Global Lords: Hundredfold Increments Starting With the Undead

Chapter 382: Chapter 370, So You’re Here_3

Bagath nodded. His tone nonchalant, he said, “Just some reserve food. Since we are out of food, go and choose half of the humans to serve as a meal. The remaining half will be tomorrow night’s dinner.”

With only one good eye, the Troll’s face lit up upon hearing Bagath’s instructions. “Alright, I’ll go pick some out right now.”

Once he finished speaking, he grabbed his Wolf Fang Club and left the tent right away.

In a corner of the campsite…

There was a tent composed of ragtag items and pieces of Beast Skin.

It looked less like a tent and more like a storage shed for miscellaneous objects piled up on the edge of the camp.

Within the small warehouse-like space were more than a hundred humans, cramped together.

The humans were dressed in tattered clothes, their bodies greasy and their faces drawn with exhaustion.

In the center stood a man- not distinguished by his clothes, but by the steely glint in his eyes. A look that refused to surrender.

“Has everyone gathered?” Xu Yang asked in a hushed tone.

“Yes, sir, everyone is here,” one person replied, tightening the entrance to the tent further.

Xu Yang nodded, reaching underneath piles of clutter to pull out several bundles.

Unraveling the bundles, he proclaimed, “These trolls will eat us sooner or later. Tonight, we are escaping.”

His words caused a flurry of chatter.

Xu Yang had mentioned escape before, but it was easier said than done.

Caught in the act, they would likely be butchered and thrown into the pot for stewing.

“My lord, can we really escape? Those monsters are watching us carefully,” one villager voiced out in a whisper.

“Yes, I’ve made preparations. If we all move together, we can definitely escape. Besides, if we stay, they’ll eat us tomorrow. Regardless, we must risk it,” said Xu Yang as he unveiled what’s inside the bundles.

Leather armor and weapons, and batches of round, yellow cakes of bread.

The golden sight of the bread caught everyone’s eyes, their throats collectively swallowing.

But they also registered surprise.

When had Xu Yang prepared all these supplies?

“Everyone take a set, put it on quickly, and then we’ll leave here,” Xu Yang urged.

After a brief hesitation, everyone sprang into action.

Several individuals took the bundles of leather armor and began to distribute them out.

Soon, everyone was suited and booted.

Once everyone had their armor and weapons in place, they all sat down, silently waiting.

They would escape when the night grew deeper, through a gap they had previously arranged.

The room was eerily quiet.

Only the chirping of nocturnal insects filtered in from outside.

Just then…

A low curse echoed from outside.

“Damnit, where did these humans go?”

Upon hearing this, everyone inside the tent stiffened.

Shh!

Xu Yang swallowed, signaling everyone to stay quiet.

Peeking through a gap in the tent, he saw a muscular Cyclops Troll searching around, a bloody iron hook in hand dragging at his feet.

Seeing the hook, Xu Yang’s heart skipped a beat.

This was a hook for hanging food he recognized the trolls use.

By now, the Cyclops Troll’s intentions were almost too clear.

He had come to choose acting his dinner.

As Xu Yang was preoccupied with thoughts of a proper strategy…

Ding!

Suddenly a sound rang out behind him.

One of the villagers’ shaking hands had caused his weapon to knock against a stone.

Xu Yang glanced back towards the entrance, and there he saw the Cyclops Troll looking back at them.

Across the troll’s hideous face spread a malevolent grin.

“So that’s where you’re hiding…”