Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1190 - 786 Morning Light Chamber of Commerce

Chapter 1190: Chapter 786, Morning Light Chamber of Commerce

Chapter 1190: Chapter 786, Morning Light Chamber of Commerce

The next day, in the early morning.

As soon as the sun had just risen, outside the southern gate of Feileng Harbor, a few hundred people had gradually gathered.

Although this place belonged to the elves, not all here were of the Elf Clan.

Among the crowd one could see humans, orcs, half-elves, and transmigrators who brought along their private soldiers.

People crowded together, creating a noisy, chaotic scene.

Soon, the personnel from the Morninglight Trading Company also left the city.

More than ten carriages filled with goods.

Around the carriages were over a hundred cavalry, elves clad in iron armor, riding their horses.

The orderly formation and excellent equipment.

Contrasted sharply with the mercenaries around them with their assorted gear.

Before long, someone from the caravan came out to allocate positions to all the mercenaries and to arrange for the carriages that needed protection.

The jumbled group of mercenaries began to disperse, heading to their assigned posts.

Once all the mercenaries were almost ready,

The elf that had assigned the tasks returned to a carriage in the caravan.

He spoke in a soft voice, “Young Master Eugene, it is almost time. Everyone who is supposed to be here has arrived.”

From within the carriage, a somewhat gentle voice replied, “Yes, let’s set out…”

Clippity-clop!!

Just about to speak, a sound of horse hooves along with the noise of mercenaries came from behind.

A carriage came out from the city, drawn by a shining white horse, a luxurious carriage.

What drew the most attention was the driver, clad in golden armor, revealing a thick tail.

It was actually a Lizardman.

“Young Master, the Lizardman over there is the mercenary group I mentioned last night; the others should be inside the carriage,” explained the middle-aged elf accompanying them.

The carriage was opened slightly to look towards the carriage behind.

This did not seem like someone here to be a mercenary escort, but also bringing a carriage along.

“Check them out, and if there’s no issue, let them follow behind,” the voice commanded as the curtain dropped again.

“Understood.”

The middle-aged elf nodded and went towards the back.

…

“Is that a Lizardman? How come they are here?”

“It seems the trading company is using delivery as a guise, probably escorting some VIP, possibly a high official of the Lizardmen.”

“High official? Didn’t you see the steward from the company giving them identity badges? They are from a mercenary group.”

“Damn, who watches over a caravan from inside a carriage?”

Seeing the newly-appeared carriage, the crowd found a topic and began to discuss.

They didn’t seem like typical mercenaries, yet they had been assigned tasks as usual.

Somewhat odd…

Do mercenaries need some kind of badge to leave nowadays?

Fang Hao and his party, at the very end of the line, obviously couldn’t hear the outside discussions.

The main reason they rented a carriage was to accommodate Rolana.

Though not afraid of sunlight, her Blood Clan nature made prolonged exposure uncomfortable.

Moreover, given Rolana’s figure and appearance, riding a horse would likely invite trouble.

So, on their way to the south gate in the city, they purchased a carriage.

The price was reasonable, and the style was chosen by Anjia, looking slightly luxurious.

“Bone Mercenary Group, is it?” the middle-aged elf approached.

“Yes, all four of us are here,” Fang Hao opened the carriage curtain to let him have a look.

“You’re taking a carriage?”

“Ah? Is that not allowed?”

“It’s not that.” The middle-aged man clearly didn’t want to waste time and continued, “Alright, you can use a carriage, just follow at the end of the line. You’re mainly in charge of the last goods carriage and the rear safety of the team. Notify us immediately if there is any trouble.”

“Got it, say, aren’t you going to give us a pass?”

“We will handle the pass. Just follow along.” The middle-aged man instructed, then turned and left.

Soon, the caravan began moving.

Demitrija flicked the reins and followed slowly behind.

…

Having left Feileng Harbor and traveled for two days, night fell.

This night, dark clouds hid the moon, and visibility was near zero in the wilderness.

On an open space in the forest, a temporary camp was built with tents.

At that moment, footsteps approached, and someone entered the central tent.

“Boss, those people have already camped outside the forest, right on schedule.”

A man lying on a fur blanket on the ground let out a cold laugh, “They are quite cooperative. Pass the word to proceed as planned. Whoever fouls up at the crucial moment—I’ll chop him.”

“Boss, don’t worry, we’ve all done this before, and we have our people implanted inside their ranks. Once the killing starts, the others might just wet their pants.”

The man sat up, “Go on, get the brothers ready. After the job is done, make the scene look like bandits raided it.”

“Understood!”

…

“Mr. Piodo, you are incredibly lucky, to have recruited an orange-ranked hero.”

“Ah! Why isn’t Mr. Piodo on the leaderboard? In our area, probably only the second-ranked Miss Savana has such an opportunity…”

After setting up camp, a few transmigrators gathered around, striking up a conversation with Fang Hao.

Of course, Fang Hao now was neither using his own name nor Fu Lei’s but had taken on a new name, ‘Piodo.’

A merchant from a peninsula, he came to see what goods there might be for trade, incidentally taking on this task.

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Fang Hao nodded, “I’m just a small merchant, can’t compare with the world’s second-best.”

The others gave a slight smile, mentioning Savana was also a way for them to boost their spirits.

To let this Mr. Piodo know that, despite having an orange-ranked hero, he wasn’t any top dog.

Hearing him yield, the group grinned.

“I produce some of the Elf Clan’s fruits in my domain. Would you like to team up and sell them in your area?”

“I also have some specialties in my domain. Let’s cooperate, right?”

As the night grew deeper, after chatting for a while, everyone went back to rest.

Fang Hao returned to the carriage, and Anjia sat directly on his lap, asking, “Are you going to collaborate with those people?”

“Collaborate? It’s just exchanging some information,” Fang Hao wrapped his arm around her waist, sliding his hand up under the hem of her clothing to caress her smooth stomach.

Anjia loosened her leather armor, making it easier for him to reach in, then said, “Well, each of those people was glancing around suspiciously. They don’t seem like good folks.”

“We’re heading to ‘Thorn Tooth Forest,’ so we won’t have much to do with them after this. Don’t mind it,” Rolana also said from the side.

The group was discussing in low voices.

Swoosh-Crack!

Suddenly, a shrill noise sounded.

The sky above was lit up with the crimson flare of a signal rocket.

Which startled Fang Hao into shivering.

With a snap, Anjia sharply slapped his hand and said, “Stop pinching. How many times have I told you?”

“It’s not that. Something’s wrong outside. It seems quite off,” Fang Hao quickly replied.

As soon as his words fell,

the entire camp instantly became noisy.

Even from the rear, they could faintly hear the shouting.

“Enemy attack! Beware of the enemy!”

“Enemy attack! There’s an enemy raid!”

At that moment, Demitrija’s voice also came in from outside, “My lord, a large number of enemies are approaching from the dense woods on both sides, and it looks like they’re targeting the caravan.”

Fang Hao stepped off the carriage and looked around.

Kill-Ah! Charge-Ah!

The shouting from the woods on both sides grew closer and closer.

Under the hazy moonlight, countless figures could be seen swiftly moving through the trees.

Judging by their numbers, they were not few.

Meanwhile, the caravan had already prepared for the attack after the horns sounded.

The tight formation and pre-arranged defenses were enough to face the current enemies.

Judging by the caravan’s defenses,

handling the enemies emerging from both sides seemed like no issue.

But it soon proved that the situation was not so simple.

Just as the enemies were about to burst in from the sides, an unexpected change occurred.

“Kill them!”

Crash!

Suddenly, the well-arranged defensive formation descended into chaos, both among the silver-armored guards and within the ranks of the mercenaries.

Numerous individuals suddenly lifted their weapons and struck down their comrades.

In an instant, the tight formation collapsed, and the enemies broke through amidst the disarray.

The entire field immediately plunged into a chaotic battle.

Friend from foe could not be distinguished.

What was meant to be a battle between two sides turned into a free-for-all, with enemies on all sides.

The fires blazed into the sky, and battle cries filled the entire area.

“They’re robbing us, quite professionally at that,” Anjia commented from the side.

When her orc kin committed robbery, they targeted someone specifically and charged in swiftly.

If successful, they took the loot; if not, they retreated.

But here, the robbery was executed with much more expertise, in terms of timing, location, and even with insiders positioned in their midst.

Indeed, education makes a difference.

“Let’s just defend our spot. We can’t help much now,” Fang Hao said.

Currently, it was impossible to discern who was with the caravan and who were the bandits.

There was no way to lend a hand.

They could only kill any approaching enemies.

…

Within the center of the caravan,

a young elf dressed in a purple robe was leading a mounted charge outwards.

But just as they neared the edge,

they encountered another mounted group that charged from the rear, cutting down enemies in their path and blocking their way.

The leader, perched atop a crimson battle horse, looked down coldly at the people below, “Young Master Eugene, where might you be off to?”

The young elf’s pupils contracted, and his expression turned sour, “Crimson Mercenary Group’s leader, Carlo.”

[Flame Gale – Carlo (Purple Rank 5)].

Carlo was a well-known mercenary leader whose most recognizable trait was his red-scaled steed.

Majestic and powerful, swift as the wind.

After a furious gallop, even the horse’s breaths carried traces of smoke.

“It’s an honor for ‘Young Master Eugene’ to recognize me,” Carlo said from horseback, giving a slight bow.

Eugene’s gaze shifted between him and the enemies gathering around, saying coldly, “How much did they pay you? I’ll give you double, and you’ll owe me a favor.”

“We also value our reputation,” Carlo finished, waving his hand and ordering, “Kill them all, leave no one alive.”

Crash!

The surrounding men heard the command and were about to charge at the enemy

when a whistling sound pierced the air.

Swoosh—Thump!

The perched Carlo instinctively turned his head as a Blood Spear, hidden in the darkness of night, pierced through his chest.

Carlo tumbled off the horse, his lifted battle sword clanging crisply as it hit the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

A purple rank hero…the well-known leader of a mercenary group, just died like that?

One-shot kill.

“Your leader is dead. Those who don’t want to die had better run, or I’ll rip off your heads,”

a voice rang out as a small girl wearing leather armor and exposing beastly ears strutted in confidently.

The crowd frowned but no one dared approach.

After a standoff, people began to quietly leave.

More and more departed, soon leaving hardly anyone behind.

Only the corpses and groans of the injured were left scattered on the ground.