Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead-Chapter 1344 - 922: Targeting the Orc Capital

Chapter 1344 -922: Targeting the Orc Capital

The lord’s mansion has a total of six floors.

Fang Hao arranged for the Dragon Queen to stay on the fifth floor, the same floor as his own room.

However, he rarely stays in his own room now, even if he rests, he’d spend the night in either Eira or Anjia’s rooms.

The Dragon Queen came down from upstairs with her shapely legs wrapped in black stockings, and her upper body clad in a black-and-white maid dress.

Seeing her dressed like this, Fang Hao’s eyes widened.

Her bosom looked like it was about to burst from the dress, clearly not her size, yet forcibly squeezed in.

But no matter what, a beautiful person looks good in anything they wear.

Even wearing this, the Dragon Queen still gave off the aura of a high-and-mighty head maid.

“Why are you dressed like this?” Fang Hao curiously asked.

The Dragon Queen took a seat nearby and crossed her legs out of habit, “Is there a problem?”

He was about to comment on it being a maid outfit, but it didn’t seem appropriate to say that.

He smiled and said, “No problem at all. If you like it, I can have a tailor make a few more just for you.”

The Dragon Queen didn’t say anything but continued to ask, “What were you yelling about just now?”

“Oh, the people from the Dragon Clan, when are they coming over? We’re about to start planning against the Orcs in the next few days,” Fang Hao repeated what he had said earlier.

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Queen frowned, “Act now?”

Yesterday, she proposed retaliation against the Orcs, as according to the traditions of the Dragon Clan, one cannot just suffer in silence.

The more you endure, the more others will bully you.

Portray yourself as mad and overbearing, and it will be others who have to endure.

But Fang Hao rejected her suggestion yesterday, saying they needed to wait for the right moment and plan properly.

Is this right moment just a one-day wait?

It’s better not to wait at all.

“Yeah, I’ve had people scout the route for attacking the Orcs. Once we have our personnel in place, we can launch a direct attack,” Fang Hao explained.

At that moment, Eira, who had gone out on an errand, also returned.

Seeing the Dragon Queen, she greeted her with a bow and then continued to look at Fang Hao, “Master, I have delivered the equipment to Master Brinston, and he said it would take at least three days.”

Three days…

Four pieces of equipment, none of them of low grade.

A three-day repair time was probably the fastest Brinston could promise.

“Alright, Eira, you’ve worked hard. In three days, you’ll need to make another trip to retrieve the equipment,” Fang Hao said with a smile.

Now that Eira had become a hero, Fang Hao also planned to let her experience more from the outside world.

Not just to manage the maids and the lord’s mansion every day.

So, today’s task was given to Eira.

At that time, Anjia wanted to accompany her, but Fang Hao, fearing she might clash with Brinston, had Eira bring the Bound Spirit Guardians with her.

“It’s not hard work. On my way back, I saw many elves decorating the buildings; they seem to be preparing for a wedding,” Eira reported what she had seen on the road.

Eira also knew about Savana’s and the Elf Prince’s wedding.

Fang Hao and the Dragon Queen looked at each other, it seemed the Elf Clan’s wedding was indeed approaching.

Moreover, the Elf Clan people have sought reasons to come over more than once.

And they were all rejected by Fang Hao.

Fang Hao is not afraid of enemies, but somewhat afraid of others’ attentions.

“Alright, got it, Eira, you go rest,” Fang Hao said.

“Yes, Master,” Eira smiled, and without heading to her room to rest, she walked out of the lord’s mansion toward the training grounds.

She was probably going to find the maids.

Soon after, the black-armored sisters, entered together.

They bowed slightly to the two of them and then took seats to the side.

Their battle armor had been sent to the Dwarfs for repairs, so they were wearing simple house clothes.

Their bright red hair shone brilliantly under the sunlight.

Seeing everyone had arrived,

Fang Hao shared the news about finding a transmigrator’s city stronghold again.

He then spread out a map of the Orcs’ territory on the wooden table.

He continued, “This here is Beast King City, the stronghold of the transmigrator’s territory is about here. Alurag, you four, along with the heroes from the Dragon Clan, are enough to take the main Orc city and achieve our goal. The Dragon Queen and I will not show ourselves.”

All five widened their eyes.

Fang Hao planned to directly conquer the central city of an entire race.

Such revenge was even crazier than what the Dragon Queen had conceived.

“The main city should have a Demigod in guard, and it might even attract their deities,” the Dragon Queen immediately cautioned.

Her idea of revenge was to have the Dragon Clan go for a spit and then turn around and leave.

Let alone the Orcs, no race could stop the Dragon Queen at this point.

A direct attack would actually take more time, giving the opponents’ mighty heroes enough time to respond.

“Don’t worry, Rolana will act as a diversion on her side. Our mission is to conquer the main city, and even if they have a Demigod, our Dark Gold forces are sufficient to deal with the Orc Demigod,” Fang Hao continued.

The black-armored sisters nodded slightly in agreement.

However, the Dragon Queen, dressed in a maid outfit, frowned deeply, lost in thought.

Her feet wrapped in black stockings and round-toed leather shoes, lightly swayed.

After a long while, she nodded, “Alright, since you have the position and route all arranged, I agree with this plan.”

“Good, let the Dragon Clan heroes come over in the next two days, and then we’ll explain the plan to them as well,” Fang Hao added.

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements,” the Dragon Queen agreed.

Once all plans were discussed, the black-armored sisters excused themselves and left.

Fang Hao looked at the Dragon Queen, who was stretching lazily, and gently asked, “How is your injury healing?”