Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 435: Chapter 395, Selling the Power Plant (request for subscription, request for recommendation._1)

Hearing Fang Hao’s words, Rolana was somewhat speechless.

“Do you know him or not?” Rolana curiously asked.

“Not really, but there is some sort of connection between us.” Fang Hao replied.

Rolana shielded her eyes from the glaring sunlight again, “You have the ability to kill him. There are more saints than him. If one dies, the church may not necessarily be too perturbed.”

There were a total of 12 saints, and they were in competition with each other.

If one died, the other 11 might very well be relieved.

It wasn’t surprising that Rolana’s first thought was to kill him.

With an adversarial relationship, private assassinations wouldn’t cause any feelings of guilt.

Fang Hao shook his head, “Forget it, they didn’t provoke us, there’s no need.”

In his view, the difference between him and the saints was merely their differing allegiances.

He himself didn’t bear any deep grudges or hatred.

“You’re making the undead look bad…” Rolana muttered.

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The lined up teams slowly moved forward.

At that moment, another group of orcs entered from the rear of the queue.

Among these orcs, a black-haired, black-eyed man was likewise carrying a Book of Lords around his waist.

The man was of similar age to Fang Hao. He seemed to have taken some form of physical enhancement potion and looked impressive.

With the passage of time, more and more lords, through various opportunities and means, were rapidly developing.

In this race, Fang Hao was not the only one growing.

This man was different from Fang Hao and the saint of the church.

Walking closely behind the orcs, he spoke in hushed whispers, his face full of sycophancy.

Heading the orcs was an individual with dark red skin, a demon bloodline orc.

Based on the physical traits on her chest, it appeared to be a female orc.

The moment the black-haired man got close, he noticed the saint and Fang Hao.

After whispering a few words to the female orc, he walked straight over to the saint and started a conversation with him.

After chatting for a while, he turned and strutted over to Fang Hao.

Approaching Fang Hao, the man smiled, “My name is Tang Qi, how should I address you?”

Fang Hao didn’t want to reveal his identity here, and the saint not far away was also watching this side.

Everyone in the channel knew about Fang Hao’s connection to the undead.

Mentioning his name now could easily attract the attention of the church, bringing trouble.

Therefore, he said, “Fu Lei.”

Fang Hao used Fu Lei’s name.

Even here, there were still many people with the same name.

He wasn’t worried that the other party would find Fu Lei by the name.

Tang Qi smiled broadly and said, “I never could’ve imagined that after two months, I’d bump into a fellow townsman. It’s truly incredible.”

“Yeah.” Fang Hao also smiled back.

“Surviving isn’t easy. That fellow over there was rather lucky, landing near a human city. He’s living much better than I am.” Tang Qi looked enviously at the saint.

From Tang Qi accompanying the orc, it could be deduced that his territory was within the orc tribe’s region.

Everyone who transmigrated to this world was gambling with their lives when choosing their territory.

If you were lucky and had resource zones nearby, you could develop quickly. The unlucky ones were eliminated in large numbers not more than two days after their transmigration.

No matter how much Tang Qi complained, at least he survived.

The people who had died in various ways didn’t even have a chance to complain.

Since the topic reverted back to the saint, Fang Hao lowered his voice and asked, “Where’s that guy from? He’s keeping quite the entourage.”

Fang Hao knew that most of those who transmigrated to this area were countrymen, and had never seen anyone with hawk-like blue eyes and hook-nosed like that saint before.

Even if they were also transmigrators, they were foreigners.

“Oh, that guy is a mix. His dad is one of our own, and his mom is from Russia. But his Mandarin is slicker than mine.” Tang Qi glanced at the saint not too far away and spoke.

“Oh, so that’s why!” Fang Hao exclaimed.

After looking at Fang Hao for a while, Tang Qi leaned in closer, “So, who did you come here with, brother?”

Unlike the mixed-blood saint, who was distinguishable by the unified church attire, Fang Hao was in line among the orcs and lizardmen, making it hard to determine who he was with.

Fang Hao understood what he meant and looked at the lizardman in front of him.

As a transmigrator, he could see the level of the heros.

Seeing the orange, level 8 power of Demitrija, Tang Qi instantly looked shocked.

He hadn’t seen an orange hero till now.

While Tang Qi was stunned, he noticed another cloaked figure standing in front of the lizardman.

The displayed attribute, unexpectedly, was Dark Gold, level 5.

Tang Qi was dumbfounded. In this long queue, how could these two be gathered together? It was somewhat unbelievable.

“Did you come with the orcs?” Fang Hao asked casually.

Tang Qi smiled somewhat embarrassed, “Yes, she is the daughter of the Blackstone tribe’s clan leader. We’re pretty close. She brought me along this time to have a look.”

Apparently feeling that the one he relied on couldn’t compare to the lizardman, he mentioned the name of his tribe and the clan leader’s daughter while introducing himself, seemingly trying to save face.

Half a month ago, the Blackstone tribe was scavenging for a runaway tribe along the road.

They discovered Tang Qi’s territory.

The daughter of the Blackstone clan leader, who was leading the team, was prepared to attack Tang Qi’s territory.

But Tang Qi had his own strategy.

He expressed his wish to negotiate with the clan leader’s daughter.

After one night, the two went from enemies to allies.