Gray Bear’s manpower steadily decreased; scarcely more than twenty were left, still bitterly struggling.

Meanwhile, the tall lizardman on the opposing side cut down their comrades’ lives with her sword like the grim reaper.

If things continued this way, everyone was in danger of dying here.

“Boss, we can’t hold out anymore,” someone said.

With a serious look on her face, Gray Bear realised the extraordinary strength of the lizardman.

If this keeps up, they could all die here.

He gritted his teeth, shoved aside the enemies before him, and yelled: “Raise the whip…”

“Raise the whip…” The surrounding bandits echoed.

Immediately after, all the bandits turned and ran, some even dropping their weapons, running towards the distance.

They scattered in all directions, fleeing to different places.

Demitrija and the others killed a few of the bandits who were forcefully kept behind, but they could only watch as the rest escaped into the distance.

“Don’t chase. Clean up the battlefield, and we’ll get on our way in a bit.” Tavek said from the back of the party.

These bandits were quite hard to get rid of.

They understood the nearby terrain better than anyone, and once the battle turned against them, they would scatter in all directions.

“Listen to Mr. Tellock, clean the battlefield, everyone else set up a fire for cooking. We all rest along the way.” Fang Hao said loudly.

By now, the sky was starting to brighten.

All of them, exhausted, started to get moving.

Some cleaned up the battlefield while others began to make a fire for cooking.

As the sun rose, the party set out once more.

Last night’s battle had left all the soldiers utterly exhausted, but it wasn’t time for rest yet.

At the edge of the forest, those bandits who had escaped were still peering from afar.

Observing the movements of this party.

Thankfully, the Ironblood mercenaries had died, their horses distributed to the others, allowing everyone to rest on horseback, even managing to catch a quick nap.

In the carriage.

Fang Hao was panting heavily.

“Mr. Fang Hao, without you, I can’t even imagine what would have happened to the convoy.” Tavek said.

Even though the incident had passed, he still felt somewhat shocked.

Reflecting on the subtle actions of the Ironblood Mercenaries, everything made sense now.

He underestimated their greed; for money, they would sell out their own employer.

“As of now, I am also the convoy’s guard, it’s what I should do.” Fang Hao responded.

“No, it’s not the same, you saved all our lives.” Tavek spoke again.

“No worries, we’re friends, we should help each other!” Fang Hao leaned lazily against his chair, “By the way, how long until we arrive at our destination? If we continue pushing this hard, the soldiers won’t be able to keep up if there’s more danger.”

“Soon, the party can’t stop, we will arrive at Lyss City before dusk. If we stop we’ll have to spend another night in the wilderness.” Tavek replied.

No wonder Tavek was in such a hurry. Aside from fear of the Gray Bear staging another attack, they also had to get into Lyss City before dusk.

Otherwise, they’d have to spend the night outside the city, which would be even more dangerous.

“Alright.”

The two men chatted a bit in the carriage, then leaned back in their chairs, closing their eyes.

At dusk.

The party finally arrived at Lyss City.

The towering Arrow Towers, the endless city walls, all of these demonstrated that this place was even busier than Pruell City.

When the group of merchants, their guards covered in blood, pulled up with their goods, it drew the attention of the city guards.

Tavek had to get out of the carriage and explain the situation for a long time, he also showed various credentials before they allowed the caravan into the city.

Everyone was allocated a room and guards were positioned.

Fang Hao, exhausted, lay on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Two hours later, a servant woke Fang Hao again.

Tavek changed him into a set of noble clothes and led him to the City Lord’s mansion.

At night.

When the two of them arrived at the mansion, the gorgeously decorated hall was already filled with many people.

Like Tavek, they were all dressed appropriately and acted politely.

They greeted each other with smiles, but secretly spat and cursed when they passed by each other.

“The City Lord’s wife has arrived.” At this moment, the attendant’s high- pitched voice echoed in the hall.

With this shout, the hall instantly quieted down. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the staircase on the second floor.

Fang Hao, yawning, glanced around the room.

What the hell?

Aren’t we supposed to be having dinner? Isn’t this a banquet?