Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

From the moment the war started.

The dwarves tirelessly transported weapons and ammunition outwards.

How they still had such a plentiful supply of ammunition was a surprise to her.

This time, Amanda was the one to answer.

"It's not surprising. A big city like Gray Iron City has enough resources to last it even if it were under siege for a year, thanks to its ability to trade resources through the Trade Alliance."

Throughout the battle, everyone saw the extent of Amanda's power.

Using the Gold Staircase strategy, she almost successfully stormed the city.

Unfortunately, the dwarves responded quickly, so the plan didn't succeed.

"Oh, I see. That makes sense!" Dong Jiayue nodded in understanding.

Up until now, she still hadn't established her Trade Alliance building yet.

She wasn't worried about it before, but now it seems that the Trade Alliance is quite useful.

Even if your city is under siege, you're still able to purchase goods through the Alliance.

"The defense of Gray Iron City is indeed solid. Does anyone have a better strategy in mind?" Dong Jiayue continued to ask.

The others silently stared at the map on the table, falling deep into contemplation.

After a while, Meatfist spoke up: "What about dropping bombs with bats? This tactic has always been effective."

"That won't do. If the skeletons can't fly in, we'll end up killing our own." Dong Jiayue shook her head in disagreement.

The bat and bomb strategy is indeed effective.

But against the dwarves, it isn't quite as effective.

If the bat flock can't make it into the city, and instead gets shot down outside of it, then the bombs will just fall and kill our own troops.

The casualties wouldn't be small at all.

This strategy wasn't very effective in the twelve cities they had tried it before.

When they tried it in the eleventh city, they only succeeded because the enemy was exhausted, allowing them to fly in under the cover of nightfall.

Seeing Dong Jiayue reject the idea, Meatfist had nothing else to say.

At that moment, Amanda chimed in, "The Dragon-Type Troops can fly directly into the city at a high altitude to create some chaos and alleviate the pressure outside."

Before Dong Jiayue could respond, Spencer was the first to speak.

"The dwarves' air defense is very strong, we can't just fly in like that. If we could, taking down this city wouldn't be difficult."

Being a Dragon Clan's living dead, if they were to storm the city by air, he would naturally be the one to lead the way in.

But he didn't want to take that risk.

"From a high altitude, they would have a hard time threatening you." Amanda responded.

"It would be hard, not impossible." Spencer retorted.

Dong Jiayue looked at the two of them and said: "Let's not rush. This is only the first day, we can afford to wait."

She didn't want Spencer to take the risk either. If the orange hero died inside, she wouldn't be able to explain it to Fang Hao.

"Okay!"

"Let's continue with the attack then. I'll try to gather more gold." Dong Jiayue whispered.

Everyone nodded and left one after another.

...

The next day, in the early morning.

The sound of cannon fire and gunfire still resonated throughout the entire battlefield.

The entire sky was shrouded in thick smoke.

The air was filled with a pungent smell.

By the morning, the piles of skeletons beneath the city resembled a mountain. The dwarves feared that the enemy could use these mountains of corpses to climb the city walls.

This was the third time they poured oil over the piles of bones and set them on fire.

However, the stones they hurled down still amounted to quite a large mound.

The highest point reached about seven to eight meters high.

Even though compared to the towering walls of the city this height was insignificant, the dwarves started to decrease the amount of stones thrown to avoid increasing the height further.

Similarly, over the span of the night, undead climbed the walls over ten times using various methods.

Though they were finally repelled by the dwarves each time, it led to some casualties and damage to the defensive equipment.

Add to that the concentrated assault from the archers outside, and you've got tens of thousands injured and several thousand dead within a single night.

Faced with an army of the undead this large, these results were already considered excellent.
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Any other enemy would have retreated after such a long and fruitless siege.

But the undead below did not, as after last night's battle, there seemed to be no significant change in the situation.

The endless sea of undead soldiers still remained.

Only the continuously decreasing amount of ammunition reminded them that the war was still ongoing.

Atop the city wall.

Frederick, clad in armor, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword,

Loudly declared, "Victory will ultimately be ours. Our ancestors will bless Eight Peaks Mountain, the great god of craftsmanship and forging will protect Gray Iron City, Rune His Majesty will lead us to victory and defeat these damned undead... Long live His Majesty Rune, the dwarves are sure to win!"

"Long live King Rune, the Dwarves will prevail…."

The Dwarves raised their arms and shouted, the noise momentarily even drowning out the sound of the cannons outside the city.

Their fighting spirit was high!

Frederick nodded, continuing: "Very well, everyone to take the places of your comrades on the walls. Hold this city wall."

All the Dwarves immediately sprang into action.

Dashing to the city walls, relieving the soldiers on duty.

But once they were at the top, witnessing the unchanging undead outside the city.

Their recent ardor and morale instantly turned into fear and helplessness.

One day and one night!

The city was filled with injured, while the undead outside remained unchanged.

Is there… any hope left?

"Hurry, get to your positions, don't dally."

A urging voice came from the side.

The soldiers numbly climbed onto the city walls, replacing their remaining comrades.

Continuing to operate siege equipment for the defense.

...

On the same morning.

After a simple wash, Fang Hao was already sitting in the great hall.

Across from him was a goblin cradling a hot tea, a grin spread across his face.

"Mr Fang Hao, I hope my interruption didn't disturb your beautiful sleep," the petite Goblin said.

Early this morning, while Fang Hao was still in his dreams.

He was roused by the sound of a knock.

It was said that Moru had sent a teleportation request, asking if he can come over.

Fang Hao moved the fox tail from his body, then remembered who Moru was.

He was the familiar Goblin teller at the Trade Alliance post.

Unsure of his intentions, he allowed the goblin in.

Then, after washing up, he went directly downstairs to meet this well-dressed Goblin teller.

"No, not at all. I'm actually delighted to see Mr. Moru," Fang Hao smiled, responding.

He wanted to say it added luster to the occasion.

But he was worried that Moru wouldn't understand, what with the cultural differences, and decided to choose a simpler phrase instead.

As long as it got the meaning across.

Moru also nodded with a smile, soon dropping the niceties, and got straight to the point: "Mr. Fang Hao, have you heard about the recent Undead attack on Eight Peaks Mountain?"

Fang Hao was slightly taken aback.

The Trade Alliance is a neutral force.

It wouldn't participate in any faction fights, nor would it disclose any information to any faction.

Everything was done from a neutral standpoint, and they managed to maintain it rather well.

Now, raising this issue all of a sudden surely meant something was up.

Seeing Fang Hao's dubious expression, Moru quickly clarified, "No need to think too much, Mr. Fang Hao. The Trade Alliance maintains absolute neutrality. We just wanted to inquire about this matter privately."

Fang Hao retreated his gaze and replied, "I've heard about it too and have been planning on sending troops to assist Eight Peaks Mountain. However, there have been some disturbances within the Human territory recently, hence the delay."

"Assist Eight Peaks Mountain?"

Moru was slightly surprised.

They had assumed that Fang Hao was the one attacking Eight Peaks Mountain. How come they were hearing about Fang Hao planning on supporting Eight Peaks Mountain now?

What could this possibly mean?

"Yes, the Federal Conference has ordered all cities to send troops to aid Eight Peaks Mountain. Unfortunately, due to the cold weather and snow, things have been delayed." Fang Hao responded calmly.

Looking out from the window to the skeletons passing by now and then, Moru thought to himself - as if I'm going to believe you.

Humans would probably accept a skeleton before they accept you.

Without waiting for Moru's response, Fang Hao asked first, "Mr. Moru, why bring up Eight Peaks Mountain? Is something happening there?"

After a thought, Moru decided to directly explain the situation.

Placing down his cup of water, he said, "The Dwarves from Gray Iron City approached the Trade Alliance, hoping that we could mediate to defuse the situation. But based on the information given by the Dwarves, we couldn't ascertain anything. All we know is that a large number of Undead and a transmigrator female is commanding them."

Oh!

Now Fang Hao understood.

The Trade Alliance deduced that Fang Hao was connected with the attack on the Dwarves, based on these two pieces of information.

But, there was no solid proof.

After listening, Fang Hao's expression didn't change.

Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not too sure about what's happening at Eight Peaks Mountain. There are many transmigrators, and I surely do not know all of them."

Rune nodded.

After pondering a while, he still said, "Ah, it's a pity. Rune wished to put an end to the war and was ready to offer a certain compensation."